I love bondage and submission. If I am tied up, I am a captive audience. I have no choice but to be submissive. I mean, where can I go all tied up, right? Master used to be great with tying me up, but he is old now and getting feeble. He has been using surrogates for me. He surprised me last night at home. He never comes over. Okay he does but it is once in a blue moon. I do not think he has visited me since before the Covid shutdowns. Our time together is spent in his office. He just started a new wonder drug and wanted to show off how well it is working with his favorite bondage whore. I was excited, but I was scared too. I mean he was feeling 20 again according to him. I was not born yet when he was 20, so who knows what he could have done to me. He had a bag of tricks with him. All sorts of restraints from rope to leather cuffs. He wanted to show off his knots. We first met almost 20 years ago in a fetish club in New York City. He tied me up so well, I had ligature marks on my wrists and ankles for weeks. I fell in love with him almost instantly. Whatever med he was given is a miracle drug. He had me bound tightly just like he did back in New York City so many years ago. My cunt was wet. Like soaking wet. Tying me up like he did so many years ago brought his old pecker back to life. I did not even have to give him a prostate massage. I think being able to tie up his submissive whore again brought him back to life in a good way. I may need to watch out because my master feels like he is 20 again.