I am a bondage whore. I do not have regular dates like most single women. I am submissive. I do not want to be wined and dined or spoiled like a princess. That is because I know my place. My father and ex-husband drilled it into me that I was nothing but a worthless whore born to be a cum dumpster. I have a master now and he is into bondage. He punishes me with bondage too. He found out about some of my quarantine activities and was not happy. He sent a much younger and stronger man to punish me. I thought Master was coming over, but it was not him. He sent a surrogate who he paid to film my punishment. At first, I thought I had won the lottery. I mean this man was buff. Been a long time since I was with a younger guy as buff as that for some bondage games. I flirted and he smacked me. That made my cunt drip. I know. I am not right in the head. He told me I needed slave training and that he was hired to adjust my attitude. His voice was emotionless. The more he was in my presence, the scarier he became. He could have snapped my neck in a heartbeat. I felt confident that Master wanted me alive, but I knew this guy could beat me into submission too. He tied me up and tossed me on the bed like a dirty whore. With a ball gag in my mouth, I could barely scream as he penetrated my ass. The biggest and thickest cock to ever penetrate my ass. It was like someone shoved a wine bottle up my ass. I was crying. Legit crying. I felt like I was broken again. My ass felt like it needed medical attention. Master is not a violent man. I guess that is why he sent in a surrogate to remind me that I am a nothing but a submissive whore.
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Submissive whore
Submissive whore is what my master calls me. He came over last night and I could tell that he was in a dark mood. He reminded me that I am his submissive little whore and that he could do whatever he wanted to my body. He tied me down tight to the table and then brought out his knives. He started slowly tracing the ropes with the smallest one and then brought out the big boy. Normally the big knife doesn’t make an appearance but tonight was a no holds barred kind of night. He cut off the bra and panties that I was wearing and slowly traced my nipples and clit with the sharp end of the knife. I was scared and crying but that just turned him on more. He removed the gag that I had in and shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat. As I was choking and crying more he started rubbing my clit with his fingers. As I got close to orgasm he told me that I could cum but he was going to leave a mark on my pretty body while I did. As I came he sliced just above my left nipple. He was really turned on by then and finished down my throat a few strokes later. Now I will always have a reminder of who I belong to.
Roles Reversed
My pussy won’t stop getting wet with thinking about what I did to you. I loved how I was able to strip you naked and tie you to the bed. I wanted you so badly but you needed to see, you needed to feel just like I do. I wanted you to feel the sensations you make me feel. I made you watch me strip down naked. I rubbed my pussy a little bit so you could see just how wet I was from seeing laying there all helpless like that. I crawled on your face and started riding it. I was smothering you with my pussy and there was nothing you could do about it. I rode your tongue letting it fuck me, making me cum all over your face and mouth. You could see my juices running down your face. It was making me so wet. You tried to fight it and pretend like you don’t like it but I can see your cock getting hard. I know you love when I make you eat this pussy of mine. Be a good boy and make me cum again and maybe next time I will let you fuck me.
Sexy Bondage Roots
I love sexy bondage games. Tie me up or tie me down. A caller asked how I became a bondage sex slave. He made me go back to my youth. When I was young, my mother left. She found a new man. One who would treat her like a princess and one with money. She abandoned me and left me with an abusive dad. He just saw me as a surrogate wife, not a daughter. I had to do all the housework, cook his meals and take care of his cock. As I got tits and pussy hair, he fucked me more. He shared me with his friends. I hated every moment. When I got sassy, he started to tie me up to my bed. He pulled me out of school, and I was tied up all day while he was at work. I would pee the bed. I had rope burns. I would have panic attacks. I had no food or water. No TV. Just tied up alone for half the day because my father was afraid I would leave him just like my mother did. Eventually, I did escape. I was a teen then and had endured almost 10 years of abuse at the hands of my own father. Almost 25years later, I find myself still into bondage. I grew into a bondage whore. Now I am still tied up and left by some men, but now I get wet. What gave me fear and anxiety as a young girl makes my pussy wet now. My caller made me admit that I am attracted to older men because I miss my father. Freud would have lots to say about me, I am sure. Although, my masters now are far nicer than my daddy ever was, I am still treated like nothing more than a sex slave.
Rubbing my pussy, waiting on you.
Sometimes I have no one to play with and no one to use me. It feels so lonely. Who will play with my pussy? No one but me, that’s who. Sometimes I need to cum and there is no one to make me cum. So I have to do what any good little whore does. I have to lay back and touch my wet pink little pussy. I have to think about all the men and women who have used me over the years. I have to think of all the bad things they have done to my body to please themselves. I have been used so many times and I secretly loved it each time. I just can’t help but lay back and rub my swollen clit thinking of my pussy being fucked. I can’t help but spread my legs wide to finger fuck my cunt to make me cum. I come over and over again, waiting for the next cock to use me and my pussy.