As a bondage whore, I get myself tied up often. I am looking to supplement my current master / servant relationship. My Master, owner and boss has given me permission to play with others. I just cannot be fully owned yet as he still has some life in his old body. I have been his for decades, but his age has complicated our relationship. He granted me permission to look for some S and M fun on Tinder. I actually am not very computer savvy. I had to get my daughter’s help in creating a profile. We used a picture of me all tied up as my profile pic. My daughter said no one uses a face shot on Tinder. She was like, “Mom, it’s a hook up site, not a dating site.” She elaborated that no one cared what I looked like because they were just fucking me. In my case, just abusing me. I was surprised how many responses I received to my “Just an Old Whore” post. My daughter helped me respond and set up “dates.” None of the ones I responded to got me worked up like my long-term master, until Charles. He was date #8 on day 3. Tall, dark, handsome and cruel. It was love at first smack. Instead of shaking my hand, he smacked me across the face and ordered me to my knees. I started worshiping his cock. There was no small talk, no attempt to get to know me or find out what I liked sexually. Clearly what I wanted didn’t matter. As a submissive whore, that is just what I was looking for in a man. He used my mouth, then my pussy and finally my ass. My ass got used well too. First some hard spankings, then some flogging and finally a hardcore ass fucking that left me gaping open and sore. He left without a word. His cum was leaking out of my ass. I was in love. Perhaps I found my replacement Master?
Category: Bondage S&M
Bondage S&M Whore – BDSM Party
The last party I went to was bloody amazing!! rather than breaking up into voluntary groups and separating, the party was held in someone’s workshop, which had been cleared out for the occasion. There were tables that had been loaned for the party, along with an “X” and hooks all along the ceilings and shackles tied into the walls. The subs were offered straws, and ¾ of us were bound to random “stations”. I was hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the floor, it was not entirely uncomfortable, but definitely put a strain on some unused muscles.
The doms and unlucky subs took turns at each station. The first group clamped my nipples and attached the other end to a battery, allowing me to anticipate the shocks each time. A guy brought over this metal device, and I could only imagine it was some make-shift violet rod. Sure enough, he started shocking the fuck out of my inner thighs, and the tip of my clit. One of the unlucky subs got tired of watching and not participating, so she walked up to me, lifted my legs to wrap them around her neck, and buried her face in my cunt. I was so turned on, and the next nipple jolt tore through me, forcing me to grind my cunt harder into her face, triggering an instant orgasm. She ate harder, licking as much of my juices out as she could before sliding 3 fingers into me. She rammed my cunt hard, forcing it open more and more. I felt like she was trying to rip me in half, but eventually that drove me to another hard orgasm. I came so many times, and so hard each time, that my legs still tremble to think of it!
Bondage Whore Mishap
I am a bondage whore. It seems an antiquated fetish in the modern world of hardcore BDSM. My Master and I have always had a rather old school relationship. I enjoy being tied up and gagged. It makes me feel vulnerable and helpless. I enjoy giving up power and control. Sometimes, however, our bondage games go awry like this last time. Master had me work the day after Thanksgiving. I was not happy, but I am his office bitch, so I cannot say no. He didn’t have any real work for me to do. He just wanted to tie me up and abuse my ample breasts. The problem was that after he tied me up and came on my bound breasts, he left the office for a quick errand. He was just going to get Starbucks. He never came back to untie me. I was bound to that chair in my work clothes with my breasts exposed for days. I tried hard to get myself lose, but all I did was cut my wrists on the rope and tip the chair over. I was forced to piss and shit myself. I had nothing to eat. I was saved when two days later the cleaning team for the building came by. They only clean our office twice a week since it is small, just the two of us normally. When I heard them come in, I screamed for help. I felt a sense of relief that I had been rescued. The couple who discovered me, saw an opportunity. An opportunity to abuse me. I was a helpless submissive whore to use in their eyes. The male of the duo fucked my mouth, slapped my tits, spit on me, kicked me in the gut and sodomized my ass while his female partner pissed on my face and kicked me in my “whore cunt.” They left me tied up, covered in piss, shit, cum and spit. Master came in yesterday and found me. He had a senior moment and forgot that he had left me tied up. He forgot he left his office whore bound to a chair for three days? I need a new, younger, master.