In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01

IN AUNT LISA'S BONDAGE

Lisa Baxter's heart fluttered a little as she took in just what she saw on her computer screen. A little bit of 'surfing' had resulted in her stumbling, yes I believe that's the correct word, upon a video that held her totally enthralled. As her blood started to race around her body, her pussy began to respond by heating up, as it were, the first time she'd felt that reaction since that bitch had deserted her well over a year ago. For the 'subbie' starring in this film reminded her somewhat of Charlotte, the girl that Lisa had planned to marry and make her life partner. And what's more, this 'movie star' was fully adorned in scarlet red lingerie, just like Lisa had purchased for the selfish Charlotte, even if clearly cheaper and nowhere near the quality of the items in Lisa's cupboard, that had laid dormant since Charlotte had stormed out of her home and life. Stockings, bra, and even arm stockings, but the girl on her screen wore some sort of covering that prevented the viewer from seeing her panties or suspender belt. Shame thought Lisa, she may have had to cover things up a little to make meet some sort of legal requirement for public viewing. But the items Lisa had in her possession weren't subject to any such restriction, they were manufactured from the finest satin, expensive, stylish, extremely sensuous and beautiful to wear. As Lisa continued to watch the 'action' being played out in front of her, she began to envisage a certain person ...

... that she knew well, dressed in these items, and being subjected, with herself as the dominatrix, to just what the 'Lady in red' was undergoing on the screen in front of her.

Helen's, her older sister that is, daughter, Bridget. And, by the most remarkable coincidence, the stage name of the girl in the red gear was the same, even if the actress played someone using the French form of the moniker, Bridgette.

Helen was considerable older than Lisa, in fact by nearly eight years. Yes, Lisa was rapidly approaching her fortieth birthday, that was true, but Bridget was not that much younger, she'd just turned twenty-five herself. A gap that Lisa simply didn't consider a problem at all. As if the respective names wasn't the only similarity present here, Bridget was almost identical in size and stature, meaning she too was shorter than Lisa herself, as the departed Charlotte. Suggesting a very real chance of that red lingerie fitting her young niece perfectly. But just how could she persuade Bridget to play this part, firstly to agree to wear Lisa's red items of delight, and then allow herself to be tied up in firm bondage, just like the stage Bridgette was being placed in?

And, to Lisa hopefully things wouldn't just settle there. Firmly preferring the sexual company of women to that of men, from the time that the delicious Bridget had turned eighteen, Lisa had coveted and strongly desired her young niece. Wanting not just to take Bridget to her bed, but also having the most ...