Taught A Lesson By My Stepmother

TAUGHT A LESSON BY MY STEPMOTHER

I really thought my luck was in. Within my bedroom, my latest 'conquest' had just removed all of her outer clothing, including her skimpy satin panties, before climbing onto my large, and well, let's be honest luxurious, bed. On which I was lying, clad only in my boxer shorts. Oh, I was going to enjoy myself here, using her body for MY sexual gratification, before simply dumping her, like all the others before her. I was rich, well my father was, and an extremely good-looking lad, and truly believing the entire world revolved around me. Another thing I'd convinced myself of is that, as far as the opposite sex was concerned, I was the 'bee's knees,' as a whole host of previous successful 'liaisons' would testify to. However, today I was to receive my, much overdue it must be admitted, come-uppance.

I was suddenly aware of my female companion sitting upon my chest, pinning me down to my bed's satin surface. And, while she could not be described as overweight at all, I mean come on, as if I would date a fat, ugly 'bird,' her body still featured mass, restricting my movements substantially. So, when she grabbed both of my arms, beginning the process of binding my wrists together, I was largely powerless to stop her. And when she'd succeeded in this task, and believe me, within seconds I KNEW that this was a young woman who knew what she was doing, her bondage skills were utterly sublime meaning no escape was possible for me, she simply fastened the whole 'assembly' to the top tail of my upper bedframe, again in such a manner that suggested her bond was permanent, in the sense that it require someone other than myself to release me from my furniture now. Instead of her being my conquest, now I was held firmly in her hands. I was her, undoubted, prisoner!

All of this had taken place so quickly that I had been taken somewhat by surprise, by the time I had become aware of the gravity of the situation it was too late, I was this girl's captive, tied inescapably to my own bed. but she hadn't finished yet, not by a long chalk. Firstly, she silenced my protestations, which had started in earnest, by inserting a large ball-gag within my mouth. Which totally succeeded in her aim of shutting me up, before I'd been able to really voice my displeasure at how things had turned out.

To my utter dismay, her next action was to reach down and detach the clasps used by the suspenders of her belt, which was appropriately named after said action, before removing said belt and the nylon stockings from her own, shapely legs. All of sudden, again too late to prevent it, her intentions became crystal clear, they were destined to adorn my own pins. The ultimate ignominy! Bear in mind, she'd already relieved me of the aforementioned boxers!

Before I could interfere at all, although let's face it what could I do, she'd slipped the belt over my legs, into its required position around my waist. Before covering my left foot and ankle within the sheer nylon of one of her stockings, before looping said ankle with a silk bondage tie, tying it tightly, but not so tight as to place me in any danger. And to be frank, fully realising that resistance was, by now, futile, I made no attempt to stop her from doing the same thing to my other leg. Fully expecting her to now tie said legs to the posts of the lower bedframe.

But no. The upper bedframe fitted to my large bed featured solid post on either end. Taller than the rest of the frame itself, both posts had a large 'knob' on the top. With a thinner path just underneath, around which a tie could be, inescapably fitted. And that's exactly what my captor did, leaving my, now covered in very sheer nylon of course, leg slightly hanging in the air, my backside exposed fully, and my body totally secured to the upper bedframe!

With the captured me wondering just what she planned now, it was clear that she had no intention of shagging my form in the conventional sense, even if I was tied to my own bed. In fact, she had no intention of shagging me at all. After a quick stroke of my cock, which believe it or not was harder than it had ever been, she suddenly announced, "well ciao Sweetheart, things to do, people to see, you know how it is?" With me not having the slightest clue what she was on about, she suddenly raised her voice, shouting out, "he's ready for you now!" Suddenly the door to my bedroom opened, and filling the threshold stood Hannah, my VERY sexy stepmother.

"I can see that he is, a marvellous job you've done there." She exclaimed as my erstwhile captor started to dress herself again, not including those stockings and suspenders, which I was later to discover had been provided by Hannah herself. "Thank you for that, I really am most grateful. Nearly time for his lessons to begin." I remember thinking to myself, 'I am here you know,' feeling rather annoyed as they were both talking about me as if I wasn't, as the now fully clothed girl gave Hannah a loving cuddle. Still continuing to ignore me, they left the room completely, although to compound my utter humiliation I saw Hannah's hand take hold of the key to my door, and after the pair of them had passed through it and shut it, I heard her lock said door behind her. As if securely tying me to my own bed wasn't enough?

Correctly, I now guessed that Hannah was escorting my captor out of the house, how the hell did she know her in order to set this up? I remember that question echoing throughout my mind as the key turned in my bedroom door, and Hannah stepped back in. Before turning and locking the door again, with her on the inside this time. "Well, it's just you and me now." As she stood there, clad in a beautiful satin blue blouse and black leather skirt. Which was just long enough to conceal whether the sheer nylon adorning her long, and extremely shapely, legs was in the form of tights or stockings, although I had no doubt it would be in the form of the latter.

"I guess that you're asking yourself several questions right now? Like how did I set this up? And what I intend to do to you now? Um?" She waited for a moment; I suppose to allow her words to 'sink in' before continuing. "I must remember to properly thank young Lydia," so THAT was her name, "for playing her part in all this so well. In case you are wondering, she's the daughter of a good friend of mine, and was most willing to enable me to bring you 'down to earth,' as it were."

With that Hannah wriggled her form out of her skirt in the most provocative manner possible, confirming that she wore stockings upon her lovely legs. Her blouse swiftly followed, showing that all she wore now was female lingerie, but a really classy set. Those stockings were held up by a beautiful suspender belt, which together with the, very skimpy, panties covering her pussy, and the lovely bra surrounding her gorgeous tits, were manufactured from the finest satin. In short, she simply looked utterly divine, a total Goddess!

A Goddess that moved to be standing right by the bed, before lifting one of her nylon covered legs into the air, then proceeding to rub said limb across my chest. Christ, did it feel sensuous or what? A question that Hannah proceeded to ask herself, "does this feel-good Darling? I can see why you insist on your sexual conquests wearing these, they ARE so sensual!" She kept this up for some time, before finally relenting, withdrawing her leg, before sitting herself down on the bed, just behind my tied-up body.

"However, there is a serious point to all of this. Although I fully accept that I can never replace your birth mother," whose life cancer had claimed many years beforehand, "and believe me, I'm not trying to, I AM very fond of you, and I do love you." Well, tying me, or arranging to have me tied, to my own bed is a funny way of showing it, I thought to myself.

"Be that as it may, you need to change your attitude towards women. You're not a bad lad, and I'm certain there's no real malice in what you do, you don't set out to break hearts, and you're not completely evil, I can honestly say that. But, break hearts is what you do. Your attitude towards girls is simply that they exist for you to use to obtain what you want, without any regard for their feelings or desires, and that has to change. And today, under my tutoring it WILL, make NO mistake about that! You going to learn how it feels to be sexually used, how it feels to be on the receiving end of just how you currently behave."

With that my stepmother, and sexual captor, now temporary ceased, in order to start stroking my cock. Well, she claimed that I was here in order to learn a lesson in life, one thing I had already learned is how much being in bondage to a sexy woman turned me on. For said cock had NEVER been so hard before, and I was no stranger to sexual action, believe me! I might even enjoy this as Hannah really began to pump upon my cock, because I felt 'stirrings' down there as a direct result of her actions. She was a gorgeous woman after all and dressed VERY provocatively!

However, amongst the many lessons about my stepmother that I learned upon that day, is that she possessed the, almost uncanny, knack of sensing when her male sexual 'partner' was about to reach that delicious point of no return, when she fully anticipated that her male companion was about obtain sexual release. As she did here with me, I was rapidly approaching that wonderful point myself, under her guidance, which she fully recognised. And so, Ladies and Gentlemen, guess what she did next, there and then? Yes, that's right, she stopped! Quite deliberately!

Leaving me almost shaking with frustration within my bonds. Believe me, if I hadn't been gagged, I'd have vocally expressed my dis-pleasure, probably using language which could never have been published within a family magazine! But Hannah's ears were spared from such an oral assault, although the grimace upon my face must have conveyed my extreme anger. Her response? To smile, sweetly, at me.

"Oh, Darling, do you want to cum? Well, you can't, not until I allow it! Which won't be all the time you won't accept the truth of what I'm saying, but I can see that we're a long way from that point yet!" She smiled yet again, as mother nature began to allow me to come down from the almost high to which Hannah had taken me, and when said mother's process had continued to a certain extent, my stepmother started on me again.

With the same result. Just as I approached that delicious point, and this time I believed that she would mis-time things, but the bloody bitch didn't! NO! She ceased her actions, just in time, leaving me shaking once more with extreme frustration! Claiming, as she had, that she loved me? Well, at this moment of time, I wanted nothing more than to KILL her!

A feeling that continued about ten minutes later, when Hannah took me right to the brink, but quite deliberately of course, not beyond. Love me? I bloody well don't think so, or she was showing it in some strange manner! Realising that she wasn't getting anywhere just yet, she changed tack. "I can tell that you're in NO mood to accept what I am trying to point out, at present. So, I'll leave you to contemplate matters for now."

With that she arose, before leaving the room, leaving me still bound to my own bed. And locking the door to my bedroom for good measure! As if to emphasise, if such a reminder was necessary, that I was still her captive, not her mine!

Leaving me with just my thoughts, which were not pleasantly disposed in her direction at that precise time. As I began to indeed contemplate my present situation, I was tied in a rather uncomfortable manner to my own bed, completely at Hannah's mercy, of which commodity I seemed to be receiving very little of, and utterly within a state of imprisonment to my sexy stepmother.

After a while she came back into the room, looking even sexier, as if that was possible, by wearing an almost see-through negligee over her lingerie. But, whilst one could still see said items through the near translucent over-garment, it did leave a certain 'something' to the imagination! Which, to me anyway, can be SO sexy! However, that was not the only change, in her hand she held a mobile 'phone. Switched to photographic mode, although I had no knowledge of this fact just yet.

Mind you, that was a state of affairs that wouldn't carry on for long, as Hannah pointed the device towards my bed, and my body tied within such a comprising position to it. To my utter horror, she then snapped a few shots of this sight with her 'phone. One of them, at least, she sent onwards, to my complete consternation, naturally. To her husband, my father, as she now informed me.

'On her side, are you Dad' thought I was she told me. Only for her 'phone ring almost immediately, and with Hannah switching her device onto loudspeaker mode, I could hear it was indeed my father, on the other end. "I see that you've gone ahead with it, then Darling?" I heard his voice boom out, so he WAS aware of her schemes. "I'm sorry son, but your stepmother is right, your attitude towards women does need to change. Believe it or not, there's only a certain number of fish in the sea. And women DO talk to each other, and the reputation you're currently acquiring WILL proceed you, sooner or later. How do I know? Because I was the same way at your age, until your late mother was able to make me see the error of my ways. So, my advice is, listen to your stepmother, she has you best interests at heart, and is acting here with my FULL backing and support. So, listen to her! Bye now." With that he rang off and was gone.

At first, I was completely dismissive, dismayed by the apparent betrayal by dad, of all people? I mean he was normally so supportive of me. As was Hannah, this was not her natural behaviour, not by a long chalk. As she denied me an orgasm yet again, taking me right to the brink once more before deliberately stopping her delicious actions, the first inklings that the pair of them just might have a point after all, began to penetrate within my thoughts.

Mind you, they were just the first cracks in my resistance, as roughly ten minutes later, Hannah's dainty hand clamped itself around my rapidly hardening cock again, completing that process. And began to pump vigorously once more. But this time I almost accepted the ceasing of her actions, it was almost as if I realised the truth of her words, although it wasn't until the completion of yet another cycle before I finally broke.

At that point my stepmother showed that not only was she possessing great beauty, but there was also an intelligent and intuitive mind within that gorgeous head of hers, and it dawned upon her that she had succeeded in her primary aim of all this. She had taught me a lesson, and I had begun to see, at last, the error of my previous ways.

Her response? The next time she started her pumping actions upon my, by now throbbing, member, was not to stop. This time she continued her motions, until finally THAT point was finally reached, and my seed was rapidly emitted, high into the air. Boy, it felt SO good!

Now I began to believe her claims that she, in fact, love me. She had married dad about four years ago, much to my pleasure and, to be honest, joy. My birth mother had died, tragically, when I'd just celebrated my tenth birthday, although her condition, directly leading to her untimely demise, had rendered those celebrations somewhat muted. But Hannah had given him new life, put back the smile upon his face, and made him want to live, and love again. And, since meeting him, she had never betrayed him.

And she'd always treated me with the utmost respect and, let's face it, love. Including not demanded that I addressed her by any such title such as 'mother,' allowing me to refer to her by her name, Hannah. Never once attempting to act as my mother, fully recognising the memory of my real mum, as I say, never once trying to replace such memories. Becoming a friend rather than a parent. So, now, I could see that she had, in fact, been acting with my best interests at heart. And taught me, as well as to now respect my female companions, but also how much I enjoyed being subjected to sexual bondage!

Her first action after she sensed that I was beginning to learn my lesson, as it were, was to release my mouth from bondage, and to restore my ability to speak. "Oh Hannah, you're right I did treat women with dis-respect. I must ask you to believe that I never intended to cause real harm, I never set out to deliberately hurt, but I now accept that my actions did so. I see that now." And, at the memory of the way I had treated one of former girlfriends, did bring tears to my eyes.

Which this astute woman, naturally, noticed. "What's that old biblical expression? Oh yes, a sinner that repenteth. Well, I can see that you've grasped the significance of all of this, you've fully realised that I'm not trying to punish you here, just point you the right direction. And it's not too late to change your ways. Come on, chin up! Are these tears because of Stephanie?"

"Yes, Hannah. I'll willingly admit I treated her abysmally. All because of my ego."

"Well, all is not lost there. Another girl whose mother is a good friend; indeed, it's through them that I became aware of your activities. And she's willing to forgive and forget. Mind you that offer comes with certain, how shall put it, conditions." Now Hannah looked at me, with a dirty, almost mischievous, smile upon her gorgeous face.

"And they are?" A smile upon my own face now, a had a good feeling now, the these 'conditions' would be acceptable now, if not a few hours ago.

"That you remain in bondage to this bed, even if a more conventional form, and don't worry she'll be here soon; now that we've reached this agreement, I'll shortly be ringing her. And she also insists that your legs remain within the utterly delicious material that they are now."

"Agreed! A few hours ago, before you arranged all of this, I've NEVER consented to the wearing of nylon stockings, they are female items of clothing after all. But not now, no I have a taste of just how fantastic they feel. And the same could be said for bondage."

"Good. This has gone better than I thought, as well as learning a lesson in life, you've also enjoyed new experiences. You see, I do love you, and I've got this feeling that now, you're learnt to love me again too."

"Yes Hannah, I DO! I can now see why you've done all of this. And I DO thank you!"

"That's perfectly alright. Right, let's get you more comfortable, after I've made a certain 'phone call!" She actually left the room, shutting the door, but not locking it, so I didn't hear any of her conversation with, who I presumed was Stephanie, although in fact it was her mother, before coming back into my room, her already beautiful face beaming brightly with pleasure.

"Well Darling, it's all arranged. Steph and her mum will be here soon. So, let's get you presentable to them, shall we?"

With that Hannah released my legs from the position they were currently forced into, but not from her imprisonment completely. No, she simply removed the tie from the upper bedframe, but secured them, normally, to the lower frame instead. Although she used their temporary 'freedom' to move each leg about for a while, to offset cramp sitting in. Something she also did with my arms, when she transferred my bound body from an inverted 'Y' shape to the normal 'X' form, with my wrists now secured to the bedposts present at either end of the solid upper frame of my bed. During this process I made NO move whatsoever to prevent her aims, or any attempt to escape. By now I WANTED this, I was about to become the sexual prisoner of the gorgeous Stephanie. Who was about to 'punish' me for my earlier bad behaviour towards her! If what Hannah outlined were her plans for me now could be considered as punishment?