Bondage and Submission Whore Bernice Never Says No

bondage and submissionBorn 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.

Men Love to Tie Me Up, Even Strangers

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.

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