You already know I am the type of Mommy that is obsessed with being a bondage whore. With getting tied up, and being completely helpless. But you know what makes being a bondage fetish Mommy even hotter? Being completely tied up watching as my little girls, my little tiny little ones are being fucked. Not just fucked but rammed like they might not make it from being fucked so hard and for being that itty bitty and little. And me? I am screaming thru the ball gag in my mouth – I feel my wrists burn from the ropes tied tightly and rubbing against me as I struggle. I’m getting fucked too of course…right along with my completely helpless daughters. Their bald pussies are bloody and raw from being fucked wide open, they’re making me taste their cunts on their cocks and there is nothing I can do…but yet… I am so wet. Bad bad Mommy I am…deserted my little ones to get used just like me.
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Bondage Whore: Deadly Extreme Bondage Games
Bondage whore Bernice is my name in the fetish community. I love being tied up; I especially enjoy rope play. When I was little, I would watch these old silent movies where girls were bound and gagged on a railroad track and left to be rescued by some dashing stranger. I like being rescued. But as I have aged, my bondage fantasies have evolved. They have become quite dark. I have many a master who loves to tie me up, but none are quite as cruel as Master Harry. Our bondage games started out with leaving me in perilous situations. On a train track, on the street…. I would be bound and gagged, hoping to be rescued by him or some stranger. I tried not to get too scared because I knew he would rescue me. I knew it was just a game we played. But lately, I feel like he wants me dead. In fact, I came so very close to dying this weekend; as close as I have ever come to death actually. Master tied me up good. Hog tied me. I looked like a side of beef. He didn’t restrain my mouth like usual, meaning I could scream for help. I thought he was going to drop me into the woods somewhere. He dropped me in the lake. I had no real mobility. I saw him walk off as I was struggling to stay afloat. Water was rushing over me. I couldn’t get in a position to float. I started screaming, but it became gargled as water filled my mouth. I was sinking, drowning. I tried to free my hands, but I had no luck. I was in full on panic mode. I was going to drown. I was sinking fast. I lost consciousness. Maybe I even drowned. The next thing I remember was Master Harry doing CPR on me. He informed me that he can take my life and he can give it back to me anytime he wants because he owns me. I live in fear now of Master Harry’s capricious extreme bondage games. Maybe the next time, he won’t rescue me.
Helplessly Submissive P-Mommy
Mommy’s all tied up! She can’t even attempt to come help her little baby! I know I am the one who brought these men here, I know this was all kinda planned but this bad Mommy can’t help it. I know I wanted this as much as these men…maybe they’ll untie me to help. Seeing you all struggle and cry and see those smooth small legs being spread wide so those incredibly small holes can be accessed. I hope you’re ready to stretch those holes out, make them bleeding and raw even. I know you want to make them hurt, and I want to see it. I can feel these ropes so tight against my skin…knowing I literally have no choice in it gets me wet as fuck down there. I am a naughty P-Mommy!
Water Bondage Play
Master has becoming more extreme in his fetish play. And I think he loves playing off of my fears. Number one being my fear of drowning. I about lost it when I seen that huge tank of water with the ropes laying on the ground next to it. Not only being submerged in the water but being restrained had me literally shaking. He kept telling me to toughen up and take it like the submissive whore I am meant to be but I was practically in tears as he bound me. What was probably only an hour felt like ten hours being in that tank. He thoroughly enjoyed watching me quiver in that tank. As it was see through I watched as he let my head bob above the water and he stoked his cock.
My Job As A Milf Phone Sex Whore
I was talking to a man earlier; he called and took a few guesses about my little ones. I told him the real numbers and he was pleased with the outcome. He wanted me to describe myself, and I was happy to tell him about my big pierced tits, and my hair for pulling too. He was pleased with that as well…and he was happy to know I was home alone. My little ones had already been dropped off at their desired location for the day so their Mommy can start being a whore. He wanted to hire me but needed to know all about the work I’d done previously. I told him that as a whore I had previously worked under a desk, sucking my bosses cock during the day then putting in overtime hours afterward. Overtime you might ask? Well that includes teaching my oldest daughter how to take cock, just like her Mommy. And then the youngest, well they mostly cry and the one who can talk begs for mercy but she won’t get any!

















