AUNT LISA'S SISTER LOSES CONTROL
In many ways it was a relief to finally be able to move. In another perspective it was quite a dis-appointment. But why had my power of movement been removed from me anyway, how exactly had this denial taken place, and who had enforced this capture of my body?
Firstly, I think it best to state that, removed of all clothing except some sexy lingerie, in the form of a sexy suspender belt and very sheer nylon stockings, my body had been tied to my partner's bed, in a manner that if comfortable and not too tight at all was completely secure and totally inescapable. There she, yes, a woman just as I am, had shagged me into the middle of next week, giving me everything that she had! Just as I had begged her to. But who was she?
I suppose that it's possible to answer that question in two different ways, both of them true. For she was my mother's younger sister, and therefore my aunt. However, she was now also my girlfriend, my lover. I was fully in love with her, as she was with me. And this exciting bondage sex had taken place, as I'd implied at MY request, purely as a result of said mother becoming aware of the second fact of this equation and showing her anger by dis-owning the pair of us. As far mum was now concerned, I was no longer her daughter, just as Lisa wasn't classed as mum's sister anymore in my maternal parent's mind. Thus, I'd begged Lisa to 'take' me, to show me that our love was genuine, and that my sacrifice, choosing her over mum, was justified. And boy, hadn't she, quite simply, done so, and in real style. Proving to me, that beyond ANY doubt, I had been born to be with Lisa for life, born to belong to her!
Lisa had been a lesbian all of her life, sensing the same trait in me, although, greatly encouraged by mum I attempted to deny it. Eventually, although to some degree Lisa had needed to resort to blackmail, I allowed myself to fall under her spell, and once there I knew it was just where I should be. But mum couldn't accept this fact, and earlier that very day, had unceremoniously thrown me out of the family home. So, slightly before we'd actually planned and rather by default, I from now on, and I supposed it would have happened anyway, lived in Lisa's home.
So, after a truly fantastic time as purely Lisa's sex toy, exhaustion had taken its toll on her, and like I say, somewhat reluctantly she released me from her hold. And we now settled down on her bed to sleep. The deep sleep of the absolutely knackered!
My sleep must have been really deep, because in a similar manner to the day before I awoke to find myself back in Lisa's spread-eagled secure bondage! In fact, today she'd actually achieved more, twenty-four hours earlier I'd come to discover that Lisa was in the middle of the process, although she'd managed to take things far enough to ensure I couldn't escape her intentions. But this morning the task of tying my limbs to her bed posts had already been accomplished! I could get used to this, the rather pleasant thought that echoed around my head at this moment!
Thus, for the second day running my first hour or so was completely spent under Lisa's total carnal domination, and utterly within the power of her awesome sexuality. Not that I didn't want this of course, in fact I couldn't have chosen a better way of starting a day. But this delicious state couldn't last for ever, mores the pity, and eventually Lisa released me from her bonds and her bed. For although this was a Monday, it was a bank holiday, the one at the end of Summer the last weekend of August, meaning neither her nor I needed to report for work, Lisa had plans for us both on this day. She had decided that we, or more specifically I, needed to go 'clothes' shopping. And her favourite store was open this morning.
Having both breakfasted, Lisa now drove me over to said store, which was very classy and expensive. And the first items to be placed in her, or as I say my, shopping trolley, were to be in the form of lingerie, for as we've seen before I possessed very little presently. Stockings, VERY sheer ones in various colours, satin suspender belts, panty and bra sets, a couple of black ones, and one by my request in a beautiful royal blue shade.
With having sorted the lingerie side of the equation out, I also selected a beautiful satin blouse in the same colour. To match a leather suit complete with tight short skirt, in a slightly darker shade of blue. "Oh, thank you SO much, Lisa!" As she paid for all of these items. "Well now you are my girlfriend and lover, you need to look the part!"
Oh, and while we're on the subject of money, I had insisted on paying towards the household bills as it were, I made it perfectly clear to Lisa that I had NO intention of scrounging off of her and I'd be paying my way in life. Agreeing to pay her each month at least the sum I'd paid mum and dad whilst living with them. And I also paid for the pub lunch that we enjoyed once the shopping was complete. Having, once the items have been paid for, changed into the blue leather, satin and nylon items within the store's changing room. And feeling utterly delicious thus clad, also of the opinion that now I was completely worthy of my wonderful girlfriend!
We returned home and spent the rest of that day as a couple. The first of many, many, such days. With plenty of exciting sex of course, most of that with me within Lisa's bondage, for we definitely worked best together that way!
After a couple of weeks, I suddenly received a surprise 'phone call from my mum of all people. Apologising for her behaviour the other week and asking me to visit her at her home. Shocked I might well have been, but as Lisa fully endorsed, I readily agreed. "Well, that's a turn up for the books," she commented, "but it's a good thing. Let's face it, we both want this!"
So, on the following Saturday morning I knocked on the door of my old home, to be greeted by the woman who had previously dis-owned me. But with a smile of welcome on her face.
"Cup of tea, Darling?" She asked.
"Yes please, mum." Delighting in feeling able to address her such, although it was simply a case of me assuming rather than her granting me the privilege. But she certainly didn't correct me at all, so it appeared that my assumption was correct. And, anyway, hadn't she both apologised and invited me here?
But I had completely misjudged her motive for doing so. Not discovering the real reason until I'd virtually consumed that cup of tea. Only then did I realise that tea wasn't the only ingredient within said cup. My legs turned to jelly and my mind began to cloud and feel 'fuzzy,' as the drug she'd used began to take effect. It wasn't long before I was out cold.
When I finally began to awaken, I soon discovered that my mum didn't have my best interests at heart, after all. For I came to stretched out, and almost naked. Trying to move and arise revealed the impossibility of such motion, as I felt the rings of cold steel around both of my wrists and ankles. Mum had handcuffed my body, just adorned in stockings, a suspender belt, and a pair of panties that 'tied at the sides' and so could be removed, to her bed posts!
