Spend Time with Your Mother

Time quickly passes after you relaxed and calmed down. Your mother true to her word took care of you. She fed you, cleaned you up and took you outside to use the bathroom. She even played a game of fetch with you.

As you finished drinking from your bowl, your mother smiled. She then looked down at you, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Come on, Amber," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I have a surprise for you in the basement. Come on" You quickly rushed after your mother, wanting to obey but also filled with curiosity

Your mother led the way, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. You couldn't help but stare at her, your eyes drawn to the curve of her hips and the sway of her hair. She turned to look at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and she beckoned you forward with a crooked finger. "Come on, Amber," she said, teasingly. "I have something to show you."

You urgently crawl after her, your excitement growing. As you reach the basement, your mother opens the door and walked in. Following her in you're shocked once again to find another room magically changed, all sorts of bondage toys and devices fill the room.

"Are you ready?," she asked, cheerfully.

She helped undo your leg bindings, afterwards you struggle to your feet. It felt weird standing on your feet again, she proceeded to bind your hands behind your back. She instructed you to sit up on small seat that came out of the wall. As you went to sit down you notice there are leather straps attached to the wall.

After sitting in position she loops one around your neck, another across your stomach, she buckles both, securing you. She proceeds to grab one foot at a time, spreading and stretching your leg above your head. She then proceeded to strap your ankle in place to the wall. She repeats the process with your other leg.

Your legs were now spread wide, your feet pressed against the wall, and your ankles secured them in place. You couldn't move, couldn't shift your position, and couldn't escape the exposure. Your mother stepped back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. You feel your cheeks go red as you realize just how **** you were, and how completely at her mercy you were.