A bondage whore never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love bondage. I never say no to master when he has ropes in his hands. We have safe words, but honestly, I have never needed them. He is much older now and not as strong as he once was, so I assumed I still would not need any safe words with him. The other day, however, master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He was not alone. He rarely shares me, but my guess was that he needed help for what he wanted to do. First, he tied me with thick rope. It left marks on my body and cut off my circulation. My skin quickly turned purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like I was double jointed. My arms and legs were contorted into uncomfortable positions. One sneeze or wrong move and I could have broken bones. Once I was bound, I realized why the other guy was there. I was going to be hanging from the rafters. This was some extreme bondage like master has never inflicted on me before. The two of them hoisted me up until my feet were a foot from the floor. The weight of my body pulled on the restraints forcing the rope to cut into my flesh. I was bleeding. Master has never made me bleed.
They left me hanging for most of the day. I had a ball gag in my mouth so I could not scream or cry. I knew this was not master’s idea. He is never that cruel to me. At the end of the day, I had pissed myself and was in more pain than ever before. They cut me down. I thought it was because they could not stand the smell of me, but they wanted to fuck me. They sodomized my ass and fisted my cunt. I barely had enough energy to whimper. Master did not laugh at me, but his accomplice did. When they were done using this submissive whore, master apologized. He owed that guy a favor, and I settled his debt. I have rope burns and bruises all over my body, but at least master is even with that guy now.
