Bondage Whore Then, Now and Forever

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I am a bondage whore. I love to be tied up. I like to be released though. That is key to me. Let me go once you have had your fun. I was with this guy the other night I met on Fet Life. He only lived about 20 miles from me, so I took it as fate. I mean we could easily have met in a local fetish club that closed to one another. He was a nice looking man. Clean cut, even on the sophisticated side. Well-groomed. Looked like he had a white-collar job. His hands were too well manicured to have been a laborer. His wife is submissive to him, but she is pregnant now and cannot handle anything rough, not even bondage. This submissive whore is built for bondage, and she likes it rough. It is funny how when I was a little girl, I hated my father for tying me to my bed for hours while he went to work.  Now, I crave it. David tied me up tighter than anyone has, then he got a work emergency call and flew out of my house leaving me tied up, alone and feeling helpless.  I was tied up for hours before my son came home drunk with some friends. By that time, I had already pissed the bed. They laughed at me because the urine smell was strong. My son has seen me in worse predicaments. Sometimes he is sympathetic, but most times he just takes advantage of the situation. He told his friends his mother was free pussy. I was thinking if I could smell the alcohol on them, they were too drunk to do any damage to me. Wrong. I guess when you are a teenage boy drunk dick is not an issue. They all had rape phone sex fantasies for this redhead milf. After another several hours tied up like a side of beef, my son let me go. I had to wash the smell of my own piss off me, as well as their young spunk. Another bondage night gone awry.

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