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Bondage and Submission Whore Bernice is Your Toilet Too

bondage and submissionWhen you are a bondage and submission whore, you do anything you are told, even the stuff you do not want to do. Master is on this new arthritis med, and he is taking a dick pill, so he feels 30 again. I guess he feels like he is making up for lost time. He summoned me to the office yesterday. It was my day off, so I knew this was not good for me. I cannot say no to him, but I was not looking forward to whatever he had in store for me. He wanted to tie me up to my office chair like he used to before arthritis prevented him from tying knots like he once could. He is back. He tied me tightly to the chair. I love being his bondage whore. I was not just that though. He wanted to piss on me. He was not always into water sports. He accidentally pissed on me this year because his prostate was not working correctly, and he saw how disgusted I was. He has been doing it to me since. He likes humiliating his fuck pig. Not every time. I think he likes me guessing. I was tied up to my office chair when he pulled his cock out. It was not hard, but he shoved it in my mouth and started pissing. He held my nose, so I was forced to swallow his nasty old pee. I swear he eats the nastiest stuff when he knows he wants to piss on his whore. He was not peeing on me. He was pissing down my throat and making me swallow it all. I was grimacing, but I could not breath, so I had to swallow it so I could open my mouth. I rarely talk about pissing phone sex because I do not want to give anyone ideas. I am glad my master is feeling better thanks to modern medicine, but I really hate being his human toilet.

Bondage Whore Bernice

bondage whoreA bondage whore never knows what kind of trouble she may get into. I love bondage.  I never say no to master when he has ropes in his hands. We have safe words, but honestly, I have never needed them. He is much older now and not as strong as he once was, so I assumed I still would not need any safe words with him. The other day, however, master wanted to experiment with extreme bondage restraints. He was not alone. He rarely shares me, but my guess was that he needed help for what he wanted to do. First, he tied me with thick rope. It left marks on my body and cut off my circulation. My skin quickly turned purple. Second, he had my limbs folded like I was double jointed. My arms and legs were contorted into uncomfortable positions. One sneeze or wrong move and I could have broken bones. Once I was bound, I realized why the other guy was there. I was going to be hanging from the rafters. This was some extreme bondage like master has never inflicted on me before. The two of them hoisted me up until my feet were a foot from the floor. The weight of my body pulled on the restraints forcing the rope to cut into my flesh. I was bleeding. Master has never made me bleed.

They left me hanging for most of the day. I had a ball gag in my mouth so I could not scream or cry. I knew this was not master’s idea. He is never that cruel to me. At the end of the day, I had pissed myself and was in more pain than ever before.  They cut me down. I thought it was because they could not stand the smell of me, but they wanted to fuck me. They sodomized my ass and fisted my cunt. I barely had enough energy to whimper. Master did not laugh at me, but his accomplice did. When they were done using this submissive whore, master apologized. He owed that guy a favor, and I settled his debt. I have rope burns and bruises all over my body, but at least master is even with that guy now.