Pampered (DD/M)

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:32 pm

As Petra looked at the calendar she noted that the next occasion to celebrate would be her daughter Joanne’s birthday. She wanted to make it special and she had an idea how she could do that. A few months ago Joanne and her sister Samantha had surprised her for Mother’s Day with a full day of fun activities and now it was time to return the favor. Petra closed her eyes and remembered that wonderful day…

…when Petra woke up that morning she slowly opened her eyes to see the smiling faces of her daughters Samantha and Joanne standing on either side of her bed. ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ they sang out loudly ‘surprise!’

‘This is a lovely surprise’ exclaimed Petra ‘come give mom a hug.’

Neither of them moved and the mischievous grins on their faces told Petra that there was something going on that she was missing. ‘Hug me’ she demanded in mock anger and she tried to reach out to them. Her arms wouldn’t move. She looked to see that her wrists had been tied to her bed posts with some of her brightly colored silk scarves.

It was then that Petra realized the blankets were off and she was tied to the bed wearing only her bright red silk nightie. A quick wiggle of her legs confirmed that her ankles were similarly bound. ‘What’s going on here?’ she asked.

Sam said ‘When we let ourselves in this morning to surprise you we noticed that you had left your computer on. Since we hadn’t gotten around to buying you a gift yet we decided to snoop your browser history to see if we could find a gift idea.’

‘I was hoping that you had been doing some online shopping’ said Jo ‘but we weren’t expecting to see what we saw.’

‘In your history the site with the most hits was the TUG Site’ said Sam with a smile ‘and we investigated. I don’t have to tell you that we were quite amused to find out that our dear old mom has a kinky side.’

‘That’s when we got the idea for a TUG Mother’s Day’ said Jo ‘we want to give you your fantasy day.’

‘That’s wonderful’ said Petra with a slightly embarrassed tone ‘but really you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable to know that your boring mom is really a pervert.’

‘Don’t worry about us’ said Sam ‘we read a lot of your stuff and while most of it is pretty extreme we did find a few things that we can tone down and do with you.’

‘So don’t go anywhere’ joked Sam ‘and we’ll be right back.’

The girls skipped out of the room acting more like young children than a pair of women in their twenties. They returned in a few minutes with a tray loaded with a traditional breakfast fry-up.

It included mounds of back bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried bread and toast with butter, sausages, and baked beans. On the side were generous portions of black pudding, and bubble and squeak.

In between stuffing forkfuls of food into their own mouths they took turns feeding Petra. They had great fun taking advantage of her bound situation to do some teasing. In addition to the standard jokes of stuffing too much into her mouth or missing her mouth entirely and making a mess of her face they also relived their childhood.

“Choo choo, open up, here comes the train” said Sam waving the fork in front of Petra’s mouth. Petra also was treated to many of the other nursery rhymes that she had used to make meal time more amusing for them when they were young. The girls giggled at the thought of their mom liking bondage and they had many questions most of which were answered with “none of your business”.

Petra shared a little with them about how it excited her to be helpless and how it aroused her to be at the mercy of her captor. She found that once she started to talk the girls got more serious and listened intently as they realized that this was something that Petra was passionate about.

When the conversation got around to mom’s foot fetish the girl’s had more to say as they both had slight ones of their own but nothing that approached the extremity that Petra enjoyed. As every woman does they liked to pamper their feet but the thought of the torture and torment that mom desired was a little unsettling to them and the topic was quickly closed.

After breakfast the girls cleared away the dishes and Petra was surprised when they placed a colorfully wrapped box on the bed because they had said that they hadn’t gotten her a gift. Then Petra noticed that the wrapping paper was her own from a roll that she had bought for a birthday gift. They had also hastily scribbled a homemade card and it reminded her of when they were little.

‘Well open it’ they teased knowing full well that she couldn’t ‘oh dear, if you can’t open it then it must be for us!’ Petra wondered what they had found in the house that could be considered a suitable gift for such an odd occasion.

Jo eagerly ripped the paper off of the gift and Sam opened the box deliberately holding it so that Petra couldn’t see the contents. Their eyes went wide in mock surprise and Sam dramatically said ‘Whatever are these for?’ ‘I wonder’ added Jo.

They both reached into the box and pulled out long red feathers, holding them up for Petra to see. ‘You pulled my duster apart!’ she exclaimed ‘You two will be buying me a new one.’

Sam looked at Jo, Jo looked at Petra and then back at Sam. With a grin Jo said ‘Shall we?’ ‘Yes’ replied Sam ‘I think we shall.’

The box was tossed aside and each girl stood and marched military style to the foot of the bed holding the feathers up ceremoniously in front of themselves.

‘Ready’ declared Sam.

‘Aim’ instructed Jo.

‘Fire’ they both announced.

The assault began on the soles of Petra’s feet with both attackers targeting her arches first. It wasn’t often that Petra had both feet assailed at the same time but to a connoisseur of tickling there were obvious differences in technique. Jo had a teasing gentle touch while Sam preferred a bolder aggressive stroke. Each method was effective in its own way and Petra howled with laughter.

There was something about their affectionate attack that made it so much more enjoyable than the usual tickling as foreplay that typically leads to more erotic interaction. Without the emotional burden of an imminent intimate encounter Petra was free to just take pleasure in their tickling for tickling sake.

Synchronized by some unseen signal they made a coordinated effort as they switched from arches to toes and then back again to Petra’s heels. Not a millimeter of her exposed feet were exempt from their attention.

The onslaught ended when Petra declared ‘I have to pee and I am not joking.’

In the spirit of fair play they agreed to a time out and after Petra had taken care of her needs she allowed herself to be tied up again.

The feathers were put aside and the girls then administered a long relaxing pedicure followed by some tender massage and finishing up with the obligatory painting of the toe nails.

Leaving her tied to the bed and not consulting her in any way the girls went through Petra’s wardrobe and began to look for some suitable outfits for the remainder of the day. Soon the floor was littered with three piles. The first was outdated clothes that “simply had to go” in their opinion. The second pile was clothes suitable for work but not for socializing and the third pile was a varied assortment of evening wear, lingerie and a few items they considered “totally skanky”.

After making their selections they had some time to make Petra “presentable”. They untied her from the bed, removed her slip and allowed her to shower. Jo handed her a pair of skimpy black lace panties and told her ‘No bra yet, I have plans for those puppies’ hinting that there was something in store for Petra’s boobs. Then they tied her to the chair at the make-up table. They fussed over her hair and her make-up and soon Petra’s appearance met their satisfaction. Petra had to agree that when they were done she looked gorgeous.

The last thing that Jo did had Petra wondering but when she saw the result she was amazed. Using some soft brushes and several shades of blush Jo went to work on Petra’s cleavage. When she was done she had created a 3D effect that had transformed that wonderful little valley into a bottomless pit ready to swallow up anyone who came too close.

Next they untied her again and dressed her up in her nicest white lace sun dress with a pair of red high heeled sandals. After overhearing Sam make reservations for lunch Petra thought that the rest of the day might go a bit more normally but she was mistaken. The girls had really embraced the bondage theme of the day and weren’t about to stop now.

Before exiting the house Jo hand cuffed Petra’s wrists in front of her and then draped a sweater over the bound hands to hide them. They then got into Sam’s car and went to the café to eat. They made one quick stop along the way at a jewelers where Jo ran in quickly and emerged with a small box. As Petra got out of the car at the restaurant Jo opened the box and revealed a pair of pretty silver anklets which she clasped onto each of Petra’s ankles.

‘Now that we know how much your feet mean to you’ she said ‘we are going to have fun shopping for you. Happy Mother’s day.’

They entered the café and were shown to their seats. Petra was nervous about being cuffed but all went well until the waitress offered to take her sweater. ‘Best to leave it’ said Sam ‘she’s always getting a chill.’

Jo discretely removed the cuffs and Petra was relieved that she would be able to eat unfettered…or so it seemed for a moment. Jo “accidently” dropped her napkin and when she ducked down to retrieve it Petra felt a tug on her ankles. She looked down to see that Jo had snapped a small silver padlock onto the anklets binding her feet together.

‘Isn’t that a pretty set’ she said ‘you would be surprised how many jewelers carry them.’

The meal was wonderful. Once the girls gave up on trying to get Petra to reveal the intimate details of her bondage trysts, which she reluctantly refused to do, they were charming and witty and spoke of everything but bondage as they begrudgingly respected her privacy.

For many years Mother’s Day hadn’t been much more than a phone call or the occasional card and flowers. This day was fantastic and gathering clues from some of the vague comments Sam and Jo made it wasn’t over yet. From the café they went to a small theater on the artsy side of town for a matinee of Fifty Shades of Burlesque, a bawdy bondage themed musical review.

When one of the numbers requested audience volunteers Petra wasn’t surprised when her girls pushed her towards the stage. Two large, handsome, muscular black men carried her onto the stage and tied her spread eagle between two posts where a scantily clad dominatrix with flaming red hair flogged her with a soft felt whip while singing an obscure Go-Go’s song called Fun With Ropes.

The slight resistance that Petra offered to being carried off was purely theatrical. The moment she entered the dark cabaret she had hoped to somehow satisfy her desire to be bound in public, a fetish which the girls weren’t aware of…yet. The men returned Petra to her seat with her wrists and ankles bound and a ball gag in her mouth. The girls left her like that until the show was over and she didn’t mind at all.

Next it was off to a museum which Petra thought was a strange destination until the girls took her into a gloomy looking gallery which featured an exhibition of mediaeval restraints and torture devices. As she wandered through fascinated by the racks and stocks the girls followed at a respectful distance not wanting to encroach on her dreams.

‘We read a lot of bizarre and disturbing things on that site’ said Sam ‘but we wanted to see for ourselves what the attraction was. I can’t say that I’m going to try it myself but I can see the fascination of giving yourself up to the control of another.’

Part of the exhibit was a few reproduction pieces that the public could try. Petra had the girl’s chain, buckle or strap her into all of them and just the look on her face told the girls that mom was thrilled. Petra’s favorite was a pair of double wooden stocks that she had to kneel down in. On the top a yoke immobilized her neck and wrists and on the bottom another held her ankles while the soles of her feet were exposed to whatever sort of abuse her captors chose for their unfortunate victim.

The girls refused to use one of the exhibits nasty looking floggers on her feet and after snapping a few dozen keepsake photos of their mother in restraint they bought her a souvenir whip at the gift shop that was meant to be a toy but when Petra gave it a few swishes they realized that it had real potential.

‘Just don’t expect to get stocks like that for Mother’s Day next year’ added Sam with a nervous laugh.

Supper was another event with Petra tied to her chair with Sam’s belt. It was amazing how such a simple restraint could be so enjoyable. Even Petra’s slightest attempt to move in her chair was prevented and it felt great. With her chair backed against the wall none of the other patrons were going to notice and Petra was almost disappointed that the girl’s efforts were so secret.

During supper each of the girls excused themselves a few times to make phone calls. Petra wondered what they could possibly be planning to do next.

After supper they visited a fetish boutique and by this time Petra had lost all inhibitions about showing her true cravings in front of her daughters. She tried on quite a few outfits and finally settled on a pair of knee high black leather boots with stiletto heels, red fishnet stockings, a very short black leather shirt, a red mesh tank top (with no brassiere, the first time the girls were actually shocked that day) and a small black leather vest that did little to hide the assets showing through the top.

As she turned in front of the mirror to admire herself she said ‘It’s a shame that I’ll only get to wear it in the privacy of my bedroom, it’s not the sort of thing one wears to the office.’

‘Oh there are other places to wear it’ said Jo as she pulled Petra’s hands around behind her.

‘Your day is not over yet’ said Sam as she snapped the handcuffs on.

The girls flipped a coin to see which one would get to apply the last item to complete the outfit. Sam won and strapped a thick bit gag between Petra’s lips. They paid an outrageous sum for their purchases and marched their bound and gagged mother out to the car.

After a short drive they pulled up in front a club called Tie One On. Petra had heard of it. It was a BDSM club where people could go to meet likeminded individuals. They walked her to the door and turned her over to the Maître D who took her by the arm.

Petra mmphed at the girls. Jo said ‘Sorry mom, this is where we stop, that’s no place for us, not yet anyways.’ ‘We’ll be back for her at midnight’ Sam told the Maître D ‘make sure she has fun.’

Re: Pampered (DD/M)

Postby LordNelson » Wed Jun 22, 2016 6:40 pm

I wrote this story for my dear friend Petra and she sent back an epilogue that has potential for a continuance of the story.

Part 1 - Epilog

At midnight Jo came back to Tie One On as she promised. The Maître D instantly recognized her and gave her a ticket, pointing her in the direction of the cloakroom. Puzzled, Jo handed the ticket in and was presented with Petra’s new boots and fishnets. As she turned she saw her mother standing by the door, now barefoot but otherwise dressed in her new slutty clothes, still gagged and cuffed but with the addition of a leather blindfold and collar. Holding a chain attached to that collar was a woman who looked a little older than Jo. She was dressed entirely in black, a short skirt and stiletto boots which matched her mop of collar length jet black hair. Even with those scary heels she was barely as tall as the barefoot Petra.

"Jo?" The woman said.

"Yes" replied Jo 'that's me.' The woman handed the lead to Jo and then turned to kiss Petra on her gagged mouth.

Walking back to the car where Sam was waiting Jo had a fairly one sided chat with her mum. "Seems like you have a new friend. Did, you get her number?"

"Mmph” Petra nodded and tried to look down. Jo turned and for the first time saw something under her mum's leather vest. Written on her right boob in what looked like eyeliner was a mobile telephone number.
Last edited by LordNelson on Thu Jun 23, 2016 1:42 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Pampered (DD/M)

Postby petraspeds » Wed Jun 22, 2016 9:06 pm

Thank you so much.