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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.
Even though I am a milf phone sex slut, I am a submissive first. No one goes easy on me because I am a mother. My son certainly does not. I would not say I am his whore. My master owns me. But my son hates me. I raised him with good values and not wanting for much. However, none of that matters. In his eyes, I am the reason he never had a father in his life. Many men grow up with out a father. Some grow up without a mother too. But my son remains ungrateful for the sacrifices I made for him and his sister.
I did not want to be owned for life after an abusive daddy and an abusive ex-husband, but I had no skills outside of being a submissive whore. But a much older man offered me the world, but I just had to be his whore until he dies. He trained me to be a paralegal, even paid for my schooling. He bought me a house in the suburbs. Bought me a nice car too. And I get paid 4 times the amount of any other paralegal in the state of California. I could not pass any off that up just so my son could have a piece of shit daddy.
Master provides for me well. But to my son and daughter, I traded my soul to the devil. They just do not understand the submissive lifestyle. My son moved out of the house when he turned 21 last year. Never went to college with the money my boss and master provided for his education. But he is an adult and I need to let him find his own way.
He and his drunk friends found their way into my bedroom late last night. Although I was in a deep sleep, I woke up when they started pissing on me in my own bed. Not the way any woman wants to wake up. Master would be disappointed that my son shows me such lack of respect. Although master is a dominant man and I am his submissive slut, he holds old school values and views.
My son cares about nothing, especially not me. As I woke up to hot piss streaming on my body, I tried to fight them off. One woman and 6 young men? I did not stand a chance. So, I lied there in my bed with my eyes clenched and my body tense as they dick slapped me, groped my tits, pissed on me and fucked every one of my orifices. What can I do? He is my son after all. I let him and his friends ravage me and humiliate me too. Eventually they left. I cleaned myself up and slept on the couch. Even though my son hates me, I will always love him.
Bondage and submission for Christmas? That is what most men need. My master needed it last night. He has come to see me the past month at home more than he has in our 20-year-old union. I think retirement hit him hard. Although he still does some wills and estates, his time in the office went from daily to maybe a few hours a month.
My master may be in his 70s, but thanks to Viagra, he still gets erections and has needs his wife will not fulfill for him. That is why he has a side piece. When he arrived this morning, he brought me breakfast in bed. But he brought rope too. I am his old rope bunny.
I’ve been a bondage whore most of my life. But even with arthritis, master is my favorite rope master. Although he might not tie me as tightly as you or his friends, he gets the ropes just right and contorts my body like no one else. The only reason I am limber for any man is because of him. Master got me in the perfect condition to serve him.
Master took a Viagra before he arrived at my place. However, I do not think he needed it. His cock was hard when he saw me on my bed in my pink teddy holding rope. I knew he was coming over and I wanted to be tied up. First, I took care of master’s morning wood. Lord knows his old wife will never suck his cock. She did not suck it when they first got married. I was the first one to ever give him head, and when that happened, he’d been married 20 years already.
He blew a decent sized load of spunk for his age. I am a good submissive whore and I swallowed down every last drop. With cum on my breath, master tied me up like a hog. While he left me tied up, he ran an errand, came back with Starbucks for me and a second boner. That boner was from the Viagra. I took care of his old dick again. And he left lighter and happier. I so enjoy taking care of men.
I decided to be a submissive whore for Halloween this year. Shocker, right? Why mess with perfection. I am good at being a sex slave. Master and his cronies held a Halloween party at the BDSM club last night. The men did not dress up, but all the slaves did. I enjoy putting on a slutty outfit and serving men. Master felt festive too. He wanted me to take care of his friends. He likes to watch.
And I enjoy him watching me. Often, he tells me that if he can watch me fucking other men, he does not need a blue pill. I may be the oldest of the slaves in his posse of masters, but I can out suck and out fuck any of those younger slaves. And that’s what turns master on the most. He enjoys his submissive slut showing up other slaves.
I am the trick and the treat of slaves according to master. And trust me, I love that reputation. Do I enjoy sucking on shriveled up balls and tasting old spunk? Of course not. No slave does, but we do it to please our masters. Out of my master’s friends, I think I am the only true submissive. The other girls may be younger, thinner and tighter, but they are more like sugar babies playing the role. I am a real submissive woman.
As I sucked and fucked those old cocks, master’s old dick sprung to life. Although the other slaves wanted to take care of his cock out of spite, master saved his old load for me. The other submissive sex whores got benched because I out shined them all. Master likes my cream pies. Even the cream pies for his friends. Once I had every master’s cum dripping out of my holes, my master ordered the other slaves to clean me up. And that was as a treat for me. He knows the other slaves in his group hate me.
The feeling is mutual. I work too hard to be a good whore to be upstaged by sugar babies. So, I will outshine them all any chance I get.