Bondage chat makes my cunt wet. I love hearing how you would tie me up. What you would use and where you were tie me up? My love for bondage stems from my earliest years. You see, my dad would tie me up anytime he left the house. After my mom left, he was afraid I would too. His fear of being alone is not like most people’s fear of being alone. He didn’t care about having some one to love or some one to talk to. He just wanted to make sure he had a servant when he came home. Once I got old enough, he tied me to my bed or a chair, so I could not flee. I was his submissive whore and servant. One day, however, I got lose and I did leave. I ran far way, and never looked back. I still love bondage, but I like it in a different way. I want it to be sexual. Tie up my boobs. Bind me with my hands behind my back and my ass exposed so you can fuck me. Tie me up with your tie or my pantyhose. Use rope if you like, even your belt. There are all sorts of ways to restrain me. Let’s explore the hundreds of ways to tie up a whore.
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promiscuous girl
With all the torture I endured I could be the poster slut for a s&m porn. I had to give my phone to my master. It was confiscated because it wouldn’t stop beeping. It was apparent someone else was trying to get my attention. As he opened my phone my heart sank. I was sure he was going to see a dozen messages from different me. I knew I was going to be examined and punished. I went and spread my legs for him. I even had a fresh batch of jizz inside from lunchtime. I was in serious shit. I was going to get my body tortured for being a complete slut. My holes were stretched since I liked being a fuck slut. I was going to get used and abused. I learned my lesson after that. I won’t entertain guys, and I won’t fuck anyone unless I am told I can by the master. I will never disobey him again.
Red hot valentines date
My master loves to give me surprised. I get a bunch of new things sprung on me, and I have to be okay with it no matter how much I cry or beg for them to stop I know its going to be a painful event. My ass got swaddled so much this valentines day it was one to remember. My master brought over a heart-shaped paddle, and it was perfect for my tight ass. I knew I was the best submissive slut because I was going to endure everything he had in store for me and my tiny holes. My ass gaped and, my asshole was beet red like always. One thing I didn’t expect was the number of ice cubes I would have to push thru my twat. Heart shaped Ice cubes for the occasion. Tied up and slapped around.
Raises are earned
I thought it was time I got a raise. I sent an email to my boss and was hoping I would get word back on the matter. My boss scheduled a meeting with me. We have been fooling around a bit and have explored all my submissive kinks. He loved that on the exterior I was all business and book smarts. On the inside, I was a full on submissive slut. I can’t deny that as much as I try. I am a sub by nature, and I was learning all the things I needed. I was going to be a slave pet, and the first lesson was on my raise. I walked into the meeting, and my boss told me if I wanted an increase he was going to beat it out of me. I was going to be a tied up and tortured slut. When you want something, you must put in time and dedication. I was going to give sweat blood and tears, and I was going to be a urinal and cum basket as well.
















