I don't turn on any lights when I get in the house, even turn off the hallway light which is always on. I want it dark and all I want to hear is the rain. I'm tempted to unplug the refrigerator because at the moment it's faint hum is irritating. I don't want any artificial sounds.
Going into the living room to the recliner, I turn it away from the TV and face it towards the main window. Opening the drapes I sit and stare at the night and whatever few lights are on around the neighborhood through the filter of rain drops dripping down the glass.
I don't know how long I sit there, a few seconds or maybe a few hours. The silence isn't piercing enough for me. It's the damn refrigerator. I never noticed how loud it was before.
Conflicting images of Mrs. Adleson working her pussy until she cums all over her perfect body keeps going through my mind along with older memories of her letting me help weed her flowers and sipping lemonade with her and her husband when I was younger keep flipping through my mind. I feel like a lowlife, but the luckiest one that's ever lived.
This is going to be the longest night of my life. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I focus on the porch light across the street until it merges with my memories...then blackness.
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I jump when I realize I've fallen to sleep. How long have I been out? It takes a minute for my eyes to focus on the clock in the dim light. I was out for about an hour and a half. I'm surprised, didn't think I would sleep at all tonight.
I try to get up and realize I can't move. I'm tied to the chair. Fully awake now, heart racing, I'm wrapped in nylon cord...Holy Shit, I'm completely naked. I couldn't have done this myself. Someone has been in my house, maybe they still are. I start thrashing to no avail.
Wait a minute. What's that...that fragrance? It smells like perfume, her perfume.
"Mrs. Adleson?" I say into the darkness.
The only sounds I can hear is the steady rain on the roof, the squeak of the leather against my bare skin, the wind through the trees muffled by the walls and...breathing...from across the room, on the couch.
Looking in front of me a form manifests from the darkness as my eyes focus, sitting on the couch, a silhouette. I can't see her face, just a still outline. "Mrs. Adleson?"
Moments that stretch into an eternity pass and then...
"You've disappointed me Sebastian," her voice is cold and calculating with a husky tone. She sounds like a different person but it's her. This is so out of character for her, but nothing today has made any sense.
Lightning flashes filling the room with pale white. For a brief moment I see her clearly. Sitting on the couch, she's wearing a dark raincoat and a matching leather hat. Her black hair hangs down across the buttons on her chest.
"You used to be such a good, well behaved boy. You need to learn your manners again."
"What?" I say, almost panicking.
"First I catch you staring at my breast then you show me your penis..."
"I didn't mean for that to happen," barely speaking to her dark form.
"Shut up, then you watch me during a very private moment. You saw how I relieve stress. That's something my husband hasn't even been allowed to see," Her eyes, burning me.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be coy. I know you watched me. I saw you in the window and what you left behind for me."
Oh gawd. She must be talking about my cum on her window. Why the hell didn't I clean it off? Wait a minute...she saw me?
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been out of control today," I say with my head down. The lightning flashes again, reminding me of my nakedness.
"Why am I naked Mrs. Adleson?" I ask, not feeling worthy to speak?
"Does it make you uncomfortable Sebastian? Whatever would you do if your parents found out, if they could see you now?" she says darkly.
The thought, fills me with dread.
"Hmmmm...that frightens you? Don't worry, I admire your parents too much to burden them with what a deviant you've become. You have something much bigger to worry about," she informs me.
"Are you going to call the police?" I ask, paranoid.
"You're truly afraid are you not Sebastian? If you were thinking clearly you would realize I would get in a lot more trouble at this point. No, we're not involving the police. This will be our little secret. I'm going to punish you myself. I'm going to find the well behaved boy I remember so fondly and if I don't I'll make a new man from you. Either way, you will obey."
"What happened to the friendly, proper Mrs. Adleson I remember growing up? I've never even seen a hint of this side of you." I say rather boldly.
"You don't deserve her anymore. You will work hard if you want her back," she says with no doubt.
"What do you mean?"
"Depending on how you do tonight will determine which Mrs. Alsleson you will be dealing with in the future."
"How many of you are there?" I ask un-assuredly.
"There are only two you have to worry about at the moment."
"And which two are those?"
"The one you've always known and the one you've never met."
"What's she like," I say with dread and morbid curiosity.
"Let's introduce you," her expression haunting me.
She gets up from the couch and walks towards me, turning the lamp on beside me. Standing a few feet away she stands, looking me over.
"A proper introduction requires enough light to see don't you think Sebastian? Don't bother answering. I'll tell you when you can talk. You have really grown up haven't you? Just look at you. Quite different than when we met."
"Mrs. Adleson. I'm really uncomfortable with..."
"I told you not to talk. One more outburst and I'm using this," she says holding up a ball with straps that she produces from the pocket of her trench coat.
"Is that a gag?" I say confused.
"Ooo...don't say I didn't warn you," walking behind me, she places it in my mouth and fastens it securely.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, but you broke the rules and let's face it, I warned you. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was commenting on how you've grown up so much. I must admit, I've noticed over the years how you filled out, and you've noticed me as well haven't you? Staring at my tits, making you hard for me."
OMG...I can't believe she's talking like this. She has me tied up, gagged, naked, and talking about my cock.
"Let's see if you have any control over it now," she says with a satisfied look.
She turns around slowly, modeling her coat for me. Facing me she unbuttons the first button, then the next until they're all done. Holding it together in the front, she let's just her cleavage show, torturing me.
"What do you think about this Sebastian? Oh yes, you can't answer. Her eyes scan down my body and stop at my crotch. Bending down she says "What do you think about this Sebastian's cock?
"Hmmm...not much of a response. I'll ask again," she stands straight and let's the coat fall and taking off the hat.
All she's wearing is a tiny bra barely big enough to cover her nipples, a black thong, and heeled boots. Damn, her body looks good. She is in great shape and has taken such good care of her skin. She's stunning.
"Do you like what you see?" bending down and asking my dick again.
I can feel her warm breath on it and even though I'm nervous I feel it stir. I'm getting hard.
"I think I'm getting a response. You like this don't you, you dirty boy?" she says mockingly.
This is insane. I can't believe any of this is happening. Getting her face even closer to my cock she blows on it. She's killing me.
"Ahh, now it's growing. You are a naughty boy," she says looking it over.
I want to move my hands but they are secured to the armrests.
"How are you feeling?," as she sits on the couch across from me. Straightening her back, she runs her hands from behind her neck and slowly glides them down her body. Her breasts sway as they pass over them.
"Have you ever wondered what my skin feels like Sebastian? It's smooth as silk. I enjoy touching it...touching myself," as she continues caressing her goddess-like body.
