Bondage Whore Bernice Gets More Than She Bargained For

bondage whoreI enjoy being a bondage whore. Seems so odd to me in retrospect too. I’d get so scared when my dad would tie me to the bed while he went to work. As I got older, daddy feared I would run away and tell someone what he did to me. He was half right. I did run away, but I told no one what he did to me.  Not sure why. I guess I did not want to end up in foster care.

Although things proved difficult for a teenage runaway, I survived in NYC for a few years until I turned 18 and got a job in a fetish club. Life changed for me once I could work. Met a man. I married him and he knocked me up with my son. However, I met another man, my future master and he swept me away to sunny California. He made me an honest submissive whore, LOL. Although he did not marry me because he was already married, he gave me a job and a house. And he gave me my daughter.

 I am still his slave 20 years later. I consider master to be an expert at bondage. Master holds old-style beliefs. He thinks bondage is the hallmark of a master-slave relationship. Although he can be rough with me, he has never just hit me or left anything more than a ligature mark on me. Master is no sadist. However, one of the men in his BDSM club is a sadist. And sometimes master gives me to his friend for a night.

Born for Bondage and Rough Sex

Last night, master gave me away for the night. And his pal left more than ligature marks on me. While I was tied up, this other dome guy kicked me in the pussy and slapped my tits and face. Pissed on me too. My face and tits turned black and blue from the abuse last night. I am hobbling around too because he left me tied up like a side of beef all night. I pissed my bed because he left me tied up.

This guy must have something on my master. Some kind of leverage or pull because master lets him do whatever he wants to his prized pony. Master never questions what his friend does to me. However, when I showed up at work this morning for a couple hours, master could see the bruises and swelling on his submissive sex doll. I thought he might say something to me as I limped around getting things ready for a meeting. But he said nothing. Maybe he enjoys his friends punishing me.

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