I wont lie, once upon I hated clothes. After all, why let anything get in the way of fucking?

Then, one day I finally had someone shove a collar around my neck. It felt so right to just be property, and eventually they demanded me into bondage.

I protested at first. I wanted to fuck, why were we doing anything but more fucking? And then my hands were tied behind my back. And then my ankles were tied to my hands.

And as I begged to fucked then I was gagged.

All I could do was patheticly wiggle and whine, trying to get closer and closer trying to fuck while I was constantly played with.

Something just set off inside of me and I knew that was my place forever.

Now I never hesitate anytime someone pulled out anything with bondage