Category: Bondage chat

Tied Up with Bondage Phone Sex

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex ties me up on the phone all day! Sometimes, quite literally too. My son is becoming more and more dominant with me. In the past, normally I had to push his buttons to get him to snap. Now, he just snaps if I breath funny. I am not complaining. I have long hoped he would take over master duties when my current master becomes too feeble to care for me properly. The problem is that my son knows nothing about the lifestyle I live. He just likes to abuse his stupid whore mother on occasion. That is the problem I have discovered. There are too few lifestyle masters anymore. Most guys fall into the category of misogynistic sadistics. Guys who just like abusing women. No code.  No lifestyle. Just periodic abuse with no rhyme or reason.  My son got pissed at something trivial last night. He slapped me around and tied me up naked on the couch. He left me to go out with his friends drinking, but not before he fucked my ass and filled it with cum. He let off a litany of humiliating slurs before vacating the house and leaving me literally tied up. He knew I was working so he left the phone near me. Now, I can answer my phone with my Bluetooth, but my hands were bound, which made taking credit card information impossible. He deliberately wanted to humiliate me and deny me money. He enjoyed the fact that I could answer the phone but couldn’t take a call. I missed several hours of being a submissive whore on the phone because my son thought it was funny to leave me tied up on the couch for a few hours.  What would you do if I was your slave? Why is it I ca only find men who want to straight out abuse me?

Pain and Pleasure

Bondage whoreMy master tied my hands and feet to the bedposts of our bed. My legs were spread open, my pussy was on full display. He teased and tortured me all day. First, he pulled out a small whip and gave me lashes on my bare pussy. The pain was unbearable, but he took pleasure in my cries of pain. When my flesh was swollen and red, he put his face in my pussy and gave me lashes with his tongue. I wanted to free my hands and hold his head tightly against my wet flesh but he wouldn’t release me. I pushed myself up against his face over and over again, trying to get his tongue deeper inside. And I felt my orgasm building, I was about to go over the edge. I started humping faster and faster chasing ecstasy. That’s when he stopped…and tears started rolling down my face when I saw him reaching for the whip again. He played with me all night, teasing me with pleasure and pain. My master loves torture and I’m the victim.

Bondage and Submission is This Whore’s Life

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is the name of the game with an old whore like me. Tie me up and use me. It is literally the name of the game with the men in my life. Master loves to tie me up. He is old, however, which means he is forgetful. He paid me a late night visit last night because he was in a mood. My master is married. I have been his whore for decades, so when he wants to do something outside of the office, it must be a hotel or my place. His wife is so clueless or she just turns a blind eye because he keeps her financially secure; just like he does me. He tied me to my bed. He didn’t fuck me, but seeing me tied up in a pink see through teddy got his dick harder than it has been in years. He started jacking his dick. He had done a Viagra and a line of coke. I was in trouble. He jacked off for an hour at least before he covered me in his old jizz. His shriveled up old cock was still hard, so he fucked my ass. Hard. He is almost 70 and he ravaged my ass like a college boy. My son came home unexpectedly. When he saw his bondage whore mommy all tied up, covered in cum and taking it in the ass, he wanted in on the fun. My master and my son tagged teamed me for what felt like all night. I woke up, still tied up. I was covered in cum with a sore ass. They were no where in sight. I couldn’t get off the bed without assistance. I tried, but ended up falling off the bed. The loud thud woke the men who were in the living room refueling for round two. Thus, is the life of a submissive whore.

Bondage Whore Bernie Needs Punished

bondage whoreBondage whore Bernie is my name on Tinder, FetLife and a few other fetish sites. I can’t help it. I love bondage. Do you remember those old silent short films with the woman in peril tied to a train track? I masturbated to those images as a wee girl. I wanted tied up then rescued. As I grew up, I wanted tied up and abused. Something about being vulnerable and helpless and at your mercy makes my cunt wet. I’m trusting a stranger or a master not to kill me. Not to permanently hurt me. My master, my boss, ties me up to my office chair often. Yesterday, he was feeling mean. It happens, but not often. Normally, we have more of a sensual master slave relationship. Hardcore bondage and nipple torture made his dick hard. He tied the ropes so hard, my wrists bled. He ripped my shirt open, exposing my DD breasts. He slapped my tits so hard they started to turn colors immediately. He started sucking on my right tit. It felt amazing, until he bit so hard on the nipple it tore. I was bleeding down my breast. He grabbed my jaw, spit my blood and flesh in my face and said, “Did you think I would not know about your little online endeavors, bitch.” He was not happy I was moonlighting. I was being punished; not for cheating, but for not asking permission to be on those sites. Master owns me. I know I am his property, no better than the office chair I was strapped to. He spent the rest of the day punishing me for my violation of our master servant relationship. He sodomized my ass with the stapler, along with other office supplies. Lesson learned the hard way. At his age, I didn’t know he still had all that in him.

Slavery

Slave trainingMy master will be home soon, so everything needs to be perfect. The bed needs to be made so tight that a quarter will bounce off the mattress. The floors need to be so shiny that you can see your reflection. Dinner better be hot and ready. And I better be naked with only heels on. He likes to eat his dinner first with me under the table sucking his cock. I have to eat real food before he comes home, because when he’s home cum is the only thing on menu. After dinner he likes a hot bath followed by a massage. Usually the massage leads to him brutally fucking me. He fucks me like he hates me. Pounding my pussy, and pulling my hair. His favorite position is doggy style, he likes to slap my ass hard over and over again. After sex my body is black and blue. The whole time I’m doing this daily routine I’m not allowed to speak, he likes silence. I obey his rules because he looks for reasons to punish me. I’m his slave and slaves have no opinions or rights. I only do what he allows me to do.

Bondage and Submission at Work

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is my life. I am always giving in and getting tied up, especially at work. My boss and Master is old, but he does love tying me up at work. He was feeling extra frisky yesterday. I only go to the office a couple days a week now. My work schedule just depends on what kind of case he is working. He is a lawyer close to full retirement, which is why I have been supplementing my income being a phone sex submissive. I messed up some legal briefs. I filed them incorrectly. I am not allowed to make mistakes. For a simple fixable clerical error, I got some soft bondage of my tits. Well soft only in the way he tied up my boobs. The torture my whore tits, as he likes to call them, received was something very different from soft. He pinched the nipples so hard they bled. That was not enough pain for the mood he was in. He got out his lighter so he could burn them too. Have you ever smelled burning flesh? It is awful. When it is your own flesh, it is worse. The pain and smell combined is nauseating. I knew not to vomit or complain or cry. It was tough to do, but if I had, the torture would have been far worse. Master has never been big into torture sex except when it comes to my tits. The way he views it, he bought me my tits, so he can do whatever he wants to them. I will take nipple and breast torture any day over being used as a punching bag. Some of the more modern Masters, whom I have encountered, on and off the phone, enjoy going Mike Tyson on me. In their eyes, I’m not a woman, just a worthless submissive whore.

Erotic Bondage Stories

erotic bondage storiesI love erotic bondage stories. As a little girl, I use to use my allowance money to buy True Detective magazine. It was soft core porn. The guy at 7-11 didn’t care that I was not old enough to buy the magazine yet. It was filled with stories of crimes against women. Many of the pictures were of women tied up in all sorts of positions. I would go in my room and masturbate hoping someone would tie me up like that. I love bondage. Now that I am all grown up, I have lots of men who enjoy spending time with a bondage whore like me.  Saturday night, I checked out a new bondage club about an hour away. I was nervous when I arrived because the place was filled with much younger women. That happens every time one of those Fifty Shades movies comes out. Those books / movies are so amateur compared to my life, but I get it. Young girls are curious about the lifestyle, just like I was when I was reading those true crime magazines. I was afraid guys would prefer young girls to an old cougar. But I had a few things they did not have: experience, big boobs and a true understanding of the BDSM lifestyle. Men were lining up to take me into a private room. I was the Belle of the bondage club. I had my pick of the litter, which is rare. I went with a handsome young man who reminded  me of my son. We went into a room adorned with red velvet walls and a variety of soft bondage equipment. He tied me up seductively and expertly for his age. He was in college he informed me. While I was tied up, he dripped hot wax all over my body. You cannot fuck in the club, but he could jack off on me. As I laid there covered in wax and cum, I thought if only all young dominant men were as sensual as him.

Sexy Bondage with Gretchen

When I came to, I was hogtied on the couch, my face all but buried in the back of it. I worked my way to a more breathable position, and heard someone walk into the room. Sexy bondageI started to panic, but apparently they weren’t in there for me just now. Then, it came back to me. I had been drugged, and through the haze that was my memory, visions of being tied up like this, having my skirt shoved up and hands probing into my cunt and ass appeared. I could remember the faces burying themselves in my pussy, cock being shoved down my throat until I threw up. I remembered my hands being pulled to the furthest that the ropes would allow, and a cock placed between them. Being made to stroke that cock off. Then, I remembered the cum – all over my face, my ass, inside of me. I felt dirty but hot and horny at the same time. What is it about being used and abused that turns me on so much?!Hardcore bondage

Bondage Chat with Master

Bondage chatHe asked if I thought I had been good enough to orgasm today. I begged him for an orgasm, on my knees. He told me to sit down on the bed and touch myself, and I did. I did every little thing he asked me to. I sucked my own nipple, bit the shit out of it, then did the same to the other. He let me finger myself until I got close, then told me to stop. He told me that what he wanted to do to me was tie my tits up so tightly that they started turning blue. Then, he wanted to tie my hands up, hang me from the ceiling so that I had to stand on my tiptoes, and attach nipple clamps to my tits. Then, he would take some young thing, and he would treat her like a princess in front of me, making me watch as he fed her, massaged her, and fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. And, when he felt like I couldn’t possibly tolerate another moment of the torture, he’d drop me to my knees and face fuck me. At that point, he shoved his dick down my throat, and I gagged on it, trying to breathe around it repeatedly. He showed me exactly how hard he would face fuck me then, and then he didn’t even let me have his cum. He pulled out and shot it all over my face, then scraped it off to feed to the little princess. I felt completely humiliated.

Erotic Bondage Stories

erotic bondage storiesErotic bondage stories are almost as fun to create as they are to share. I have a few callers who enjoy hearing my bondage stories. I tend to get all tied up frequently. But, that is to be expected with me because I have always been a bondage girl. It started when I was a little girl. My mom was more my father’s bitch than she was his wife. I discovered her one day all tied up and contorted in a very painful position. My immediate instinct was to help my mother, so I untied her. She actually scolded me for helping her because she said daddy would be very upset with me for intervening. He was too. I got punished, but not like a father traditionally punishes his offspring. I did not get spanked or put in a corner. I got tied up. Bound and gagged like a pig about to be roasted and shoved in a dark closest over night. I was alone and scared. I had no access to a bathroom or warm bed. No food or water. Not even love and affection from my parents. My mom let me out the next day to get me ready for school. I had rope burns on my body. That incident broke me. I was forever scared of my father after that, but the incident also brought about a morbid fascination with bondage for me. As I got older, I asked boys to tie me up. I discovered that I was quite the bondage whore thanks to daddy. Daddy and mommy are long gone, but here I am still enjoying being bound and gagged. Last night my own son tied me up. He secured the ropes so tightly that I couldn’t move, forcing me to sleep in a painful position until he released me this morning. I have ropes and a wide variety of submissive devices. I am ready for you to tell me what to do sir.