Chapter 3

I made my way upstairs, and quietly let myself into my mother's bedroom. My mother was a neat-freak, and it showed in here. Everything was exactly in its spot and the bed was immaculate. Her closet door was ajar, and I could see that every outfit inside was neatly placed and organized according to colour and style.

The king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room against the wall, with the door to the master bath (where my slut was soaking in the tub) off to the left. The closet was on the right, with a small reading nook beside it. Inside the nook was a comfy reading chair with a hanging plant suspended above it.

I hopped onto the bed and bounced a few times to make myself comfortable. The bed frame was solid oak and didn't shake the least bit as I settled in. The bed posts had these circa 1970 egg-shaped tops to them, about two and half inches around. I wondered to myself how many times my father fucked his slut on this bed. It made me smile.

I started thinking about the situation a little, and while I was really excited about having my own little sex slave at home, I really didn't know how to proceed. I had really enjoyed both of mom's spankings (as my raging hard-on could attest) and I was looking forward to punishing her again, but what I was really looking forward to was completely dominating her.

I wanted to humiliate her; to make her do things she would never do, just because I said so. I wanted to truly own her. I just didn't know how to go about accomplishing this.

Mom obviously had more experience than I did (I don't know if my fingering sessions with Susie Jacobs actually qualified as experience in this area) but I couldn't think of a way to tap that experience without undermining my authority.

I heard the tub start emptying in the other room and it brought me out of my little funk. I needed to think of something, and fast. That's when my eyes came to rest on the foot board again. Or rather, on the bed posts. I smiled at myself in what could only be described as "a devilish way" and chuckled.

Mom came out of the bathroom wrapped in her robe. She clearly didn't expect to see me lying on the bed because she stopped suddenly and looked at the ground.

"I think at this stage of our relationship we can dispose of modesty, don't you? In fact, from now on, you will only wear what I specifically lay out for you. Is that understood?"

She nodded and slowly removed her robe and hung it neatly behind her door. She stood before me and looked at the floor. I can't describe that feeling; of having someone completely subjugated before you. Of controlling someone's fate so completely, and holding them powerless over their own actions. It was... intoxicating.

"I'm going to leave the room and come back in two minutes. During that time, you are going to insert this bed post," I indicated the right bed post, "up your ass. You can use whatever natural lubricant you want, but I remind you that your prior punishment is still in effect: no masturbation. If that post is not lodged up your ass when I get back, I'm going to shove it up there bone dry and I won't be gentle. So you'd best get working."

She looked up at me and opened her mouth as if to say something. "Your time starts now."

With that, she closed her mouth, swallowed her fear and slowly made her way to the foot of the bed. She seemed to evaluate the post for a second, then made the slightest of nods, as though to herself and set to work. She spit into her hand and rubbed the saliva all around the egg-shaped bed post. Her bath had washed away all of the pussy juice she had built up during her spanking, so she had to settle for spit alone.

I got up from the bed and left the room as she started fellating the post. I went into my bedroom and started rummaging through my closet. Every year my great aunt always gives me some of the lamest Christmas gifts. Two years ago, for some unknown reason, she bought me a set of three "Sport Goofy" ties. And for some even larger unknown reason, I had kept them.

I found them buried in the bottom of my closet, still in their original wrapping. I heard some mild grunting from the other room, so I quickly unwrapped the three ties and brought them with me.

My slut was quite a sight to see. She was squatting over the bed post with about three quarters of the post lodged solidly up her ass. She was peppered in a bright sheen of perspiration and whimpering slightly. Her face did not appear happy.

I stepped up behind her and bent over to inspect her asshole closely. "Hmm... not bad."

I walked to the other side and dropped the ties on the bed. I grabbed the first one; it showed "Sport Goofy" doing flips on the rings. My slut whimpered and her legs were trembling slightly. I said to her, "Please extend your right leg."

She looked at me as though I was speaking Greek, but I just waited. She finally put her hands on the mattress and slowly inched her right ankle towards me. As her weight shifted from her legs to her arms I could see the trembling follow.

I grabbed her right ankle and forced it flush against the foot board. This caught her by surprise and she muttered "Oh!" while I quickly wrapped the tie around it, securing it in place. I walked over to the side of the bed and asked for her left leg. Again she looked at me, pleading in her eyes. But when I didn't relent, she slowly inched her left leg towards me.

She couldn't get a full 90 degrees splits, and I really had nothing to secure her leg to, but I was still proud of her. She must have been at about 75 degrees when I looped the second tie around her ankle. The third and final tie went through the loop on her left ankle and secured it to the bed frame down at the box spring.

Satisfied, I strolled back to the left of the bed and jumped up on the mattress. Again, I bounced around a bit to get comfortable. Every little vibration sent chills up mom's spine, and she shook a bit every time I moved. Her arms were getting very tired now, and the strain was becoming increasingly obvious.

"Why don't you play with your nipples?" I asked her.

She looked up at me pleadingly so I raised my eyebrow at her. Her left hand slowly made its way up her body and she started playing with her left nipple. She took a deep breath and reduced the support from her right. She grunted and it was like her asshole suddenly opened up and swallowed the rest of the bed post. Her whole body dropped about an inch and came to rest against the foot board while she sat there for a few seconds with her eyes closed.

Her right hand joined her left and started manipulating her nipple. Her pussy was still bone dry, but I thought I could detect some swelling down there. After a few minutes of mild nipple stimulation, she opened her eyes and looked at me squarely. I smiled at her to show my approval.

"Tell me how this all began."