As a bondage whore, I get myself all tied up sometimes. My daughter wanted to practice her rope skills this weekend, or so I thought. She is not a dedicated submissive like me. She is more of a switch. She has dabbled on both sides. If I had my druthers, she would be a full time submissive like her mother. I’m aging out for many of my masters, but they all seem to like my teen daughter once they meet her. Gravity is still her friend. Plus, she has tight holes unlike me. I raised her alone with my son. Perhaps if I had a dominant man as a husband, she would have grown up differently. Guys ask me all the time why didn’t I force her to be a submissive whore like me. A true submissive, even a subby mommy, can’t force anyone to do anything. A dominant male influence is required to break a girl. Trust me, she needs broken too. She tied me up and left me on the living room floor all weekend. She thought it was funny. While I was bound and gagged, she took my debit card and my car and had herself one hell of a fun weekend. She crawled back home last night reeking of sex and booze laughing at the fact that I was tied up laying in my own urine. So I have decided to sell her to anyone who wants a teen whore to abuse. This little twat waffle of mine needs a stern master, a very cruel one to break her. At this point, I wouldn’t care if you wanted to snuff her out. She is nothing but a pain in my ass. Any dominant men want to break a stubborn teen whore in a very painful and deadly manner?
Category: Bondage phone sex
Bondage Whore Troubles
Ass over applecart
While at the bondage party last week Master found a mechanic that he really enjoyed. So of course that gave him the ambition to build me another fuck machine. Master is very creative and good with his hands when it comes to building these contraptions. He put his own personal twist on this specific model which folded me in half allowing my ass and pussy hole to be exposed at once. He always loves to surprise me with his builds and blindfolds me until I am all strapped in and ready to be fucked. He strapped my wrists down to the machine then pulled my legs back up over my body. From there he fastened my ankles in place which made my fuck hole vulnerable to that massive dildo on the end of the arm that was ready to fuck me for as long as Master seen fit. He must have really enjoyed this specific style because I was left here to be fuck for what had to be at least 2 hours. I quivered and came all over this fuck rod several times of the course of being tied down. Once I was released my pussy was numb and tingling. Master knows how to do right by his whore.
Always a P Mommy
It was suggested to me that I write about something else, that I not be a submissive P Mommy who likes to share her lil brats with all my friends and callers. I thought about it for a minute, but then realized that it all goes together. Being a breeding, Mommy whore and being a submissive whore too all goes together for me. I need to talk about my daughter in my blogs because I know if it’s making my pussy wet it’s making someone’s cock hard out there. And soon one of those hard cocks are going to come take advantage one of these tight bald holes. From my youngest barely out of my womb little one to my one that is ready to be a breeding whore herself. All these tight holes need to be fucked, and I will be happy to help, then you can tie me up and turn that cock to me because I know you have lots and lots of cum for me and my little brats.
Bondage Whore Breast Torture
I’m such a bondage whore; sometimes I try to get into trouble so master will tie me up at work. I was purposefully late the other morning just so he would tie me to my chair. I was hoping for breast bondage. It is my favorite. I love it when a man wraps them up so tightly that look like torpedoes and start to change colors. I guess master is on to my games. He did tie me to my office chair for being late, however, he did not bind them like I hoped. Instead, I got nipple and breast torture. That I do not like. I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and he was pissed that I put in for maternity leave. He beat, cut and drained my breasts of their milk. I was never able to breast feed her because he mutilated my nipples. My more recent torture was reminiscent of that time. He smacked my tits together. He used them like Muhammad Ali uses punching bags when training for a fight. I was crying from the pain. My fun bags are fake, so the more he punched me, the more the risk increased that he would bust a saline bag. He stabbed my nipples with a letter opener. He even stapled my nipples, piercing them to my areolas. I was bleeding. Battered and bruised, but master was just getting started. He is part of an old boys club. They smoke stogies and drink gin. He lit a big fat stogie until the embers were bright orange then burned my already bloody nipple. He put the smoke out with his gin. The pain was awful. So bad I pissed myself. Alcohol burns an open wound. The sting of the gin was almost as bad as the cigar burn. I was forced to work the rest of the day with bleeding and swollen breasts. Blood leaked through my bra onto my pink blouse. It just made master hard remembering how good he punished his worthless submissive whore.



















