Bondage and Submission

bondage and submission

Bondage and submission is my life. I am either tied up or submitting to some man. I am still trying to heal my bruised psyche from being forced to entertain a barn yard last week. Master has been in a foul mood lately. He lost a big case. A case he worked years on too. Lots of billable hours wasted. It was a class action suit against a pharmaceutical company. The plaintiffs ended up settling for a fraction of what they could have received if the case had gone to court, but they got desperate for money. I said, I understood and that pissed master off. I know what it is like to be desperate for money. You will make unwise decisions to keep food on the table and a roof over your head. All Master saw was a loss of significant income to his already lined pockets. I was punished for my comment. Not the traditional spanking punishment either. He stripped me naked, tied me up and tossed me in a supply closet. I hate the dark and I am claustrophobic. It felt like I was in their for hours but it was only about 20 minutes when he opened the door. He was not alone. He had a few janitors with him. He told them it was their lucky day because they could do anything they wanted to me. Master told them that his submissive slut needed punished. They gang banged me on the floor. My hands and feet were bound while fat balding toilet cleaners fucked me. Master was giving me a message that I was even below the janitors. They pissed on me too because master let them know that I was the one toilet they didn’t have to clean. Just when I thought I couldn’t be humiliated any more. I was wrong.

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