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

In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01

... But Steve was due to work on the Sunday morning, so it wasn't long before he said his 'goodbyes' and left.

Anyway, it wasn't long before a basic need of nature began to take over. Being careful not to get drunk, I'd been sticking to beer rather than the partake of consuming either wine or spirits. Think about it, a pint of beer is roughly the alcoholic intake of, say a large whisky or vodka, but then diluted down with virtually a pint of pure water. Same amount of alcohol but at a much weaker concentration, so one's body is receiving the alcohol at a far slower rate, meaning one doesn't become drunk nowhere near as quickly However, there is a downside, consuming that larger amount of liquid, in whatever form, means the bladder fills up far more quickly. It was time for me to visit Lisa's bathroom.

And it was as I was about to ascend her stairs that I bumped into her. Looking utterly divine as ever, the normal leather skirt and a beautiful blue satin blouse, she was almost waiting for me. "Bridget Darling, I've something upstairs waiting for you, on my dressing table in my bedroom. It's a belated twenty-fifth birthday present. When you've done your business in the loo, why don't you take a look? I'd come up with you myself, but, you know, must mingle, you know how it is!"

"Sure thing, Aunt Lisa. Thank you." I thought it a little strange, but hey, what harm could it do, to at least check it out? As mentioned before, Lisa was very rich, so it might be something nice ...

... indeed. And, in some ways the bladder was really calling now, so perhaps I hadn't been paying the attention that I really should have.

Having relieved myself, God that felt good, I was on the way to the stairs when I noticed the door to Lisa's luxurious bedroom open, the light on and a small, thin package on her dressing table. Well Lisa had given me permission, hadn't she? And I was right about this item being classy and expensive, it was a beautiful watch, one that caught my eye in no uncertain terms. Momentarily forgetting to be wary of my aunt, I slipped it around my wrist, and was just in the middle of strapping it there, when the bright flash of a mobile 'phone in photographic mode came from the direction of the door. Turning I saw Lisa standing there.

"And just what do you think you're up to young Lady?" Her strident voice filling the room, as she turned and shut the door. "Stealing my watch, eh? What do you think your mother and father will make of that? Shall we go find them and ask just what they believe of this?" Showing me the image now on her camera, one of me quite clearly fitting said watch onto my own wrist.

"What are you on about, stealing your watch? You quite distinctly told me it was my birthday present from you! How can that be classified as theft?"

"I have absolutely no recollection of such a claimed conversation, more to the point you have absolutely no evidence of one. No, it's utterly clear just what you're up to. Come on, let's go and find ...