This little series seems popular, judging by the response, so here goes with the continued saga of Tanya and her sexy mother.
My mother had suggested that she could be more inventive still, after she had excited me beyond belief, when she whipped me. I had never thought of myself as being a submissive -- I think that's the term, isn't it? -- but the agony I had experienced when she was flogging my naked back had somehow transmuted into a tremendous, intense pleasure, that was what people call, I think, a life-changing experience. As if finding out I was a Lesbian and entering into a passionate relationship with my own mother were not enough!
The day after my whipping, my mother and I breakfasted quietly -- not a word of the previous night's activities was spoken. But she phoned me at work: 'Are you alright, darling?'
'Yes, thanks, Jan, are you?' There was a long pause.
'Shall we meet for lunch?'
'Why not?' We agreed on the winebar around the corner from the office where I worked. When I arrived, my mother was already in a corner booth, a bottle of Shiraz open in front of her.
'I...I thought perhaps I overdid it last night?' she said -- a query.
'Oh no,' I said, 'After all, I asked you to do it.'
'Yes, you did, didn't you.'
'So,' I asked, 'What comes next? Or is that all there is?'
She put her hand on mine on top of the table. 'There are many more things we can do, darling,' she said, her voice low and almost seductive, 'You actually seem to enjoy walking around with your plug in, don't you?'
'Why, yes, it reminds me of....of.....I don't know.....it just feels sexy.' I finished lamely.
'There are, of course, other things I can have you wear.'
'Such as?'
'Restraint clothing,' she said, 'It actually turns
me
on to wear very tight skirts, and maybe we could try you with a corset? That's just one idea, but I have others, of course.' She laughed.
When I got home that night, there were two packages waiting for me. One was a small box, neatly wrapped.
'Open that one first -- it's for tomorrow,' said my mother.
I fumbled with the wrapping and took out a nice jewellery box. Nestling inside were a pair of items I at first thought were gold clip-on ear-rings, but when I took them out and saw the tightening screws and plates, I realised what they were.
'They're nipple-clamps!' I said, 'But they must hurt terribly.'
'Let's see, shall we, darling, slip your blouse off.'
My mother bent then and immediately started to suck my nipples, biting gently in the way she knew I couldn't resist, as the hardened and grew. Then she took the gold clips and screwed them down mercilessly, making me yelp with pain as they pinched my sensitive nipples unbearably. There was a fine gold chain to connect them, and when I looked at my image in the mirror, I thought they looked charming.
'You know,' I said, when the initial pain had subsided a little, 'I had wondered about having my nipples pierced.'
'Yes, darling, that would be lovely,' agreed my mother, 'But first get used to wearing clamps and when we get you pierced I'll have my clit done at the same time.'
'What,' I asked, 'is in the other parcel?'
'Oh,' she said, 'That's for when your back is fully healed. It's a corset.'
'But I've got a narrow waist already,' I protested.
'Yes, darling,' she said, pityingly, 'But this is going to
really
restrain you. A very tight-waist corset is extremely sexy, trust me.'
'I'm going to be in agony all day, with my arse, my nipples and now my waist - all tortured.'
'Yes, darling,' she said sweetly, 'And it will remind you of ........of......well, you'll see.'
But when we went to bed that night, slipping between my mother's satin sheets, she in her fur-trimmed baby doll nightie, me in a short white silk slip, we fell comfortably into each other's arms. There was intense pain for a brief moment when my mother released the nipple-clamps, and the blood ran back into the starved extremities of my firm tits, but my mother's mouth was soon working its magic there.
'Oh Jan!' I said, 'That's wonderful!'
Her tongue coursed down across my flat belly, and my hands stroked her soft, silky hair, as her knowing mouth found the pendant dangling from my super-sensitive clitoris, then her tongue was tracing the rim of my outer labia, and she suddenly used both hands to spread my pussy wide apart, then plunge her tongue deep into the hot wet pinkness of my eager cunt.
'Oh Jan, I love you more than life itself!' I murmured, and the feeling intensified, if that were possible, when she pulled out my butt-plug, and replaced its coldness with her warm, questing fingers, bringing me to the very brink of orgasm, then pulling out, teasing me, until I felt her fingers being replaced by a toy she had recently bought, a glass dildo which was really a column of spheres, gradually increasing in size as she pushed it into my eager, impatient velvet tube. It was a wonderful sensation, and I writhed and bucked as my climax approached -- then was there, in one tremendous, gushing, unbelievable moment.
For next few days, I wore the nipple clamps, and they certainly reminded me of my status. But what was, in fact, my status? Was I my mother's lover? Or her slave? I wondered, but whichever, I was happier than I had ever been in my life -- of that I was quite certain.
Then when we went to bed one night, my mother wanted to look at my back. I lifted the hem of my short silk slip, which was all I wore in bed.
'Hmmm,' she mused, 'I think I'll put you in the corset tomorrow.'
When I woke up, I reached over for my mother -- she wasn't there, and I was half asleep. I looked at the clock. Seven o'clock.
'Jan!' I called out, 'What's up? Is the house on fire?' She didn't usually stir until half past seven.
'No darling,' she laughed, from the bathroom, 'Come and have a shower, and after breakfast I'll put you into your corset. I thought we'd need a little more time.'
I crept out of bed and obediently got under the shower, then slipped on a robe and went down to take a grateful coffee.