Pegged by the Mother-in-Law ( F/M )

[LunaDog]

PEGGED BY THE MOTHER-IN-LAW

I must admit that I was totally taken by surprise when, late one Friday evening, I clapped eyes upon my son-in-law, James, together with a woman who was clearly not my daughter. In fact, I guessed there and then, that this female was, in fact, a sex professional, a ‘lady of the night,’ a guess that I later discovered was totally correct. Thinking quickly, I was able to take a ‘snap’ of them together on my mobile ’phone, totally unobserved by the ‘loving couple,’ a photograph I could then use to obtain a certain desire of mine, to get James into MY bed, and solely upon my terms. Smashing!

Now, if all of this sounds a little, no, a lot dis-tasteful, I need to point out a few facts here. I mean here’s James about to shag a prostitute and all I can think of is diverting him into my bed. This is my son-in-law for goodness’ sake, what is the role of my daughter here? Because the first thing I have to explain is that young James is a thoroughly decent, honest and respectful man, who clearly loves dear Dawn with all of his large beating heart. Unfortunately, my Dawn has picked up some sort of infection, one that has left her in considerable pain, in fact on the night in question she was in hospital, and yes, James had visited her, and for quite some time had been unable to participate in sexual pleasures. And after all James is human, with desires and needs, he never wanted to hurt or betray his wife, and it was just to fulfil a purely physical need. Hence turning to a prostitute, by talking this route he hoped to ensure that any sexual activity he undertook would not have the added danger of emotional attachment attached.

As for me, I was now a widow, and no, I wouldn’t have dreamed about cheating upon my dear, departed Harold, please believe me here. But his untimely death had liberated me to some extent. Firstly, his demise wasn’t due to natural causes, he was slaughtered by a drunk driver, an accident which had set me up very comfortably in a financial sense. Harold was very conservative when it came to bedroom activities, but his passing had released my fantasies and kinky desires. However, of course, I no longer had a sexual partner with whom to enact them. Until now that was, that sight of James with that young ‘lady’ might just have given me the opportunity that I was looking for. Because my own instincts, added to many ‘mother and daughter chats’ with Dawn, told me that young James had similar, if opposite, sexual dreams, he wanted to be precisely what I desired from a male. To be under MY control, to ‘dance to MY tune!’ Included one I had only recently become aware of, one of which James was blissfully unaware of, had expressed no desire to fulfil, or not just yet in my schemes, pegging.

Anyway, as I say I spotted young James on a Friday evening so next morning, Saturday, I put my plans for him in motion. Sending him the photograph I had taken, together with a short message, straight to the point. ‘I think that we need to have a chat. Pop round when you’ve visited Dawn. Sylvia.’

A few minutes later I received a reply, which told me that I was heading in completely the right direction. ‘Visiting Dawn this morning. I’ll be round at one o’clock. James.’

Good. Not only had the fly agreed to enter my web, his planned visit to my daughter also gave me plenty of time in which to make my preparations. But, before you ask, no pegging was due to happen upon this day. Firstly, I had to ‘capture’ young James, to entice him into a sexual relationship, to make him desire me. Then there was also a more practical reason present in this decision though, my wish to ‘peg’ a male was quite a recent one at this stage, so new that I hadn’t actually got around to acquiring the required equipment to enact this dream. I didn’t yet possess a ‘strap-on!’

Having cleaned myself thoroughly in the shower, including my hair, dousing myself, very lightly in a very fragrant perfume, I selected my finest satin basque, pacing myself within it, and using the suspenders fitted to its bottom to hold up some VERY sheer nylon stockings. Then covering my body thus adorned with a luxurious satin dressing gown, note I hadn’t even fitted any panties at all. Taking off the material satin, as well as the gown, I also covered my bed in such, if things went to plan it would see some intense use! Also, I fitted some silk bondage ties to each of the four corner bedposts, they would come into the equation if things went the way that I hoped for and anticipated if my instincts were indeed correct.

Perhaps this might be the appropriate juncture to inform you I was fortunate enough in life to have been blessed with extremely good looks in life, an appearance I had been very careful to maintain, so I could reasonably be classed as ‘sexy’ even though I was rapidly approaching my fiftieth birthday. My hair had yet to show any sign of losing its natural colour, for instance, and despite giving birth to Dawn, I had succeeded in retaining my superb figure. One I intended to use to its full extent on this day.

As I fully expected, James was extremely punctual, the hour hand upon the clock had literally just moved to the ‘one’ position when he knocked upon my door. With a thoroughly worried, almost frightened look upon his face when I opened it, just dressed in the aforementioned gown, basque and stockings. With a welcoming smile upon my visage, and I made my feelings crystal clear with the first thing I said to him. “Welcome James, and you ARE very welcome. I’ve not asked you to come here to judge you at all, what I will say is strictly between us, and we two alone. You better come in.”

Which he did so, the scared image presented by his face being replaced by one that was clearly a mixture of two emotions. Naturally, a fair degree of relief, he knew me well enough to be assured that as I had promised he wasn’t about to receive a ‘hard time,’ that my word could be fully trusted and therefore he wouldn’t be subjected to one. The other emotion? Curiosity, as I was wearing a sexy dressing gown only, with it was crystal clear almost nothing underneath it, the nylon upon my shapely legs was on full display, although not to the extent whereas it could be determined whether it was in the form of stockings or tights. But, by now he knew my tastes, and was fully aware it would definitely be the former.

I gestured that he should enter the living room and sit down. “Drink? I’m opening a bottle of sauvignon blanc; would you like a glass?” I had no intention of making him drunk here, but a small measure of alcohol might well calm him a little, an aim I did, very much, desire.

“Yes, please Sylvia. Might I start by saying how sorry I am.”

“I completely believe you. I know you to be a thoroughly decent and honest man, who has always been a magnificent husband for my Dawn. But you’re also just human, with needs that she, through NO fault of your own or hers, is currently unable to fulfil. So, although what you did was immoral it is also completely natural and understandable. Like I say I haven’t asked you to come here to judge, rather to make you an offer. But first, that wine.”

I departed to the kitchen to fetch the aforementioned drink and two glasses, leaving him, just as I had intended with a myriad of all sorts of questions and thoughts running throughout his mind, in a state of REAL confusion.

I returned with the bottle, and after pouring out enough to fill both of those aforementioned glasses offered him one, whereupon I allowed him to take a sip.

“Now, I assume that the woman I saw you with was, how does one say it, a ‘sex professional?’”

As I say, this is a very good and truthful man indeed, and he made no attempt to deny the reality here. “Yes Sylvia, she was. I wanted to be certain that if I did betray your daughter, it was with somebody unknown to me, without any risk of feelings developing, such as might be the case if she had been a friend or female colleague. I still love Dawn.”

“I KNOW you do, and your reasoning here makes complete sense. But there are a multitude of risks present here with this course of action. It is against the law for example, I mean how would you being caught, earning for yourself a criminal record be seen, both by Dawn and the wider world?”

In all of my days upon this earth and I’m no spring chicken anymore, I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen a more crestfallen face than I did at this precise moment, he was almost on the verge of tears. Time to give the knife a little ‘twist,’ after which I’d make my offer. “And how much do you know about this prostitute, her contacts for instance? Was she ‘clean,’ if you know what I mean, there’s always the chance of such a woman suffering from some sort of sexually transmitted disease. And there’s the question of her ‘controller,’ does she act on her own, or does she have a ‘pimp’ running her? No doubt a very unpleasant person indeed, one who wouldn’t think twice about putting you in a very compromising position. No, if you are going to seek sexual release, then please don’t go down this route.”

“No Sylvia, I can’t argue with anything you say. I’ll just have to live with Dawn’s condition; I’ll have to learn to keep it inside!” And I could tell he meant it, the time to make him aware of an alternative had arrived.

“Now that may not be strictly necessary. What’s needed here is a woman well known to you, who loves Dawn very much, who would be willing and able to relieve you of all your sexual tensions, but always put your wife’s needs and requirements first. Who would immediately stand aside, will stop shagging you when the joyous event of her recovery occurs. Somebody such as,” it was ‘cards on the table’ time, I stood up, undoing the belt of my dressing gown, allowing it to fall to the ground, permitting him to see me just clad in my basque and stockings, in all of my glory if you like, “ME!”

[LunaDog]

The rather exquisite facial expression I received in return for this gesture assured me that it was quite a strong possibility that I had indeed ‘hit the jackpot!’ Time to find out if my suspicions that this male was a submissive were correct. “Well don’t just stand there staring open mouthed, put that particular organ to use, come and give me a kiss!”

He obeyed instantly, but the tentative manner of the kiss he initiated showed that he still wasn’t sure of the situation, it wasn’t until I responded, turning that gentle kiss into a full blown ‘snog’ that he seemed to relax and ‘go with the flow,’ as it were.

I took hold of one of his hands, placing it upon one of my nylon covered legs, and having broken off that kiss, gently whispered into his ear, “you like stockings, don’t you Darling?”

“Yes, I can’t deny it Sylvia, especially really classy ones like yours. I just love the feel of rubbing my legs against them.”

Now my instincts took over, as I framed the next part of this question, already knowing the answer. “Have you ever wanted to wear some yourself, to see just how good they feel?”

The rather nervous “yes” I received in reply confirmed my intuitions.

“You almost sound ashamed to admit it Darling. You have no reason to be so, you know. Why should it be just us women who delight in the gorgeous sensation? Upstairs, within my quite extensive selection of stockings, is a pair with your name upon them, ready for me to put upon your legs.” Talking hold of his hand. “If you’d care to follow me, Darling, my bed awaits!”

With that I led him up the stairs, totally seductively, stopping when we reached the top landing. It was time to find out whether my instincts had been totally correct, and if one more tick would be acted upon from my ‘wish list.’ Would he consent to being tied securely to my bed?

“Darling, just over there is the bathroom. Go there now and strip, I’ve put out a flannel and towel for you to use, have a good wash, but most importantly please use the toilet and empty your body of any waste product as best you can. You see, Darling, I’m not planning to simply take you to my bed, I’m going to fulfil a dream that you’ve carried around in that head of yours, remember mothers and daughters DO talk that’s how I know, and securely tie you to it! And we don’t want any need for toilet breaks getting in the way now, do we?”

The facial expression of pure joy told me that beyond any doubt I’d read the situation correctly, as he replied. “No, we don’t do we, Sylvia? I’ll see in a few minutes, after I’ve done just what you suggest, in there.” Pointing in the direction of the bathroom.

“By the way Darling, once you’re helpless in my hands, tied by me to my bed, it’s MISTRESS SYLVIA to the likes of you.” Turning turtle and entering my bedroom as he proceeded to the loo. And once I’d entered the sanctity of my chamber, I dug out another satin suspender belt and set of nylon stockings. To put on his legs. Things appeared to be progressing very well; indeed, young James was proving to be just the submissive male that I’d caved for SO long!

He kept me waiting for quite some time, which was probably a good sign on reflection, as it meant that he was washing thoroughly, but of course at the time I contemplated whether it was due to him having second thoughts and ‘bottling out?’ However, there was no sound of anybody sneaking down the stairs present, and eventually his totally naked form entered my bedroom.

He might not be a complete ‘stud’ but he’s a good-looking lad, that fact was clearly on display here, and I seductively licked my lips as I approached him, satin suspender belt in hand. “Do you want to fit this yourself, or do you wish me to place it upon you?”

“Could you fit it, please Sylvia, oops sorry, Mistress Sylvia?”

“With pleasure Darling, let’s face it me performing such an action will always be more a turn-on here, won’t it?” Suddenly my tone of voice changed, becoming far more commanding. “HANDS ON HEAD! NOW!”

He immediately complied, adopting the ‘surrender pose,’ and I knew he was mine to play with. Having placed the belt around his waist, I turned back to the bed in order to fetch the stockings.

Once retrieved I turned my attentions to my potential captive again. “Now, Darling, I need you to raise a foot, either will do I’ll leave to choice to you, in the air for a bit. However, do NOT remove your hands from where they are, they signify that you are mine, as you most certainly are.” He gingerly obeyed, obviously he possessed a good sense of balance, as he raised his right and I placed the stocking over his foot, an action which he had never experienced beforehand, but clearly delighted in. He replaced that foot upon the ground, steadied himself, then offered me his other, left, foot. I repeated the whole procedure again, as quickly as I could.

Having performed such action quickly, because of the balance issue present, with both feet firmly on the ground the ‘need for speed’ was no longer necessary. So, I could take my time over moving those stockings up his legs until they reached the waiting suspenders. Time I was going to use to the full to completely tease my compliant victim.

Kneeling right in front of him, as my hands performed the aforementioned task, making sure they did so slowly, VERY slowly, my tongue flicked out and ‘played’ with just what was right in front of them now. A set of balls and an impressive, if not overly large but FULLY erect male cock! Which, if everything, became even harder at my oral organ’s efforts.

Now, I wanted to careful I didn’t push things beyond THAT point, if you know what I mean, as he struggled to cope with what I was inflicting upon him, his body, very much including his legs ‘buckling’ about, making my task somewhat even more difficult than it already was. But eventually stocking met suspender and I fastened the clasps.

He simply stood there, hands on head, like a prisoner, so I kept up the ‘legal’ pretence as I started to deliberately circle his motionless body. “James Robert Ryde, you have been found guilty by this court of the offence of stealing and dressing yourself,” yes I know it had been ME that had put him into them, but never mind I was playing a role-play game here, “in some stockings together with a suspender belt belonging to Mrs Sylvia Laura Tucker, your mother-in-law. And it is now my solemn duty to pronounce sentence for this heinous crime. You are hereby to be delivered into the sexual custody of said mother-in-law, to be placed onto her bed, where she will ensure that you are securely tied to such. There, with the total authorisation of this court, YOU WILL BE STOCKING SHAGGED, to her heart’s, or rather her pussy’s, content!” And the beaming smile that quickly formed upon the ‘prisoner’s’ face strongly suggested that NO legal, or otherwise come to think of it, appeal against this ‘sentence’ would be forthcoming at all here. He had, after all, dreamed of this moment, even if he truly wished in his heart that it was Dawn who was performing my role.

“ON THE BED! NOW!” And I very much doubt that the ‘convict’ could have complied with this command any faster as he obeyed instantly, clearly wanting this as much, if not more than I did. In a much softer tone, “spread yourself out please, Darling.” More swift conformity.

Now, I should explain that my bed is rather luxurious, a full four-poster affair, which strictly speaking is a fact that is rather irrelevant at this precise juncture, but as we shall observe will be an important factor later on. But for now, it is sufficient to know that it features four secure and solid corner posts. To which, as I mentioned before, I had already tied silk bondage ties.

I commenced his imprisonment at the foot end. Before long both of his nylon covered ankles were, in a spread-out fashion, surrounded by silk tie, the other end of course being wrapped around the bed posts. He was now fastened to my bed, although he could still release himself at this stage, as if I would permit such an outrage to occur, and would he take such an opportunity even if I had agreed to it?

This possible question became totally academic shortly afterwards anyway, as I immediately moved up to the other end of the bed, grabbed hold of his right arm, using the tie there to secure that to the respective bed post. Three down, one to go. Less than a minute later, I’d climbed over both the bed and my captive’s body to reach the other side, where I completed the job.

He was totally mine now, I was in the joyous position that I had sought ever since the death of my late husband, where a male partner was completely in my hands and at my mercy. I could do anything I liked to him now and there was NOTHING he could do to stop me!

Now, maybe my new ultimate fantasy wasn’t being achieved here, to peg said male, as previously stated I needed to acquire some ‘hardware’ for that, but even if I did have a ‘strap-on’ to hand, I needed to take this step first anyway. For what was occurring here was that I was establishing a necessary precedent, this action was proving beyond any doubt that young James had completely surrendered to my sexuality, he was more than willing to fully submit to me in the bedroom. It rather felt as if he wished for this more than I did! And it wasn’t as if I would NOT enjoy myself now, even if I’d got a new aim in the bedroom stakes. Having established our respective roles in this ‘relationship,’ surely, I could move things on to take his anal ‘cherry’ at a later stage, and in the meantime let’s thoroughly make most of what I DO have ahead of me now, um?

And whilst I hadn’t quite finished with him just yet, this final piece of my ‘jigsaw’ might well prove to be quite beneficial to the situation. For underneath the single pillow where his head lay was a blindfold, one of those ‘proper’ ones that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate, plunging his world into complete and total darkness. Not permitting any view of the female who had him under her control. And therefore, possibly granting him an opportunity to imagine that he was being sexually ‘entertained’ by his wife and not by his mother-in-law. Anyway, I placed it over his eyes, denying him any use of such.

So, it began. I climbed on top of his bound body, my lips finding his and initiated a kiss, one that soon became extremely passionate indeed, the first ever sexual interaction I’d entered into since the untimely death of my Harold. Now, my late husband had been very accomplished at many of life’s tasks, he had provided me with a more than decent living, but it’s fair to state that this was a man who hadn’t found himself near to front of the queue when abilities within the bedroom were being allocated out. Unlike the gentleman who found himself tied to my bed and beneath my body right at his moment. Young James responded to my oral ‘attack’ with real vigour and I knew, there and then, that I’d made an extremely good choice in selecting him to fulfil my sexual urges.

[LunaDog]

I slipped my pussy, by now absolutely dripping wet with carnal anticipation, over his steel ramrod, not strictly accurate yes, but it sure felt like one, realising immediately that this action felt so natural, so real, as if it truly belonged there, pausing like that to fully saviour this delicious sensation. Good man and husband my Harold might well have been, but he had NEVER induced the excitement that coursed throughout my body at this precise juncture.

Excitement that only increased, and rather exponentially, as I commenced the ‘motion of sex,’ slowly at first but accelerating rapidly until I was really pounding him into my bed’s satin covered mattress. And believe me, his stiff cock was beginning to cause the desired effect, I was becoming really hot down there. As I also sensed that he too was delighting in the result of our activities. And just before I reached that delicious point, his cock virtually froze, starting to ‘direct’ its wonderful product into my womanhood, as he started to cry out with the ecstasy that had fully taken hold of him now!

But thankfully the progress towards my own climax had gone beyond the stage where it could be halted, and factions of a second later, his cries of ecstasy were joined by my own, my climax arriving almost simultaneously. And WHAT a climax! Like I say my late Harold was a good man in life, but he had NEVER been able to produce something just as sensational as THIS! My whole being felt as if it had been taken over, waves of pure pleasure sweeping throughout me, as I struggled to cope with just what I was being subjected to right now. I was shaking uncontrollably, unable to stop the wonderful sensations that racked my entire existence, not that I would have ceased this joyous process even if I had been able to, of course.

It was quite a period of time that elapsed before I was able to regain some sort of control over my senses, knowing full well that I had never been subjected to just such a climax beforehand, but fully determined that I would enjoy such delights again. In fact, on this very occasion, let’s face it, I had here the male that had induced just a pleasurable ‘sexperience’ utterly in my hands, tied to my bed and completely at my disposal. With no chance of escape available to him, he was mine for as long as I wished to keep him for.

And the radiant smile upon his face, together with those aforementioned cries of ecstasy, gave a clue that he had very much enjoyed the past few minutes as much as I had. Hopefully, he too would not want proceedings to end at this point, too bad if he did, it was him very much helpless in my hands, not me in his here. However, I was worrying myself unduly on THAT score!

“THAT was utterly fantastic Darling, and I got the impression that you rather liked it too. But if you think I’m going to settle for that, then I’m afraid you’ve got another think going my love.
The night is still young, as they say, and I’m FAR from satisfied yet. We’ve plenty of shagging left before I even think of releasing you from this bed!”

“Please, Mistress Sylvia, please don’t even consider stopping yet. I’ve plenty more to give you!” And that was all he managed to say, before my lips were upon his again. Oh yes, believe me he had much more to give before I’d stop.

Being young, certainly in comparison with myself, and this forming the first, but by no means last, shag of the day, the annoying recharge period that all males need to go through was thankfully short, and I set about him again. With the same joyous outcome, although, and this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it took a little longer to reach that fantastic ending this time.

All in all, I kept my prisoner tied to my bed and subject to my rampant sexuality for well over an hour, with outstanding climax after outstanding climax, before the fact that I’m no longer a spring chicken began to tell, and my stamina started to rapidly fail. So reluctantly, VERY reluctantly I stopped. But, what a session, as I say the most fulfilling sex of my entire life to date? And a few precedence’s, joyful ones too, had been set here. Firstly, James had fully embraced my offer and role here, to be his sexual release during all of the time his wife, my daughter don’t forget, was indisposed in regard to those needs. A it was crystal clear he was completely willing, no I’d go so far as to actually state he wanted to do so on MY terms, he was more than happy to be my sexual submissive.

I must admit that I was hoping he’d stay the night, and I would therefore be able to subject him to another bout of being helplessly tied to my bed come the morrow, but no, he now wished to return home, to visit his wife tomorrow instead. And remember, officially, he was only mine ‘on loan,’ the idea being I would only attend to his needs while Dawn was physically unable to. So, trying my best to conceal my dis-appointment that he wasn’t staying from him, I bid him goodnight.

Absolutely superb the sex might well have been today, like I say the best I’d ever sampled, but it had not diminished my desire to try ‘pegging,’ so no sooner had James passed through my front door than I was firing up the P.C. with the aim of going ‘on-line’ in order to purchase the required ‘strap-on.’ As I remarked earlier, money isn’t really a problem for me now, so I resolved to buy one of a decent quality, selecting only reputable websites to peruse, ending up buying not one but two. One fairly smallish to start with, and one much larger, for when both myself and my ‘victim’ had become used to the process! With both of them featuring an attachment to stimulate my clitoris whilst I’m pumping my male ‘victim.’ Why should I miss out on all of the fun?

However, I was to receive somewhat of a blow here, as they didn’t have my desired objects ‘in stock’ as it were, so delivery wouldn’t be for another ten days or so. Never mind, I could just enjoy conventional shagging, as if tying young James to the bed could ever be described as ‘conventional,’ of course! And as he’d gone without for SO long, he was quite keen, he found himself confined to my bedroom furniture and subject to my sexual whims at least twice before my new ‘tools’ arrived.

Nevertheless, arrive they duly did, at last. With mounting excitement, I tired the smaller unit for size, only to find that it fitted me perfectly, the little attachment being positioned superbly, right where it should be, tightly against my ‘clitty.’ It was time.

[LunaDog]

But, before we go any further here, let me all assure you that I had done my homework, I fully realised that the art of pegging requires lubrication, and plenty of it. A large tub of just that had been ordered, and received, together with the strap-ons. I was now ready in every sense.

So, when young James reported to my home for the next time, he was somewhat perplexed when I suggested, “I thought that we’d try something a little different today, Darling.” I thought that he really had no idea just as to what was on my mind.

He donned the usual stockings and suspenders, although as normal it was more a case of me putting him into them, but was a little surprised when instead of ordering to get onto the bed as normal, I directed him to stand at the foot end, facing inwards.

I’ve briefly described my bed to you all, outlining the fact that it possesses a ‘full’ frame and is of a four-poster construction, which up until now hasn’t really been of much relevance. However, now is the moment where that becomes important, for you see it enables me to tie a male securely, spread-out and standing up, with the added bonus that his legs receive a measure of support whilst I am subjecting him to sexual thrusts. It also means that I can reach around his torso with my arms, grabbing hold of his cock, and therefore am able to ‘play’ with that if I so desire. Perfect!

He looked a little confused as to my aims when I told him not to climb onto the bed as normal but to stand as directed, but he obeyed, nevertheless. What I didn’t know was that there was a fair degree of hope within his head, I had NO idea of this, because he’d never discussed it with Dawn, or anybody else for that matter, but I wasn’t the only person present within this room who’d wished to sample the delights of ‘pegging.’ He’d considered it, and quite fancied the idea, to be honest, with the fact that his female captor was a woman whom he could fully trust, one in which he was utterly confident would look after his safety and welfare fully, calming his nerves somewhat.

But first there was the small matter of fastening him, standing up to my bed. Having tied a secure ‘loop’ around each wrist. I had to stand upon the bed itself to then tie those at the frame’s top corners, where the various components of it met, wobbling a bit as I did so, due to standing upon a mattress that ‘moved’ a little. However, I achieved my aim, he was now mine again, in a slightly different manner as to before. Climbing down I completed the job. Tying his ankles to the bedframe too, spreading him out, ready to receive my strap-on.

Now perhaps it was time for some gentle re-assurance in this equation. Like I say, I had done some research and fully appreciated the need for adequate lubrication here, I needed to ensure that my ‘victim’ understood this, as I fastened the strap-on to my midriff right in front of him, wondering just what was going through his mind at this moment.

With him now fully aware of just what was now ahead of him, like he had fantasised, “oh Mistress Sylvia, how did you know? You’re going to ‘peg’ me now, aren’t you? Believe me, I’ve dreamed of this for some time now, although I’ve never actually talked to Dawn about it. And I KNOW I can fully trust in you, I know I’m safe in your hands.”

“Really, Darling. Seems like a ‘win, win’ situation then, you want me to do just what I’m planning to. And yes, I will be very careful when it comes to your safety,” showing him the pot of lube, “see I have done my ‘homework,’ as you can see.” Coating my new ‘tool’ with a generous coating of my lubricant, and right within his line of sight.

I was also aware of the need to thoroughly prepare his arse for my ‘invasion.’ Kneeling behind him I began to penetrate with, at first, one finger smothered in lube, later joined by another. A found his prostate and fingered it quite vigorously, producing quite a loud squeal of delight. “What is all this noise? I might have to silence you hear, I very much doubt of you’ll be able to cry out like this with a pair of my panties shoved into your mouth!”

“Oh, please Mistress Sylvia, I need to be silenced here!” It was almost as if he wanted me to insert them, well let nobody claim I’m not obliging! I stood up to retrieve the pair I’d just removed in order to fit my strap-on, no I hadn’t cum in them but there would be more than enough of my scent upon them for this purpose.

Kneeling in front of him, on the bed, his eyes gave the impression that they were almost appealing for me to insert them. “You want these, don’t you?”

“Yes please, Mistress Sylvia. Put them in and shut me up!”

“As you wish!” IN THEY WENT, to be tied there with another length of bondage rope. “Now, where was I?” As I climbed off the bed and resumed my position behind his bound form.

With a generous helping of lube both inside of his crack and over my ‘tool’ it was time for the twain to be introduced to one another. Very slowly I began to penetrate his anus, moving it inside gently. To his obvious pleasure, as the muffled moans of delight indicated. Eventually it was fully home, for this first occasion I had, quite deliberately selected the smaller of my two strap-ons that I had purchased, if today went well, and the initial signs WERE good, then I’d be able to move up to the larger one in due course. And that’s exactly what it felt like, home.

“Well then young James, you have all of Mistress Sylvia’s ‘cock’ up your arse now. Does that feel good, my love? Your anal cherry is MINE!” Cue another loud squeal, well as loud as it could be with a pair of my satin panties located within its emitter’s orifice, of course!

And now I started. Very slowly and gently, I withdrew my ‘tool’ only to plunge it back in, slightly faster, accelerating the pace each cycle until I was pounding my victim at ‘full throttle,’ as it were. Meanwhile my arms reached around his bound torso, one of my hands clamping around his erect cock, as the other commenced a tickling action upon his balls. Before long the mitt holding his cock was pumping upon it, to the same frequency that I was shagging his arse.

Ok, so I didn’t quite time things to perfection. It was several seconds in-between that little attachment resting upon my clitoris to do its ‘job’ and his cock exploding with cum shouting out of it, but I persisted until both of these desirable outcomes were achieved, both of us fully gripped by ecstasy, which didn’t feel in the mood to release us from its hold for a while. After all, this was our first ever time, I was confident I could improve my timing with more practice. And it wasn’t as if we hadn’t enjoyed that one!

So, after a period, I commenced again, thrusting into him with wild abandon, wanking his member simultaneously, however, once more I didn’t quite get things ‘right,’ although it was closer, the gap between our respective climaxes being somewhat reduced.

I kept him there and ‘at it’ for some considerable length of time, well over an hour in fact, and, as expected, my sense of timing did improve, to the degree that as I finally called a halt to proceedings with myself basically spent and my partner hanging completely knackered in his bonds, our climaxes, very enjoyable ones too, were virtually simultaneous. Not bad for a first effort, as I untied him from the bedframe, allowing us both to basically collapse upon the bed, sheer tiredness preventing any further sexual action.

It’s strange, but having wanted this for so long, to peg a male that is, I guess that I found it to be somewhat of a dis-appointment, things weren’t quite so exciting as I’d anticipated. Now don’t get me wrong here, it’s not as if I didn’t enjoy the process or myself in performing it, but it wasn’t quite as satisfying as I’d been looking for. To be perfectly honest, I’d obtained far more pleasure in shagging normally, as if tying young James to my bed, having dressed him in my stockings, could ever be classed as ‘conventional,’ of course. But it was clear that he had thoroughly loved the whole situation, and it became part of our routine, purely as per his wishes. I mean, it’s not as if I didn’t derive any enjoyment here, just not as much as he did. And so, the sex between us became very frequent and regular, mostly in the form of shagging, but as we have all seen, fairly often pegging, more for his benefit and enjoyment than mine. Until that dreadful day, when instead of recovering, Dawn slipped away from us and this earth. Something that shocked us both to the core.

[harveygasson]

Great stuff! Loved the description and really detailed.

[LunaDog]

Great stuff! Loved the description and really detailed.

Thank you. Pleased that you've enjoyed this.

[LunaDog]

Naturally all bedroom activity between us ceased immediately, as we took stock of this tragic situation. I had lost a loving daughter, and James his dear wife. As well as the huge emotional impact of her death, there were practical, ‘real life,’ matters to attend to, such as arranging a funeral for instance. And there James and I really bonded, we very much worked as a team, seeing the others through this difficult and traumatic time.

Now I had every intention of honouring my pledges to James, and indirectly Dawn, when I had first enticed him into my bed, of standing aside if she had recovered from her ailments. To a large extend what happened before her untimely death had just been two people seeking a purely physical answer to satisfy their sexual urges, there was never any love involved here. And we to a large degree kept it that way, for instance James always left my home after a steamy sex session, he never stayed the night afterwards. Both of us fully respecting Dawn’s position. But now? Whether we liked or wanted it at all, both of us had to face the very reality that she had now gone and wouldn’t be coming back to us.

So, I guess that it was almost inevitable as to what happened next. We turned to each other for solace, the very night after Dawn’s funeral saw the pair of us sharing my bed that night, and although sexual action DID occur, there were no bondage ties of any sort present, of even any stockings at all. This was pure ‘making love’ as opposed to anything more frantic, as we cemented the emotional bond between us and became a proper loving couple. We’ve been together ever since, although it’s quite clear that Dawn’s memory is fully respected and treasured by both of us.

James sold the house that Dawn and he had called ‘home,’ moving into my residence with me. And yes, after a suitable period of respectful time, we became man and wife. We’re now married and finding that our love for one another is very real, and that life has granted us another ‘shot’ at happiness, despite our real losses.

Of course, those bondage ties and stockings have re-appeared, very much so, into the equation within the bedroom. He’s often tied to the bed to be subjected to my rampant sexuality, most usually lying upon it in the ‘normal’ sense. But every now and then, like as said previously, to satisfy HIS lusts, he’s tied standing up to its full frame. To find himself, not pegged by the Mother-in-Law anymore, but now,

PEGGED BY THE WIFE!

Mercilessly, I should add!

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, that's a surprising end to this story. I haven't seen that coming.

[LunaDog]

Dear @LunaDog, that's a surprising end to this story. I haven't seen that coming.

You know me, by now Jenny!

[harveygasson]

Really fun!

[LunaDog]

Thank you.