When you are a bondage whore, life can be dangerous. But I am a bondage junkie. It goes back to when I was a little girl. Daddy would tie me to the bed once I got big enough to run away. I did runaway once I learned how to get out of his very basic knots. I have some skills when it comes to getting out of knots, but men I meet on Tinder are quite proficient. No getting away. This new guy I hooked up with for some bondage games last night was really skilled. He tied me up so tight that I could barely breathe. He had rope around my chest binding my big boobs. But the rope was thick and his knots tight. I have rope burns all over my body today. I am a god submissive slut, but I wanted out of his knots. He did not fuck me. He did tie me up and pissed on me though. And he left me for my daughter and son to find when they came home. Both were out late last night. My daughter rolled in this morning before her brother. She is younger. She has a curfew, but she rarely follows my rules. She was with her boyfriend. I do not like him. He is player. Some rich boys who thinks his shit does not stink. But my daughter thinks that too. She just laughed at her “pathetic” mother. She has no respect for me or the sacrifices I have made to give her a better life than I had. I asked her to untie me, and she laughed and went to bed. Some days, hell, most days, I wish you would break her for me. She needs some slave training. My son came home an hour later. He did untie me, but he took advantage of his mother first. He fucked my ass and degraded me before he untied me. My life is never boring, that is for sure.