I am back to being an office submissive slut. My master is my boss. He is much older and not working as much. Plus, Covid had us working remotely from home for a year. He is a lawyer and partially retired, which means we are only in the office two days a week. But when we are, Master is making up for lost time. He was never a cruel master. His thing is bondage and light BDSM. He likes to tie me up and make me perform fellatio and office duties. Occasionally, he puts weights on my nipples and clit. Occasionally, some bare bottom spankings. He has done all sorts of things to me over the years, but he was never much into bathroom play thankfully. A lot has changed in the past year. He discovered Viagra and he is like a 40-year-old man again in the bedroom. Where he shows his age is bladder control. He may have a 40-year-old dick again, but he has a 67-year-old prostate. I have become his piss boy. I guess, I am a piss girl. I was in the office yesterday, and he had a long video conference. He still does Zoom meetings to keep clients out of the office until more of our state is vaccinated. While he was on his long video conference, I was under his desk, naked. I was to suck his cock and serve as his toilet. Now that he is on Viagra, he is hard as a rock, and he stays that way for a long time. My jaw was sore after 4 hours of sucking his old dick. I felt nauseated too, but not from his spunk, from his piss. I swear I swallowed a gallon of his piss. I used to love to go to work, but now that he treats me like his port-a-potty, not so much. Suddenly, I am more qualified for pissing phone sex than I was before, and I am not sure I like it.
Category: Bondage phone sex
Hardcore Bondage with Bo
Master likes hardcore bondage more than any other dominant man that I have served. That’s a good thing for me. I fucking live for the rope burn and cuff marks that he puts on me when he gets into bondage play with me. He doesn’t care if the way he ties me up takes away my circulation. Master Alexander just wants his slutty submissive whore to wiggle and writhe in restraints for his pleasure. His cock gets incredibly hard when I am bound from the ceiling in suspension bondage. He beats his hard cock onto my lips when I am crying in pain.
Do you think that your bondage fantasies could hold a candle to his? Like a true sub slut I am always anxious to meet my next challenge. What kind of ropes, chains, or hoods would you put me in? How long would you keep me tied up and helpless? I would take it all for you. When you talk to me you’ll know that I’m the real deal, I’m a real pain slut and rope bunny. Can you make me squeal and cry out in pain and horror? I certainly hope so, I need it so bad.
Bondage Whore Bernice
I love being a bondage whore. Tie me up. Restrain me with anything was how my Fet Life ad began. I was getting tons of responses, but only one guy was in my own city. I was afraid it might be master. He does not mind me doing phone sex, but if I meet in real time with anyone, I need prior approval. It is not ever granted anymore because I was a bad whore during the pandemic. The time apart from my master during the pandemic was worse for me than it was for him. I hooked up with as many dominant men as I could, until I was busted and punished. I am back in the office being an office submissive slut again, but at night and on the weekends, I crave bondage. This past weekend was a three-day weekend, so I knew I had to arrange something for myself. I am an addict when it comes to bondage. David arrived on Friday night. He left Monday morning. I would like to say we got along well, but he tied me up Friday night and left me that way until he left Monday morning. He brought his own rope and was good with knots. A little too good. I was in pain. The ropes were cutting off my circulation. They were cutting through my flesh too. I was hoping he would fuck me. I wanted to be bound and fucked. He had no desire to fuck a used-up whore like me. He just needed a place to squat for a few days to hide from a guy he owed money too. He tied me up and left me in my room. No food. No bathroom breaks. My bed was my potty and my mouth was his potty. He pissed on me, ate my food, slept on my couch and humiliated me for 72 hours. It was not the bondage and submission I was wanting.