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

In Aunt Lisa's Bondage Pt. 01

... I'd also enjoy being with her was something that I did feel was entirely possible, likely even. And her vow to look out for my safely was utterly plausible. Well, I mused, as I reached home, in just under one week's time, all these questions would be answered, as I delivered my body into my aunt's full hands and power. I was clearly going to find myself totally subjected to Lisa's awesome sexuality, with my pussy beginning to warm at such a prospect. I actually began to count the hours away!

Having managed to drift off to sleep, I awoke on the Sunday morning as a classic 'head verses heart,' or should that be 'head verses pussy,' battle began to take over my every thought. My head firmly said 'NO' this was, after all, my mother's sister we were talking about, and she was basically fifteen years older than me. But, depending on your viewpoint, my heart, or pussy, were both informing me of just how delicious Lisa was, and how much I really fancied her. Also how dis-appointing I'd found sexual liaisons with males to have proved to be. If I wasn't a complete lesbian, then I was surely bi-sexual. And if I was to 'try-out' a female, then why not one who was utterly gorgeous, known to me, and somebody I was sure I could trust, like Lisa clearly was? Anyway, as I told myself, one way or another I would obtain an answer, maybe things with Lisa would not go smoothly and fail to work out as she planned? A possibility surely, and I'd have fulfilled my obligations towards her.

This ...

... fight continued in my body all that week, and I was eternally grateful that it didn't interfere with my employment, like causing me to make any mistake for example. And what about Friday night? My normal pub visit surely had to go, just like last week when I'd gone out on the bike early in the next morning. I daren't do the same again, what if I came off it, or had a breakdown? Would I make Lisa's deadline in time in either of those scenarios? In the end, I compromised, going out for a ride on the Friday evening instead, it was still light to nearly nine o'clock, and finishing up having just one pint at the pub before going home.

Bright and early, I awoke in the next morning, D-Day as it were. Following Lisa's express instructions, after a light breakfast, I showered and selected clothes that mum had washed during the week and were therefore fresh. I mean, would you believe it, at that precise time of my life, on that Saturday morning I neither possessed a suspender belt or set of nylon stockings of any denier grade? Just a 'T' shirt and pair of traccies then, all Lisa had specified was that my clothing was clean, which it was. I now wondered just what items of hers that she planned to put me in, guessing it would be some sort of lingerie. Something I'd never really tried before, my panties were all cotton, not satin. So, allowing myself plenty of time, I set off for my aunt's abode and whatever fate Lisa had in mind for me.

Arriving approximately ten minutes early, but ...