Laura stood against the wall, wearing only panties. The chains made sure she stood there. The 10-inch vibrator humming in her pussy and the C-clamps on her nipples kept her aroused. She'd been Barbara's sex slave for most of the summer. Long enough to appreciate everything Barbara had done to her. She'd even lost twelve pounds. As she watched Barbara watch television, she thought about how her life had turned out.
Barbara's mother had died in a car accident when she was nine. After the shock of the death wore down, her dad, Patrick, raised her as best he could. She had settled into a pretty good relationship with him when he started dating Laura. Barbara was opposed to the idea of her father dating. Laura made an effort to be very nice to Barbara, and after a while Barbara started confiding in Laura and asking her opinion. Patrick married Laura when Barbara was fourteen. Life with Patrick and Barbara was pretty good those few years. Barbara was seventeen and a few months from going off to college when Patrick was killed during a botched robbery at a gas station.
Laura reacted by withdrawing, while Barbara whined and bitched. Laura winced at the memory. Both of them acted relieved when Barbara went off to college. College was challenging and exciting for Barbara and helped her to get through her mourning. Laura had the house to herself. The shock of Patrick's death hit her with full force, and she spent weeks mourning and weeping.
Barbara didn't call her stepmother the first semester. She went home with a friend during the Christmas holidays. It was a month before spring break when she called home. They were both cool on the phone, but Barbara agreed to come home over spring break for a visit. The visit went pretty well. Both Laura and Barbara made an effort to improve the relationship, and when Barbara left, Laura was happier.
Barbara came back to spend the summer, and Laura's relationship with her improved. Barbara came home to visit regularly. The relationship was mending pretty well until Laura met John in the fall of Barbara's junior year. Barbara met John over the Christmas holidays. John and Laura were happy together, but Barbara was uneasy. When she returned home to spend the summer, she found out John stayed over on the weekends with Laura.
Barbara dragged herself out of bed, made herself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the breakfast table. She hadn't slept very well. John and Laura had sex all night. Barbara could hear the moans and grunts through the wall. She sipped on her coffee and wondered how she would endure the entire summer with them. She was finishing her coffee when Laura and John came into the kitchen. Laura made a cup of coffee for John and herself, and they sat down.
"Morning, Barbara." John grinned.
"Morning, John." Barbara tried to smile.
John put his arm around Laura. "We're driving up to the mountains today. Would you like to come along, Barbara?"
"No thanks. I already have plans."
"Ok, then. Maybe we can do something later."
John and Laura finished their coffee and left. Barbara went upstairs to get dressed, and heard John and Laura fucking again. Barbara was sitting in the living room reading when John and Laura came downstairs and left. Barbara watched television for a while. She got up and made herself lunch. While she was eating, she got the mischievous idea to look through her stepmother's room.
Barbara went upstairs and went in the room. It looked the same as the last time she'd been there. She opened the nightstand drawer, and found a couple of 10-inch vibrators and a dozen condoms. She smiled. At least they're having safe sex. She opened the closet door, and looked at through all of her stepmother's outfits. She found a few bedroom outfits and wondered if her stepmother had worn them for her dad. She pulled down some shoeboxes from the closet shelf. Most of them contained stockings or pantyhose, and she put them back. One box was a little heavy, so she was careful getting it down. The box was full of photographs. She put the box on the bed.
Barbara looked through the dresser drawers. She stopped when she got to the bras. There were several black, red, and purple Victoria's Secret satin bras. She picked one up and held it in her hands. She felt the satin with her fingers and saw the size tag, 38D. She could smile now about her B-cup breasts, but all of the conversations that she'd had with Laura as a teenager came flooding back into her mind. She smiled as she remembered how concerned she was that her breasts weren't growing. She remembered how Laura comforted and reassured her.
Barbara found two pairs of handcuffs, clothespins, mousetraps, some ties and some lengths of rope in the back of a bottom dresser drawer. She looked back at the brass headboard and footboard, grinned, and wondered whether Laura was the dominant or the submissive.
Barbara picked up the box of photographs and went to her room. The photographs on top were family pictures. She was still looking through the family pictures when John and Laura came home. She could hear them taking a shower. She was looking at the photos when she heard a knock on the door. She put the box in her closet and opened the door. Laura was dressed up.
"Barbara, we're going out for dinner. We'd like you to join us."
"Uh, I'd rather stay in."
"Barbara, please. I want you to join us."
"Ok Laura, let me get ready."
"Sure honey, we'll be waiting downstairs."
Barbara threw on a nice yellow dress and went downstairs. They went out to a nice restaurant and had a pretty good time. Barbara still felt uneasy around John, but she couldn't figure out why. He seemed to be nice enough and Laura was very happy with him. After dinner they returned home. Barbara changed into a long t-shirt. She heard John and Laura having sex. Barbara got a 10-inch vibrator from the nightstand drawer and thought about a hard cock as she masturbated herself to sleep.
Barbara woke up and remembered the box of pictures. She got it out, and spent the morning looking at family pictures. She put aside the ones she wanted to keep, and put the rest of the pictures back in the envelopes. It was almost lunchtime before she'd gotten near the bottom of the box. She picked up an envelope and opened it. She was shocked then laughed when she saw pictures of her dad and Laura naked. She picked up a picture of her dad and grinned. She found him and his cock to be quite attractive. Embarrassed, she put the picture to the side. She picked up a picture of Laura and stared. Her areolas were huge, and her nipples were almost as big as Barbara's little finger. Laura had neatly trimmed pussy hair. She put the picture to the side. She put the box of pictures away in the closet, and put the pictures she wanted to keep in her nightstand drawer.
John and Laura were eating when Barbara came downstairs. Barbara fixed herself a sandwich and joined them.
"Afternoon, Barbara." John smiled.
"Afternoon, John." Barbara smiled and ate.
John kissed Laura and left.
Barbara finished her sandwich and went back upstairs. She took a bath and trimmed her pussy hairs. She got the box of photographs and looked through the last couple of envelopes. She whistled as she looked through pictures of a young Laura working in a strip club. A devilish plan popped into her mind. She put the pictures aside, put the family pictures back in the box, and put the box in her closet. She got dressed, and went downstairs.
"Laura, I'm going shopping." Barbara called out as she left.
Barbara went to the mall. She bought three red and three white satin bras and panties at Victoria's Secret. She looked at some dresses, but didn't see anything she liked. Laura wasn't home when Barbara returned. She returned the box of pictures to Laura's closet, checked to make sure the bondage stuff was still in the dresser drawer, and returned to her room. She tried on one of the satin bras and panties, and was amazed at how nice they felt against her skin. She got dressed and worked on making her plan happen.
It took a couple of weeks to get everything together. John had already left for the week, and she'd have Laura to herself. She left one of the strip club pictures on the kitchen table, and went into the living room to watch television. It didn't take long.
Laura stormed out of the kitchen and stood in front of Barbara, hands on her hips. "Young lady, what were you doing looking through my pictures?"
Barbara calmly turned off the television. "I don't think you should use that tone of voice with me, Laura."
Laura's face reddened. "I'll yell at you any damn time I want to, Barbara! Give me back my pictures."
Barbara looked up at Laura. "I don't think so."
Laura stomped upstairs. Barbara turned the television on. After a while, Laura came back into the living room and Barbara calmly turned the television off. "I found some of the pictures in your dresser drawer. Where are the other pictures?"
"Laura, I put the negatives and a few of the pictures in a safe place. Give me the pictures; you won't be needing them anymore."
"And what if I don't?"
"How about I show a couple of pictures to John this Friday? I'm sure he'd love to see them."
Laura looked like she'd been punched in the gut. "You, you wouldn't dare do that to me."
Barbara reached up. "Give me the pictures, Laura."
Laura handed Barbara the pictures and slumped down on the sofa.
Barbara looked over at Laura. "Would you mind showing me some of your moves?"
Laura looked up. "What?"
"Show me some of your moves. Strip for me."
Laura buried her head in her hands. She couldn't believe this was happening. She stood up and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Barbara crossed her legs. "Get a dining room chair, bring it back here, and use it to perform a strip routine."
Laura got a dining room chair and brought it into the living room. Barbara put the television on a dance music channel. Laura closed her eyes and just stood there holding the back of the chair for a while before she started dancing. She danced to a couple of songs before she opened her eyes and removed her blouse. Barbara pulled out a digital camera and took pictures. Laura moved to the groove and took off her skirt. Her bra and panties came off and she danced naked. She danced until Barbara turned the television off.
Barbara clapped and handed Laura a 10-inch adjustable speed vibrator. "That was very good. Put this in, put your panties on, and sit down in the chair."
Laura turned away from Barbara, inserted the vibrator, put her panties on, and sat down. Barbara got up and tied Laura's wrists together behind the chair. She tied her ankles to the chair, then stood up.
Laura looked up and asked, "Why did you tie me up? What are you going to do to me?"
Barbara looked down at Laura. "I want your full attention. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." She pinched her nipple. "Yet."
Laura winced.
Barbara left and returned with the handcuffs and clothespins. "Would you mind explaining these, Laura?"
Laura looked at the floor. "Your father liked to tie me up and tease me. He would sometimes put the clothespins on my nipples after he tied or handcuffed me to the bed."
"Interesting. Are you submissive?"
Laura shifted in the chair. "Um, a little." She had long fanaticized about being sexually dominated. She never imagined her stepdaughter would be the dominant.
"Does John know you let Dad do these things to you?"
"No."
