Catherine and I were sitting on the sofa binging the latest season of some series I had been following. Normally she had her shows and I had mine but lately she had been asking what I was doing and if she could join me. Also she had been extra nice lately, making my lunch and preparing some of my favorite meals for dinner. All of this was making me nervous because it was usually a precursor to some type of renovation or bright idea she had. Not that I really cared, she had the money to do whatever she wanted but she kept thinking she needed my permission and the bigger the work up the bigger the ask. I just let her do her thing and acted suitably grumpy but eventually supportive when she finally came out and told me. It also led to some great sex after so that was the motivation to my method acting.
"Tim, do you remember last week when Kim saw us then we talked about it?" she asked in a soft voice.
"Yeah. That could have been bad, but I'm glad that you two talked it out and she seems alright with everything." I replied, idly running my fingers along her upper arm while she was snuggled up against me.
"Well, after you left for work we talked some more and she want's to try it out. Try some of the things we do, find out what it feels like."
"Good for her, glad that she is open minded enough to try it. You did a good job with her." I replied, turning to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "Did you give her some ideas where to look? Chat rooms, websites, maybe we could take her to a club."
Catherine squirmed a bit, "Well, the thing is we both want her to try this with someone she knows and trusts first. Not some stranger in a club wearing a mask or that awkward 'feeling out' stage with her next partner." She paused the looked up at me while patting my chest with her hand. "We think you should be the one."
"What the fuck!" I blurted, jerking back in surprise. Well, maybe not total surprise because there had been the signs but having Catherine ask me to teach her daughter the literal ropes was still a bit much for me to take in.
"Baby, please. I know it sounds weird but, well there are a lot of dangerous and just creepy people out there. I don't want her trying this out on her own and getting hurt, or worse." Catherine continued quickly. "She trusts you, and so do I."
"That's not the point. We are together and have a pretty good thing going here, I don't want to mess it up by, well with this. This isn't some bad plot porno where the director yells 'cut' and we all walk off of the set. This is our life, and I don't want to take any chances with it."
I know what you are thinking, 'What the fuck are you doing! She is asking you to tie up and probably fuck her daughter!' Well, Catherine has a shit ton of baggage that we have been slowly unpacking. The last thing I want to do is screw things up by making her jealous of her own daughter and I.
I had pulled my arm from around her shoulders as she pushed herself back on the sofa. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and I could see tears glinting at the corner while she bit at her lip. "You don't see it do you, you don't see how perfect you are." She said with a tight voice. "You are trying to talk me out of this when any other man would be jumping at the chance. That is why we both trust you to do the right thing."
Fuck. If I refused and anything happened to Kate, Catherine would never forgive me. She already blamed herself for everything that Kate had gone through with that asshole ex of hers. She was determined that her daughter would not have the life of abuse that she had experienced.
"Alright, I'll do it. No. We will do it, together. Understand?" I said with a sigh and she squealed with glee and threw herself at me wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on my lips. I pushed her off, holding her hands while making firm eye contact.
"Cath, we will need to agree on some safe words and boundaries." I told her.
"Of course, I already told Kate about these. We can discuss it when she comes over."
"No, not for her, for you." I continued. "I need to be sure that you are alright with what we, what I will be doing. I don't want Kate to think you are protecting her but I also don't want to cross any lines between us, understand?"
For the next half hour we discussed exactly what we would do, and if the boundaries got pushed what the signal to pull back would be. Catherine was excited, almost creepily so. She had struggled to be a good mother to her daughter which was hard given how controlling and abusive her husband had been. Now she saw a chance to pass on some womanly wisdom to her child, even if it involved cuffs and gags instead of makeup and girl talk.
It was Friday evening when the doorbell rang and Catherine rushed to open it. I swirled the ice in my drink as she led Kate into the living room. They were both acting like nervous teenagers on their first double date while I was trying to keep my face stern and the anticipation out of my voice. Sure, I was scared as shit about how this might go wrong a dozen different ways, but until then I was going to be living a fantasy straight out of Penthouse Forum. Both of them were wearing their workout clothes, I had insisted that this first session be focused on the bondage and they dress for comfort and flexibility.
Catherine had on her black leggings and a loose crop top sweatshirt that hung off of one shoulder. Her large mature breasts pushed against the draping fabric giving me a glimpse of the deep cleavage created by the constricting material of her sports bra. Kate on the other hand had on some rose-pink booty shorts and a matching sports bra with multiple narrow straps that crisscrossed her back. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she had on muted but clearly present makeup with gloss shining on her lips. She looked like someone ready to make an Instagram workout video. If this is what she wore to the gym then there must be a lot of people there cursing at their spotters.
"Take a seat." I told them, waving to the sofa. They sat, awkwardly trying to figure out whether to sit together or apart, cross their legs or keep them together and where to put their hands. I almost laughed at how difficult they were making something that was so natural. Finally they settled in, beside but not touching each other with their feet flat on the floor and hands on their knees.
"Kate, you asked for this and your mother convinced me to agree but I want to make sure you understand what you are getting into."
She nodded. "I want to try out the BDSM lifestyle, and the best way to do it is with someone you know and trust. That person is you."
I leaned forward resting my forearms on my knees as I set my glass on the coffee table. "I'm glad that you trust me with this, now let's go over some of the rules." For the next few minutes we discussed things like safe words, settling on the basic 'Red/Yellow/Green' and that Catherine would demonstrate everything before Kate tried it. She was nervous, but eager and admitted to having watched a lot of videos over the previous week.
We started simple, using leather cuffs to bind their wrists first in front then behind them. Kate laughed nervously when I fastened the cuffs together, tugging at her bonds causing the metal links to rattle.
"Are you alright?" I asked and she nodded in reply. "Good, remember if you want things to slow down or need some time just say Yellow."
"I remember. Green." She replied.
"Good girl." I told her as I patted her on the shoulder. I felt a small shiver in response and filed it away for later. We went through some of the more simple bondage positions until I had them both lying on the floor in a hogtie. Kate was a smaller version of her mother. She didn't have the mature bust or hips that gave Catherine that curvy MILF figure but she was far from lean and skinny. Her tits were a C cup to her mom's double D's and her ass reflected the firm sexiness of youthful energy where Catherine fought for every inch off her hips. Both of them had smooth tanned skin and adorable round faces, Kate was cherubic while her mother was the sculpted elegance of a renaissance painting.
