Fiona wasn't playing

The next morning you are heading down to the laundry room to iron and fold Fiona's clothes when you notice two suitcases by the door. You remember that your mother was leaving today for an out of town professional conference of some sort.

Your mom comes out from the kitchen, she is wearing smart looking business attire with her usual long dress. "Oh Jesse, the cab is almost here. Would you be a dear and help me out?"

"Of course Ma." You smile. You carry her bags to the curb and put them into the taxi's trunk for her.

She gives you a big hug and a kiss. "I hope you guys have fun while I am gone." She looks at you with a half smile. "I am so happy you know everything now Jesse. I'll miss you so much baby boy."

You grin. "I'm glad too. I'll miss you too Mom. Have a safe trip."

You say goodbye and watch the cab pull away. You head back into the house where you see Fiona waiting for you, she had a blue and yellow apron in her hand. She had obviously been waiting for Mom to leave.

"Get those clothes off bitch, I want you in this." She orders.

"Errr..." Having her act like this outside the bedroom was...disconcerting. "Fiona, why don't we leave that stuff in the bedroom? Our own little kinky sex game." You let out a nervous little laugh. "I mean I did the laundry like you asked but...uh..." You trail off as you could tell by her expression she wasn't joking around. Her intense dominant expression...god she was beautiful.

She raises an eyebrow. "You thought that was a game? I wasn't playing Jesse. You're mine now." She states emphatically, she offers you the apron.

You take it from her but don't follow your orders just yet. You had thought that this whole bitch thing was something you'd do with Fiona during sex or private moments. Fiona was taking this to a whole different level. Were you prepared for this? You look at the apron in your hand and consider everything it represented.

"Fiona...this is a little much don't you think?" You mutter.

Fiona crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one leg. "You fucking needle dick sissy bitch. Strip down and put on that apron. NOW!"

You feel the intensity of her gaze as you stare at the apron. She adds. "Are you my bitch or aren't you? You better fucking decide right now."