Being a bondage whore is risky. But I think the risk is part of the fun. Master lets me dabble on Fet Life as a rope bunny. He knows how much I love to be tied up. It just enhances my sense of vulnerability. But Master has a couple rules. I do not let men fuck me. But that’s easier said than done.
When I am tied up like a sack of potatoes, not much I can do to stop a man from fucking me. And two, he does not want bruises on me, especially my face. Rope burns or ligature marks are okay. He just has an image to uphold, and he does not want people to think he beats his slave. Again, it is easier said than done.
Friday night, I got myself in trouble. I hooked up with a rope master I met online. And he agreed to my rules. However, when he arrived at my place, he acted like he did not give a fuck about any rules. He planned on doing whatever the fuck he wanted to this submissive whore. He tied me up with this pretty blue nautical rope. And I could tell he had training in knots. He pinned my arms behind my back and secured them to my ankles. It felt like he twisted me like a pretzel.
I Love Being Tied Up and Used, Well, Most of the Time I Do
My leg sockets even hurt in this position. I feared he would leave me like that on my couch. In hindsight, I wish he had tied me up and left. Instead, he fucked my ass. He violated rule number one. And he left cum inside me. He broke rule number two next when he punched me in the face giving me a double black eye and a bloody nose. This man was no master. He seemed more like a sadist and a misogynist. And I was the dumb ass who invited inside her home.
Right before he left, he pissed all over me, laughed and left. Left me tied up on the couch in an awkward and painful position with cum oozing out my ass, a bloody nose and smelling like pissing phone sex. And I got stuck like that until the next morning when my daughter came home. She laughed at her mommy and left me there while she showered and ate breakfast. And when she left for school, she finally cut my ropes. Now I can barely move. When will I ever learn?