And here it is, this is the story :
THROUGH THE EYES OF LAURA
You know it takes a hell of a lot to make me angry. REALLY angry! You know the sort of anger that makes your blood boil. Like I say it hasn’t occurred very often in my life, but there was one occasion when it most definitely DID!
I came home from work one day, to hear my daughter, Hanna, sobbing her heart out. It was THAT loud, that I could hear her despite the fact that the door to her bedroom was closed. Something, or someone had clearly REALLY hurt her! And whilst yes, this was precisely what would lead to that aforementioned REAL anger, at first the emotion that took hold of me was concern, I needed to know what had happened that had caused Hanna such distress, and I needed to be with her to comfort and reassure her. So, I ran up those stairs as fast as I possibly could.
Now there were two ways, I figured in which Hanna could have been hurt. It could be physical; she could have been attacked or had some sort of accident. As I burst through her bedroom door, it took only a few seconds for me to establish that this was NOT the case, there was no blood at all, and she looked completely alright from the purely physical aspect.
Therefore, I concluded this must be emotional pain, whatever had caused this anguish had targeted her heart, not her body. I rushed to her, took her in my arms and cuddled her, as the sobs still came out of her heavily. It was clear she was far too upset to be able to speak immediately, so I just held her, letting her release her pain, sooner or later she’d calm down enough to enable her to let me know what, or who, had done this to her.
As I waited, I began to try to guess for myself, and as it turned out I got it completely right. She’d told me that she’d met some Guy a couple of weeks ago, having been attracted to him down the “Railwayman’s Arms,” a large pub in town, very close to the Railway Station. It’s where many of the town’s youngsters are to be found, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, and has a reputation as a “pulling venue.” Well, he’d clearly pulled her!
Eventually Hanna’s sobs began to subside, and become less in both frequency and intensity, enough to allow her to begin to speak. And yes, it had been this bastard who’d hurt her SO much. He’d taken her out to an Indian meal. Then it had been back to his place, he had his own house, for sex. Which she HAD wanted this wasn’t rape in any form, she really fancied him, and had made a REAL effort, dressing herself in some lovely lingerie. Problem was that she froze, sheer nerves preventing her from enjoying the night, she wanted him TOO much, and as often the case, tried TOO hard, with those nerves getting the better of her and stopping her from being able to be her, meaning, in his eyes I guess, that she failed to “deliver.”
So, he simply “dumped” her! Just like that! I suppose you could argue that he had shown enough decency to at least tell her to her face instead of just phoning, or even worse simply ignoring her, but NO, that wasn’t going to be factor as far as I was concerned. As Hanna began to compose herself, that initial emotion of concern within me also began to diminish, to be replaced by the aforementioned anger, now starting to build.
But what REALLY pushed me over “the edge” was when Hanna told me that this bugger had made her pace up and down his bedroom, like a “cat-walk,” just wearing her stockings and suspenders. HOW DARE HE!!!! Like I say, it takes a lot to make my blood boil, but hearing this did precisely that!
A couple of days later I was in town with Hanna, when she pointed him out to me. To give you an idea of what sort of person we’re talking about here, he’d parked his car, an almost brand new B.M.W. Three Series, which didn’t mean much to me as I know nothing about cars, but I understood from others meant he had money, on double yellow lines as he was taking some cash from one of those machines outside of a major bank. As if the rules of society didn’t apply to the likes of him. As yes, he had that smug, conceited and arrogant look on his face, as if the WHOLE world should be made to fit around HIM!
As you can imagine my anger again rose inside of me, but the sight of him also triggered another emotion, one I wasn’t proud of, certainly at the time! For he was UTTERLY gorgeous, extremely good looking, and I’m ashamed to say my heart actually fluttered! And then a plan began to form in my mind, one that would enable me to punish and humiliate him, while also allowing me to have a little, well overdue, bedroom fun for myself!
You see it had been a few years since my husband, Hanna’s father, had passed away, and I’d not been to bed with another man since. We’d enjoyed a good and active sex life together, and just before he’d died, we’d begun to dabble in bondage. He’d tied me to our bed and then shagged me good and hard, with me TOTALLY unable to prevent him from doing just what he wanted to, which included dressing me in stockings and blindfolding me. And I’d LOVED EVERY minute! I quite fancied reversing the positions, so he’d be in MY hands, and he’d agreed, but his fateful heart attack had put a stop to that!
Naturally bondage sex, or quite frankly sex of ANY sort, became far less of a priority or desire for some time. And one of the reason’s that I was SO protective of Hanna is because without HER I’m not even sure I’d have survived this very difficult period in my life. She HAD been there for me when I needed support, yes of course that went both ways, but I was eternally grateful.
But time, as they say, is a great healer, and I was beginning to feel that I can do with some fun in bed with a man. And I still had that fervent desire to tie one of them to my bed and have MY way with him. And well, could there be a more suitable candidate?
So, to use that phase spoken so brilliantly by the late Richard Burton, in the introduction to Jeff Wayne’s fantastic musically version of “War of the Worlds,” I drew my plans against him. Now I fully realised that what I wanted to do to him may not be easy, I’d just turned forty, and my “target” was my daughter’s age, in his early twenties. However, I’d been blessed with VERY good looks myself, at that age myself I’d been stunning sexy, and although time and age had diminished my appeal a little, I knew I had enough left in the “locker” to hopefully appeal to his ego and libido. For his ego was what I KNEW I’d have to target, I needed to make him think that “pulling” me would be seen as a “triumph” and that his “mates” would be jealous of him “achieving” that.
So, I dressed in my finest lingerie, a beautiful basque I’d had for some time, some VERY sheer nylons stockings that I had to be careful whilst fitting to make sure I didn’t ladder them, then a satin blouse and this VERY sexy leather suit that I had bought recently. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I was pleased to see this utterly sexy Lady looking back at me. Yes, I believed that I DID stand a chance or appealing to his ego, which would enable me to put my plans for him into action.
When I arrived at the “Railwayman’s” I sat myself on a stool at the bar, and ordered a simple orange juice, alcohol wasn’t in MY plans for the night. And there was my “prey” complete with a group of lads, and I was quite relieved to see that they hadn’t been there long, and so hadn’t drunk too much beer yet.
One of his “mates” glanced my way, and I made sure that I grabbed his attention. Once I’d done so, then I moved my eyes in a totally provocative manner in HIS direction, making it COMPLETELY clear that it was HIM that I was interested in. It didn’t work out that first time, but the lad looked at me again, and this time once I’d made my intentions known, he tapped my target on his arm, and pointed me out to him. Game on!
Well, my gut instinct that I WOULD appeal to his ego proved to be correct, as he rose from his chair and began to walk over to me. And then I was handed a very large slice of luck. For the D.J. had just switched to the “slow smooching” type of music as he approached me, therefore his question of “would you like a drink?” was met with the reply of “no thank you, but I would like a dance with you.” As we joined the other couples on the dance floor to the tune of Harry Nilsson’s classic “Without You,” it was time for me to make my move on him, I put EVERYTHING into that dance to appeal to his libido! I rubbed the leather of my skirt against him in a manner that left NO doubt as to both my intentions, AND the ability to perform them. Then I bent my head to his left ear and set my plan in motion. “Don’t drink any more Darling, I’m going to take you home where I’m going to tie you securely to my bed and shag you ALL night!” As I did so my hand grabbed his balls and by now TOTALLY erect penis and I clearly saw that my plan was working out VERY well as I continued, “and I can see that you’re in NO mood to deny me! You’re going to be the helpless sex slave of Laura and there’s NOTHING you can do to stop me!”
There, I’d made my “cast,” would the “bait” be taken? Oh YES, he took hold of my hand and started to lead me over to his “mates.” Leaving me standing a few feet from them, he then did something that REALLY wound me up, and I had to almost bite my lip to prevent me from showing my anger. He grabbed his jacket and said in a voice a louder than he’d probably have intended that he was leaving for some “sexual action” as he put it. Because I guess that he hadn’t wanted me to hear that boast, but it wasn’t that annoyed me. For no, he took some money out and laid it on the table, clearly for his “round” of drinks. I mean, he had NO difficulty in treating my daughter like a piece of dirt, but he couldn’t let his precious “mates” down now, could he? And they, in turn, also stoked my anger by slapping him on his back and “wishing him luck!” And I believe there WERE some jealous mutterings and looks, which of course actually played into MY hands, by only turning him on even more!
We took the bus to my house, he had offered to pay for a cab, but I insisted saying a bus was due shortly. And I was right, one turned up less than five minutes later, and roughly a quarter of an hour afterwards we left the bus at a stop only a few hundred yards away from my home. Upon entering said dwelling I grabbed hold of his head and initiated a long and TOTALLY passionate kiss that I hoped completely took his breath away and promised a REAL “night to remember!” I was fully aware that, although things were going VERY smoothly from my point of view, the job wasn’t finished at this point in time. He wasn’t tied to my bed yet, and at this moment he still could have left.
Having climbed my stairs, I then indicated my bathroom out to him, ordering him to perform all the necessary bodily functions, to empty both the bladder and bowels, throwing him a flannel and towel and told him to wash himself, then to make my way to my bedroom absolutely NAKED!
Meanwhile I went to my room myself to get ready. I too used the toilet of my “en-suite,” and then prepared myself. Removing my leather suit, I also took my knickers off, they were the “tie at the sides” variety, so I didn’t need to disturb my stockings at all. Now I stood behind the open door, so I’d be out of sight when he entered.
Which after a couple of minutes he did. Looking a little puzzled he walked in further, and when he’d completely cleared the door, I pushed it shut, locked it and placed the key into the top of my basque!
“Just making sure we WON’T be disturbed at all, as I said, you’re going to be here ALL night. Right, ON THE BED! NOW!” He quickly obeyed and seemed to delight in the feel of the black satin that I’d covered my bed in, on his back. He placed himself centrally and laid his head on the, also black satin covered, single pillow, while I climbed on top of him, sitting on his chest, thus pinning him to my bed. As I reached under the pillow I issued another command, “STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS!” He again complied noticing that my hands now contained two silk ties. His bonds to be!
Starting with his left arm, I looped the tie around that wrist and expertly tied it securely, then tied that firmly and inescapably to the outer bed post of the solid and secure bed frame. Just as a “belt and braces” gesture I then looped and tied his hand with the remainder of the tie, before firmly tying that back around the bed-post. Now that’s what I call bondage, there was NO chance of him slipping out from that. Roughly a minute later I’d repeated the process with hi right arm, and now my earlier statement was correct, from this point onwards there WAS NOTHING he could do to stop me. He now belonged entirely to my bed, and therefore to ME, and he was going to remain here until I chose otherwise, which clearly wasn’t going to be for some time! But I’ll willingly admit a massive sense of relief flooded over me, my plans had worked PERFECTLY, HE WAS MINE! Yes, now he was the helpless sex slave of me, Laura, and seemed delighted to be so. But not for long as it turned out, for my I was about to make my BIG reveal, a fact that changed the situation completely!
The first indication, for him, that things weren’t QUITE what they seemed to be was when I, after climbing off the bed went to a chest of drawers, opened one withdrawing some more ties and then tied one of his ankles to the lower bed-frame. You see I had tied his arms totally securely, giving a sense of permanence to the bondage, but this bond of his ankle wasn’t utterly secure, it almost felt temporary as if I INTENDED to undo it at some stage, which of course, I DID! And it was now time for me to reveal and he to discover my REAL identity and the REAL reason I had seduced and captured him. For his captor, for that is EXACTLY what I was now, returned to the same drawer and this time, to my delight as I saw the look of outright horror form upon his face, withdrew a suspender belt and two more stockings. “And now my Darling,” that word being said in a VERY sarcastic manner, “it’s time for you to be placed in the clothes of sex!”
“BLOODY HELL, LAURA! There’s NO WAY I’m letting you put me into those!” he almost screamed at me.
“Oh really? And precisely how do you think you’re going to stop me then?” Now he realised the point of me putting that first leg into bondage, if not in a completely secure way. If he tried to resist he would be able to only thrash ONE leg about, which would make it far easier to complete my desired task. And now it was time for him to discover exactly WHY it was my desire to do so!
My two cold, hard eyes bored right into his as I continued, holding the stockings and suspender belt in my hands while I approached the bed. “Recognise them do you? You should! You’ve seen them before Darling, on the legs of MY DAUGHTER as you made her prance up and down your bedroom, before taking what you wanted from her and then breaking her heart!”
Well, the look of almost terror on his face almost matched the one of satisfaction on mine. Had it NEVER occurred to him to question just why, an older woman, who he didn’t even know had SPECIFICALLY have targeted him? I guessed that, as usual with conceited young men like him, his ego had just assumed that I couldn’t resist his mesmerizing charms! Yes, the full realisation hit him that this woman who had seduced and captured him, THIS LAURA, WAS HANNA’S MOTHER! And now he had delivered himself right into MY TOTAL hands and power! What the hell was I going to do to him now he was completely at my mercy? Well, the first thing I planned was to fulfil that promise and put him into Hanna’s stockings and suspenders. I climbed back onto the bed, knelt on his “free” leg, which I guess hurt him, I mean like I “CARED” about that, sliding the belt over his foot which I then covered in nylon, moving the stocking to just over his ankle. Then using a tie I bound that limb to the lower bed-post, but this time the bond was tight and secure! “Laura please, you’re right, I can’t stop you and I won’t try to IF you don’t kneel on my leg,” he muttered in a rather pathetic, submissive voice.
“Very well. But if you DO try to resist you’ll know exactly what I’ll do, don’t you?” He nodded, again submissively. After all he was MINE now, mine to do with what I wanted! With NO resistance from him I then released his other leg, slid it over so I could slip the belt over that foot. Whilst his legs were still together I slid the belt into position around his waist, moved the leg back over to “its” side of the bed, put the stocking over that foot and ankle, before completing his spread-eagled bondage to my bed.
I returned to the task of fitting “his” stockings, slowly they inched up his legs, with me constantly playing with his balls and his, despite what he’d just learned, totally erect penis. But to his mounting frustration and my pleasure, never to the point of no return! However eventually stocking met suspender and his “dressing up,” just like his bondage was complete. What was going to happen now he no doubt, wondered?
I climbed back onto the bed, knelt down between his nylon covered legs and cupped his balls in my hands. “So, I guess you’re now wondering just what I’m going to do to you to punish you for what you did to Hanna?”
“Laura, I apologise unreservedly! I NEVER intended or set out to hurt Hanna.”
“Maybe not, I’m actually willing to believe that,” and in fact I DID believe him on that score, “but you DID hurt her. Anyway, I’m NOT interested in your apologies, it’s too late for that! I’m ONLY interested in your punishment and MY PLEASURE! And yes, I heard you bragging to your mates about the “sexual action” you were going to indulge in with me. Well you’re NOT going to be dis-appointed in that regard, oh yes you’re facing a FULL night of purely SEX! SEX! and more SEX! You see, I’m right in the mood for that, it’s been quite a while since I had some bedroom fun, you are a good looking guy so I’m going to indulge myself at your expense. I must admit that when Hanna pointed you out to me the other day, after which I planned what’s occurred tonight, a plan you fell for “hook, line and sinker” just as I KNEW you would by the way, that I REALLY did fancy you. I UTTERLY WANTED YOU TO BE TOTALLY HELPLESS IN MY BONDAGE! I WANT TO SHAG YOU!
So, you find yourself, just as I told you would happen, as the COMPLETE SEX SLAVE OF LAURA! Because, make NO mistake, you are now totally in MY power, utterly in MY hands and completely under MY control. I CAN and I WILL do exactly WHAT I want, HOW I want and for AS LONG as I want to you and, as I said right at the beginning, there’s NOTHING you can do to stop me. So, from now until I decide otherwise your world and the only reason for your existence will be to provide me with COLD, HARD, RAW SEX! I’m going to keep you at it, shagging you absolutely senseless, again and again and again! Until, and be assured it WILL happen, when you can take NO more and beg me to stop and for mercy! After what you did to Hanna, guess how much of that I intend to show you? None at all of course, I’ll simply laugh in your face, demand even more SEX from you as I shag you yet again. You entered my house expecting SEX and by God you’re going to get SEX, but on MY terms and not yours! You used Hanna for SEX so now I’m going to use you to feed MY considerable sexual appetite!” And I damn well made sure that I gave his balls a “not too gentle squeeze” each time my lips uttered the word “SEX!”
“And by the way, I’ve another surprise for you. Whilst I’m taking exactly what I WANT from you, in the manner of MY choosing, you will be able to see precisely NOTHING.” I reached under the pillow again, withdrawing a blindfold, which I placed onto his head, although not yet over his eyes. I moved to lay on top of his body, my lips found his and I commenced the night’s proceedings by initiating another long and utterly passionate kiss. During which I moved the blindfold into place, reducing his world, just as I had stated, to TOTAL darkness. “And so Darling, prepare yourself to be getting your just come-uppance in the form of a…” pausing to kiss him again, then continuing as the kiss finished,
“LESSON FROM LAURA!”
Thus, the serious sex started, for make NO mistake I intended to shag him HARD! But to my surprise he responded positively, despite being captured by me at soon became clear to me that he was quite prepared to give his ALL! And it also became clear that he was very skilled in bed, yes, he might have been a real “bragger,” but he had the ability to back up his claims. Therefore, the sex session became VERY pleasurable and enjoyable, as I said it was the first time in a good few years for me. And please believe me that very last thing I wish to do is “dish” my late husband, but I soon realised that this young man had greater abilities and stamina, and despite being in bondage he demonstrated REAL ability in the art of sex. I was REALLY enjoying myself.
Of course, the main reason I’d bothered to entice him here and then take him prisoner was to punish him for the despicable way in which he’d treated Hanna, even if I was thoroughly “entertained” I still wanted to teach him a lesson. One thing I was absolutely determined about was that I was NOT going to stop until he BEGGED me to. As I kept him going naturally the strength of both of us began to fail, it stopped being fun, as excitement passed into exhaustion. So much so, that I actually stopped shagging him, thereby preserving my strength, but kept him “at it” by simply giving him “handjob after handjob.”
I began to wonder just how long he could keep going, but finally I broke him. “Laura, please. Laura, I’m begging you, please stop. I can’t take ANY more Laura!” I lifted his blindfold, not removed it note. And again I bored into his eyes with my cold hard pair as they had earlier at the time I had informed him of my REAL identity. “What did I tell you would happen? Didn’t I tell you I’d show NO mercy whatsoever! And I’m not going to, but I must admit, I’m no spring chicken anymore, so after just one more shag which I believe I can manage, I will let you sleep. But only because I NEED TO! Make no mistake, once I’ve rested and regained my strength through sleep, I’m going to subject you to yet more SEX! And while you sleep you WILL remain in bondage to my bed! And be locked within this room, I know strictly speaking I don’t need to lock the door but it will remind and signify to you that you are still UTTERLY in my hands and power, that you still TOTALLY belong to Laura! While I sleep you’ll be “LOCKED IN BY LAURA!” And I’ll take THAT sleep in Hanna’s bed.”
I did manage that final promised shag, but before I left him I undid all of his limbs, one by one, moving them around to offset the possibility of cramp setting in, before returning them into the state of secure bondage. I’d bought home one of those “hospital” type bottles from work, and so also allowed him to empty his bladder. Before leaving the room, and as I said “symbolically” locking the door. Then went to settle down to sleep in Hanna’s bed.
I fell asleep almost immediately and stayed in that state for several hours, in fact light was beginning to creep through Hanna’s curtains when I awoke. But I was fully refreshed and my energy restored. Now I REALLY wanted to get back into “action,” with my young prisoner, and all thoughts of punishment had gone, I just wanted PLEASURE now! When I'd bought him back here last night I HATED him, my main priority was to teach him a lesson, but he’d earned my respect and almost admiration during that earlier session. This might sound totally daft, but I could feel myself becoming, well, fond of him!
I unlocked the door to his “cell,” entered and re-locked it. Before the sex recommenced however, I again released, exercised and re-captured his limbs one by one, to reduce the possibility of cramp, and emptied hi bladder once more.
But none of that is why I had returned, of course, and soon I was back on top of his bound body, subjecting him to my high level of sexual skills and desire again. With both of us re-charged, as it were, the sex returned to the high excitement mode, in particular the second climax that I brilliantly bought us both to. As I began to scream with TOTAL ecstasy, my body shaking uncontrollably, he couldn’t control himself as while he pumped spunk into my body he also screamed out my name with REAL intensity, “OH, LAURA! LAURA! LAURA! GOOD GOD, LAURRRRAAAAAA!!!!” As we lay there afterwards still in the grip of the high that I don’t think either of us had EVER been to previously, I actually felt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this young man, impossible obviously, but for those few seconds I wanted nobody else in my world! And just for that brief time I had the feeling that he also wanted to be with me permanently too, as I clung to me with REAL passion! And then I proceeded to kiss him with an excitement that our VERY high level previous kisses didn’t even come close to matching!
However, this all set off a REAL conflict between my head and my heart! For while the latter wanted and was falling in love with him TOTALLY, the former was screaming “NOOOOO!” What the head began to wish for fervently was a distraction, something to take my mind away from what my heart was saying to me. And the head got just what it was looking for.
Because now that’s when the situation changed yet again. For shortly afterwards we heard the front door opening and somebody entering the house. That person ascended the stairs, went to their own room, retreating straight out of said room immediately, coming the door of “ours” and knocked on the locked door. It was Hanna of course. After sleeping in it, I had forgotten to re-make my daughter’s bed, so that’s why Hanna was knocking on my bedroom door. “Mum, are you in there Mum, what’s going on?” Probably referring to the state of her bed.
“Hanna, Sweetheart, just one minute!” I leapt off the bed, picked up the key to unlock the door and allow my daughter in. “Come in Sweetheart, I’ve a little surprise for you in here, I’ve been teaching a certain somebody a lesson he will NEVER forget! While thoroughly enjoying myself as well of course!”
“Well, well, how the mighty have fallen? Oh, how are enjoying wearing MY stockings, the ones you made me pace up and down in remember? You might as well keep them and take them home with you, I don’t EVER want to wear THEM again, and I’ve bought some new ones anyway.” Turning to me she continued, “I see you have well and truly captured this “Gentleman” Mum, I hope you’re giving him EXACTLY what for!”
“Oh don’t you worry about that Daughter, I’ve already had him beg for mercy once before now. This is in fact part two of my utterly senseless shagging of him, and, believe me, I’ve NOT finished with him yet, not by a long chalk! I’ll soon be putting him through it again VERY shortly!” I paused for a moment and then, as if having just considered it said, “unless of course you fancy a go!”
“Yes, you know what, yes I DO fancy that, Mum. And with your help there is something I’d like to try, a sexual fantasy of mine to be honest. Why shouldn’t I use him to get WHAT I WANT?”
“Why not indeed Sweetheart, what do you have in mind? I’ll gladly help you, and quite frankly I’ve just had a REALLY great shag, I’m not so young anymore and this would be a good place for me to stop, and for you to take over.” Almost as if I wanted to go out on a REAL “HIGH,” like a Sports Champion retiring at the very top of their game.
“What I want you to do, is untie his hands, I’m going to lay down on top of him, and then I want you to tie us including our hands, together! Then I’m going to show him EXACTLY what he threw away and he is now missing! It was simply because I was so nervous and anxious to please him that I couldn’t perform to his “satisfaction” that last time but do you honestly think I give a shit for his feelings now? No, I’ll be TOTALLY free to just enjoy myself, and subject this “Gentleman” to purely COLD, HARD RAW SEX! Whilst he is in my hands, and both of us under YOUR control! Will you help me?”
“Gladly Sweetheart. What an excellent idea. Now go and get undressed.” Hanna shortly returned, just wearing her new stockings and suspenders, and upon my guidance laid down on top of his body, still in bondage to my bed, although I had untied his hands as my daughter was getting ready. “Mum, do you have another blindfold, although I AM going to shag him, I not sure that I actually want to see him! And let him watch as you tie me to him, put him back into darkness once we are ready to shag.” I was only TOO pleased to meet Hanna’s request, soon he could see her, and the fact that she now wore a blindfold identical to him. So he had to watch as I tied loops around Hanna’s ankles, then tying her legs outside of and to his. I then tied loops around my daughter’s wrists, binding them to his. With the tie released from his hands I tied their hands together having intertwined their figures. To complete this bondage of their bodies completely together, I then undid the front suspenders attached to “his” stockings and fitted them to Hanna’s and vice versa. Thus pulling their mid-rifts together. So now Hanna and her ex-boyfriend were totally bound to each other, as he was to my bed, neither of them could escape from said bed or each other. Which meant that now, as per Hanna’s instructions, I placed him back into darkness.
I now completely took over, having been appointed the “Mistress of Ceremonies” by Hanna just a bit earlier. “Right, Darling,” that word now said without any sarcasm at all unlike earlier, “you now only exist to service my daughter’s sexual appetite instead of mine. Which doesn’t mean that you can relax by any means, you will remain in bondage to my bed until you have COMPLETELY satisfied HER desires. Just like I was, she’s looking for nothing else other than SEX! SEX! and more SEX! And it’s YOUR job to provide that for her, do you understand? You belong to her, your WHOLE world now revolves around HER, and I’m going to make sure you do her best for her and provide her with the quality shagging that she’s looking for! And make NO mistake I won’t even CONSIDER releasing you until I’m satisfied that she is. So, you’d best get started!”
“Laura, could you please lift both of our blindfolds, I want say something to Hanna, and look her in the eyes as I do so?”
“Yes Mum, I’m interested to know what he has to say to me. Please let us see each other, if only for a few seconds.” So I obliged and he and Hanna looked into each other’s eyes, with hers in a “questionable” mode as she waited to hear what he was to say to her. “Hanna, I apologise completely for the way I treated you. I was “bang out of order” I totally accept that. And I’m going to do my VERY best to shag you to the greatest level that I can, and try my hardest to satisfy you. As I did indeed with Laura.”
“Yes Darling,” I chirped in, “I have to admit you did do just that, your performance has been FAR higher than I expected! Perform with my daughter at the same level as you did with me and that will do just fine!”
After I had replaced the blindfolds over their eyes Hanna immediately initiated a long and passionate kiss, that almost matched the level displayed by me from beforehand. And then she told him, “I fully accept your apology, I do believe that Mum has taught you some, well overdue, decency! But like she said, you’re “not out of the woods” just yet, now you’ve been given your “lesson from Laura,” you are now about to be subject to…” pausing as she kissed him again, then continued,
“HUMILIATION AT THE HANDS OF HANNA!”
He was as good as his word, it did seem that I had succeeded in teaching him some humility, as he again gave EVERYTHING he had to please my daughter. They shagged each other a couple of times before Hanna herself bought matters to a close.
“Mum I think this has gone on long enough. Please untie us, yes both of us, and remove the blindfolds. I’ve something to say to both of you. Thank you Mum.” That last part of her speech occurred as I did indeed step forward and restored their sight by taking off the blindfolds, and then started untying the bonds that held them. “Well I can say that I’m completely satisfied,” Hanna continued, “and my self-belief in bed has been totally restored. I’m now confident again.” And then she looked him directly into his eyes. “Thank you for that, yes it might have been you that forced me to question myself, but you’ve put EVERYTHING you have into making me believe again, so thank you once more. And you’ve done that despite the fact that you are utterly in love with somebody else!”
I knew immediately that Hanna was referring to me, she’d tapped into the warmth between the young man and myself, but my head still wanted to be in denial. Turning to him I started, “You mean you came back here with me when you’re..”
“SHUT UP MUM!” Hanna cut straight across me. “He wasn’t in love with ANYBODY when he entered this house last night, the person he loves is in this very room right now.”
“You mean me?”
Yes she did! “Of course I mean you Mum, and YOU KNOW IT!”
“Oh, and what leads you to that conclusion, pray?”
“Well hearing “LAURA! LAURA! LAURRRRAAAAAA!” being screamed out at full volume was a bit of a giveaway, you should have checked your bedroom window isn’t open before indulging in full-blown sex!” she laughed. “But it was the dis-appointment on his face that he wasn’t carrying on with you when I took over. It WASN’T that he didn’t want to be with me, as I said he’s given his all to me, but that he wasn’t going to be with you! And you kept looking at him with warmth in your eyes. And I know you well enough to know when you are trying to avoid answering questions in your own mind.”
Now he entered the equation as he looked me straight in my eyes and said. “She’s right Darling. I know that I love you with all my heart Laura.” And that was the point when the battle raging inside of me was OVER, my head meekly surrendered, and my heart had triumphed. What I saw in his eyes was TRUE love for me and I now replied. “Yes, I truly believe you do, and yes, I do feel the same.”
“Right Mum, there’s NO way I’m going to stand in the way of your happiness. So, finish untying us, and I’ll bugger off leaving you two together.”
She was as good as her word, as he and I clung to each other, allowing the emotion of love to flow over the pair of us without needing any speech at all. We stayed together for hours just being with each other, both of us in a state of relaxed and complete contentment. There was some more sex between us that day, but now it was in the form of gentle love-making as opposed to the frantic raw sex that had taken place during the night. Just before he left to return home, I took his hand, looked him in the eyes and asked, “Did you mean it? About loving me with ALL your heart?”
“Laura Darling. I have NEVER meant ANYTHING more in my ENTIRE life!” And I just KNEW that was the second most honest and truthful statement he’d ever made in his life, just a few hours after he’d made the first.
Later that week he again found himself in my house but this time not in the bedroom. It was a few days after THAT memorable day, and we both knew that we just HAD to start addressing some of the questions that our relationship posed, not least the age difference. “Darling,” taking his hand “we both know that I’m MUCH older than you. You might fancy me now, as I’ve still much of my looks remaining but what about in twenty years’ time? Will you still fancy me then?”
“Laura, Sweetheart, what I feel for you are feelings I’ve NEVER felt before with ANY woman! Take tonight for example, how do think any of my previous “conquests” telling me that there will be no sex tonight would have been received? I’d have been STRAIGHT out of the door, no mistake. But, while yes I fancy you completely, there’s something ELSE present too! I just want to BE HERE with you, what I feel for you isn’t dependent of purely sex. If you need me I want to help you, I want to hold you, comfort you and support you, in ways I’ve NEVER felt before with anybody else. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you Laura, I’ll ALWAYS cherish your love without relying on sex. But you’re right to be cautious, I’m not suggesting that we visit the local Church or Registry Office straight away, let’s enjoy the company of each other and see where life takes us? With you I’m more interested in what I can GIVE as opposed to what I can TAKE.”
“I believe EVERY word you say, but how will you cope with the inevitable questioning from those who know you?”
“Laura, like I say I’m experiencing different feelings with you than before. I no longer care what the “lads” think, I’m going to listen to my HEART and not my ego now!”
“But what about your parents? Surely they matter, and I guess that they won’t be too amused that their son’s new girlfriend is almost the same age as them?”
“Fair enough Laura, they ARE a consideration, true enough. But at the end of the day what they REALLY want is for me to be truly happy, and when they see the effect that being with you has on me, they’ll soon come to realise that being with you makes me just that. We just may have to give them some time to accept you, but no matter what they think I WILL love you. And on your part, are you concerned about your family, how will THEY feel? Although we both know that Hanna is totally at ease with us being with each other.”
“Yes she is. And to be honest SHE is the only one whom I REALLY care how they think of us, and as you say, she not only accepts us but was the one who pushed us into enjoying our feelings for each other.”
“And I might be able to help her, to truly thank her for what she did for us. Is that Mini outside with the “L” plates hers?” It was. “Yes it is, but she’s struggling to afford driving lessons. And I never learnt how to drive myself, so I can’t teach her. But I see what you mean, I guess you can, you drive yourself obviously,” his car, that posh and expensive B.M.W. was also parked outside. “Oh would you? It would be a great help to her.”
“Of course Darling, yes that’s exactly what I meant. Get her to put me as a named driver on her insurance, I’ll pay for that although sometimes Insurance Companies put the price of premiums down by clients putting experienced drivers on a policy. Then I can drive her somewhere less busy to practise if she’s worried about the traffic levels around here.”
“Yes I’ve heard that. I’ll get her to do that tomorrow. Oh, thank you Darling!”
“It’ll be a pleasure Laura. Like I say we owe her BIG TIME! And when she passes her test, then maybe you’d like to learn how to drive.”
“Darling please. No sex for us tonight, I’m too tired and you have to get up early for work tomorrow. But, I REALLY fancy you, so what about the weekend?”
“Oh yeah Laura, you just TRY stopping me getting hold of you! And to be honest with you, at the moment Hanna has one “over us,” she and I have been tied together, but you and I haven’t! We can’t have that can we?”
“NO! WE DAMN WELL CAN’T!”
“Why don’t you come over to mine on Friday evening, I’ll come and get you. We can go for an Indian, there’s a great restaurant around the corner from my place.”
“Yes, Hanna said the food there was really good.”
“We can spend the night in my bed, and then if Hanna is available and willing, we can come back here where she can tie US together and to your bed. Do you think she’ll help us?”
“I’m sure she will.”
And Hanna was both willing and able to do just that. So having enjoyed a smashing Indian meal at the Raj Tandoori, it was round to his place, where we cemented our love in his bed, but not TOO strenuously as we both knew we had a long day ahead of us in Hanna’s hands and bondage! And having had a light breakfast at his home, it was back to my house for our “confinement” to begin!
Hanna had dressed herself for the occasion in a leather “dominatrix style” catsuit that she had borrowed, she made it IMMEDIATELY clear that SHE was in charge today. Ordering us to enter her my bedroom, her next command was that that we undress each other, one item of clothing at a time until we were both completely naked. Not that we would stay in that state for long, once again Hanna had decided that both of us would be dressed in the “clothes of sex,” the pair of us were to become suspender clad, with him again being placed in the stockings and suspenders that he had “inherited” from Hanna herself! And naturally, I was to place his legs in nylon while he was directed to do the same to me!
Once we had “dressed” each other, Hanna tied his arms together behind his back and ordered him to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall. As he obeyed she led me to the lower bed frame and tied my wrists to the outer posts, facing the bed. So, I had the perfect view as Hanna summoned him over, untied his wrists and commanded him to take the all too familiar position, lying on my bed with his arms and legs in a spread-eagled form. She then skilfully tied all four of his limbs to the bed-posts, once again he was tied to my bed and would be going NOWHERE until others decided otherwise. But this time neither would I be able to escape from the bed!
For just before untying me from the lower bed frame, Hanna covered my eyes with a blindfold. Now I could see NOTHING. Although he could, Hanna had placed a blindfold on his head, but didn’t cover his eyes just yet. Obviously she was going to at some stage but she wanted him to give me a “running commentary” as we were to be tied together. Having released the me, still blinded, my daughter guided me to the bed, and on top of his already bound body. And so he obeyed his order from Hanna, and described just how Hanna secured my limbs to his. Starting with our legs, soon the loops around my ankles were tied around his. Then, as I had done to her, Hanna undid my front suspenders from my stockings, fastening them to his and vice versa.
Now Hanna turned her attentions to our upper body. Starting on my left hand side, she’d looped a tie completely securely to his right wrist, then tied it to my left. Using the remaining tie, she soon had our respective hands bound together, fingers interlocked. Then, as there was still some tie left she tied that back around the bed-post. Now THAT’S what I called bondage, there was absolutely NO WAY that he or I could escape from my daughter’s handiwork, and ALL three of us knew it. Minutes afterwards Hanna had bound our other arms in exactly the same manner. He and I were captured, with NO possibility of escape whatsoever, we totally and utterly belonged to the bed and to our captor, Hanna.
Who, now we were helpless in her hands, lifted her my blindfold, as she had something to say to us, and wanted us to look at her while she spoke. But the young man and I made her wait as we frantically started kissing each other, but she was patient and allowed us some time with our lips together! When we finally finished we turned our heads towards our leather clad “Mistress.”
“I’m pleased to see that you two can, eventually, spare me some of your time! But listen to me now and listen good! I am the Mistress NOW, I RULE this bedroom and ALL within it! Today Laura,” notice how she addressed me by my name and NOT my title, “I AM YOUR MISTRESS and NOT your daughter! Both of you will OBEY MY EVERY COMMAND, and give me EXACTLY what I WANT from you, or you will NEVER be freed from that bed or each other! So what is it that I want from you? Simple answer, SEX! SEX! and more SEX! I want to see spunk being pumped, I want to hear Laura’s name being screamed again, from now until I decide otherwise you have one, and ONE ONLY, purpose in your lives, to provide me with the sight of you engaging in NOTHING else other than COLD, HARD, RAW SEX! I’m going to keep you at it again and again and again, keeping you shagging each other senseless until you’ve NOTHING left and you’ve given ALL you can! Remember you are both utterly in MY hands, totally in MY power and completely under MY control! Don’t forget it! Your hearts already belong to each other, I want to see your bodies do the same!”
Now Hanna plunged both he and myself into absolute darkness as she placed both of our blindfolds into position over our eyes, as we started frantically kissing, meanwhile by moving her mid-rift I guided his penis into my soaking wet vagina, and we obeyed as Hanna shouted “Right GET SHAGGING! For this is all…” pausing for a second or two, then continuing,
“FOR THE LOVE OF LAURA!”
Let the games begin!