The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. This story picks up where Chapter 26 left off. Thanks to John, Jake and Cliff for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions are often worked into future chapters. This chapter ends on something of cliffhanger, but Chapter 28 will be coming shortly. The story is far from over.
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I entered the living room to find Terri, my 18 year old submissive, stripped down to a black bra with golden, pyramid shaped studs all over it, making it look armored, and some very simple, black boyshort panties with a gold waistband. Terri has bright blue hair, shaved on one side. Amethyst was cuddled against her leg, still playing the part of a kitten. Amethyst's hair is died a shiny purple, partly inspired by Terri's bold hair color choice.And Terri was absentmindedly stroking Amethyst's hair.
Nurse Nancy and Dr. Shapiro were fully dressed, still in their work clothes. Dr. Shapiro had on his white lab coat and Nancy had on her retro styled Nurse's uniform, with a starched hat, short, tight skirt, white stocking and white heels. They looked like they were ready for work, which was strange this late at night. But they also both had a glass of red wine in their hands. So they seemed relaxed.
Sunny was over by the dining room table. She was naked, but looked more at ease with the situation than anyone else in the room.
Blue, my mother, was trussed up like a pig, lying in the middle of the dining room table. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, with gel-lined handcuffs. And she was "hogtied," in that she was on her belly with her feet pulled up near her ass, and the cuffs were linked so that her ankles were behind the cuffs. She was completely bound with just one pair of cuffs. The position looked strained, and like it required more than a bit of flexibility on my mother's part. I guess her years of Pilates Classes have bought strange dividends. She was wearing the red ball gag and red leather domino mask. Finally, capping off her complete humiliation, someone had stuck an ivory taper candle in her ass and lit it. It was sticking out at an angle of about 40 degrees. There was a plate on the table, between Blue's splayed knees, catching drips of candle wax.
Finally, there were the two strangers in the room. One was a very large, black man. His skin is the color of dark mahogany. He must be 6'7" tall. He was wearing a black, scoop necked, short sleeved nylon shirt. It looked like it was painted on his body. You could easily see the definition of his pecs and even the ripples of his abs. His arms were massive, gigantic biceps, at least twice the size of mine, and I work out! I've got some guns. This guy has cannons. I'm guessing he weighs more than three hundred pounds, easy. He was wearing a thick gold chain around his neck and one gold hoop earring. He was completely shaven bald. He looked like a bulked up, black Mister Clean!
The other person was very short, under four feet tall. Although she had a high halo of tight, kinky flame colored curls, like Little Orphan Annie! At first I thought she was a child. But then I noticed she was wearing an expensive dark green business suit with slacks. And her youthful face was impeccably made-up with lipstick, blush, mascara and a dark green eye-shadow that highlighted her very large, stunning green eyes. I realized that my eyes had fooled me. And that she was not a young girl, but an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a little person.
The black giant spoke with a voice that sounded like he gargles with gravel. "Somebody needs to tell me what the fuck is going on here, before I start knocking heads together!"
My mother's eyes went wide and she shook her head, no.
The small woman reached up and put her hand on the man's forearm. She said, "Blix, we will get to the bottom of this."
I reached out my hand to the small woman. I said, "Please, forgive me. I'm Robert McMillan, and I don't think we've met."
The woman met my handshake with a large hand for her size, but she grasped my fingers in a dainty, feminine way. She said, "I'm Regina Coulson of the Law Firm, Coulson and Coulson. I'm Marjorie McMillan's counsel. And she requested that we come here. She said it was urgent. This is my associate, Blix Johnson. He's a Private Investigator. And this is not what we were expecting."
"I'm sorry. This really is not what any of us was expecting." I reached my hand toward Blix. "Blix, I'm Robert. I'm Marjorie's son. And I don't mean to shock you, but, I'm also her sexual Dominant."
I could see Regina Coulson's eyes go wide. And she looked from my naked bound mother, back to me, around the room and then back to me.
Blix's grip on my hand became tighter. He spoke slowly. "Nothing shocks me, Mr. McMillan. And I don't care what the fuck you think you are. Because your mother has reserved my services as a P.I., not you, and along with that comes my duties to maintain her personal security. I hope you understand that."
"I appreciate that very much," I said. I tried to withdraw my hand, but Blix would not let it go.
In a deep, rumbling, raspy voice, like a radio announcer from Hell, Blix said, "I need to see my client uncuffed, now! And I need that candle taken out of her ass and that gag taken out of her mouth, immediately. I don't care who or what you say you are, Robert, my loyalties here are with Mrs. McMillan alone. Am I being clear?"
I swallowed. "Crystal, Sir." I looked over my shoulder. "Sunny, uncuff Blue and take the candle out."
Sunny blew out the candle and gently pulled it from Blue's ass. Then she undid the cuffs, which just had a latch, and didn't need a key. Blue stretched her legs and arms. She rubbed her wrists. Then she sat up on the table, her feet dangling. She reached behind her head and took off her red mask first. She looked embarrassed, humiliated, but not angry. Then she reached behind her head and undid the ball gag. She took it out and set it down on the table.
Blix let go of my hand.
Then Sunny helped Blue get down from the table. Mom stepped gingerly on her feet. I had Sunny punish Blue by whipping the soles of her feet with a crop. But Blue walked smoothly, without stumbling, so Sunny let go of her arm. Blue was looking down at her feet, as she walked over to us. Finally she said to me, "Thank you for my correction, Sir." She continued to look at my feet.
I put a finger under her chin and directed Blue to look at me. "Do you think you learned a lesson, Blue?"
Blue swallowed hard. "I hope so, Sir."
"Then I will stop being cross with you," I said, "But this was very serious."
Mom beamed. Her smile is spectacular, perfect white teeth behind luscious curved lips. She leapt at me and kissed my cheeks and lips. My arms instinctively came around her waist, and I returned her kiss. "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you," she gushed. Then she turned to Blix. "And thank you, Mr. Johnson. The way you heroically came to my rescue in front of a room full of strangers was very noble and romantic."
Blix coughed and shuffled his feet. "Ma'am. I was only doing my job."
