This bondage whore gets tied up often. And I mean that figuratively and literally. Sometimes, I get on long calls and cannot take care of other horny men. And sometimes I get tied up on my bed and cannot even get to the bathroom. My son stopped by last night to do laundry. My son moved into his own apartment last year. And my daughter went to UCLA in August. Empty nest syndrome.
Suddenly, I have so much more time on my hands. My master retired mostly from law. My two offspring flew the coup. So, I dabble on Fet Life, Tinder and at the BDSM club where I help since my master owns it. But I did not go to the club last night because my son came over. And honestly, I should have just let him come over and gone to the club while he did laundry. But I wanted to cook for him.
Sometimes, Family Can Be the Cruelest People You Know
My relationship with my son turned complicated years ago. Although it has improved, he does not really care for my submissive whore lifestyle. Neither does my daughter. Even though my submissive lifestyle gave them a nice house, a quality education, new clothes every year, food, entertainment and college funds. They do not respect the sacrifices I made for them. But I still love them even if they only tolerate me.
My son started an argument with me last night, and when I stood up to him, he tied me up and left me on my bed. He force fucked my asshole because he did not want to knock up his whore mommy. I felt relief for that. I do not want another ungrateful brat. But once he took his frustration out on mommy’s ass, he left me tied up on the bed. No one would come to untie me. So, I needed to get resourceful.
But before I could roll myself off the bed, and crawl to the kitchen to find something sharp to cut the ties, I had pissed the bed. This submissive slut now has bruises and bumps from falling off the bed. And rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Sometimes family can treat you the worst.