I am a bondage whore. It is how I came to terms with being a submissive. I was raised by a dominant and mean daddy. My youth scarred me, physically and mentally. You can never really escape your destiny and I believe the submissive life is my destiny. I could have let the scars and trauma of my youth ruin me, or I could embrace the aspects of the BDSM world I enjoyed. That is bondage. My father started tying me to the bed when he would leave for work. As I got older, he was afraid I would run away and tell the cops what he was doing to me. His solution to the problem was to tie me to the bed or bind my hands and wrists so I could not flee. My spirit was broken young, but he was smart to confine me. I would have fled. I eventually did escape, but I never called the cops on him. I was 18 with no money and no GED on the streets of New York City when I saw an ad for fetish bondage models. I thought, I have been tied up a lot already, why not profit from it. That was the first day I was a bondage and submission whore on my terms. I loved it. I had the power. I met my ex-husband as a bondage model. He was just like dad. Then I met my master in a bondage club and he really changed my life. I became his subby bitch. A little over 20 years later, I am still his submissive bitch. And I am still his bondage slut. Other men tie me up too, but no one ties a knot like master. He tied me up at work yesterday so tightly that I still have rope burns. My arms were twisted behind me in such a way that a sneeze could have resulted in a spiral fracture. I still have rope burns too. I will always be a bondage slut.
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I “Escaped” A Traffick Jam

I had a young, tight pussy the first time I was sold to another man and fucked sensless. It was such an intense experience, I don’t know if any retelling will do it justice, but I’m going to try. Blindfolded, and tied down, I was sweating. The room was warm. I could see the glow of candles around the edges of my blinder. My naked body shivered every single time his breath caressed the inside of my thigh.
I was terrified, but I’d been told if I begged him not to hurt me, he’d hurt me real bad. My innocent pussy was pooling drool on the sheets below me. He laughed when he saw, letting the flogger kiss over my soft skin again. He beat me hard. I tried not to cry out; the ball gag in my mouth really helped with that. He mounted me then, without grace. I lost my virginity to a man who’s face I never even saw.
I’ll never forget the way his cock ripped into me, and the way I screamed against the red rubber ring in my mouth. He slapped me, hard. I wasn’t supposed to scream.
I couldn’t help myself. I was rescued from a trafficking ring, and I’ve tried living a “normal” life. All I’ve gotten is three rugrats, and three failed marriages to abusive fuck face men because all I can do is serve. The therapists I used to go see say I have Stockholm syndrome.
Bondage Whore Bernice
I love being a bondage whore. Tie me up. Restrain me with anything was how my Fet Life ad began. I was getting tons of responses, but only one guy was in my own city. I was afraid it might be master. He does not mind me doing phone sex, but if I meet in real time with anyone, I need prior approval. It is not ever granted anymore because I was a bad whore during the pandemic. The time apart from my master during the pandemic was worse for me than it was for him. I hooked up with as many dominant men as I could, until I was busted and punished. I am back in the office being an office submissive slut again, but at night and on the weekends, I crave bondage. This past weekend was a three-day weekend, so I knew I had to arrange something for myself. I am an addict when it comes to bondage. David arrived on Friday night. He left Monday morning. I would like to say we got along well, but he tied me up Friday night and left me that way until he left Monday morning. He brought his own rope and was good with knots. A little too good. I was in pain. The ropes were cutting off my circulation. They were cutting through my flesh too. I was hoping he would fuck me. I wanted to be bound and fucked. He had no desire to fuck a used-up whore like me. He just needed a place to squat for a few days to hide from a guy he owed money too. He tied me up and left me in my room. No food. No bathroom breaks. My bed was my potty and my mouth was his potty. He pissed on me, ate my food, slept on my couch and humiliated me for 72 hours. It was not the bondage and submission I was wanting.


















