And so, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the second part of how Laura gives a certain young man a lesson in life. After he'd hurt her daughter. Please bear in mind this had been written so it could be read alone, even if it would be better to read 'chapter 1' first. So, this story does contain a short recap of the earlier tale.
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HUMILIATION AT THE HANDS OF HANNA!
I could hear, but not see as I was still blindfolded, the key turning in the door lock as Laura finally left me alone to sleep after hours of tormenting me, but also exciting me tremendously at the same time, with an utterly mind-blowing sex session, which had now gone long beyond the point of enjoyment and into the realms of exhaustion. I was therefore 'locked by in Laura,' within her bedroom of the house she owned and lived in. In reality Laura had locked the door totally un-necessarily, she'd done it purely symbolically, leaving me in no doubt that I was still firmly in her hands and power, and that she hadn't finished with me yet. Because at the beginning of said session she had tied my wrists and ankles in totally secure spread-eagled bondage to the solid bed-frame of her bed; a position I was still subject to. Although just before she had left, she had untied each limb one by one, exercising them singly before returning them to bondage to her bed posts, also emptying my bladder using a hospital bottle that she'd bought home from her work at a nursing home. Not only that, apart from the aforementioned blindfold she had also dressed my legs in what she described as, 'the clothes of sex.' In other words, stockings and suspenders. Which didn't actually belong to Laura herself, but instead to her daughter, Hanna.
You see it was Laura's perceived mistreatment of her daughter by me that had led to my current predicament. A few weeks earlier I had met Hanna at my local 'pulling venue,' a large pub in the centre of town, complete with a disco. We'd chatted and dated a couple of times before going back to my place for sex. Which had been very dis-appointing, despite Hanna looking great in the very lingerie items now fitted to my body, and me having made her pace up and down wearing them, hence Laura's determination to put them onto my legs. And because the lads weren't jealous of my relationship with her, and I simply couldn't be bothered to guide and teach her in bed as I could and should have done, I'd just dumped her, although I did have the decency to, at least, tell her to her face, instead of cowardly doing it by phone.
Nevertheless, when Hanna had pointed me out to her mother, Laura, deciding that she did fancy me, had come up with her plan to ensnare me and make me her sex slave, partially as a punishment for what I'd done to Hanna, in addition to having some sexual pleasure using my bound body for herself. So, she'd attended the Railwayman's Arms herself 'dressed to kill,' in a beautiful leather suit with her legs within very sheer nylon, making her interest in me completely clear. And my rampant ego never questioned as to why a woman, unknown to and considerably older than myself would seek me out so specifically. Of course, said ego just simply believed that she was unable to resist my charms. When I approached her, she pulled me to the dance floor, a smoochy number was being played at the time, and whispered into my ear that she wanted to take me back to her place, tie me to her bed and shag me all night! Again, my ego should have but didn't ask itself, why?
Once back in her bedroom, after Laura had tied my arms to her bed, securely and inescapably, now was the point in time when she revealed that she was, in fact, Hanna's mother! And promised that the sex I'd bragged to the lads that I'd be getting when I had left the pub with Laura was indeed going to happen, after putting me into Hanna's lingerie, an action that I was powerless to resist. But that sex would be entirely to her tune, she informed me that she was going to, as she put it, "keep me at it" again and again, in fact to the point when I could take NO more and begged her to stop. Which, as part of my punishment for abusing Hanna, would be a plea that she had stated that she would completely ignore.
And that is precisely what occurred that night. At first the sex was utterly enjoyable, despite being nearly twice my age, Laura was highly skilled in the "pleasures of the flesh," she used that skill brilliantly, so the sex was, as I said earlier, mind-blowing! Obviously, she was putting in all this effort for HER benefit, to satisfy HER sexual desires and not mine, but I still thoroughly enjoyed the experience. But, of course, exhaustion did start to creep into the equation, Laura in fact stopped shagging me herself, just wanking me off as her strength began to become tested, meaning she could rest whereas I could not, she was still putting me through it. I realised that I was going to have to beg her, clearly her intention from the very start, knowing by now that she wasn't even going to entertain the idea of stopping until I did so.
