We had the house to ourselves for a few days and I knew it was play time. He told me to shower shave and dress in what he left in the bag. I was so excited as I prepared. Would it be just me and him? Would it be him and his friends? Or would it be him and his sons? It really didn’t matter to me because as long as I felt pain and humiliation and my body was used for pleasure, I would love it. I dressed as instructed, walked down the stairs to the basement. In the middle he had set up the long stick he uses to bind my hands over my head. I saw whips, dildos, nipple clamps, butt plugs…… My pussy was soaking as he bound my hands and attached my legs to the spreader. He slapped my face, called me a bitch and laughed. Then he fastened a blind fold on my eyes, attached some nipple clamps and stuck a vibrator against my clit and left. As the clamps became heavy and my nipples bled and my clit became sore from the continual orgasm, I heard people come into the room. They laughed and I could hear zippers and pants falling to the ground. Then I felt their hands………….
Category: BDSM chat
Bondage Phone Sex for Life
I got into this sort of work because I love bondage phone sex. Men have been tying me up since I was a schoolgirl. When I was a young girl, I hated it. I was scared. My father would tie me up all day while he was at work because he feared I would run away. Eventually, I did. But I ran right into the arms of a man who liked BDSM games too. I met my master at a bondage club in NYC that my husband took me too. My master was in his 40s then. I was 19, I think. I loved being tied up by men I knew would not harm me or leave me to die. My current master was not fond of the way my husband treated me because as he said it, my husband was not a true dome. He was just a misogynistic asshole. A couple years later, I would cross paths with my master again in an underground NYC club. The second encounter changed my world. I am still a bondage whore, but now I live in California and I have a job and a salary. I am owned and I am taken care of well. I still get tied up and left in precarious situations, however. Master misses tying me up as his bondage secretary. Coronavirus has halted our fun, but he hired a guy to break into my place last night and tie me up. It was filmed too. I had no clue this was staged, and that I was not going to die. My reactions were real. My fear was real too. The hired hand dragged me out of bed kicking and screaming and bond me in the living room. I assumed for his rape phone sex fantasies, but after being left for 6 hours chained up, my master’s voice came across the answering machine telling me I was just punished for being a dirty slut. I loved every minute of every. Every 10 hours of it that I was bound up for master’s amusement made me wet.
Who wants to chat?
I have always been open about my bondage habits and so I get a lot of people interested in bondage chat. Many are curious as to what extremes I will go to, some want to know the pain levels involved and my least favorites are the ones who want to tell me that I am a whore and that sex and bondage are wrong. The chats that I enjoy the most however are the ones who are interested in getting their partner involved ad what they need to do. I usually recommend so research online and a simple under the mattress bondage kit that you can buy at any local adult store. I do explain that this is not everyone’s cup of tea and to not be upset if their partner is not into it. I also recommend that they try the bondage themselves so that they also have an understanding of how it feels and the loss of control. I also recommend videos to watch together and if they want to go further then to try classes and seminars put on by the local kink groups to help with their levels of experience. Most are very thankful and will be more open-minded to trying new things with their partners. I am really glad that I can help these people feel more at ease and to help the kink community grow.