The previous chapter explained how Jill become dominated by her daughter's fiancée. Rose walks in to find her mother, Jill, half naked, with a hood over her head and her mouth firmly on Marcus's penis.
As Marcus entered my mouth, I couldn't resist entering myself with two fingers. I massaged myself as he had done earlier. The feeling was magic. It took my mind completely off the penis that was growing rapidly in my mouth and what it would soon deliver to me. I could only think of how wonderful it felt to play with my own clit and give it loving squeezes and caresses. I started to whimper with joy now. That's all I could do as the largest cock I ever felt kept on growing. I gave no resistance as he moved my head back and forth. I could feel my body getting ready for another shattering orgasm. Marcus had brought me to the edge in the bedroom. All that energy was still there wanting to explode.
As I exploded, several things happened at once. I heard my daughter, Rose, shout out. "Mother what on earth is going on?"
In a panic, I pulled back and Marcus exploded all over my front. As I stood to go towards Rose's voice, I tried to pull off the hood and fell over my own trousers. Marcus caught me by my shirt.
"Mother, you're disgusting. How could you lower yourself to such an appalling act?" I could tell how distraught she was.
"Please let me explain. I know it looks awful. But...."
"But nothing!!!!!" With that there was silence and then I heard the front door slam shut.
I then heard Marcus laughing. "Stop that! What am I supposed to do?" I was in tears. "My god, can't you understand what you're doing to..."
"Not my problem, Jill" he cut me off. "I've had what I wanted out of you." He pulled at the hood and unlocked it. "I'm off. You can clean yourself up and put away the hood into the suitcase."
"Surely you're taking that away?"
"No. You're too keep it. It's full of toys that sluts like you like to play with. Enjoy them as you please. I will be in touch when I want to use them with you. And remember, you're at my beck and call. You do not contact me for anything. Otherwise I..."
"Yes, I know. You don't have to say it. I have no choice but to obey you."
"That's true. However, I was also going to say that if you do run into any difficulties in putting things away, you can call. But if you do so, I will also release you from all obligations."
I had no idea what he meant by that. I heard his footsteps get quieter and then the door closed. I had been too embarrassed to take off the hood to look at him or speak any further. I took it off and got myself up slowly. His cum was all over me as well as on the floor. Despite my desperate state, I had no choice but to clean the floor and myself before I considered what to do about Rose.
Still shaking, I went to the bedroom to put away the hood. By brain was whirling trying to figure out how I could possibly recover from this. I then went to remove the cuffs only to have another shock. They were locked to the bed!!!! There was no way to get them off. Was this another of Marcus's means of humiliating me? It sure was working. Now I understood what he meant by his last statement. I could call him to find out how to release them. But then I'd be released from being his slut. Now I did cry. He was being so cruel. I assumed he was testing me yet again as to just how desperate I was to be his slut and how far I'd go. And go willingly!!!!
I rushed to my phone. I knew that John would be home soon. I had to make a decision. Call Marcus and be released or think of a way to hide the cuffs so I could continue to get fucked by him anyway he wanted to and heap ever greater humiliation on me. My cunt started twinging. I never had such wonderful orgasms, even if I had also endured the such humiliation. It was decision time! At this point, I heard the door open. I was sure it would be John. I just had enough time to text Marcus for how to release the cuffs. I looked at the phone. And looked at the phone. The longer I took the less time I had. Well, no decision was a decision. I took a depth breath, ran back to the bedroom pushed all the cuffs under the mattress and dropped the quilt over them. We wouldn't be changing the sheets for a few days and John was the not the most observant of men when it came to household items. I'd still have time to think about what to do.
I greeted him a bit breathless. He was still upset. "So, have you reconsidered what you've done to yourself?"
My brain was still trying to figure out what I was to do about what my daughter saw earlier. I was not prepared to deal with a truculent husband. "I've been rather busy with other things (true!) and still don't see a problem with what I do with my body (becoming even more true!!!)." He frowned heavily at this. "So unless you bring yourself into the modern era where women control their bodies for their pleasure, I think we should just leave it."
The surprise on his face actually sent a shiver through my body. Being more forthcoming was rather fun. He mumbled a faint objection and scurried off to change. After that, he followed my advice. Though things were a bit tense at first, we settled back into our routine. We didn't have much sex so nothing really changed.
What did change was my concern about my daughter. That still devastated me. I texted and called but she refused to answer. I guess that was to be expected. After a few days, she finally replied. It was a short, sharp message: "Text me tomorrow when your husband has left. I will come over." That worried me. It is hard to read emotion into a text but I had never had anything so short from her. And she did not reply to my response. There was nothing to do except do as she said.
As soon as John left the next morning, I texted her. There was no reply which only heightened my anxiety. The doorbell rang within the hour. That was a relief though I walked slowly to the door not knowing what to expect.
I opened the door and immediately started apologising. "Oh Rose, I'm so sorry. I'm so grateful you're giving me the chance..."
She put up her hand. "Don't say anything. Just shut up. I will do the talking and you will do the answering." With that she walked determinedly to the kitchen. What else could I do but follow. My heart was beating fast.
When we got to the kitchen she started immediately and very sternly. "So, are you trying to get my future husband way from me?"
"No, no, it's certainly not that." She didn't let me continue.
"Then why would you be giving him a blow job, with a hood over your head no less? That's violates everything you ever taught me about how a woman should be treated."
I was melting. "I know, I know. It's hard to explain. No, to be truthful it's humiliating to explain. Your father and I just don't have very exciting or fulfilling sex. You talking about how happy you were with Marcus made me envious, curious...."
"Desperate," she interjected.
