Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Fri Apr 04, 2014 3:26 pm

I always used to think that being helpless and captive was when you were bound, gagged and blindfolded, you were being teased and tormented by someone and unable to do anything about it. Only now do I realise that it means being bound and gagged, struggling against your bonds in a most desperate attempt to gain your freedom, yet knowing with a sinking feeling in your heart that you are going to fail.

Part 1

However, perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Iris Ball, I am twenty eight years old with long blond curly hair, green eyes and medium height. I’m plump, although my sixteen year old daughter Jodi always says that I’m buxom and look great. She’s just trying to talk my spirits up when she says this, though. To be more accurate at this point I should mention that Jodi is my stepdaughter and she is nearly as tall as me but slim, long straight black hair, and blue eyes.

How does a woman end with a stepdaughter who is only twelve years younger than her? It would be best if I tell you the story as it does have a relevance to my present and dire predicament.

When I was fifteen, I started to babysit for Ian and Barbara Ball, taking care of their three year old daughter Jodi. There were never any problems as Jodi was always well behaved, eating her food, going to bed at the appointed time, and she only made a moderate mess when she played with her toys.

It was on one of these evenings that Barbara had arrived home an hour early, as she had become bored with the meeting that Ian had to attend. She was slim, black hair, blue eyes, taller than I was, and she was wearing a delightful black cocktail dress with black high heeled shoes. I was in jeans, t shirt and trainers, and I was reading to Jodi as her mother walked into the room and sat down in one of the armchairs.

She explained to me just how loathsome the meeting had been and that she had to get away before she screamed at the how tedious it was, which caused me to respond about how it is always nice and quiet when babysitting. As a joke, I added that at least Barbara didn’t come back to her house to find a kidnapped babysitter who was all bound and gagged this evening.

The tone of her voice caught my attention and sent a thrill down my spine as much as the actual words when she replied that the evening wasn’t over yet and there was still time for me to end up in that situation. Perhaps I should explain that I adore tying up games and I used to play them regularly until I had to move to this town with my foster-parents at the beginning of last year. I had been unable to find someone new to play these games with, so I had come to terms with no longer getting ted up. However, here was Jodi’s mother who was suggesting that I could end up tied and gagged as a captive babysitter, and my heart was racing as I formulated my response.

I was worried that I would trip over my words when I said that the only person here who could kidnap me was Barbara and I was sure that I could get out of anything that she could put me into. After a few seconds, she said that if I escaped from being tied up then she would triple my pay for the evening but that I would be too scared to be put to the test, so I stood up, put my hands behind my back and challenged her to tie me up. Barbra turned to her daughter and asked her if the babysitter should be kidnapped for an hour, to which Jodi giggled and nodded.

I continued to stand there as Barbara left the room, returning a minute later, and I was amazed as I felt rope encircling my wrists, before the cord was cinched and knotted. My elbows were pulled together and bound, followed by my ankles and just below my knees. A handkerchief was rolled up, inserted into my mouth and a scarf was placed over my lips with the ends tied at the back of my neck which created an effective gag. She helped me to sit down own the settee before picking up Jodi (Who had been giggling and clapping her hands while I had been made captive) and taking her upstairs to her bedroom, while I attempted to free myself from my captivity in the living room.

It only took a few moments to realise that Barbara was very proficient and binding and gagging a captive, and my futile actions let me know that she was as good as any teenager that had previously tied me up. After about ten minutes had passed, she entered the living room and sat down on my left before explaining that she and her husband were into bondage, and that she had guessed that I liked being a helpless captive due to my response to ‘damsel in distress’ scenes on the television. Barbara said that there was no need to worry as anything sexual stayed between her and her husband, but if I wanted she would place me in strict bondage for an hour or so after each babysitting session as an extra reward.

After an hour, Ian arrived home and Barbara explained what had happened while I sat bound and gagged on the sofa. I was released from my captivity and thanked Barbara, before Ian drove me home and thanked me for allowing his wife to tie me up.

It seemed after this evening that I was always babysitting for the Ball family and ending up in non-sexual bondage at the end of the evening. There were also times when Ian was going out and Barbara invited me over, so I could end up spending several hours as her bound and gagged captive.


It was after the tragedy that things changed. I had been babysitting and getting tied up for about a year, when Barbara was walking down a road and a man in a car who had more alcohol than blood in his veins was travelling in the opposite direction. I started to spend more time with Jodi than I did before, so that Ian could continue his work and he was very thankful for the help that I provided.

I was seventeen and babysitting for Jodi one evening, when Ian returned from one of his meetings to notice a sad look on Jodi’s face. When he asked her what was the matter, she said that it was also unfair on me because mum wasn’t her to ‘kidnap’ me anymore, and that she was sure that mum would want him to kidnap me. Ian seemed to be unsure about this, but his daughter kept saying that it would be okay, at which point I mentioned that if it made Jodi happy then we should do it.

The was a big smile from Jodi as he went upstairs to bring down the ropes and scarves which were used to place me in secure bondage on the settee, and the expression on her face made it seem as if it was Christmas when he picked up a scarf and blindfolded me with it. There was a thank you to her father as she was carried upstairs so she could get some sleep, and I was feeling thrilled like never before as I squirmed on the couch, knowing that I would helpless and at his mercy when I returned.

I felt him sit to my right after he returned, his arms went around my body and he cuddled me as he pulled me onto his lap, so in response I tilted my head back, parting my cleave-gagged lips in the process. His lips pressed against mine, and I was kissed and cuddled for some time before he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, where all our subsequent ‘Babysitter Kidnapping’ games ended.

It wasn’t long before I moved in with him, so that I could help with bringing up Jodi but I didn’t neglect my A-level studies while I was helping out. My foster-parents were very supportive of my actions, as I had changed from girl who was being raised to a young woman who was helping to raise someone else, and they even helped out whenever they could.

It was just after I passed my A-level results with flying colours that Ian suffered his first fainting episode and at my urging he went to his doctor so that it could be checked. After a battery of test had been conducted, it was confirmed that Ian had an inoperable brain tumour, and the life expectancy was three to seven years. He was more concerned about Jodi’s future than about what was going to happen to him, and he knew that as soon as he died his money-grabbing relatives would only be interested in his daughter for the money, as he had become very wealthy.

Ironically, it was Jodi that gave Ian the solution to the problem when she said that if he was married, the wife would get everything and take care of her as well. Ian said that he wasn’t married though, to which his daughter said that he could marry me, and she trusted me over anyone else on the planet. There were a lot of discussions over this, but Ian and I both ending up agreeing with each other about Jodi’s observations, and we arranged to get married. His side of the family didn’t turn up for the wedding, but my foster parents and their family did, to which Jodi remarked about who really supported her and her father.

We had five wonderful years, but there was always a tinge of sadness as we all knew how it was going to end. Jodi and I lost a wonderful man when she was eleven, and I dedicated my life to bringing up my daughter, having cards printed explaining our situation so that I could hand them out to people who gave me withering looks for being a twenty three year old woman with an eleven year old daughter.

A year later, my daughter and I were watching the television when a crime show started, and Jodi’s reaction to the programme was incredible when one of the lead female characters was bound and gagged by the villain of the week. She was agape with her eyes glued to the screen, so I paused the episode in order to ask her if she wanted to be like the lady in the programme, and Jodi blushed as she nodded. It only took a minute for me to fetch some ropes and a scarf from upstairs and it wasn’t long before my daughter was bound and gagged on the settee, with the programme running. She was smiling under her gag and I hadn’t seen her so happy since the death of her father.

Soon, my daughter wanted to be tied up on a regular basis, and I taught her the safe, effective ways of applying rope and tying knots, just in case she ever wanted to tie someone up. She decided that it was unfair that I was always tying her up, and I should spend some of the times as a kidnapped heroine, which led to me ending up bound and gagged quite often. One time she mentioned that it was a pity that both of us couldn’t be tied so I searched in the internet for information on how to do this, and after this some of our games involved situations where we were both bound and gagged. When the days got hot, we took to wearing our swimsuits in the house, and once Jodi had been tied up in her blue one piece, she didn’t want to be tied up in any other piece of clothing.

One thing that did worry me about my daughter was that she didn’t develop into puberty when her friends did. When we visited the doctor, he checked up and found that her mother had been a late developer as well, so all I had to do was wait, but I did give her the talk about sex and to be very careful once she did develop. I was relieved when Jodi came to me about half of the year through her fifteenth year when she told me that the changes had started which showed that she was turning into a young woman.

Her sixteenth birthday was in early March on a Sunday and I decided to make it a special day, so I told her on the evening before that she would be spending the entire day in bondage except for the necessary breaks. She rose bright and early on Sunday in a new blue one-piece swimsuit and walked straight into the living room so that she could be bound and gagged. As I tied her up in the living room, she mentioned that she felt more excited and thrilled every new time that she was tied up, and she asked if it was due to her becoming a young lady. I answered that it was, and as my daughter lay on the floor in her bondage, she seemed to be almost ecstatic in her struggles.

Because there had been no men in her family life since her father died, and she had developed far later than other girls, there had never been the talk about improper family relationships. Plus, she always referred to me as Iris or The Babysitter, never as mum (Even though I thought of her as my daughter), and I always respected that since she lost her mother at a young age. Jodi was developing fast though, and I decided that in early April that I would lay new rules concerning conduct in our bondage games so that things don’t go too far.

This proved to be a bad mistake on my part, as I didn’t know what my daughter had planned for me on the Friday night before Mother’s day...
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother

Postby gaggednbarefoot » Fri Apr 04, 2014 11:51 pm

I do like the way this story is going
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.

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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 05, 2014 2:24 am

very good start of story as always.
Andrew
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 1

Postby SelenaGfan » Sat Apr 05, 2014 3:38 am

I also like where this is going since it would not be incest.More please cheers

Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 2

Postby skybird137 » Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:18 am

Part 2

Before I tell the tale on what happened on that Friday night, I should mention that my time with my biological ‘parents’ left me with the principals that I would never lie or deceive any of my children and I would keep my promises, no matter what it would cost me or what the temptation would be. It never even passed my mind that such high ideals could turn out to be a trap in themselves, but I was going to find out.

I was in the kitchen in jeans and t shirt, when I heard the front door open and close later than usual on the Friday evening, and there were footsteps going upstairs which indicated that my daughter had returned, but I didn’t say anything as I knew where she had visited before coming home. Right now there will be fresh flowers on her parents’ graves and a Mothers’ Day card for Barbara, and I think that it will be best to wait until Jodi composes herself and comes back down. There’s a salad in the fridge as I guessed that she would be out for a while longer, and I will know if she wants to be placed in bondage if she walks into the living room with her one piece.

It was about half-an-hour later when Jodi walked into the living room and she was wearing black trousers and a black sweater, which surprised me, but we hugged and greeted before I brought in the evening meal.

“I didn’t expect to see you dressed like this, Jodi. I thought that you would be wearing your bondage bathing suit.” As said as we began eating

Jodi giggled in response at my comment. “Iris, I thought that seeing as you have taken care of me for so long I must give you an extra special treat for this Mother’s Day Friday. I’m dressed like this so that I will be a home intruder and you are the poor lady who ends up bound, gagged and helpless.”

“So, what should I be wearing when I am taken prisoner?”

“How about wearing your red bondage bikini, with the red halter dress on top.”

“I’ll look plump in that outfit!” I said as I imagined what I would look like with the strict bonds encircling my body.

“Babysitter, you always look gorgeous in that outfit, and I hope someday to half as beautiful as you.”

I blushed at my daughters comment, but it made me feel warm that she considered me to be so pretty, even though she was going to end up being more beautiful in the end.

“So how is this game going to play out?” I said as I speared a large lettuce leaf.

“Once you come back down stairs, I will enter as the criminal. Your arms will be bound, you will be blindfolded and I will take you upstairs where the binding will be finished and you will be gagged. After that, I will use my evil criminal skills to torment you in order to find out where you keep your valuables, and you will be released at eleven o’clock. Is this acceptable?”

The idea of being my daughter’s helpless captive in bondage thrilled me to the core, so I said “This is great. I agree to be completely at your mercy.”

There was another giggle from Jodi before she said “How about something to make you not want to let me know where the valuables are? How about if you nod your head when I ask you to tell me, you have to spend twenty four hours obeying everything I say and I can do whatever I want?”

I should have listened carefully at this point, but the idea that I could spend a day in bondage, just by surrendering to my daughter sounded so wonderful. “If I nod when you ask me for the information, I will do whatever you say, and you are in full control of me until the same time on the next evening.”

The light meal was finished after another ten minutes and we both worked together doing the washing up and putting the dishes away before going upstairs. I went to the toilets for a break as I was going to be helpless for some time tonight, while my daughter went to her room in order to prepare her equipment. After I had finished my necessary actions, I went into my bedroom and stripped myself of my clothes and black underwear, before putting on my red string bikini and my red halter dress which was buttoned together at the back of my neck and came half way down my thighs.

As I made my way back downstairs and sat down on the settee in the living room, little thrills ran down my spine in anticipation of the entertainment to come and I picked up a book, opening it at a random page in pretence of being preoccupied in the story.

“Put the book on the table and then place your hands in the air!”

I turned to see my daughter with a black ski mask over her face, a large cloth bag in her left hand and a toy gun in her right. The book was placed on the coffee table and I raised my hands above my head in an act of surrender to this ‘evil intruder’.

“I’ll do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me.” I said as I played the helpless captive, adding a mock tinge of fear to my voice.

“I won’t hurt you if you obey my orders. Now, turn to the right, put your hands together back you back with your palms pressed against each other, and close your eyes.”

I turned to the right, knowing that this was because it would be easier for my daughter to bind my arm before closing my eyes and lowering my hands and placing them together behind my back. There was a pressure to my left on the settee, the sound of rustling and my heart raced as I felt the winding of rope around my wrists which indicated the start of my captivity. This rope was tightened as my daughter wound cinching coils between my wrists, which was secured by an effective knot that was tied out of the reach of my fingers

“What are you doing to me?”

“Making sure that you will be unable to escape while I search your house for jewellery.” There was another sound, as if cloth was moving against cloth, and a moment later the pressure against my eyelids told me that a cloth was being used to blindfold me. The ends of the strip were taken around to the back of my head where they were tied together, ensuring my helplessness.

This is unexpected, I’ve never had this happen before. I must admit that I squealed a little as my elbows were pulled together behind my back for the first time and several ropes were wound around my forearms, just below the joint. The following cinches drew my elbows into a position where they almost touched and the knot ensured that my arms were locked into a parallel position. There was the pressure of rope around my waist and forearms and the cinches locked my lower arms against my back, but I was distracted by the effect that my bound elbows had on my breasts. They were forced forward due to the new position of my upper body, and my bikini top was rubbing against my nipples with every little movement that I made, eliciting feelings of pleasure in my mounds.

I hope that it doesn’t become too obvious that I am enjoying this. It was the turn of my upper body to be bound with four loops wound just below my breasts with another four at the top. The cinching between chest and arms made the rope very tight, but my daughter added something new when she took the rope over my right shoulder, down between my breasts, looped it around the rope below my breasts, and brought it back over my left shoulder. The end of the rope was pulled tight, fastened to the middle of my back, and I couldn’t help but sigh as I experienced the added sensations that the new rope was providing me, especially with the rope pushing up against the underneath of my breasts. Even breathing in and out teased and tantalised me in my bondage.

“Well Mrs Ball, I can see that my chest ropes are providing you with some interesting entertainment.”

Oh my, it must be clear how I am feeling with these bonds. I knew that the tight new ropes would have stretched my paper-thin dress, and the shape my nipples must be obvious under the material, so I just blushed and nodded. By the way, when we play these types of games my daughter always calls me Mrs. Ball.

“Stand up and I’ll guide you to the bottom of the stairs.”

I followed the instructions of my daughter and she led me out of the living room until my pressed against a hard surface which indicated that I was at the stairs. “Now climb up.”

It was at this time that I decided to put up a mock protest, as I was enjoying playing the game so much. “Please, I can’t climb the stairs. My hands are bound behind me and I can’t see.” I was surprised by what happened next.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow!” My daughter had just spanked me hard on the bottom, and it smarted. I did remember that I told her to be more forceful when I put up a struggle, so I guessed that I was getting the five star treatment tonight.

“Go upstairs, unless you want me to smack you again, Mrs. Ball.”

“Okay, I’m going upstairs. Just don’t let me fall down.” I lifted my right foot up and placed it on the first step, taking care in my movements as my balance was limited by my bondage. The next step was reached with my left foot, and it wasn’t long before I made my way to the top step. After a few seconds at the top of the stairs, I was taken to the large bedroom by my daughter and she instructed me to sit down on the edge of the large brass bed, which I did without question.

The joy and thrill of being in bondage increased when my daughter looped cord around my ankles, cinching and knotting it off so that I was even more helpless. This was followed by a rope around my legs just below the knees, above the knees, and at the mid-thigh, and I felt wonderful as the bonds pressed into my bare skin.

All that remained was for me to be gagged, but I was puzzled as to why my daughter was opening my cupboard drawers, as she should have everything that she needed to place me in bondage. I forgot about this when Jodi stepped in front of me and I felt lips press against mine for a moment, causing me to open my mouth in shock.

You kissed me, you just kissed me on the lips.

“Open wider for your gag, Mrs Ball.”

I did so as a reflex action, as I had always done before, expecting a rolled piece off cotton to be inserted into my mouth before a cleave or over-the-mouth gag was used to secure it in place. This time, instead of plain cotton, it seemed that the material was much softer with some kind of decoration, and after a moment, I realised with shock what it was.

Panties! You’ve stuffed a pair of my panties into my mouth! This revelation stunned me for a moment, so instead of trying to spit my panties out, they were forced further to the back as a large rubber ball was inserted between my teeth.

My ball-gag. How did you find out where my ball-gag was hidden? Wait, maybe you bought it and it might not be mine.

The latter idea was discounted a few moments later when the straps were taken around to the back of my neck and the two pieces of leather were buckled together, pulling the ball even further back and distending my lips. “It’s a good thing that there are extra holes in here, otherwise this gag would have been too loose.”

It is my gag, Ian put those holes in when the straps proved to be too long.

There was the sound of something being wheeled over the floor, which I guessed would be the full length mirror that was placed in one side of the bedroom.

“Stand up, Mrs, Ball.”

I did so, and I could feel my daughter behind me as she untied the knot that held my blindfold in place. The cloth was pulled away and I stared at myself in the mirror with Jodi behind with the mask still covering her face. There was no denying that I had been silenced with my own gag, and the red ball forced my jars wide apart, and my nipples were sticking up and on view to my daughter.

With a flourish, my daughter pulled the ski mask from her head, saying “I am Cassandra the cat burglar, and you are going to tell me where your valuables are.”

Cassandra the cat burglar? Oh my God, that’s the last erotic bondage fantasy that I wrote down on my laptop. How did you manage to read it? You can’t be playing it out, please. If you do, it will mean that you will do things to me that no daughter can ever do to her mother!

At this point, I started to scream and struggle for dear life, but my cries were turned into pitiful whines by my gag, while I just wriggled where I stood with my hands moving in all directions. As my daughter smiled, I understood that trying to get her to free me in this way was going to be futile, as I appeared to be doing what was in the fantasy. There was no chance of escape, and I knew that even though I wanted to get out of this I will be forced to accept my approaching fate, just as a damsel tied to a railway track stares at the oncoming locomotive.

In that moment I discovered the true meaning of helplessness.

“There’s plenty of time, so I’m in no hurry about finding out.” My daughter said as she knelt in front of me and embraced my upper legs with her arms. “After all, I am a cat, and cats like to play.” Her next action confirmed my worst fears about what Jodi had read as she leaned her head forward and planted a kiss on my mound of Venus, which I felt through my dress and bikini bottom.

I didn’t know what shocked me more at this moment, the forbidden act of my daughter, or the fact that it generated a small but definite feeling of pleasure in my loins...
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 2

Postby SelenaGfan » Sun Apr 06, 2014 2:52 am

Love it,Thanks.

Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 2

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun Apr 06, 2014 4:16 am

Hello the again intensive part. The would have talk about after it. It look to me that Jodi never as mother, perhaps only friend or even girlfriend. For Iris is an case a form incest, even could judicial no incest.
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 2

Postby Janbound » Sun Apr 06, 2014 5:46 am

My daughters have never been that intimate in bondage (or not in bondage) however there is something of a thrill being tied up gagged and blindfolded by angela and Kat when I am in nothing but a tight top and short skirt. then left thta way for hours, maybe teased a little until my life partner comes home from late shift :tied: :tickle: :gag:

Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 2

Postby Sealherlips » Sun Apr 06, 2014 9:50 am

Great story Skybird! Looking forward to more!

Janbound wrote:My daughters have never been that intimate in bondage (or not in bondage) however there is something of a thrill being tied up gagged and blindfolded by angela and Kat when I am in nothing but a tight top and short skirt. then left thta way for hours, maybe teased a little until my life partner comes home from late shift :tied: :tickle: :gag:


Any stories of them tying you and teasing you? And how do they tease you?

Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Sun Apr 06, 2014 1:47 pm

Part 3

My mind was in a turmoil as Jodi stood up and pushed me back so that I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, and a length of cord bound my ankles to the bottom to the bedpost at the foot of the bed so that I would be unable to move from my present position.

“Don’t go anywhere while I check the rest of the house for valuables.” Jodi said as she walked out of the room, leaving me to stew on the bed and unable to do anything but wait for her return. Looking around the room, I had no way of telling how much time would pass before she would be back as all of the clocks had been covered.

How did you find out about my fantasy story, Jodi?

My mind went back to the events of last Saturday afternoon when I had written down my latest erotic tale. My daughter had seen another adventure movie, and the result of this was that she ended up in secure bondage, wearing her one piece swimsuit. I had just finished typing ‘Cassandra and the Cat Burglar’ on my laptop when the phone rang, so I went over to answer the call, which proved to be from my foster-parents. They were taking care of two ten year old children and the girl had injured herself by falling off a swing, so they needed me to babysit the boy so that the girl to be taken to the hospital. My daughter looked up at me from her notebook as she communicated in a chatroom, and it always amazed me how she could attach a USB keyboard and type with her hands bound together behind her back.

I looked at the screen and she had typed “Go Iris, I will be okay here. Help your parents.” so I hugged her, gave her a peck on the cheek and I told her that I should be home in a few hours. When my parents returned from the hospital with the good news that the child was only bruised, I made my way home so make sure that Jodi was okay, but I couldn’t remember if I left the story on the screen. After I arrived back, I walked into the living room, saw Jodi asleep on the settee and I checked my laptop to discover that the screen was locked and waiting for my password. I was glad that I had secured my device, even though I couldn’t remember doing it, but then I was in a hurry to get to my foster-parents house. My daughter was woken up and we ate an evening meal before checking what movies were on soon.

At the end of my story, I had written “If only I could have a bondage adventure like this in real life. I just wish that this would happen.” and it was only now that I realised what had happened last Saturday when I was away. Contrary to what I thought, I hadn’t locked my screen, and my daughter must have hopped over in order to see what I had written, especially my wish for this to happen to me. It would have been no problem for her to attach her keyboard, access the memory, copy the files to her device and lock the screen so that it seemed as if I had made my laptop safe. There was a passage in the fantasy where the burglar discovers my ball-gag, and this mentions the precise location of the box in the cupboard which explains how easy it was for Jodi to find it.

There is an old saying that goes “Be careful what you wish for, as you may get it.” but I never thought that it would come true, and to me of all people. Jodi is doing this to me because she thinks that I want it, and looking back I realised that I had never installed any kind of incest taboo in her, so that she has no idea why this is wrong.

Any protests I make along with my struggles will just convince her that I am playing along with the fantasy, and surrendering will provide no relief as I will spend another twenty four hours in bondage. The fact was that even if I made it to eleven o’clock and avoided the twenty four hour forfeit, as a genuine helpless bondage captive I will still have to endure the incestuous acts that my daughter will be performing. There was no way out for me and I was stuck in this dire situation, trapped by Jodi who thinks that she has my best interest at heart.

Oh, but you aren’t stuck.

Oh great, now I am talki- thinking to myself. I am stuck though, I cannot get free.

You have an easy way to get free, all you need to do is pretend that you are going to be il and Jodi will immediately remove your gag.

But I will be lying to my daughter!

It would only be a little white lie, and surely this is far more trivial than you getting involved in an incestuous clinch with Jodi.

Trivial? There is nothing trivial about lying, I found that out when I was a child and I have vowed never to treat my daughter in this way.

You’ll only be fooling Jodi a little, and it is such a small lie…

No! I will not lie to my daughter or deceive her, I will never lie or deceive her.

I suppose that you will keep to the twenty four hour agreement, if you have to surrender to your incest driven captor, rather than break your promise.

I will never break my promise unless it is completely out of my control!

So, what is holding you prisoner? The ropes? Jodi? Who was it that encouraged such a close relationship? Who has got her daughter involved with regular bondage games? Who left the story on the screen? And who considers a little white lie and a little deception more important than what is supposed to be incestuous acts?

You can’t tell me that I have to accept between deception and lying, or incest?

It is your choice to make, you are not stuck and powerless. You have a choice concerning what to do, so do not pretend that you are the victim in this. You can get free at any time, so if you remain in this situation, it is a decision that you have made. Also, is it just about morals?

How can it be about anything other than morals?

if you allow Jodi to enact this fantasy, she will think that she is doing you a great service, and you will be the only one who suffers. If you lie and deceive her, she will suffer. It is as much about either hurting her, or hurting yourself.

It was a shock to realise that it wasn’t my daughter that held me captive, nor the rope that bound me, but my own moral feelings about being honest. I was the one who considered the situation to be wrong, not Jodi, but I felt that my actions to escape would be even more wrong. I just hoped that her behaviour tonight would not cause me to sacrifice my highest principals as she performs incestuous acts on me.

By the way, you do know that what Jodi will be doing to you is not actually ince-

My train of thought in speaking to myself was interrupted by the opening of the bedroom door and the entry of my daughter into the bedroom. “I haven’t found your jewellery yet. It would be easier for you if you just surrendered and told me.”

For a few seconds, scenarios slipped into my head of fooling Jodi into freeing me and for a moment I was tempted to lie to the young lady that I had raised for the past ten years. When I realised what I was planning to do, it left me even more shocked than the idea of what was going to happen to me tonight. My brainstorm session while Jodi was away had made my predicament clear to me, and I knew that I had made my choice in accepting Jodi’s enactment of my fantasy.

“Are you going to tell me where the jewellery is, or do I have to take further measures?”

I hesitated for a second, and then shook my head with some vigour, and I had decided that if I have to play this part, I would fight and struggle as much as possible, even though I knew what the next step was. My daughter knelt down and untied the cord that bound my ankles to the bottom of the bedpost, and I was made to stand so that the bed was to my left, while my daughter went to the cupboard and picked up a particular slipper.

It was the spanking slipper that I use to punish my daughter with.

Before any of you think that I am a cruel mother, I will explain that keeping a slipper for this purpose was Jodi’s idea and she is the only one who has the right to choose such a harsh punishment, as she said that it clears the air whenever she stepped out of line. I never choose as to when it is used, it is the decision of my daughter.

Even though Ian had given me some strong and erotic spankings when we were married, it was going to be the first time that I was going to be slippered and it was going to be at the hands of my daughter, who sat down on the bed in front of me.

“Do you wish to reconsider your decision?”

Again I shook my head to Jodi’s question, and she took hold of my chest ropes as she said “In which case, you are a very naughty lady. And do you know what happens to naughty ladies?” There was a short pause before she said “They get put over someone’s knee and get spanked until their bottoms are as red as their clothing.”

The chest ropes were pulled down and a moment later, I was lying across my daughter’s lap with my head to her left, and my bottom over to her right in the perfect position for a spanking, so I bit into my gag as I awaited the first blow.

“NNNGGGNN!” My body stiffened as Jodi brought the slipper hard against the cheeks of my bottom, and I cried out again when pain radiated through my posterior.

“Not so tough, are you, Mrs. Bell.” She said as she struck me four more times with the slipper, and I shouted through my gag as I shook my head in answer to her question. “I had better hold off for a minute, as I have already given you six of the best.” There was a surprise when I felt a smoothing sensation, and it was due to Jodi running her hand over my bottom in order to soothe the pain, an action which created conflicting feelings in me. One part of me felt that the experience of Jodi caressing my bottom was a little unpleasant, but the touch also brought me a degree of pleasure.

How can I find this wrong and enjoy it at the same time?

The smoothing stopped after a minute and I screamed through my gag as the slipper struck the top of my legs. You must be changing where I get hit so that I’ll last longer. Another cry was emitted from my muffled mouth as I was hit again on the thighs, and as I looked up my daughter it seemed that she was taking great delight in administering the slipper to me for a change. Four more blows were delivered and I sighed with relief as she ran her fingers over my thighs, even though I was made a little uncomfortable in the process.

The interval seemed to be all too brief as Jodi resumed the spanking on my bottom, and I screamed twelve times which was one for each strike against my defenceless derriere. The caress of my bottom was welcome due to the fact that the pain was stronger than usual and I had even squirmed when the pain shot through my bottom. I was dreading the continuation, and as the twelve blows landed on my thighs I writhed under Jodi’s left hand as I attempted to lift myself up from her lap.

The caress from my daughter did little to alleviate the pain in my thighs and she leant over me, saying “It would be a good idea for you to prepare yourself, Mrs. Ball, as the final spanking will make the previous ones seem like tickling.”

Again I bit into my gag, but this proved to be futile as I screamed with all of my might as Jodi rained down alternate blows on my thighs and bottom, and it felt as if my punishment would never end as I put up a fierce struggle on her lap, kicking my heels up in my air all the time in a useless effort to dislodge myself.

The torment of my bottom and thighs came to an end after I lost count of the blows, and my daughter placed me in a standing position with my back to the mirror. My cheeks turned red as Jodi reached around to the back of my neck and unbuttoned the top of my halter dress, but it was only part of it was due to the fact that my daughter was going to undress me. The main part of my shame was due to the fact that my daughter’s hard and effective spanking had caused me to become aroused, and there was no way I could reduce the feeling inside me.

“Now for the grand unveiling of Mrs. Ball’s bottom.” Jodi said as she took a firm grip of the hem of my dress, pulling it down until the material was down around my ankles and as I looked around there was a jolt through me when I saw that my bottom and thighs almost matched the colour of my bikini, and my shame did nothing to cool my sensation.

It didn’t help when Jodi placed her right hand between the top of my thighs which increased the heat between my legs and caused me to emit a squeal.

What is wrong with me?
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 3

Postby SelenaGfan » Sun Apr 06, 2014 10:24 pm

More please

Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 4

Postby skybird137 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:16 am

Part 4

As I looked down to where my daughter was pulling her hand out from between my thighs, I noticed that my nipples were as erect as ever under the stretched skin of my bikini top. Jodi must have noticed it as well, because she brought her hands up to my breasts and used her index fingers to trace little circles on my areola, an act that caused me to feel shame, but at the same time provided intimate stimulation for my body that increased the flame in my hearth of desire. After a few minutes of this torment had gone by, the hands were lowered, my captor leaned forward, and planted a soft kiss on my right nipple before placing the next one on my left. Again there was a large feeling of shame which was accompanied by the pleasure from the kisses and I let loose an involuntary moan through my gag as the feelings affected me.

The kissing stopped and my daughter looked up at me before saying “Do you find pleasure in what I am doing to your breasts?”

Oh Jodi, if only if you had asked me if I was unhappy with you kisses, or if I felt it was wrong. Now I have to give an honest answer. For a moment, the thought ran through my mind of lying to Jodi and pretending that it didn’t with the result if getting free, but this seemed to be the most repugnant thing on earth.

The only answer I could give was to nod my head.

“Would you feel greater pleasure if I removed your bikini top?”

The answer to the question was yes, so I nodded my head because any other answer would involve me lying, even though this would result in the removal of my bikini top. After I nodded, I tilted my head forward, closed my eyes, and I felt hands reach up to the back of my neck in order to untie the knot that kept my bikini up. This was followed by the second knot behind my back was unravelled by the fingers of my daughter, and the only reason that my bikini was still in place was because to the chest ropes that pressed against my body.

“Just wait a moment.” I was turned around and made to hop so that my back was against the foot-post of the bed and a short length of rope was used to bind my waist rope to the top of the post which locked me into position. “It is probably best that you do not sit down for a while, as your bottom must be glowing. However, it is time for the grand unveiling.”

One of the strings was held in Jodi’s right hand and she gave a slow but constant pull on the top which caused it to rub against my breasts and nipples, teasing me and shaming me at the same time until the item of clothing came away from my body.

“You look incredible, Mrs. Ball. I just wish that I had breasts like yours!” I ended up blushing at this moment, partly because of the fact that I had never been topless before my daughter, but also because of the compliment that she had just given to me. My captor lifted up her hands and put them around the bottom of my breasts, lifting them up, and I realised that she might be curious about how they feel as they may be the first breasts that she has touched. After all, her only close friend, a young lady around her age, was forced to leave with her parents about two years ago, and any other females were just acquaintances. After the cupping, prodding and poking finished, the caressing of my mounds started which induced the simultaneous feelings of thrill and embarrassment.

Soon, the tips of her fingers were tracing paths around my nipples and I was gasping because of the two effects that they were having on my body, as I stood there helpless. No, I wasn’t helpless, I had chosen to be in this situation because of my moral imperatives, and maybe because of my desire not to hurt my daughter. Another moan escaped my lips when my erect nipples were held between her thumb and forefinger, and her gentle twists and pulls added more fuel to the flames of my need, along with were little pinches that reminded me just how defenceless I was.

The teasing by my captor’s teasing stopped, and she leaned forward with her lips just an inch away from my right nipple as if she was preparing to land a kiss on my breasts. To my surprise, I leaned forward in order to make the contact happen, but I felt frustrated as she pulled her head away before it could happen. I was annoyed at her not touching my body, even though I was repulsed by the idea!

“I’ll just check again for more valuables, so I’ll see you in a little while.” There was nothing I could do but watch as my daughter left the room, leaving me alone in this teased state with no way of knowing the passage of time. It wasn’t just leaving me alone though, it was leaving me alone with my thoughts that proved to be quite argumentative.

It’s not argumentative, it’s just pointing out facts that you don’t want to acknowledge.

It’s also a fact that I must be a sick pervert who has no right to bring up a child, owing to that fact that I get pleasure out of her contact, even though I hate what is happening.

You are not a sick person. However, why do you hate what is happening?

Because it’s incest, and incest is wrong, dammit!

First of all, under the law it isn’t incest as you never adopted her, and she isn’t even a blood relation. The authorities wouldn’t be after you over this, and I doubt that you would even merit half a page in a tabloid in the twenty first century.

But it’s wrong.

Why is it wrong? After all, even if you were blood related, you weren’t planning on having any babies. Plus you aren’t going to mix up any genealogy list with an ‘I am my own grandfather’ type of situation. This leaves the only other reason for the incest taboo, so why don’t you say it.

She’s my child.

Now we come to the crux of the matter. Nearly all of the time that you have known Jodi, she has been a child. Not interfering with a child in this manner is a proper and good moral imperative. When you raised Jodi, it was as a very close friend from her point of view, which is why you are in your present predicament. However, she is no longer the child that you once knew, and given the unique situation, you may have to re-examine how you feel.

So that’s why I feel like I do in hating it, but how can I also like it, if it’s wrong.

You can physically desire something, yet reject it on an emotional and intellectual level. People who are fighting an addiction for example, they fight every day against what they desire.

I’m not an addict though.

No, but when was the last time that you experienced an erotic bondage session with another person, five years? You want this and hunger for it at that level, even if you have supressed it. If you didn’t then Jodi would notice and it would have been called off. Admit it, you have wanted this above anything else.

Yes, I have.

Remember that young lady who stayed with your foster-parents once, the one that had been under that manipulation of fanatics? What happened there?

I argued with her, breaking down the ridiculous taboos that had been placed on her using reason, and she was better for it. Oh my, does that mean I have to do the same thing with myself? If I do this, that means that this taboo of mine will have to be torn down.

You are Jodi’s step-mother, but you must also be her close friend. If you don’t there is the possibility of you two breaking apart in your relationship. Don’t let that happen.

Do I repeat in my mind ‘I am Jodi’s close friend’?

If it helps, then yes-

The thoughts inside my head were interrupted as my daught- my close friend walked into the room, and I looked at her with new eyes. Even though she was still developing, she appeared to be less child-like than before and I realised that I had been thinking of her as a girl, not as the sixteen year-old that she now was. I knew that this wouldn’t remove how I react when she continues with her intimate actions but at least it should become more tolerable.

“Those poor breasts look so neglected, they must really need some attention.” Jodi said as she approached me and put her hands on my waist, and leaned forward with a slight gap between her lips. I still felt some shame as she placed he first kiss on the mounds of my right breast, but it didn’t seem to be as bad as before with the pleasure tantalising my body. It wasn’t long before my left breast received the attention from the lips of my d-close friend, and I was beginning to feel a little relaxed in my situation.

In fact, when I was being kissed on the breasts by Ian, there was something else that I always liked being done to me, and it was almost instinct when I leaned my head over to the right, exposing the left side of my neck. Jodi straightened up, embraced my helpless body and leaned her head over my neck. Little shivers went down my spine as sweet, small kisses were landed on my exposed neck, and I was learning to cope with the embarrassment of my close contact with her.

The kisses soon became intermixed with playful bites, and soon Jodi was opening her mouth wide and sucking the flesh in, creating the most wonderful erotic feeling in my neck. I felt better, seeing I had found a way to internally resolve the conflict and at least I can move forward with Jodi. We will have to talk about what has happened, but it can wait until my captivity is over.

I just hope that my neck doesn’t become too bruised, people might think that Jodi has beaten me up. After some time, my head was titled to the left and my darling captor delivered some very pleasurable love-bites to the right side of my neck, with my occasional moans of pleasure seeming to encourage her in her activities. I wish that this could have continued for even longer, but Jodi pulled away leaving me wanting more with me leaning forward with my head to one side in order to receive more of the sweet attention.

“I’m the one in charge, not you. Now straighten up.” She said as she took a gentle grip of my nipples between thumb and forefinger, but I shook my head in refusal. A moment later, I gave a loud squeal and stood up straight as my captor inflicted hard pinches on my nipples in order to remind me that she was the one who was in control.

“These poor nipples need a little healing after their ordeal. Let me help you.” My face must have been crimson as I pushed my chest forward so that my right nipple was closer to the mouth of my captor, but instead of giving me a kiss, she extended her tongue and ran the tip in a circle along the areola, which served to increase my erotic expectation. She pressed against the tip of my nipple before flicking the end which added to the flame of my lust, which was no longer as inhibited as before. Her head moved over to my left breast and parted her lips a little in order to grip my nipple when she landed a kiss on my breast.

A kiss landed on alternate breasts and I just emitted sigh after sigh as I was teased by the young lady who controlled me, with me almost almost screaming as my right nipple was sucked into her mouth and played with. The treatment of my breasts became so intense that I lost myself in the experience, with my hips twitching as I thrust myself forward.
I was shocked a moment later when Jodi slipped her right hand down inside my bikini bottoms and I screamed with a mixture of shame and joy when she ran her fingers over my Mound of Venus.

“Now, we could have so much fun if you just let me know where the valuables are.” My captor said as she gave another little caress which increased the fire of my lust. For a moment, I almost gave in to Jodi’s suggestion, but I didn’t think that I was ready for twenty four hours of this just yet. Plus, I wasn’t prepared to make this too easy for my captor.

There was a feeling of disappointment as my young lady pulled back from me as she made her way to the cupboard and opened it, picking up an old cigar box, and I knew what I was going to be tormented with next.

I should have never put this torture in the story...
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 4

Postby NaughtyNats » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:32 am

I love the conflict in the mothers thoughts. She's not really Jodi's mother but it feels like incest but she has a stronger moral driver not to lie . Hmm Jodie is 16 but legally she is still a child in her care. Tricky legally.

I'll say now mum and I have never been this intimate but I'd certainly seen her topless before I was 16
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 4

Postby skybird137 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:11 am

I know that there could be a legal grey area with Jodi being in Iris's care, but that could end up with making it very complex, and it's not what Iris is thinking about anyway, so I left it out.


Could you imagine the situation for Jodi if she asks Iris what it was like, with her step-mother telling the truth. How do you think Jodi will feel after that?
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 4

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:36 am

I think it would for Jodi difficult, because she see Iris as mother, perhaps only adult friend, where would OK for her. On other an is question what Iris tell her. I don´t witch case Jodi better deal. 1. Case: Iris tell that story was only a fantasy and she never had thought that her wish could get ever real. 2. Case: that wished it real, but not with her stepdaughter as partner.
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 4

Postby troublemaker1 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 1:08 pm

A very interesting story...
Hey there ;)

Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Tue Apr 08, 2014 1:32 am

Part 5

The box was carried over to the bedside table, the lid was lifted and a length of thick twine was lifted out followed by a spring clothespin at each end, with a rubber band wrapped around the grip end. As my young lady approached me with the improvised nipple clamp set I started to tremble as I remembered how much they hurt from when Ian used to apply them to my breasts.

I really should have thought this part of the fantasy through more, but I never expected it to happen in real life.

It appeared that my shaking was visible because Jodi looked concerned as she stood in front of me, holding the device of torment in her hands, so she said “Does these actually hurt that bad?”

A single nod of my head along with the look on my face showed my captor just how bad they could be, and I was unable to stand them for more than a little while, perhaps half an hour at most.

“Are they too much for you to bear at all?” Jodi said, to which I shook my head.

“If you can stand them for a little while, I will put them on you and if you give three cries in quick succession, I will remove them. Is that okay?”

I nodded my head and it dawned on me that my young lady had just given me a safe word for this part of the fantasy, if only I had been sensible enough to arrange one before this game started. There was a pleasurable feeling in my right nipple as my captor kissed and sucked it, before pressing behind it with her right thumb and forefinger and opening one of the clothespins with her left hand with the grips above and below the nipple.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! My long list of expletives started as a searing pain shot through my right breast and it only ended because the pain subsided to a strong ache with the pin hanging from my right nipple. It was only a few seconds later when I swore like a whore for a second time, when the other pin was attached to my left nipple, leaving my in a very precarious situation as even moving could cause the pins to sway and torture my helpless body.

Jodi went behind me so that she could untie rope that bound me to the bed, and she coiled it up before placing it on the bedside table and returning to stand in front of me. “I’ve never heard you swear before Iris, you never swear at any time.”

You’ve never seen me have these evil implements put on my nipples before either.

“If they hurt you that bad, they must really be useful as a tool for punishment.”

Her comment made me realise why she was so interested in these clamps. Whenever we have ended up with a situation where Jodi has ended up misbehaving or stepping out of line, she ends up with a massive feeling of guilt which only a severe punishment can assuage, and I was developing a suspicion that she would want these to be used on her the next time she needed punishing. She isn’t a masochist, otherwise I wouldn’t punish her at all in this manner, but receiving a strict punishment helps her to feel that she has paid the price for her offence.

“If I step out of line again, these should be used on me as well, because I’ll deserve it.”

I shook my head at this because I know how bad it feels and I didn’t want to inflict this torment on her, and if she uses the clamps to change my mind, maybe she will see just how nasty they are it this will put her off.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!

After a second, Jodi released the string that she had given a harsh tug on and said “That really is naughty of you, swearing like that. Do you promise to use these on me the next time I misbehave?”

This time I nodded in response to this request as I would apply them to her, seeing as she was so eager to use them on me, and then she would discover just how much of a torment they are.

“Now prisoner, hop to the door of the bedroom and don’t be too slow, unless you want to swear again.”

The first hop I took caused me to scream and emit an expletive, owing to the fact that the clothespins moved when I made the jump which inflict a strong pain on my nipples. It also felt bad the second time I hopped, and I hesitated before the third which proved to be a mistake because Jodi gave another sharp tug on the string, causing me to cry out and swear like a trooper. This encouragement caused me to hop to the bedroom door, although my actions weren’t quiet with my shrieks after every single hop.

“We are going down the hallway to my room.”

In normal circumstances, the distance to my young lady’s room was not far, but I was in strict bondage with aching breasts and nipples that were on fire, so it seemed like a long way away. I started on my way, but I would attempt to stop every so often to alleviate the pain, although this just caused Jodi to torture me with my nipples stretched out, and I managed to reach the bedroom after some time.

“You did it, and you are still coping. Hop back to the bedroom, as I have something special planned for you.”

There was no peace and no rest for me, and each jump made me feel as if my breasts were going to burst with the pain, but I managed to make my way back with hop after painful small hop.

“Rest at the door for a few minutes.”

I leaned against the doorframe and I felt relieved at the pause in my torment as my captor gathered two ropes for the next part in my torment, one of which was thrown over a hook in the ceiling that had been screwed in for the every purpose of bondage.

“One thing that I found puzzling when I was young, I was half-asleep, and I heard sounds that were almost as if you did a muffled scream and tried to swear a lot.”

My cheeks began to burn at this comment as it sounded as if my young lady was about to solve the origin of the mystery voice.

“It was you! Daddy had you bound, gagged and naked, and he was torturing you with these clamps while you were having bondage sex, correct?”

I nodded, and it felt as if my face was going to catch fire with the blood going through my cheeks as one of the games that I played with Ian was discovered.

“The time for resting is up. Please shuffle under the hook so that you can be prepared for your next torment.”

Thankful at least for the fact that I didn’t have to hop to the position, I made my way inch by inch over to where the rope was dangling from the ceiling, but even these small movements were sufficient to induce a level of increased pain in my breasts. Once I had reached the hook, one end of the rope was taken around the twine that connected the clothespins, and the string was lifted up before the two ends of the rope were tied together leaving my breasts bound to the hook.

I can’t move from this spot, as there is very little give and I suspect that this is going to be taken away from me as well. I looked on as Jodie double stranded a length of rope and put a series of knots at one end, before tying the end with the knots to the waist rope at the front.

“You are a naughty lady, swearing all the time, and naughty ladies like you deserve an extra special punishment.”

There was no surprise as to what was going to happen to me next as my captor’s hands reached for the string knots on my bikini briefs, and it only took a few seconds for the briefs to be untied and removed, leaving me feeling weird, naked and standing in bondage in front of Jodi.

The worst of this was yet to come, as my captor took the rope that hung down from my waist in front of me between my thighs and over my wrist ropes behind my back, before forcing my legs to bend a little, which took the remaining give out of the string which helped to torment my breasts. The other end of the rope was looped around my ankles and tied in a special kind of half bow knot, which left me unable to stand up straight.

If I move down, I will torment my breasts, and if I try to straighten myself, the knots and rope will dig right into the lips of my intimacy. My only hope is to keep as still as possible, even though my legs are already becoming strained.

There was nothing I could do but watch as Jodi sat down on the bed to watch the spectacle. I tried to straighten up, but the rope and knots between my legs caused erotic stimulation and a measure of strong discomfort as they rubbed and pressed into me. When I tried to relax my legs, I ended up screaming and swearing as pain shot through my nipples. It was unfortunate for me that this method of torture was just as effective as I had imagined it to be, and I hoped that I would think a little more about what I write down in future.

I glanced over to Jodi, and see appeared to be as happy as she was long ago when her mother first tied me up, and I wondered if there was something about bondage being tied up in the genes. There were times that I tried to stand up in order to decrease the strain in my legs, but I could only stand a few seconds of the discomfort that the rope inflicted with the inevitable result that my lowering down added another round of suffering to my breasts.

Added to this was the feeling of weirdness that I had been placed in this position of intimate torment by Jodi, and I could imagine that she would want this to happen to her if she did anything wrong.

Well, you seem to be coping with it better than you did before the little chat.

I am now, but I am a little worried about this position, and how it will affect my young lady in seeing how torturous it is.

You know that Jodi ends up with enormous guilt trips and because of that she needs her atonement and penance to ease it. It is probably easier and cheaper than going to a psychiatrist who might make her feel even more guilty than before.

But what else might my Jodi want me to do?

Now that the ice is broken between you, she’ll probably browse the internet for exotic punishments that she has to be placed in, if she hasn’t already done so.

OMG, the strength is going in my legs!

As every new second went by, it felt as if my legs were getting weaker and weaker and it seemed as if I was starting to hang from my nipples which had become a constant source of intense pain. Three screams in succession were emitted, but that may have been due to the fact that I was hurting so much, rather than any deliberate attempt to signal my captor.

I don’t know how fast Jodi can move, but I hadn’t even finished the third shriek when one of her arms was around my body in support, and I screamed my loudest yet as the free hand opened and dropped the clothespins that had been the source of my torture. She took care in lowering me to the floor, and the massaging and kissing of my nipples was more to reduce the feeling in pain and ensure proper circulation would return, rather than be involved in anything intimate.

As I looked up my captor, I felt adoration at the person who had saved me from my horrible fate, and it didn’t matter at all that she was the one who had put me in it in the first place. After she lowered me down, she started to cuddle me on the floor, and I snuggled into her, just thankful that this part was over which left me with just one more part of the fantasy to endure.

“I didn’t believe that you could hold out so long in that torment, my babysitter. It was incredible what you endured. Now, let’s just stay here for a few minutes before I take you to the bed.”

To the bed. I just hope that I’m strong enough and don’t lie to you in order to escape the fate that awaits me at your hands...
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 5

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:36 am

That was fabulous,Thank You.

Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Tue Apr 08, 2014 12:08 pm

Part 6

It was very pleasant to lie on the floor in the arms of my young lady, but I knew that it wasn’t going to last as she pulled on the bow knot at my ankles so that I would be able to stand up. Jodi put her arms around me and lifted me up so that I was able to get my feet under me, and turn around so that I faced the bed in order to hop towards it for the final part of the fantasy. Once I had reached the bed, I turned around to look at my captor, who picked up a short length of cord and said “Lie down in the middle of the bed on your right side, facing me.”

Getting into position on the bed was quite a struggle but I managed it after a few minutes had gone by, and my young lady stepped over to the edge of the bed with the cord in her hand.

“Bring your knees up to your chest.”

This surprised me as the next stage in the story involves the crotch rope being used to place me in a strict hogtie, but I obeyed the instruction as my Jodi probably had something else that she wanted to try out first. One end of the short cord was tied to my chest ropes while the other end was tied to the loops above my knees and as I tried to move, I understood that I was more restrained than if I had been placed in a normal hogtie.

Trying to keep a proper eye on my little lady was impossible as she walked around the bed, but I could tell that she had knelt down beside me, and by turning my neck to a very uncomfortable degree, I could get a glimpse of her head and upper body. I was attempting to work out why Jodi was doing this, when the crotch rope was loosened so that it no longer pressed against me.

I’m totally exposed! The most intimate part of my body is on view to you!

Even though I tried to adjust my mind to the circumstances, this caused me to feel a great shame and bucked against my ropes in a vigorous but futile effort to gain my freedom. However, my daughter seemed more curious at this point than anything else.

“The folds here are so red and swollen, far better than the pale shrunken things that I have. Perhaps I should find out what it feels like to the touch.”

This comment resulted in the shaking of my head, but my consideration was ignored as Jodi pressed the fingers of her right hand against my sensitive lips which caused me to scream in humiliation and joy as a shock of pleasure ran through my heart of lust.

There was a giggle from my daughter at my reaction, and she said “You seem to be a little ticklish in that area, perhaps I should do this for longer.”

Even though I protested with all of my might, it proved to be no avail as Jodi trespassed for a minute on my most intimate anatomy, gliding her fingers up and down while I shrieked from the raw sensation and embarrassment.

“Maybe I should go in deeper, as it will be fun to see what happens then.”

This was the moment when I knew that any protestations that I could make would be of no value, so I just prepared myself for the inevitable invasion that was coming. The cry was louder than before when I felt two fingers access deep into me and press against the ‘stem’ of my flower, providing me with shame along with my ecstatic feelings. A few minutes later, the fingers withdrew from me and there was the sound of a drawer being opened followed by a fumbling sound, and then the closing of a drawer.

“This will make it even more fun.”

I was wondering what was going to happen next when I heard the pressing of a button which was followed by a buzzing sound, and I knew just what Jodi was going to do to me

You’re going to use my vibrator on me!

Cry after cry escaped from my gagged mouth as my daughter pressed the tip time and time again onto the swollen lips of my lust, and her giggles showed that she was enjoying this chance to inflict sexual torture on my helpless body. The shame and humiliation of having this act done to me by my own daughter succeeded in adding to my arousal and I couldn’t work out if I wanted it to stop, even when the tip of the device pressed into my access.

“It’s time to get you ready for the finale, my bondage babysitter.”

The vibrator was switched off, but this was only because it would be easier for my captor to hold it for the next stage, and I gasped when the item was pushed deep into my tunnel of love. The crotch-rope was placed over it so there was no chance of it working its way out and my feet were brought up to my bottom in preparation for the next part. The crotch rope was already looped over my wrist ropes, so the end was taken around my ankle bondage before being pulled around my elbow ropes and tied off. The rope that held my knees to my chest was untied, my legs were pulled down, and my daughter rolled me over onto my front, untying and retying the hogtie rope at my elbows in order to take out any slack.

“It’s been five years since you experienced anything like this, so let’s not waste a minute more.”

The right hand of my daughter went between my legs, the button was pressed, and I bucked up and down on the bed in my hogtie, with even the shame of my situation having no effect of the growth of lust inside me. I no longer cared about the fact that I was in naked bondage and about to have an orgasm in front of my daughter, and the only thing that mattered was the experience that I have waited five long years for.

I was oblivious to everything else except the oncoming tsunami of bliss, and so I screamed with fury as my daughter again reached between my legs so that she could switch the device off.

“Are you going to tell me where the valuables are? If you do, I will switch it back on.”

The only thing I could do is surrender and nod, as I needed this release like nothing on earth, so Jodi switch the vibrator on, but I noticed that she had taken her smart phone out. “I think that you need to see what you look like when you hit your peak.”

My orgasm is going to be recorded!

The buzzing in my tunnel of love distracted me from this and everything else as I concentrated on the pleasure that was building up inside me.

Oh fuck, OH FUCK, Oh FUCKUCKUCKUCK!

It had been five years since a bondage orgasm had coursed through me, and it felt as if my body was making up for lost time as I convulsed and shook on the bed in one of the most intense releases that I have ever received...


After I came down from my ecstatic experience I turned my head to the right where Jodi was standing, and she turned the alarm clock around to show me that the time was only twenty past ten.

So, I have lost the challenge but given what I have gone through, it is to be expected. This means that I am yours for twenty four hours, and I think that I am going to spend it in bondage which will be of the most intimate kind. I doubt that I will even know the meaning of the word dressed until tomorrow night.

As my daughter left the room, I laid my head down in order to get a little rest before she returned...

“Wakey, wakey. You can’t sleep in that position all night.”

I looked up and my captor was at the side of the bed holding a bottle of water with a straw in it, which caused me to feel thirsty as I hadn’t drunk anything for some time.

“You are to be my slave for twenty four hours, and you will speak when spoken to. When you are placed in a bondage position, you must stand it as long as possible, making three screams if you are pushed past the point of endurance. When you are released for bathroom breaks or possible meal breaks, you must submit yourself to bondage once it is over. Do you accept these conditions?”

The bottle was put down on the table as I nodded my head, and the end of the hogtie rope that was bound to my elbows was untied and I was moved over to the side of the bed so that I could be placed into a sitting position. Once this was done, my daughter put her hands around the back of my neck and unbuckled the straps that had held the large ball that had filled my mouth for the evening. As I opened my jaws wider in order for the rubber ball to be extracted, I found that the muscles of my mouth were sore because I hadn’t been gagged in this way for five years.

When my panties were pulled out of my mouth, they were sodden with saliva which ended up running down my chin and onto my breasts which were still a little sore from the clamps, but it felt wonderful to have my mouth free from obstruction.

“Would you like to have a drink, slave?” Jodi said as she picked up the bottle.

“Yes please, Mistress Jodi.” I said, knowing that as a slave I would have to use the proper title for the person who controlled me. There was a look of surprise on the face of my daughter, but this changed to a smile as she understood that I had accepted my position for the next twenty four hours. The bottle and straw were placed before my mouth, so I took the end of the straw between my lips and took in enough liquid to ensure that I would no longer feel thirsty, but not so much as to become a torment because I knew that I would be in bondage for the rest of the night. The last thing that I wanted to happen was to be kept awake with a desperate need to go to the toilet, and be unable to move an inch or scream for help.

After I had taken my fill, I released the straw from my lips and my Mistress put the bottle back down on the table before untying the crotch rope and removing the vibrator that had provided me with the most incredible experience of the evening. This was followed by the untying of the ropes that bound my legs together and I was surprised when my Jodi stole a sweet little kiss from me while I was still bound.

“After you are untied, you are to enjoy a bathroom break so that you may compose yourself. When you return here, I will tie you up for the night. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” I said, and a thrill went down my spine as I again uttered the word which stated that Jodi was my superior, even though it seemed to be very unusual. The ropes that bound my upper arms were removed, and I was able to stretch my limbs out into a more natural position in preparation for going to the bathroom.

The ropes in the room were being gathered by my Mistress as I made my way to the bathroom, and I made sure that a full break was taken, cleaning myself up before returning to the bedroom. When I walked back in, I noticed that all of the ropes had been put away except for four lengths that had been tied to the corners of my bed with two scarves hanging from the bedposts at the top of the bed.

At least I’ll be in a comfortable spread-eagle for the night.

Without even waiting for a command from my Mistress, I walked straight over to the bed, lay down on my back and stretched my hands and feet towards the corners so that it would be easier to bind them.

“It seems that my slave is very eager to enter her bondage for the night.”

I giggled at this comment, and I knew that if anyone had told me today that my daughter would do the things that she had done and then placed me in nude bondage for the night, I would have called them insane. Here I am though, with Jodi binding my right wrist to the bedpost, and it was only a few minutes before all four limbs were bound and my daughter knelt aside my midriff on the bed. One of the scarves was taken by my captor who placed it over my eyes and tied together at the back of my head so that I would be blindfolded, and I knew the second would soon be used to muffle my voice so I parted my lips in preparation.

The brushing of my daughter’s lips against mine was a most exquisite feeling that I had not expected, and I sighed parting my lips a little more and leaving the tip of my tongue between them as she pulled away from me. The next kiss was longer, our lips pressed together in pleasure and the ends of our tongues caressed each other for a minute before Jodi parted from me. Our tongues touched at the ends again, but our mouths soon opened wide and our tongues became intertwine in a passionate oral embrace that neither of us wanted to end.

It had to end though, but I do not know how long we lay there with my daughter kissing and cuddling me before she stopped for the final time that night. “I don’t think that you would be happy if I ended up falling asleep on top of you, my slave. Please open your mouth wide so that I can gag you.”

I followed the order of my Mistress and the second scarf was used by her to cleave-gag me before she stood by the side of the bed. “Get some rest now, we have a long day tomorrow and you need to be ready for it. “

There were footsteps and the sound of the door closing which let me know that I was on my own for the night, in helpless nude bondage on my own bed.


After Jodi had left the room and I started to drift off to sleep, I remembered a conversation that I had with Ian before he died.

“Why are we at the solicitors’?” I said as we waited in reception sitting in one of the plush settees.

“I want to add one extra piece of paperwork, just for contingency purposes. When Jodi turns eighteen, she will be under her own care, with a monthly income from the estate so that she will be an independent lady.” Ian said.

“That has already been worked out.”

“There could be a situation where you may want Jodi to be an equal person to you, rather than under your care, before she reaches eighteen. After all, you do treat her as a friend, rather than a mother in many respects, and there is a possibility that this cause a ‘legal complication’ between you. To this end, I am going to have our solicitor ready the necessary documents so that she will either be in her own care, or under the legal care of the solicitors’ until she reaches the age of eighteen with an independent financial arrangement.”

“Well, if Jodi truly wanted to be an independent lady when she reaches sixteen, then I would want this to happen as well, Ian. I can’t imagine a scenario where this would be necessary though.”

There was a smile from Ian as he stood up. “You never know what might happen in the future, so it is best to plan for any eventuality. Let’s go in and ready the paperwork.”

All we need to do is go to the solicitors’ on Monday, sign the documents, and Jodi will be living as her own woman with the right to live where she wants to. That was how Ian sorted things out, and that’s what made him so rich, he was always one step ahead of everyone else and he thought of everything that could happen.

He thought of everything that could happen...

OMG he knew! No, he wouldn’t have known it would happen, but he knew that the possibility existed and he took steps to plan for it. Ian made sure that if things did get to this stage then we could avoid any legal entanglements caused by the situation that we are in.

Well Jodi, I will always be your mother, but on Monday you will have the status of being your own woman and that allows you to be my friend in every way...


The End. For now...
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Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 6 End

Postby SelenaGfan » Tue Apr 08, 2014 12:17 pm

Hope to see something with Jodi as the captive.maybe they can wear stockings for fun.

Re: Iris – Bound to be a Stepmother Part 6 End

Postby Headmistress » Sun May 11, 2014 7:13 am

Very good story - I liked it.