Veronicas hidden desire
By Mr. Friendly
"Shut the door," Cleo whispered to her one-year-younger sister as they sneaked into their mother's bedroom. They had both learned that it's better to take than to ask when it comes to borrowing party money.
Alexia bent over to reach the lower drawer where their mother Veronica usually hides her purse. "Find anything?" Cleo asked while parking her round apple ass on the bed.
"Jackpot!" Said Alexia and waved four, fifty-dollar bills in the air. Her long and brown honey-colored hair swung by the breeze.
"Found anything interesting yourself?" Alexia asked Cleo, who had opened up her mother's laptop.
"OMG. What the fuck is this!?" Cleo burst out.
"Not so loud! What is it?" Alexia asked and went over to her sister curiously.
"Just look," Cleo said and turned the laptop towards Alexia.
On the screen, she saw a naked woman bound up and ravaged by a horde of men. That treated her like some cheap and disposable sex toy.
"Wait, what is this?" Alexia asked, trying to wrap her head around what she saw.
"This laptop is full of BDSM comics and stories," Cleo told her sister.
"What, why would mom be reading this?" Alexia was as confused as her sister.
"I don't know. Does she want to do this? Or have this done to her?" Cleo rambled.
"Oh, sick!... What if she wants to do it to us?" Alexia exclaimed. "No, she wouldn't, right?" She continued.
"I didn't think she was into this either, so clearly I don't know her very well," Cleo said and slapped the laptop shut. Even though they all felt like family, both Cleo and Alexia weren't actual sisters, instead both had been adopted by their new mother at a very young age.
The sisters put everything back in order and hurried out of the room. They swiftly made their way into Cleo's room and dropped down on her bed.
With their eyes towards the ceiling, they pondered over what they had witnessed. After a while, Alexia turned over. "I wonder whom she would choose if she got to pick between one of us."
"Really? Me, of course, I mostly think about being dominated like that. I wonder what it would feel like?" Cleo responded.
"What do you mean by, of course? What makes you the better choice?" Alexia said, feeling a little upset.
"That was not even... Ah, never mind. I am clearly the first choice. Just look at my firm rump or my big juicy tits. If they weren't made to be played with, then I don't know what." Cleo made her points with some sexy poses. Alexia had always been jealous of her twenty-one-year-old sister's well-developed body. However, they had both been blessed with the same good looks as their adoptive mother's good looks.
"Oh yeah! Not everyone goes for the girl with the biggest breasts." Alexia argued.
"Maybe, but your boyfriend Daren sure enjoyed an upgrade," Cleo taunted with a snarky tone and from there, the argument raged on, until it finally landed on this. "Okay then, fine, let's ask mom!"
Outside on the sunny deck, their well-shaped mother was basting in the blazing sun and enjoying her secret desire.
"Mm yes. Heat me, scourge me with your flames. Burn me! I'm in your power." She cried out in her head while enjoying the smell from the olive oil that she had smeared all over her skin. To switch it out with her sun lotion was one of many things that helped her to come closer to her fantasy. Every day her desire grew stronger, and she had tried making her husband satisfy her lust, but she hadn't gotten her needs met for months. With his long work hours, he always kept them in high fortune. However, she felt neglected.
"Mom!" Well, at least she wasn't forgotten by everyone, she thought and got up from her sunbed and entered the kitchen. Inside were her two daughters, and they were giving each other the evil eye.
"What now?" She asked. It was always something with these two. Except for robbing her of money, they hardly ever got along in the house.
"Mom Alexia has something she wants to ask you." Said Cleo and pushed her sister forward. Realizing this may have been a bad idea, Alexia began backing down.
"No, I don't. You say it, Cleo!"
"Not so chatty anymore, are we?" Cleo responded teasingly.
With that, Veronica's patience was over.
"For fuck' sake girls, what! What is the problem?" Suddenly they began looking shy. This was an appearance they had never shown Veronica before, and it made her worry about what had happened?
"Yeah, well. Mom, we were, you know. Just looking through your clothes in your room for some style opinions." Cleo said gently.
"Oh yeah, sure. You always come to your mother for fashion advice." Veronica said sarcastically back, and Cleo responded to that with a grin.
"Anyhow. We accidentally saw your laptop on your bed, and I thought I might do a fast web search aaand."
"Shit, oh shit," Veronica screamed out in her head. "Did I close the folder? Did they see it? What are they thinking? Crap, crap."
"This is rather silly, buuut." Then Cleo was cut off by Alexia, who was tired of waiting.
"Who of us, do you think, would be the best sex toy, sex slave or whatever you call it?"
Veronica needed to double-check in her mind with what she just heard and when that didn't help, she asked. "Wait, what?"
"Told you it was silly." Cleo snarkily said.
"I know, but one thing led to another, and we got into an argument about who would be the best toy." Said Alexia, who quickly had taken a liking to calling herself a toy. She had begun to understand why her mother found the comics so interesting.
"I think the bigger question is why you are even looking at those things in the first place. Should we call a psychologist?" Cleo then spoke out.
"Oh girls, girls, firstly I would never even dream of putting you in harm's way," Veronica said, but if she were to fantasize, it would be Cleo. She was the meatiest and snarkiest. So she would be a great plaything and with her strapped up, she could finally get some silence around the house. It was a win-win situation, but she would never say that.
"If anyone here is to be put in binds and put under someone else's will, it should be me. I mean, come on, why do you think I read those comics?" Both girls gave each other a look. "Of course, I would never act on any of it. It's just that those stories can be very captivating. To be all tied up in the mercy of a devious master who is ready to use you for his wildest desires. Having your life in the hand of this menace, not knowing if he will keep you for endless pleasure or inflict cruel punishments upon you."
"Whoa, mom," Cleo called out.
"I mean come on girls. Why do you think I have bought so many types of ropes, calms, and tools we never use? I just like to imagine the possibility of it happening. However, I would never actually just leave you all and go with some stranger." Veronica continued, and the girls now thought back and saw their house in a brand-new way.
All stood silent for a minute until Alexia opened her mouth. "Maybe you should. No, I don't mean put yourself in the mercy of a stranger, but why not ask dad for some role-playing?"
Veronica smiled. "Oh sweety, actually I tried, but he didn't quite seem to understand what I was going for and there's never really any time when he isn't tired from work or at work." When she then saw her daughters' sympathizing eyes, she added. "Don't worry about me, girls, I am fine. I know how to take care of myself... And I promise I will try and talk with your dad some more when he gets home tonight. Besides, I can entertain myself." She said and glanced at some ropes at the counter, where one of them resembles a noose.
"So, maybe that is why I have dreams of tieing you up and putting you on a train track whenever you nag about something." Cleo said and giggled.
"You do?" Veronica gulped as she felt hit with arousal.
"Oh, mom, did you just get excited by that?" Alexia asked.
"What, no!" Veronica protested.
Alexia took her sister to the side for some private talk. "Sis, we really need to help mom."
"Yeah, she needs help, but what can we do about it?" Cleo said in agreement.
Alexia got that sneaky expression and said. "I was thinking we could do a little role-playing with her."
"No way. That's so weird." Cleo objected.
"Come on! She needs this, or she might do something stupid. I mean, she is already trying to hang herself." Before Cleo could protest more, Alexia added. "Besides, you owe me!"
"Ah fine!" Cleo exclaimed. "You are getting off on this too, aren't you?" She muttered as they walked up to their mother, who was wondering what her daughters were whispering about while taking another sip from her wine glass.
"So mom, Cleo, and I were thinking. Dad won't be home for a while..." Alexia said before Veronica interrupts.
"No, girls, it's nice that you care, but we can't do this."
Then Cleo, who was surprisingly strong, took a hard grip around Veronica's arms and bent her over the counter. "I think you know that the submissive toy like you have no saying in her fate."
Then she looked at her sister. "If we are going to do this, we might as well do it right. Get me some ropes."
Alexia took four long black ropes out from a box and inside. She even found instructions on how to use them. Cleo took a rope and wrapped it tightly around Veronica's wrist, who felt the rope sinking into her skin.
"There we go. Nice and tight. Don't struggle too much now, or they might leave a mark." Cleo said, and gave Veronica a hard, searing slap to her ass.
Alexia finished up tying Veronica's ankles and then they both helped to lift her up on the counter. There she was with her ass in the air and most of her weight balanced on her jiggly tits.
