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Born for bondage and submission, he told me. I met him at my master’s after-hours bondage club for distinguished gentlemen. That does not mean the guys in the club are not rough. All it suggests is that master and his partners vet all the men. The fee to be a member of this club appears hefty to the average person too. And master thinks that means gang banger types of men or ex-felons and stuff will never join.
I have a small stake in the club too. A present from master. Plus, when he dies, I will inherit his full share of the club. Slowly, I have been learning the ropes, pun intended, of this bondage club. When I went to the club last night, it was not to be a bondage whore to a patron. I had things to do, but the wealthiest and newest member of the club took a shine to me.
Even though he had a sub with him, he wanted to tie me up. Master granted him permission to tie up his prized pony. Although I like doing favors for master, I was not sure about this guy. My gut did not like him. But I am a slave, a piece of meat. I do not have any say in the matter. But master told him to tie me up in the common area. Initially I thought that decision was to ensure my safety. However, it was so he could show off his submissive slave.
Master brags about me to other men. He likes to think that no one has a whore as good as me. After the first contorted pose I held for over an hour, other men offered my master money to tie me up. Thankfully master told them another night, or I may never have made it home. As it is I was at the club until 4am holding various advanced bondage poses while men watched and jacked off on my face.
Of course, master let this guy fuck me too. And he rarely does that. I guess he thought it was good for business. It might be, but it was not good for this submissive whore. His cock was huge, and he wanted to fuck my ass in a reverse chair bondage position. Now I have rope burns and a sore asshole. And the way last night went, I suspect nights like that might be my new norm.
I am a submissive phone sex whore. My father trained me first. Then my husband further taught me. But my current master turned me into the best slave a woman can be. Master is neither cruel nor violent. However, he has friends and clients who are. And occasionally, he needs to pimp me out.
Last night, he arranged a date for me with a prospective client. Sometimes master dangles me in front of guys like a carrot when he needs to snag a big client. Although he is mostly retired, he does wills and estates still. And the money he makes off large estates and wealthy folks helps him give me a monthly stipend too. So, I go wherever that carrot gets dangled.
His potential client has a thing for redheaded moms. Despite his penchant for inflicting pain and humiliation, I agreed to be his submissive whore for the night. He took me to his dungeon in his mansion. What he had in his dungeon would make Christian Grey blush. Whips, chains, spreader bars, fuck machines, suspension equipment, restraints, cages, gags, muzzles, electrocution devices, body clamps, nipple clamps, speculums and all sorts of benches and devices to restrain a woman for his abuse. I swallowed hard, and realized I was in for a world of hurt.
He possessed more medical devices than my gynecologist. Although I knew my master counted on me, I had my doubts that I was ready for this kind of torture. But before I could protest, I found myself suspended in the air. Blood rushed to my head and for a moment I thought I might pass out. He skull fucked me upside down. But I struggled in that position to get him balls deep in my mouth.
When he pinched my nose, I struggled to breathe. But that was what he needed to nut in my mouth. Wow, what a load he shot too. He almost drowned me with his cum load. Not the way I want to die. But he had only just begun. He kept me hung upside down for over an hour. When he let me down, he was far from done with me. Hardcore bondage and BDSM appeared to be his thing. But I let him whip me, gag me and restrain me in all sorts of contorted positions. By the time he was done, I felt like a truck had hit me.
But I am here for men’s submissive sex needs. Master landed the client, and I landed a few days of R and R until my body heels.
Bondage whore Bernice might be my favorite nickname. Men call me all sorts of names, but this one says it all. I love to be tied up and vulnerable. Although I do not enjoy what happens to me while I am tied up like a side of beef, I do like the sense of peril I get every time. I will not see my master until after the first of the year. Although he did see me a few times Christmas week, he is now out of the country with his wife. That sort of means I am on a hall pass.
So, I got on a fetish site the other night looking for a rope master. Men often think I have the perfect body for bondage. My tits and ass are more than ample. I possess that curvy body that looks great bound and gagged. Even though I have plenty of restraining devices, most rope masters bring their own stuff. This guy looked dangerous. Tall, strong, brooding type. Misogynistic too. He told me I do not belong anywhere but either on my knees, tied up or bound and gagged like a submissive whore. Do you agree?
I thought he looked handsome in his online photo. But when he arrived at my place, he looked more ominous. He scared me. Honestly, I wanted to say I changed my mind, but from the looks of him, that might of resulted in my death. I let him tie me up in all sorts of contorted poses. Today, my body hates me. He left me tied on my bed for hours. Laughed at me for being helpless. He pissed in my mouth many times too. Luckily for me, master is not into golden showers phone sex.
When my scary hook-up left, I was still tied up on my bed, helpless. My son untied me, but not before he and his friends had their way with me. Now, my asshole hurts more than my extremities and my joints. Sometimes, most times, I get what I ask for. I guess I am just a punishment whore.