Let me tell you how I started my day as a cum glazed bondage whore! I woke up to a deep voice telling me not to move and that I better listen to him and do as I was told. I was being snatched out of my bed by my hair and forced to my knees. I realized really quickly that this must be one of the men that Daddy had sold me to. Daddy owed big money and I was his ticket out of debt. The man helped Daddy tie me up so tightly that I could feel the rope pinching into my skin any time I moved, even the slightest bit. I tried not to move too much but I couldn’t help it, because I had to do as I was told. I lay there on the floor, tied up and unable to move even a little as Daddy, his friend and several other strange men took turns with me.They force fucked my mouth, cunt and asshole as many times as they each could. I whimpered a little when they started ripping me with their cocks but it still felt so good to have those giant cocks splitting my cunt open. I would never tell Daddy but it felt amazing to be tied up with different hard dicks ramming my cum holes and blowing big, warm loads all over my body! It’s not even noon and my slut holes have already been used so many times but, Daddy left me tied up so, I’m still here to serve you and your big cock.
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Bondage Whore Bernice Hates Pissing Sex, But No One Cares
I love being a bondage whore. I do not like to be one with just anyone though. My dad? Never. He left me tied to a bed for 10 hours a day, making me sit in my own piss. I was not a fan of that. My master? I love being his office whore. He ties me to my desk chair, and I still must do work, which is a challenge. But with master, if I must pee, he lets me go to the bathroom or if I am being punished, I must pee in a cup which is better than sitting in your own piss. Men other than my master? It is a gamble. I am allowed to go to this bondage club that master owns a stake in. Everyone there knows I am an owned bitch. Sometimes, men I meet at the club take his submissive whore home. Not to fuck. I am mot permitted to fuck men. Even though many men have tried to fuck me, I always assume it is a loyalty test or something. So, I follow the rules. This guy last night was not interested in fucking me. He was, however, interested in tying me up like a package for hours. I love being tied up because of the vulnerability, but I do not want to be tied up indefinitely. And I do not want to be left for God knows how long. He was with me for a couple hours. He was chugging ice-tea and lemonade so he could piss on me. I was on my floor, bound and gagged, and now covered in piss. Master pisses on my occasionally, but it is mostly on accident because he has old prostate issues. This guy was young and clearly into things like golden showers phone sex. He left me there. My daughter found me in the morning when she got up for school. Did she help me? Nope. She took pictures, laughed at me and told me I smelled like a Porta-Potty. The life of a subby whore is never boring.
My parents disowned me
You would never guess that I enjoy being told what to do by men. My holes belong to a dominant, powerful man. You would probably think I’m the girl who loves to rule every situation. Growing up, I always got what I wanted, and my parents spoiled me rotten. After all, Daddy loved having a little girl, but I would soon Rebel. All I wanted was to be treated like less than I am. It was pretty much the craving that I needed to be used, abused, and completely brainwashed.
The other side of town seemed much more my Vibe. It’s like I gravitated toward men who wanted to take from me.
BDSM chat is quite the topic of conversation whenever I start talking to someone from the other side. Of course, I got acquainted with a guy that wanted to use me.
He was very dominant and what I needed. All he wanted was to ruin me and to fuck into pimp me out. My parents disowned me because they didn’t like me being with anyone that’s not up to par with the caliber of what they wanted for me. Now I’m in the dungeon using.