Bondage chat excites me. I love talking to men who love to tie women up like packages of meat. It is hard to find a man who is an expert with ropes. I met this man in a fetish room who lived in the next county. He said he wanted to tie me up. He used lots of bondage terminology and seemed to know what he was talking about. It made my cunt wet to know I was going to meet a seasoned bondage master. My master would punish me harshly if he knew I was stepping out on him like this, but he is no longer good with ropes because of arthritis. I am a hardcore bondage whore. I want rope burns. I want sore limbs. I want to struggle to breathe and move because of how tightly the ropes are secured to my body. I arrived at the house for the address BondageFreak69 gave me. I had no idea about his age or race or size. I pictured a big man in his mid-40s. A teen boy answered the door and I asked for his father. He asked if I was SubbyBondageWhore. I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. He was still in high school. No way this boy was an expert at bondage. I was taller than he was. I likely weighed more too. I started laughing. I started to leave because I assumed this was some boy just trying to bang a milf. He managed to lasso me like a cowboy and pull me back into the house. There he tied me up like a mummy; he wrapped me up so tight with my arms by my side that I could not breathe. He was cocky. Talking shit. I think I just met the next Ted Bundy or BTK killer. He shoved his cock down my throat and pissed. I had to lick his young dirty ass too. I thought this would never end until he got a text and panicked. He cut me loose and told me to leave. I ran like a bat out of hell. My guess is his folks were on their way home. Never met such a young boy so advanced in bondage. No more online fetish rooms for this submissive whore. That was too close.
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Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Wet
Bondage phone sex is my safe place. I know that sounds weird, but I love being tied up and helpless. When I have had a stressful day or week, nothing takes the stress away better than being tied up. I was so happy that my favorite bondage club opened back up this week. It is allowing fewer people inside, but something is better than nothing. It has been closed for over a year. The day I got a text it was reopening, I went. I had to wear a mask, but that was just in the common areas. When a man took me to a room, we could take our masks off. I dressed up for the occasion. I did my hair and nails. I wore make-up too. I wanted to be some one’s bondage whore. I needed to be. My first two weeks back to work have been stressful and painful. Getting tied up would help me escape. Dave selected me. He said I had a perfect body for bondage. I have heard that before too. Big tits and a fat ass make me a bondage master’s wet dream. He had some blue rope to bind me with. He was an expert in rope too. He tied me up in several different positions. Ball tie, hog tie, crab tie, reverse tie, breast tie, prayer tie…. All the bondage positions, he knew. We were in the private room for hours while he was practicing his bondage techniques. We ended our session with some horizontal suspension bondage. The room we were in had all the proper equipment for suspension bondage. While I was naked and hanging from a bar by my feet with my hands bound behind my back, he pissed on me. In this club, we are not supposed to exchange any bodily fluids. It is a legit BDSM club, but he said that I was such a good bondage and submission whore that I deserved a treat. I would have eaten his shit and I hate scat. That is just how excited I was to be tired up by some one who knew what he was doing.
















