Being a Bondage Whore is Painful

bondage whoreI love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.

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    • Carl on May 27, 2022 at 11:40 am
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    You need an expert at rigging like me, honey.

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