I am a bondage whore. I enjoy being tied up. My old master loved bondage games. My current master, however, is more hardcore. Bondage is not what he enjoys most unless it leads to hardcore fucking which it did last night. He tied me up on my bed. I thought he would just leave me vulnerable and no way to get lose. He did tie me up and leave me, but he came back with reinforcements. He came back an hour later with about 10 men. Men I had never seen before. At first, they just circled around me like vultures waiting for me to die. I was scared and that is what my master wanted. He gets off on my fear. His friends liked smelling my fear too. I had no idea what they were going to do to me. I had no idea who they were either. I know most of master’s friends and colleagues, but these guys looked like men he picked up off the street. They were a rag tag bunch that master paid to fuck me. I was tied up, vulnerable and free game to their sexual depravities. The men pissed on me. They gang banged all my fuck holes. Fisted me. Fucked me some more. Laughed at the dirty bitch tied up. I asked Master why I was being punished. He just looked at me and said, “You aren’t being punished whore. I am being rewarded.” I was being used as submissive whore for his amusement and pleasure.
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Killer date
Swiping all day long I finally found my perfect match. I thought he was so cute exciting and felt like an excellent, honest person. It was a match, I thought. I ended up feeling a ton of regret super early on. I felt the mood change, and once we hung out, his dark side came to play. I assured him I was not going to give out the goods so easily. Submissive sex was what he wanted, and he was going to get it no matter what. I had no say so and I had to sit back and let him pound all my holes like the slut I was supposed to be. I didn’t think for one second it was real. Then I saw he meant each word. It was on, and his mind was set.
Bondage Whore on Tinder
Bondage whore Bernice is my latest Tinder handle. I was looking for someone who enjoys bondage like me. I thought it might help me stand out among all the generic subby whores who want a 50 Shades of Gray experience. That is too tame for me. I am an old-school BDSM whore. I like a man who will tie me up and either leave me or abuse me. I want to be tied up like a side of beef. I like being vulnerable. It is the not knowing what you will do to me that makes my cunt wet. Ollie tied me up and left me. He said he was going to his car to get some condoms. He said he wasn’t fucking a dirty old whore like me without protection. I thought he would come back, but he never did. I was left alone on my floor tied so securely that I have rope burns today. I would still be tied up if my daughter had not come home early this morning from a sleepover. She took some pictures and uploaded them to her Snap Chat before untying me. She laughed about her submissive whore mom. She even joked that she was too good to be a subby bitch like me. I need a man or ten to show that little cunt she is not too good to be used like a whore either.
Submission and Bondage Punishment
Bondage and submission. That is what I am good at, unless I am scared. He wanted to punish me. He found out I cheated on him with a guy I met at a fetish club. Master has eyes and ears everywhere. I should know that by now. I couldn’t lie because he had photographic evidence. When I break the rules, the punishment is always severe. This time it was just downright cruel. Master knows all my secrets, all my fears. He uses them against me. I am terrified of snakes. I have awful panic attacks when I see even a harmless little one. Master summoned me to his place. He put me in his dungeon. I was tied up, naked with a ball gag so I wouldn’t scream. I thought he was just leaving me alone in the dark because that is also a fear of mine. It was more than that. I heard the slither sounds. I knew I was within inches of a snake, but I couldn’t see it. I was trembling in fear. I pissed myself. I had no clue what kind of snakes were down there or how big or how many. One started crawling around on my feet and I thought I would die right there. It wasn’t just one. It felt like hundreds of snakes were crawling around on my body. I had my eyes closed and my body was stiff as a board. I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest. I was trembling in fear. I tried to escape in my mind, but nothing worked. Master has never punished me that severely before. When he turned the light on, I saw all the snakes recoil. There were not as many as I thought, but even one scares me shitless. He told me since I was a bad submissive whore, I could expect this sort of treatment if I violated the rules again. I will never be a bad slave again if that is my punishment. I would rather be tortured for hours than endure snakes.
Facial abuse
There’s really nothing that daddy loves more than using my mouth like a pussy and fucking it without any resistance. In order to train me to be a good little cock sucker, he had to really train me hard to get me to be a be the perfect little cock sucking daughter that he’s always wanted. He had to fuck my face over and over, as many times a day that he could. Then he started letting my brothers fuck my mouth whenever they wanted to too. Every single day I was getting my mouth forcefully fucked by daddy and all three of my brothers every single day, multiple times a day. I was sucking so much cock that I learned how to suck it without gagging like a good little whore. And I swallowed so much of their cum that I even started to like the way it tastes!
Master’s Bondage Whore
You asked me to come over last night and dress to impress but leave the panties at home. I showed up in black thigh-high stockings, black strappy high heels and a little black dress that was tight enough to see everything you’d wish to see. I was so nervous and excited to see you Master! What I didn’t expect was for your two friends to be there too! That made me even more excited and I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought of what you had in store for me. You had me come stand in front of you and you put a cherry red ballgag in my mouth and told me to be a good little toy for you and your friends. You then handcuffed my hands and had me stand in the corner of the room. I was shocked when you pulled my hands above my head and cuffed me to the ceiling. One of your friends came over and pulled my dress down, exposing my fat tits which he then put painfully tight clamps on. I started crying through the gag when you slapped me and reminded me that toys don’t cry. I remembered that the whole time while you and your friends took turns ravaging my cunt but I couldn’t help screaming onto the gag when you shoved your cock into my tight little asshole and fucked it hard and fast. I was simply hanging like a piece of meat, cum dripping from both holes until you decided you were done playing with me and sent me home to clean myself up. I was hurting so much and I’m certain I’ll be sore for days. But you know what Master? I can’t wait until next time…