The mom becomes a giggly bimbo
Mrs Lucas had a terrible night filled with bad dreams. Feeling exhausted she quietly got dressed and left the house. A breakfast of eggs and coffee at a local restaurant woke her up. Some serious thinking had to be done. Monday was a holiday, and people around her were in a happy mood, contrasting with her seriousness.
How could she have been so dim to get into this nasty situation? Stupidly, she'd allowed her son's eighteen-year-old bully, to take control of her. He cleverly kept putting her into despicable situations, where she had to beg him to get her out of danger. In return she promised to obey him. Begging and obeying a mere boy, left her self-confidence in tatters. Was that why she gave into his sexual demands?
The boy was adept at intimidation, charming persuasion, and working on a her weaknesses. When he forced her to suck his penis, he videoed the despicable act on his phone, and used it to blackmail her. Alicia should have put a stop to his tricks before that nasty act, but she succumbed to his bullying tactics.
Ending up in his bed was so terribly wrong. Nothing could justify that! It meant he had a whole lot more blackmail evidence, to keep her jumping through hoops. It was though she were his trained bitch, kept on a leash, and performing tricks.
The latest indignity was having her labia pierced. She'd been sent home with two small rings through her lips, and a tiny padlock clamping them together. He had the key, and would keep it to control her! In the meantime, it was crucial to stay away from her husband while her sex was locked up. The boy had the power of blackmail over her, and he controlled her sex by locking it up.
Alicia had to suppress a sob. James had been far more manipulative than she thought possible. He was effectively taking control of her life!
Yesterday he phoned, summoning her to a club, which she had to attend this afternoon at two. It was an abandoned warehouse where youths hung out. Before then something had to be done! At last thinking clearly, she figured all he had done to her would have to be undone. The lock would be first, then the rings. After that, those terrible videos would have to be destroyed.
Going to a locksmith would be far too embarrassing. Alicia cruised around for another piercing salon. The second one was open, but entering the place took courage. Not that she had much left. It was the disgusting thought of being that boy's obedient sex pet, that made her walk in.
'These rings are titanium, they can't be cut. I don't use them as they are so difficult to remove. I'm sorry, but I can't remove them. Maybe a hospital can do it,' the man suggested.
'What about the lock?' Alicia asked.
With her legs held open in stirrups, she felt awful. He was a complete stranger, not even a doctor, and he was feeling her naughty bits down there. At least he was professional enough not to leer, and make her feel any worse than she did.
'I'll try some keys I've got, but again this is an expensive lock. It has an individual key, unlike cheap locks where one size fits all,' he shrugged.
A little while later, he told her, 'Sorry, I can't do anything to help. You'd best go back to whoever did this, and get them to unlock your, err, well, they'll have a key,' he said.
Alicia left the store feeling defeated. Another store was no better. The young guy leered at her, and laughed when she lied about it being done during a drunken night out with girlfriends. A third time confirmed what the others told her, so she gave up. Besides, it felt appalling going around showing strangers her private parts.
Never in her life had she thought it would be possible to tolerate such a demeaning position. If suggested she would have said death would be preferred. Not so! She wasn't clinging onto life, she was merely clinging onto her reputation, yet prepared to swallow her dignity. From all that she had been through, her moral standards had fallen by the wayside.
A mere boy had put her through torment, and the result was a loss of self-esteem. More than that, she was having to admit defeat, and settle into being a boy's toy. Time was running out and no clever ideas presented themselves. Driving close to a police station, she wondered if it would be better to just get it over and done with. Surely there would be some way to continue living if her family rejected her.
The car didn't falter, she drove on. The police station disappeared on turning a corner, and she knew the dirty secrets would have to be kept. Alicia wasn't brave enough to force a confrontation. Would anyone believe she had been bullied by a mere boy?
Unable to remove the lock ruined her plans. While he was at the club to meet her, she planned on going to his house, to steal or trashing his computer. What he meant by the cloud, she had no idea. Now she had to meet him for the key. If she could beg, borrow, or steal it, she would. This was now a vital step in becoming free of the damn bully.
It was only four hours, nevertheless, it was going to be a long wait until two o'clock. Going home was out of the question, because her husband might want to use her. Damn! That was such a bad way of thinking about sex, especially with her husband. The boy had her thinking of herself as an object to be used. This morning had worn her down, so again tiredness was effecting her, muddying her thinking.
Alicia phoned home, as it was late enough for them to be up and having breakfast.
'I thought you were still in bed,' her husband said, sounding surprised.
'I couldn't sleep, and noticed we needed some things from the store. Nothing interesting. Do you want anything?' she asked.
'No. Oh! We need crunchy peanut butter,' he said.
'I won't be long,' she said, finishing up.
In a daze she toured the supermarket, trying to think of something they might be short of. Always she took a list, restricting herself to what was needed. This impulse buying was unusual for her. In a small way it was exciting, which showed how boring her life had been.
In the middle of the cereal section she stopped dead, staring into space. There was no one around to see her reaction, but if there was a young person shopping, they might think she'd been turned into a zombie. It was a thought that shocked her into stillness. A realisation of how repetitive and dreary her life was, had stunned her.
Wanting to cry, shout, and stamp her feet in frustration, she merely walked on to hunt down wheat flakes. A comparison of prices wasn't bothered with. The first box coming to hand was dropped into the trolley. What the fuck! Her husband was boringly predictable, and so was she.
How did this happen? They had both been sensible, and studied hard. They had put off having fun, to save for marriage. Putting off having fun until they had what they wanted, meant missing out, and forgetting what they wanted.
'Fuck!' she shouted, then realised she had.
Once home she looked up things on the net. Fun places to go, and fun things to do. All could be afforded, but the enthusiasm had waned. By coincidence a summer camp for social workers was clicked on, when her husband came into the office.
'You thinking of taking on a job?' he laughed.
'Why not?' she snapped.
Taking it out on him was wrong, but who else had colluded with her to become champion bores.
'You don't need to work. You have plenty to do looking after Brendan and me,' he heavily stated.
'I need to do something,' she said, brooking no challenges.
This was unusual, as she always took heed of what he said, and buckled down to looking after them both. Listing interesting places to go brought up camping amongst other things. Then a list of summer camps included this one. It had been a complete fluke that she was on the page when he walked in. For some reason she didn't want to back down, as she usually did.
When he left she looked up social worker training, and followed the links to find out what was involved.
***
Just before two she pulled into a weed strewn yard outside a warehouse. James was waiting for her. At least she didn't have to go inside alone and wait for him.
'Welcome Mrs Lucas,' he smiled.
He was pleased to see her, that was obvious. Did she have a choice, other than turning up as he demanded?
