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I love being a bondage whore. Tie me up. Restrain me with anything was how my Fet Life ad began. I was getting tons of responses, but only one guy was in my own city. I was afraid it might be master. He does not mind me doing phone sex, but if I meet in real time with anyone, I need prior approval. It is not ever granted anymore because I was a bad whore during the pandemic. The time apart from my master during the pandemic was worse for me than it was for him. I hooked up with as many dominant men as I could, until I was busted and punished. I am back in the office being an office submissive slut again, but at night and on the weekends, I crave bondage. This past weekend was a three-day weekend, so I knew I had to arrange something for myself. I am an addict when it comes to bondage. David arrived on Friday night. He left Monday morning. I would like to say we got along well, but he tied me up Friday night and left me that way until he left Monday morning. He brought his own rope and was good with knots. A little too good. I was in pain. The ropes were cutting off my circulation. They were cutting through my flesh too. I was hoping he would fuck me. I wanted to be bound and fucked. He had no desire to fuck a used-up whore like me. He just needed a place to squat for a few days to hide from a guy he owed money too. He tied me up and left me in my room. No food. No bathroom breaks. My bed was my potty and my mouth was his potty. He pissed on me, ate my food, slept on my couch and humiliated me for 72 hours. It was not the bondage and submission I was wanting.
Bondage chat excites me. I love talking to men who love to tie women up like packages of meat. It is hard to find a man who is an expert with ropes. I met this man in a fetish room who lived in the next county. He said he wanted to tie me up. He used lots of bondage terminology and seemed to know what he was talking about. It made my cunt wet to know I was going to meet a seasoned bondage master. My master would punish me harshly if he knew I was stepping out on him like this, but he is no longer good with ropes because of arthritis. I am a hardcore bondage whore. I want rope burns. I want sore limbs. I want to struggle to breathe and move because of how tightly the ropes are secured to my body. I arrived at the house for the address BondageFreak69 gave me. I had no idea about his age or race or size. I pictured a big man in his mid-40s. A teen boy answered the door and I asked for his father. He asked if I was SubbyBondageWhore. I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. He was still in high school. No way this boy was an expert at bondage. I was taller than he was. I likely weighed more too. I started laughing. I started to leave because I assumed this was some boy just trying to bang a milf. He managed to lasso me like a cowboy and pull me back into the house. There he tied me up like a mummy; he wrapped me up so tight with my arms by my side that I could not breathe. He was cocky. Talking shit. I think I just met the next Ted Bundy or BTK killer. He shoved his cock down my throat and pissed. I had to lick his young dirty ass too. I thought this would never end until he got a text and panicked. He cut me loose and told me to leave. I ran like a bat out of hell. My guess is his folks were on their way home. Never met such a young boy so advanced in bondage. No more online fetish rooms for this submissive whore. That was too close.
Bondage phone sex is my safe place. I know that sounds weird, but I love being tied up and helpless. When I have had a stressful day or week, nothing takes the stress away better than being tied up. I was so happy that my favorite bondage club opened back up this week. It is allowing fewer people inside, but something is better than nothing. It has been closed for over a year. The day I got a text it was reopening, I went. I had to wear a mask, but that was just in the common areas. When a man took me to a room, we could take our masks off. I dressed up for the occasion. I did my hair and nails. I wore make-up too. I wanted to be some one’s bondage whore. I needed to be. My first two weeks back to work have been stressful and painful. Getting tied up would help me escape. Dave selected me. He said I had a perfect body for bondage. I have heard that before too. Big tits and a fat ass make me a bondage master’s wet dream. He had some blue rope to bind me with. He was an expert in rope too. He tied me up in several different positions. Ball tie, hog tie, crab tie, reverse tie, breast tie, prayer tie…. All the bondage positions, he knew. We were in the private room for hours while he was practicing his bondage techniques. We ended our session with some horizontal suspension bondage. The room we were in had all the proper equipment for suspension bondage. While I was naked and hanging from a bar by my feet with my hands bound behind my back, he pissed on me. In this club, we are not supposed to exchange any bodily fluids. It is a legit BDSM club, but he said that I was such a good bondage and submission whore that I deserved a treat. I would have eaten his shit and I hate scat. That is just how excited I was to be tired up by some one who knew what he was doing.
He told me I needed slave training. I thought he just meant I needed to go back to slut school. He sent me to be a slave / maid for this man I had never met. My master has been disappointed with me since I returned to the office. He says I am lazy and not appreciative of what he gives me. He also does not think I am appreciative of servicing his cock and his ass. I spent a week in this guy’s house dressed as a slutty French maid. I was humiliated daily. One of the more humiliating things I had to do daily was clean his toilet with my tongue. I had to clean his ass and cock too. He used no toilet paper. My tongue was all the toilet paper he needed. Everyday, he left his toilet a mess. Skid marks on the porcelain. Pubic hair and piss drops on the rim of the toilet. My master has never humiliated me like that. He is not into bathroom play thankfully. I was beginning to understand why I was here. As a submissive whore, I needed to realize how lucky I was to have a master who is just into bondage and other BDSM games. This guy I was lent to for the week made me see how good I have it as a whore. I do not ever want to have to lick a nasty ass toilet again. I never want to swallow piss or be pissed on like I am a piece of turf. I was smacked around and whipped too on top of being a human toilet. When I was returned to my master, I was a new whore. I was more appreciative of what my master does and does not do to me. Sometimes, I you must be reminded that the grass is not always greener on the other side.