Bondage whore use to be my nickname in our friend group. I loved a good Friday night that involved some whips, chains, and ropes. There is nothing like a man taking my hands and tying them roughly behind my back. As he pulls me closer quickly by the ropes and gently whispers in my ear, “Who is your master?”
I feel his grip on the rope and his strength overpowers me and I am weak. I can’t help but melt when a big strong man has control of me. He then proceeds to throw my naked body on the bed, grabs my legs together, and forcefully ties them together. The tightness of the ropes burns but he quickly starts feeling in between my legs. Consequently, I forger about the pain of the tight tight ropes.
Taking away some of my senses and making me helpless as he puts the big fat ball gag in my small mouth. Spit dripping down the sides of my mouth. He blindfolds me tightly so I’m left to only focus on his touch. I am at his mercy and he has complete control of my body at that point. I am his sexy bondage slut that night and he is my master. He starts taking the leather whip and with great power whips my nice round ass. I can feel the indentions he is making as it burns deeply.
After I count to twenty, muffling through the ball gag, “1 Master, 2 Master” until we reach 20. He adds a few extra because my mouth was so full of spit he couldn’t hear me say “master” towards the end of the count. My ass is on fire burning deeply. He will quickly make me forget the pain when he proceeds down in between my legs and uses that long sexy rough tongue to lick every inch of my cunt. The balance of pleasure and pain is unreal and euphoric. Alas, the way he makes me feel in these moments, there is nothing, and I mean nothing, I wouldn’t do to make that cock happy.
Stay tuned for part two of a typical night in bondage for your girl. We were just getting started. Of course if you want a part 2 of our own, you know the drill, hit up your girl and let’s create our own ending.
