I’m a bondage whore. Been submissive for as long as I can remember. I’m not talking Fifty Shades of Gray. I’m talking Fifty Shades of Black and Blue. My daughter is a teen now and very curious about my lifestyle choice. We have dabbled in some BDSM games, spanking, light bondage, but she has decided she wants to be a bondage slut. So, I did what any good mother does when her offspring shows interest in something new; I indulged her with a bondage for beginners starter kit. I even included a sexy master. I always encourage my offspring’s interests. I am hoping that before long, I will be preparing and S and M for beginners kit for my daughter.
I share everything with my daughter. My girl is not a hardcore submissive whore like her mother, so I had to be careful which dominant man I invited over. I don’t want to scare her away from the lifestyle. Young girls today are not naturally submissive like my generation. Most of them think they are fucking little princesses. Steve is young, hung and sophisticated. Handsome with the right amount of dominance not to scare my baby girl away from my world. He is a sensual master. Just what every young girl needs to be introduced to this sexy life. When she met him, she started to quiver. She fell to her knees, and outstretched her arms to be restrained. He pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her. He pulled out his cock and forced it down her throat. I sat on the bed playing with my pussy as I watched my baby girl submit.
They used everything in my beginner’s kit. Feathers, handcuffs, nipple clamps, silk ties, Japanese rope, ball gag, blindfold, hog ties… Bondage alone is too mild for a seasoned BDSM slut like me. I prefer the hardcore discipline and S and M games that come with experience in the lifestyle. But it was so hot to see my baby girl tied to the bed, completely vulnerable, giving up all trust to a complete stranger and loving it. Made me miss the days when sensual bondage was all I needed. I think Steve found a new slave, because my daughter was begging for him to hurt her like a dirty whore after just an hour of bondage fun. I told her to be careful what she asks for, because in my world, you always get what you ask for and much much more.
He came home smelling of whiskey and looking like he hadn’t slept, showered or shaved all weekend. He looked at me locked in the cage where he left me Friday evening. I was tiered and hungry and covered in my own filth. I dared not open my mouth to ask any questions, I just hoped he was in a good mood and would finally let me out. To my relief he bent down and picked up the cage with me in it and carried me to the bathroom where he unlocked the door and told me to get cleaned up and to clean up my mess. Not looking at him I said “Yes master” and did as he asked as quickly as I could. When I got out of the bathroom I was told to cook him a meal and to make enough for myself. I would have to eat on the floor I knew, but I was so hungry and grateful! After we ate he showered and then he bent me over the couch and fucked his little slut good. I needed that and was glad he fell asleep so I could stretch out on the floor at the foot of his bed and sleep too!
