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Category: Bondage and submission
Bondage and Submission is The Greatest Treasured Experience
The first strike of the whip was a shock. Bondage and submission is what this Master has in store for me. Obviously that crack of the whip was a line of fire that made me cry out. But I was quickly silenced by a gag.
Following, each subsequent lash was a blend of pain and pleasure. Now that sting is mingling with the thrill of being under such control. In fact, my Master is an artist with the whip. And he is painting my back with welts, each one a testament to his mastery and my surrender.
Bondage and Submission Has Me Surrendering Deliciously
Now the room is filled with the sounds of my muffled cries, the whip cutting through the air, and his heavy breathing. When He paused, his hands explored the marks he’d left. As it was soothing and then pinching, making me whimper behind the gag.
With a swift motion, he removed the gag, only to replace it with his command, “Beg for more.” My voice was hoarse, raw from my earlier screams, but I did as he asked, begging, pleading for more of his dominance, for more of the exquisite torture that was both my punishment and reward.
Finally he obliged, bringing out the clamps next, and attaching them to my nipples. This led to the sharp pain shooting through me. While grounding me further into this intense reality. Next, he tugged on the chain connecting them. While watching my reaction with a dark satisfaction.
Then came the edge play, a knife tracing my skin, the cold steel against my warmth. However, never cutting but always threatening, always reminding me of the edge we danced upon. Still, I am his canvas, his toy, his to mold as he saw fit.
When he finally allowed me release, it was like a dam breaking, overwhelming, almost too much to bear. Simultaneously I screamed his name. All while my body convulsing in the bonds, the pleasure tearing through me like a storm.
“Thank you, Master,” I murmured, my voice a whisper, my mind and body still echoing with the intensity of our shared experience.
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Bondage Chat Reveals My Rope Bunny Origin Story
I get a lot of callers who want bondage chat. Most are expert ropers, but some just enjoy the naughty tales a rope bunny can supply. I have been a rope bunny more than half of my life. Hell, more than a third of my life. Daddy tied me up first. However, he did not tie me up because he enjoyed being a rope master. He did not even know how to tie BDSM knots.
Daddy tied me up so I would not escape. When I became a teenager, he feared I would talk to someone. A friend, a teacher or maybe even call the police on his perverted daddy ass. And initially, I think I felt too ashamed and scared to say anything. Daddy fucked me daily for years. He pimped me out to his drinking buddies too.
I had no friends thanks to daddy. So, no one to tell. When teachers got worried about how withdrawn I seemed, daddy pulled me from school. Said we were moving out of state. And he tied me to the bed while he went to work. He put a rubber sheet on the bed in case I had to pee. Daddy made me a bondage whore before I even knew what bondage meant.
Daddy was No Rope Master, But He Made Me a Rope Bunny
After a few years though, I learned how to escape his ties. I would fix a sandwich, use the bathroom like a normal girl, and watch TV until I knew he would be home soon to untie me. And once daddy passed out drunk, I took a few dollars out of his wallet here and there until I had enough for a bus ticket.
Daddy came home one day and discovered that not only did I escape the ropes, but I also escaped him. And I never looked back. That’s my rope bunny origin story. Now, I am with men who know all the BDSM rope knots and ties. And they tie me properly so I cannot escape. But with a few exceptions, I do not want to escape. Tie me up. Tie me down. This submissive whore loves being a rope bunny now.