My Bondage and Submission Roots

bondage and submissionBondage and submission is what I was put on this earth to do. Men cannot just tie up any whore. Well, they can, but not all women are willing bondage slaves. There are no consequences tying me up because I am a willing whore. I was not always, however. It is weird how the things you hated when you were young you grow up to love. I was just a little girl when my mother left me. She met a new man, and I was expendable. She knew what a mean man my father was, and she left me with him. Left me to fend for myself and she never looked back. Never came looking for me, not even when I was an adult. When I was just a peanut, daddy tied me to chairs so he could skull fuck me. Maybe he would tie me to my princess bed posters so I would not fight while he forced his cock inside my tiny pussy. When I entered my teen years, daddy upped his game. He became fearful I would runaway and leave him like my mother. He pulled me from school saying I was sick and needed to be home schooled, but he never hired anyone to home school me. He turned me into his sex slave and laid the seeds for me to become a bondage whore as an adult. He caught me once trying to escape through my bedroom window. He thought I was running away, but I just wanted out of the house. At that point it had been months since I went outside. I spent the next 4 years tied up or shackled. Daddy would whip me tied up. He would fuck me tied up. He would sodomize me with his empty beer bottles tied up. And he would let his friends fuck me tied up too. I would be left tied up for hours a day, only released to pee twice a day. I lucked out one day and got loose. I ran away, vowing never to be tied up again. We know how that turned out for me though.

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