She continued untying my legs, freeing them from the ropes. I was honestly too exhausted to really respond, just letting her slowly free me. She took off the rope that had bound me to the chair and undid the breast harness, allowing me to stand up even though my hands and elbows were still strictly tied behind my back.
"Stand up," she ordered. I did as she said and slipped a little bit on the cum that was on the floor. She caught me. "Hey, be careful there, silly."
"Can you untie my arms so I can walk properly," I asked, hoping it would work this time.
"No way, you're spending the whole weekend tied up. That's an appropriate punishment for treating poor little me this way." She gave me doe eyes before dragging me up the stairs. My legs were still wobbly so I had a hard time keeping up but she kept pulling me so I ended up stumbling around quite a bit.
She led me into the bathroom, my feet flip flopping on the cool granite floors. Our bathroom was rather spacious, with a shower that was so big we called it the 'Pornhub shower'. A sizable whirlpool bath adorned the right of the room, positioned next to the toilet.
"Should we shower you or bathe you?" My mom asked.
"Wait, you're not gonna be doing that, are you?" I was horrified. I mean, I guess I was covered in her after having spent the last 15 minutes fucking her filthy pussy but the idea of her washing me made me feel like a child.
"Of course, how else do you expect to get clean with your arms tied up?"
"I'm eighteen. I'm not a baby! I can wash myself." I stomped my foot to make it clear my stance on the matter.
My mom sighed and then, rather roughly, grabbed my bound wrists and lifted them up, forcing me to bend down until my head was right above the floor, hair spilling all over it. Because my elbows were tied together, I really couldn't bend my arms that far back and my mom totally took advantage of that.
"Mom, let go! This is really uncomfortable," I said as blood started to rush to my head. My ass and pussy were totally exposed and I shivered from a sudden draft.
"Not until you understand that you can't do anything without me. I want to hear you say."
"These stupid domination games are getting annoying," I retorted, feeling bold for someone who was tied up and currently have her arms yanked so hard behind her back that she was perpendicular to the floor.
CLAP!
Pain spread over my pussy. My own mom had just slapped my bare pussy!
"Ow! Mom!"
"Looks like you need more discipline because that wasn't the answer I was looking for."
I saw her, through my legs, reach her hand back for another slap. I braced myself preparing for the worst and boy oh boy did she deliver. She smacked my pussy and asshole five times in a row, really hard and it left me reeling. I almost tumbled over had it not been for her holding so tightly onto my bound wrists.
My pussy and asshole was on fire, feeling like she had put hot coals to it. I screamed and yelped but she didn't seem to care, waiting for me to finish dancing and twisting. I hopped from leg to leg, cussing.
"That really fucking hurt!"
"Oh and now she's gonna use such terrible language. Do I have to tie you up like this, strappado style or will you behave while I try to get your soiled face clean?"
I weighed my options, noting that I really wasn't in the position to try arguing with her. Fuck me, I regretted starting this stupid bet so much. She was totally letting the power get to her head, focused entirely on humiliating me. Having to fuck my mom was traumatic enough. Now, she was disciplining me by slapping my bare pussy.
I decided against resisting. "I'm sorry, I'll behave."
"You better." She let me back up and then shoved me into the shower, turning it on cold. I screamed and hopped away but she climbed in and pulled off the hose, showering me down as I did my best to dodge it. I scrambled into a corner of the shower and knelt down, hoping it would be too far away but she had no problem nailing me with freezing cold water. If there was any blood left in my dick, it was gone by that point, the freezing water chilling me to the bone.
I huddled in the corner, being pelted by the strong stream of water until my mom finally relented and turned the water to a more gentle flow while also warming it up.
"Come over here, babygirl. Mommy's gotta wash you."
I struggled to get to my feet with my arms bound the way they were. The warm water felt so nice after that barrage of ice-cold water. I felt myself warming up quickly and it was easier to move over to my mom.
She hooked the shower head back to its place, got out some shampoo, and squirted out a bit of shampoo. She rubbed it into my head, giving me a nice massage that felt wonderful underneath the streaming shower water. I leaned into her, enjoying the nice treatment.
Of course, she had to ruin the nice moment by grabbing my breasts and wiping her sud-filled hands all over them.
"Ugh, thanks for making this weird."
"Mhmmm, they just feel so nice." Her heavy boobs pressed into my back as she tweaked my nipples. I squirmed in her touch but her arms kept me in place. Then she started to really work my tits, kneading them like play-dough. If I was being completely honest, it did feel rather nice, especially after the rough torment they got from being fucked silly by my mom's monster cock.
"Ok, you've had your fun now. Finish washing me up, please."
She tweaked a nipple just hard enough that I gave a small yelp. "Don't be rushing Mommy, young lady. I'm in charge, not you." She continued to massage them, my tits starting to hurt from the aggressiveness. I whimpered, feeling the hot water run down as I was molested in my own shower.
"So, what do you think our next tie should be?" My mom asked as she rolled my hard nipples between her fingers.
"No tie?" I said, hopeful.
"How about a hogtie? That might be fun. What do you think, baby girl?"
I groaned. I always hated hogties. I had tried a few by myself but they always ended up being far too restrictive to really allow me to enjoy the bondage.
"Come on, let's get you set up."
She pulled me out of the shower and quickly toweled me down. She actually took time to blowdry my hair, which was nice and then I was out of the bathroom and laying stomach-down on her bed.
She went back to get all the supplies and I vaguely debated trying to get free but I decided that she would probably just punish me even more for it so I stayed put, feeling the bonds dig into my skin. The elbow tie was starting to hurt, having been left in it for at least an hour and a half and I squirmed awkwardly, trying to relieve the building pressure. Of course, no position was comfortable.
My mom returned with the chest. She immediately set to work but made sure to first give me a quick slap on the ass.
"Nice ass," she commented and I buried my head into the bed in disgust and embarrassment.
She started by retying my legs, binding my ankles firmly. She had tied the rope such that there was a space for her to make a knot in between my ankles. I always thought that this method looked the cutest and most professional. This, unfortunately, got me a little revved up, leaving me sporting a pretty hefty boner for a petite girl like me.
"Ooo, somebody's getting excited already and we haven't even gotten to the fun part."
"I won't be excited for long. I hate hogties." I felt her move up to my knees, wrapping rope around them tightly, multiple loops, before cinching it off.
"Nice and neat," she commented.
Then came the worst part. She had slipped rope around my ankles and then pulled them roughly to my wrists. She took a moment, knotting and tying off the ropes. It was definitely tight. My legs were essentially connected right to my hands with very little rope in between.
"Jeez, that's way too tight."
It didn't stop there though. I felt another rope connect my feet to my elbows, causing me to have arch my back
My mother plopped down on the bed right in front of me. "Well, I think it looks pretty good on you." She patted my ass which made me wriggle in annoyance.
"Hands off, lady," I said sternly, brow furrowing to show her I wasn't messing.
"Can't help it. Your body just looks so young and sexy."
"Ok, first of all, ew. Second of all, calling me 'young' is creepy as hell, you old pervert." I tried to recoil but my back was already at a pretty significant arch so there really wasn't anywhere to go. I struggled in the bindings, trying to see if there was any room to slip out or get the knots undone.
"Oh baby girl, it's only gonna get worse," she said as she patted my cheek. "I can't imagine you've had the experience of giving a blowjob yet?"
The blood left my face suddenly and I looked aghast at my mom. "Wait, no, you can't really be saying that."
And then I noticed her raging hardon.
"Oh yea, it's time you learned. You think you can really walk through all of life without repaying your sweet mother?" She moved off the bed before standing in front of me. "Open wide, honey," she said with a cute smile.
I refused, keeping it closed. Before I knew it, my hair was being tied behind my head into a ponytail. She left a long tail of rope, making it into a leash of sorts.