"Ok Mom, I trust you."

You let your mother lead you by the arm, following her down the hall towards her room. As she walks in front of you, you watch the thin fabric of her dress dance across her ass and the small of her back as her hips trace lazy twirls of feminine grace. It suddenly dawns on you that her dress has a long slit down the back. Through the opening you can see flashes of black lettering across your mom's lower back. You've never noticed it before and wonder if it might be a knew tattoo, but you're too caught up in the moment to ask.

As she finally comes to a stop in front of the door of her bedroom you can see the jewelry hanging from her ankle. Dancing from a thin gold chain is a black spade, like the symbol from playing cards. You don't recognize any significance to it, and figure that it might be a good luck charm.

She looks into your eyes before asking: "Okay honey one last thing. You need to put on this blindfold before we go inside, so that we can get everything set up perfectly"

She holds out a black satin blindfold; its clear one you put that on you won't be able to see at all and will be completely at her mercy.