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Bondage Whore and Pain Slut

bondage whoreI am a bondage whore on quarantine. I have not been able to see my master in weeks. I have not left the house in weeks either. I have never been trapped inside this long. I have my son and daughter with me, and they want to be anywhere but here with me. They hate me. They even told me they want me to go out so I will catch this virus and die. I think they mean it too. I have been keeping busy on the phone, but it is not the same as being in a bondage club or with my master. I got a surprise late last night. My master called me. He figured out how to use Skype. His wife had taken her sleeping pill and was an hour into sleep, so master felt confident she would not hear a thing, especially since he was in the downstairs bathroom and his wife was asleep on the third floor. He wanted me to get on my bed and get some of my bondage supplies. I am his submissive whore. I did as I was told with a big smile on my face. First order of business was to tie up my fun bags. I know how he likes me to tie them up too. Like a side of meat, I bound my tits with coarse rope. Coarse enough to cut my flesh. Master took a Viagra because he was hard. I hated that I was missing a rare hard-on. Once my tits turned purple, he had me take the biggest two dildos I had and shove them up my ass and cunt without lube. I was uncomfortable, but soon the pain lubricated the dildo in my cunt. I am a pain slut, but a pain slut gets off the hardest being instructed how to hurt herself. Who knows when I might get to have a rendezvous with my master again, but last night was the most fun I have had in weeks.


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