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Bondage Whore Now and Then

bondage whoreI am a bondage whore. It is how I came to terms with being a submissive. I was raised by a dominant and mean daddy. My youth scarred me, physically and mentally. You can never really escape your destiny and I believe the submissive life is my destiny. I could have let the scars and trauma of my youth ruin me, or I could embrace the aspects of the BDSM world I enjoyed. That is bondage. My father started tying me to the bed when he would leave for work. As I got older, he was afraid I would run away and tell the cops what he was doing to me. His solution to the problem was to tie me to the bed or bind my hands and wrists so I could not flee. My spirit was broken young, but he was smart to confine me. I would have fled. I eventually did escape, but I never called the cops on him. I was 18 with no money and no GED on the streets of New York City when I saw an ad for fetish bondage models. I thought, I have been tied up a lot already, why not profit from it. That was the first day I was a bondage and submission whore on my terms. I loved it. I had the power. I met my ex-husband as a bondage model. He was just like dad. Then I met my master in a bondage club and he really changed my life. I became his subby bitch. A little over 20 years later, I am still his submissive bitch. And I am still his bondage slut. Other men tie me up too, but no one ties a knot like master. He tied me up at work yesterday so tightly that I still have rope burns. My arms were twisted behind me in such a way that a sneeze could have resulted in a spiral fracture. I still have rope burns too. I will always be a bondage slut.


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