Cassie's Pov:
After having showered, she came back downstairs, still butt naked. I made a show of being disgusted and she laughed.
"I don't see why you're acting all grossed out because you're the one who is gonna have to strip now." A devilish gleam filled her eyes as she said that and I instantly became worried. Fuck, I naively assumed she was going to allow me to maintain my modesty.
"Can't I just keep my shirt and panties on? Isn't that enough?"
"No chance. I want everything off. It's gonna ruin the fun."
I sighed, annoyed that she was making me do this. Tying her up while she was naked was a different thing. That was about teaching her a lesson. I knew that if I stripped she was going to do everything she could to humiliate me. Anyway, I was her daughter. Stripping in front of my mom was gross.
But I had to comply, so I slipped my thumbs into my panties and pulled them off, feeling my dick flop. It was as soft as could be, which would be helpful given that I was afraid she would try the cockring trick I had done on her. I pulled off my shirt and tried to cover my breasts with one hand and my pussy and dick with the other.
"No, no, no. I won't be having any of that." She slapped my hands away. She stared at me for a few seconds, thinking deeply before running into the kitchen and returning with a chair in hand. It was a pretty sturdy one. I knew first hand because I had tied myself to it before and gotten stuck. I thought I could get out by breaking it but found myself unable to do so, the woodwork just being too well done.
"Take a seat, girlfriend." She patted the chair and I stomped over, still upset that I had to be naked. She noticed that and pulled on one of my nipples, talking to me in that baby talk voice of hers. "Aww, babygirl is a little annoyed at her mommy, isn't she?"
"Stop it, Mom. It's so disgusting when you do that."
She just laughed in response so I took a seat.
"Arms over the top and behind the chair." The top of the chair was a little high up but not terribly high so it fit snugly in my armpits. Mom set to work, getting the rope and tying my wrists together. It was a little hard to tell what she was doing since I couldn't see behind me that easily but I felt another rope being added to my wrists and then them being pulled down. After a second, I realized she was tying them with a leash to one of the bars that connected the legs of the chair. I immediately felt restricted, unable to really move wrists because of how little slack there was.
"Getting nervous yet?" She asked, still working behind me.
"No way. I can definitely get out of this." I tried to sound confident but already I was a little worried. These were some damn tight ties.
She then stuck my elbows together and tied them up nicely. This allowed her to start the breast work, essentially giving me the same treatment I gave her, tying one rope underneath my boobs, two that crisscrossed between and one on top. The rope wound across the back of the chair but underneath my arms so that I was, slowly but surely, being welded to the chair.
She then went to the front and admired the work, also noticing that I was sporting a mean boner.
"You like it when mommy ties you up?" She patted my cheek patronizingly. I pulled away from her touch.
"No, it's just that bondage excites me," I responded tersely.
"Hmm," she said in response, setting down to do my feet. She tied each one to a different leg, with rope at the ankle and up the calf. Then, for good measure, she applied some rope on my thighs to keep me in the chair. Now, I was definitely welded to the chair, suddenly finding myself unable to move without having to move the entire chair.
"Getting that nasty crotch rope on you will be too hard in this position. I should have done it in the beginning but don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it. I'll get you back later," she winked.
Then she sat on my thighs, her boobs getting dangerously close to my face. I turned my head away, doing my best to get some distance. "Don't you have to set the timer?"
She sat on my thighs, looking right at me for a bit before speaking. "You know, you're gonna stay like this. Fuck the bet. Everyday you come downstairs and yell at me and throw a fit about the way I'm dressed yet you haven't done anything to help around the house. I'm always picking up your dirty laundry, I'm always making you meals, I'm always cleaning your room. When was the last time you helped." Her gaze was intense. She seemed a little upset but not mad. Mom doesn't get mad.
Regardless, I couldn't think up a response to her, mouth slightly agape at the sudden change in plans.
"Exactly. Never. So," she said, a smile crossing her face that looked positively diabolical. "I'm gonna fuck with you, do everything you hate. You're gonna have to suffer through a week of torment to pay me back for everything I've done." She laughed, making sure to play up the laugh so it sounded maniacal. "Don't worry too much. My goal is just to humiliate you as punishment." She said, as if that would make me feel better.
"Wait, that's so unfair Mom! We had a deal."
"Deal schmeal, you've been a brat for far too long and it's time someone taught you a little lesson in manners."
"That's cheating!" I yelled.
And then she did something absolutely crazy. She kissed me on the lips. I tried pulling away but she put both hands on my face and held me strongly. I could feel her smiling. I tried to close my lips but she pulled the same trick on me that I did to her. She grabbed a nice handful of my hair and tugged hard. It hurt like a bitch, my scalp feeling like it was getting ripped right off and it ended up forcing me to jerk my head back. I opened my mouth, yelping in pain, when she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I nearly puked and tried to move away but anytime I did, she would tug on my hair harder. If I would try to close my mouth, she would tug again, jerking my head back even further and really really hurting my scalp.
I was helpless. A little tied up hot bitch for her to fuck with. She knew I would hate this. That's why she was shoving her tongue down my throat and pulling my hair so forcefully. Eventually, I had to let her win, given that my head was now pulled back so far that she had to stand up to keep her tongue swirling in my mouth, her gross disgusting saliva pouring in. Once I stopped resisting, she pulled out but not before she spat into my mouth. I gagged, feeling totally sick. That was my mother's spit! I was her daughter and she was treating me like I was some slut that likes pain and spit.
"Swallow it," she ordered but I, clearly not having learned my lesson, did my best to spit it out of my own mouth. She gave me a light slap to the cheek before spitting in my mouth again.
I tried to spit it out again, just to defy her but this time I got a slightly harder slap and twist of my hair that left me looking at the wall.
"I'm gonna spit in your mouth again and you're gonna drink it up like a good little whore." She violently twisted my head back to look at her and kept a fierce grip on it that was extremely painful. I wanted to keep my mouth shut but she kept slowly tightening her grip until it was unbearable and I opened my mouth.
She reached down, slipped in a little tongue action, letting her gross tongue explore my mouth like it was a cave and she the diver. It swirled around and then she made the most gross sounds, like she was gathering up the biggest loogie she could summon and then hawked it into my mouth. I felt the glob of spittle and phlegm hit the back of my throat and almost coughed it out but I stopped myself, knowing that my crazy mother wouldn't give in until I visibly swallowed it. So I swallowed it, doing my best not to gag.
"Fantastic job, honey!" She said, letting go of my hair and muffling it all up like I was some kid that had just won a little league game.
