I am a bondage whore. It seems an antiquated fetish in the modern world of hardcore BDSM. My Master and I have always had a rather old school relationship. I enjoy being tied up and gagged. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. I enjoy giving up power and control. Sometimes, however, our bondage games go awry like this last time. Master had me work the day after Thanksgiving. I was not happy, but I am his office bitch, so I cannot say no. He didn’t have any real work for me to do. He just wanted to tie me up and abuse my ample breasts. The problem was that after he tied me up and came on my bound breasts, he left the office for a quick errand. He was just going to get Starbucks. He never came back to untie me. I was bound to that chair in my work clothes with my breasts exposed for days. I tried hard to get myself lose, but all I did was cut my wrists on the rope and tip the chair over. I was forced to piss and shit myself. I had nothing to eat. I was saved when two days later the cleaning team for the building came by. They only clean our office twice a week since it is small, just the two of us normally. When I heard them come in, I screamed for help. I felt a sense of relief that I had been rescued. The couple who discovered me, saw an opportunity. An opportunity to abuse me. I was a helpless submissive whore to use in their eyes. The male of the duo fucked my mouth, slapped my tits, spit on me, kicked me in the gut and sodomized my ass while his female partner pissed on my face and kicked me in my “whore cunt.” They left me tied up, covered in piss, shit, cum and spit. Master came in yesterday and found me. He had a senior moment and forgot that he had left me tied up. He forgot he left his office whore bound to a chair for three days? I need a new, younger, master.
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