Lara's POV
"This can't be..."
Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom.
Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering.
This part's pretty short. Haven't really been able to write for a while now.
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The small sound crushed Cal's soul as the thought of being caged and chastised scared the crap out of him.
"Nice. That's a good pet."
"Mmmphhh."
Cal squirmed and writhed glaring at Lara.
"Okay, let me get this gag off before you start frothing at the mouth."
Lara unwrapped the scarf and pulled out the wad of socks making Cal cough and wheeze.
Cal had by now figured out all of the potential pitfalls and deftly avoided them. He took care of all of his early morning work and cooked up a wonderful bacon and eggs with some pancakes and maple syrup.
"Jeez, I could really get used to this new routine. It really is wonderful to have someone else cook for you and attend to you."
Cal was pleased with his mother's compliments and served her some coffee as well.
Any guy would’ve taken notice. She was on the subway and looked to be in her mid-twenties. Full breasts contoured a red blouse beneath her open jacket. An above-the-knee skirt hugged hips and thighs. Spikes and dark nylons completed the outfit. But it was her legs and shoes that got my attention. And she knew it. In a subtle tease, she moved a foot and dropped a hip, making a show for me through eight stations.
As I slowly drifted out from my sleep, fresh morning air made my nipples hard but I felt warmth spreading between my legs and slowly engulfing my whole body. I began to focus on the sensations I was experiencing. I moaned softly feeling warmth of your body against my thighs and legs.
I kept my eyes closed as I felt your finger rubbing over my clit and I tensed then relaxed again as your finger worked in slow circles, gently manipulating my clit and arousing me out of my sleep.
Some part of his mind wondered what had brought him to this place. His exact predicament was at once easy and difficult to describe. His face was currently buried between the thighs of one of his junior officers while he lapped desperately at her dripping sex. Beyond that, he would be hard pressed to say where he was. His mind had long since disappeared, lost in the sensual bliss that submission always brought him.
The look I gave her was one of mild surprise. "What are you doing here?" I said. She smiled as I pulled on my drink.
"Your wife told me where to find you, Raymond."
"My wife wouldn't tell you jack squat, Jan. She knows about our history." Her smile grew wider.
"She didn't realize what she was telling me at the time, hon." Jan had never been given to alcohol, so she sat with her 7-Up, sucking on the straw and eying me playfully.
Hello lovelies, hope you enjoy this one. As always, everyone in this story is 18+ and it should go without saying that some of the actions depicted in this story would be dangerous in real life. Use common sense.
If you want to get straight to the 'fun' stuff, look out for the three asterisks (***). Enjoy!
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Outside of an old playhouse, a queue that stretched back nearly half a block shivered in the cold winter air.
We'd been sat in the attorney's office for the past few minutes. The attorney in question, Mr Andrews, was at his desk, shuffling through some papers. Over the phone, he'd made clear that our attendance was not necessary and he could forward the paperwork to us, however, my mother had insisted. "I want to see the look on her face when she gets nothing," she'd said with glee, while arguing over the phone.