IN AUNT LISA'S BONDAGE
Lisa Baxter's heart fluttered a little as she took in just what she saw on her computer screen. A little bit of 'surfing' had resulted in her stumbling, yes I believe that's the correct word, upon a video that held her totally enthralled. As her blood started to race around her body, her pussy began to respond by heating up, as it were, the first time she'd felt that reaction since that bitch had deserted her well over a year ago. For the 'subbie' starring in this film reminded her somewhat of Charlotte, the girl that Lisa had planned to marry and make her life partner. And what's more, this 'movie star' was fully adorned in scarlet red lingerie, just like Lisa had purchased for the selfish Charlotte, even if clearly cheaper and nowhere near the quality of the items in Lisa's cupboard, that had laid dormant since Charlotte had stormed out of her home and life. Stockings, bra, and even arm stockings, but the girl on her screen wore some sort of covering that prevented the viewer from seeing her panties or suspender belt. Shame thought Lisa, she may have had to cover things up a little to make meet some sort of legal requirement for public viewing. But the items Lisa had in her possession weren't subject to any such restriction, they were manufactured from the finest satin, expensive, stylish, extremely sensuous and beautiful to wear. As Lisa continued to watch the 'action' being played out in front of her, she began to envisage a certain person that she knew well, dressed in these items, and being subjected, with herself as the dominatrix, to just what the 'Lady in red' was undergoing on the screen in front of her.
Helen's, her older sister that is, daughter, Bridget. And, by the most remarkable coincidence, the stage name of the girl in the red gear was the same, even if the actress played someone using the French form of the moniker, Bridgette.
Helen was considerable older than Lisa, in fact by nearly eight years. Yes, Lisa was rapidly approaching her fortieth birthday, that was true, but Bridget was not that much younger, she'd just turned twenty-five herself. A gap that Lisa simply didn't consider a problem at all. As if the respective names wasn't the only similarity present here, Bridget was almost identical in size and stature, meaning she too was shorter than Lisa herself, as the departed Charlotte. Suggesting a very real chance of that red lingerie fitting her young niece perfectly. But just how could she persuade Bridget to play this part, firstly to agree to wear Lisa's red items of delight, and then allow herself to be tied up in firm bondage, just like the stage Bridgette was being placed in?
And, to Lisa hopefully things wouldn't just settle there. Firmly preferring the sexual company of women to that of men, from the time that the delicious Bridget had turned eighteen, Lisa had coveted and strongly desired her young niece. Wanting not just to take Bridget to her bed, but also having the most fervent desire to tie her captive, spread eagled and inescapably to that item of furniture, then shag the girl half to death!
As the Domme on her screen finished her 'rope-work,' the stage Bridgette now fully in her hands and under her control, beginning to find herself playfully struck with a riding crop, nothing too harsh or serious, Lisa began to make her own plans of how to capture the delectable real Bridget. With her own fortieth birthday rapidly approaching, she was simply going to hold a party for family and friends at her own quite spacious, for Lisa was not short of financial resources, house. Maybe something would turn-up there, or more to the point perhaps Lisa could engineer some kind of situation, where she'd gain the upper hand and force her niece to surrender her body to her aunt's desires?
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Well, this Saturday had started superbly. With my new 'bike that I'd only bought a week or so ago, a second hand admittedly, Yamaha R6, a 600cc four-cylinder sports bike for those who don't know; I'd got up very early. I love these summer mornings and had gone for a hundred and fifty mile blast in less than two hours, arriving home just in time for breakfast. Full of adrenalin with the blood running around my form as fast as I'd just ridden. At times travelling at considerably over the 'ton,' one hundred miles an hour again to the uninitiated, I enjoyed so much riding during these early weekend mornings, because it meant almost no traffic or police activity to impede my progress. But then, after I'd parked the Yam in the garage and entered the house, mum had to go and ruin my fantastic mood.
"Ah, there you are Bridget. Don't forget it's your Aunt Lisa's birthday party tonight, and yes, before you say anything we're all, yes that very much includes you, young Lady, going! I promised her that we would, so we are. End of story!"
"Yes, mum. Of course I'll go." Sod it, I'd given up my normal Friday night down the pub, so I'd be sober to go for the ride I'd just enjoyed. Just my luck to have totally forgotten about bloody Lisa's party and just planned to make up for it there tonight.
Also going to Lisa's meant no chance of meeting any dishy blokes, in fact the only men who would be present would be members of the family, and believe me, I didn't fancy ANY of them. But, whilst we're on the subject of 'fancying' I rather feared I had quite a problem on my hands. My Aunt Lisa herself.
Now let's get one thing straight, right away here. Lisa was tall, slim, with beautiful golden hair that simply cascaded off of her head and surrounded her flawless face and piecing blue eyes, she was simply stunningly sexy and utterly gorgeous. If you were a bloke that is, after all Lisa is very much a woman. But here's the thing, Lisa wasn't into men at all, she had a different target in mind, it occurred to me, and believe me I really hoped I'd got this wrong! For ever since she'd split up with her last girlfriend, Charlotte I think her name was, I had this uneasy feeling that she'd set her mind and pussy into pursuing another potential fresh female conquest. Me.