I enjoy being a bondage whore. I hated being tied up by my father as a young girl, however. I think the years since my youth have taught me to embrace my past. I no longer let the past rule me or make me live in fear. I love bondage. I want to be tied up and vulnerable. Maybe, I do not wish to be left for days on end to piss on myself and stuff, but I like the not knowing what you will do to me once you have me tied up. I met Tim on Tinder. I am not supposed to be dating according to my master, but Tinder is not dating. Tinder is anonymous, discreet hook-ups. It is just fucking. That is my loophole. My master said no dating and these men on Tinder will not take me out. They will, however, tie me up and abuse me. Tim was a younger man with lots of aggression towards women. He was not a benevolent master type. He just seemed to hate women, especially women who reminded him of his mother, like me. He tied me up like a parcel and dumped me on my bed. For hours, he tortured me. He used a taser on my tits. He even put it on my clit, and I pissed the bed involuntarily. I could smell my flesh burning. This was not what I wanted. It was not even my worst-case scenario. I never imagined he would be this violent and aggressive. He started calling me mommy as he slapped and punched me. He clearly had mommy issues. He never fucked me though. He said he did not fuck whores, especially not an old submissive whore like me. This was another Tinder hook up gone wrong. I was tied up and beaten and left that way until my daughter came home the next morning and found me covered in my own puke and piss. You would think I would learn, but I just get back on Tinder the next day.
