Mummy & Nanna (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Mummy & Nanna (Part 3)

... constant heaving stopped, and still in my embrace, she found a tissue and started to wipe the tears from her eyes and face.

“There’s more, James. We made love again on Friday morning, and then Lizzy went online shopping, and we chose a sex toy and a sexy body to wear for our next time.”

She turned her face towards me, looking like a lost puppy.

“Help me, James. Help me.”

“Daisy, I can’t think straight at the moment; I need a bit of time to sort this out. I’ll try to help; I want to help you. But there is one thing I can say: I will not have sex again with Lizzy because I want you far more. I need a soulmate again, and you are the only candidate.”

She gave me a wain smile, then pressed her lips against mine, gently probing with her tongue for the entrance into my mouth.

“There’s one more thing. I took in a delivery for her this afternoon, tripped over one of Tim’s toys, and managed to split open the carton. It was all sex toys—not just the few things we had looked at, but a lot more—all bondage gear. I don’t understand that. Who is it for? Is there someone else in her life? Does she want to tie me up or have me tie her up?”

“I have no idea, Daisy. A lot of people like it and enjoy being totally dominated by someone else. You really can only know whether you like it if you try it a bit; it’s like a new food. You have to taste something to know if you enjoy eating it.”

She looked at me, then gave a little nod.

“Have you ever done any bondage, ...

... James?”

“No, never, but I’ve seen enough photos and videos to know how it works.

“I want you to do something that will help me understand where Lizzy is going.”

“You want me to make love to you using some bondage ideas?”

“Now, Daisy?”

“Yes, James. Now.”

I stood, then pulled her up and into my body, kissing her passionately and feeling her body respond.

I broke our embrace.

“Come upstairs, slave. You must obey my commands.”

She looked nonplussed, then grinned.

“Yes, Master.”

In the bedroom, I carefully undressed her, playing with her flesh after each item was discarded. Several times she tried to respond, to stroke my hand or arm. Each time, I slapped the offending limb hard.

“Keep your hands to yourself, slutty slave, unless I give you permission.”

I was surprised at the speed at which she entered our role play, almost instantly becoming very submissive. My big problem was that I had no bondage equipment, and it was hardly practical to phone Lizzy and ask to borrow hers.

My first clue was in her discarded clothes. I picked up her tights, then tied her wrists together in front. The two legs hung down from the knot, ready to be used later.

I stood in front of her, then stripped off completely, my shaft pointing towards her, stiff as a board.

“On your knees, slave.”

Wobbling a bit, without being able to use her arms for balance, she kneeled in front of me.

“Suck me, slave.”

Daisy shuffled forward, then opened her mouth and took me ...