I am a bondage whore. I never wanted to be. I tried hard to get away from my past, but I failed. My master loves bondage. Out of all the things he can do with me, that is his favorite. I met him in a bondage club when I was 21. I have been with him since and that was almost 20 years ago. For a few years, I was still married and living in NYC. He was married too. He still is married. When he got an offer to join a big firm in California, I went with him. He helped me get my divorce and by then, I had a small daughter and son. He has always taken good care of me. He has always tied me up better than anyone else, even my father and my ex-husband. They both just tied me up to keep me from running away from them. My master knows I will never run from him. He provides too much for me to run. I am a smart and loyal submissive slut. Master is aging. He is almost 25 years older than me, but he can still tie a good knot. Yesterday was bondage day. He tied me to the office chair. He played around first though. He had my arms criss crossed and bound behind my back, but that was so painful. He likes to inflict pain, but he does not like to go past my threshold for too long. Daddy and my ex-husband never cared about crossing my pain threshold. In fact, they got off on my pain. Just like you do. Master made me suck his old, shriveled dick while my hands were behind my back. He pissed in my mouth. I swear all the meds he takes makes his piss and cum taste nasty, but I am a good and loyal submissive whore, even for you less benevolent masters.