I love being a bondage whore. Bondage is much better in real life though than on the phone. That is because I struggle to tie my own knots or get my body contorted into certain positions. Master and I met at a bondage club in NYC in 2000. He loved tying me up. He said I had a body built for ropes. I am well-proportioned. I have big boobs and wide hips. Long arms and long legs. I am not double jointed though. I wish I was because then I could tie myself up or get out of the knots a man leaves me in. Over the weekend, I was playing bondage games with a man I met on Fet Life. He is married like my master to a woman who is no submissive whore. I am not sure why dominant men marry dominant women, but I am happy to be the side piece of beef that he experiments on. Tony brought all kinds of ropes. He practiced simple knots with my hands behind my back. He used a two-column tie in the beginning for a crab tie. Pretty basic. He wanted my arms behind my back in a box tie. That position always hurts my shoulders. With every rope position, he got more creative with his ties, and that meant more pain for me. A pretzel hogtie left me powerless on the floor. For that one, I was naked and exposed. All four of my limbs were pulled behind me with my wrists bound to my ankles in a position that could have left me paralyzed with one false move. I trusted this guy. He was into women like me who enjoy bondage and submission games. Once I was in a more dangerous and painful position, he left me for my son and his friends to find. They came home drunk and saw me naked and bound like a side of beef. They took advantage of the situation. They pissed on me and fucked me, and still left be bound and gagged until this morning. Now I have a dislocated shoulder and rope burns I will have to explain to my master.
Category: Bondage phone sex
Being a Bondage Whore is Painful
the seed was planted
I used to send notecards to my dad when I was held captive by a man I thought loved me. If I could go back, you may think id want to escape, but if I am being truthful, I wouldn’t. Many will call it a victim mentality when someone doesn’t want to leave their abuser. I’m not too keen on saying that the absolute hardcore truth is that I love pain.
Whenever my dad would leave for months on end, I would feel empty. My mom got remarried, and her boyfriends would come into the house and find their way into my room. If I’m going to be hurt or used, it will be on my terms. So yes, I enjoy being a submissive slut. When I get pounded by a real man, it makes my juicy pussy go crazy.
A man is someone willing to take my trauma and make it pleasurable. It sounds pretty fucked up, right? It is what it is, and I am enjoying being used by men. Daddy never cared, and all of mommy’s boy toys had a blast touching me.

















