Bondage phone sex stories, I have plenty to talk about. I have been tied up half my life I would guess. Daddy would tie me up on the weekends when he had to work. He didn’t want me running away. He made me the bondage slut I am today. My son was in one of his “I hate mother” moods. He found a box I had hidden of old bondage photos. They go back to my youth. Souvenirs, I guess. He decided to hog tie me in some of the poses he saw in the photos. He is not into the art of bondage. I am not his bondage whore. I am his mommy whore. He hates me. Blames me for all that is wrong with his life. He tied me so hard several times that the ropes cut my flesh. When he saw me bleeding, he pissed on my wounds which burned. He just laughed at me. He had me me tied like a mummy. I was flat on the ground wrapped tightly like a side of beef. He stood over me urinating in my face and flicking his cigarette ashes on my body. I don’t know what I did to deserve his wrath. I thought I could handle the abuse until he invited over his friends. They are a bunch of mean sons of bitches just like my son. They pissed on me, came on me and gangbanged me. They never untied me though. I was like that for almost 24 hours until my daughter rescued me. It was a humiliation like none before.
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