Bondage phone sex whore is my screen name on a few fetish sites. I pick up men all the time on FetLife. When I agreed to meet Omar, I thought he was going to be an older man. He described himself as a hot older man; dominant and into women with big breasts. When I met him at this no tell motel off the highway, I was shocked to see a teen boy. My son was older than him. He used his daddy’s info. I guess daddy has a dark kinky fetish life that has rubbed off on junior. He didn’t look old enough to drive. I was right. The little shit took an Uber to the hotel. I thought to myself, what could be the harm. He wasn’t going to tell anyone, and I wasn’t either. It would build his skills. Get his dick wet being a dominant guy. Every master must start somewhere, right? I checked out the bag he brought. Apparently, it must belong to daddy. It was quite the fetish bag of tricks. Junior had no clue how to use any of the equipment, so I showed him. In that bag were handcuffs, restraints, a spreader bar, a ball gag, a ponytail dildo, bondage rope and various items to spank and whip a girl with. I was his submissive whore tutor. He enjoyed using daddy’s BDSM equipment on him. He had a nice fat cock too, especially for his age. He couldn’t stand it any longer after I crawled around on the floor with a ponytail out my ass and a ball gag in my mouth. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and replaced it with his young virgin dick. He didn’t last long in my ass, but he did pound me hard while pulling my hair and calling me names for about 4 minutes. Wasn’t exactly the bondage experience I was expecting, but helping a young boy learn about BDSM games was hotter than I thought it would be.
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Submissive Whore Torture
Sometimes I swear this submissive whore has a death wish. I keep getting myself into dangerous situations. I went to a guy’s house who I met in an online BDSM chat room this week. I know I am not supposed to trust strangers. I know you can never know some one you meet on the Internet, but I was craving abuse. I need constant attention from men. Even negative attention is attention. I showed up at the address he gave me. Everything seemed fine initially, but then I drank a glass of wine and woke up naked tied to this old fashioned rack in his basement. We were not alone. He had a group of men there, apparently who paid to do what they wanted to the stupid whore who showed up at a stranger’s house. I feared I might not survive the encounter. I did, but I didn’t return home unscathed. Every male there got to do something to me. Some explored their rape phone sex fantasies, others went the torture and pain route. I was blindfolded, so I could only see shadows and hear men talking about what they wanted to do to me. As I laid there tied to the rack fearing I might be ripped in half, they joked about what they could do to me. They joked about tearing my limbs off and gangbanging my stump. They didn’t kill me, however there were times I wished I was dead. They whipped me with leather belts. They jacked off on me. They force fucked me. They pulled my limbs until I cried from the pain. They pissed on me. They flicked the ashes of their cigarettes on me too. I was let go, but I was informed if I called the cops or blasted them on social media, I would end up dead. Somehow, I knew it was true. I just feel lucky to be a live to tell about it.
Bondage Chat: Kinky Shit is on Twitter
Bondage chat ties me up. Literally, ties me up. I met Marcus in bondage chat room. Actually, I discovered the chat room on Twitter. Even kinky fetish places have a social media presence. We agreed to meet up. I am always leery of meeting strangers. They aren’t always who they say they are, but since I have no official master anymore, I miss being tied up. Bondage makes me feel so vulnerable and helpless. I need that. I need to have control taken away from me. I am a piece of shit and anything that reinforces what I already know makes me wet. Marcus was great at tying knots. He did a stint in the Navy and learned how to make knots no one could get untied. As a bondage whore, I was thrilled to be tied up by someone who knew what the fuck he was doing. The problem was he didn’t want to untie me. I was in his place, which I almost never do. I usually meet someplace neutral or at my place, but I was jonesing to be some one’s slave. I thought he was a normal man who liked to tie up chicks. He loves to tie up women and leave them on his bed for a few days. I pissed his bed, even shit on his sheets. Two days tied up with no water and no food, no bathroom. I did get a few cum feedings, but that was it. He finally released me and was like we should do it again soon sometime. Hell no. I love being tied up, but I don’t like the humiliation of soiling myself. I miss my master. I had no idea it would be so hard to find a new owner.
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Twisted neighbor
I moved in to a new apartment complex and instantly I realized my new neighbor was an oddball. The way he would stare at me gave me chills in the worst way. I also noticed he would happen to always be outside waiting for me. My neighbor knew my schedule like clock work. It was bizarre to me but became the norm to have him around trying to help out with my bags and try to invite himself into my apartment.
I had also seen my panties and nylons would go missing and he would be outside just staring at my place. I had a funny feeling I was dealing with a lunatic. I sent in an email to the landlord and was ready to move out by the end of the first month. All the things that were unfolding were happening rapidly. Had I known that the landlord had given my neighbor access to emails, keys of all the units I would of never been in this torture room.
The next day I was greeted by my twisted neighbor. He used chloroform on me and trapped me in his apartment. I was his submissive whore from now on. He was angered that I was trying to leave and wasn’t going to let me go. He erased the messages and decided to inflict so much fear in me that I wouldn’t leave. I was his fisting slut and I was only allowed to go out when he deemed it possible. I must of had a wicked attraction to being a slave because I followed all his commands. I made sure to pleasure him and take all the pain he was giving me.
Bondage Chat with a Whore
If you are looking to have bondage chat, I am your whore. I have been tied up all my life. When I was a teen girl, my daddy would tie me up. He did it to keep me at home. He was such a dominant daddy; I think he feared I would runaway if he didn’t tie me up when he left the house. Daddy whipped me, spanked me, and fucked me. He never let me date. And I had no friends. I hated my mean daddy when I was young, but I grew up to love men just like him. Maybe I have daddy issues or maybe I am just a bondage whore. I love being vulnerable. I often find myself begging folks to tie me up and leave me. I had a bondage date with this fuck buddy of mine the other night. He is a master knot maker. Seriously, this guy could tie me up better than a boy scout. I begged him to restrain me so there was no way I could escape. Most guys think they can secure me, but I have been untying myself for decades. He tied me up and left me on my bed. I tried for hours to get lose, but it was no good. He had me bound tight. He pissed on me, even jacked off on me several times before he left my house. I added to the smell my pissing on my bed a few times. I was at the mercy of my son or daughter to come home and untie me. I was praying it would be my daughter who came home first because she is not as mean as my son, but just my luck, my son came home first. He pissed on me too, even took pictures and put it on his Instagram. He bragged about the submissive whore he caught. I love being at the mercy of men.