Stories of Tie Up Games

Character Descriptions:

Sandra Ashton: Sandra is a 45-year-old brunette standing at 6 feet tall, with long black hair that frames her attractive features. As Liam's aunt and the sister of Mary—Liam's 42-year-old mother—she is warm and friendly in general compared to Mary who is more overbearing. Living as a single mother in Glenmore, she has chosen not to remarry after her childhood love left her upon discovering she was expecting their daughter, Lena. This experience shaped her nurturing yet independent nature, making her both friendly and resilient.

Liam Ashton: At 22, Liam is exploring college options while standing 5’9” with short black hair. He has recently decided to move to Glenmore to live with his aunt and attend the local technical university, relishing the chance to forge a new path for himself. He has deep submissive tendencies which he is interested in exploring while away from his parent's supervision.

Lena Ashton: Lena, aged 24, stands at 5’7” with short, wavy brunette hair. Currently living out of state for her college education, she maintains a close relationship with her mother, visiting whenever she can during breaks.

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Prologue:

Liam found himself lying hogtied in the darkness of his aunt’s closet, his wrists bound tightly with a clothesline his aunt had found in her basement, she had wadded up and stuffed one of her large white handkerchiefs into his mouth as a gag. The slight fear and exhilaration he felt in his mind were palpable as he came to terms with his aunt's dominance over him. He had craved this feeling of submission and helplessness for a long time now and experiencing it at the hands of his kind and loving Aunt was a weird feeling for him.

He had usually imagined himself being dominated by an imaginary Girlfriend or an experienced Dominatrix, but never did he think a day would come that his Aunt Sandra would step up and be the one to fulfill his submissive desires. In the dim light, he could barely make out the door of the closet as she had locked him up alone in the darkness. The sudden uncertainty of his desires being fulfilled weighed a little on his heart, yet he couldn't deny the heady mix of submission and vulnerability he currently felt, it was everything he imagined he would feel and more.

The darkness seemed to amplify the sound of his pounding heart, the only noise breaking the silence. Liam's nose was filled with the unmistakable scent of his Aunt’s perfume, an intoxicating reminder of his own helplessness and vulnerability. Whenever he turned right, he felt the scent of fresh leather waft over from his Aunt’s leather boots which she had stored in the closet. Alone in the darkness, Liam experienced both fear and arousal. Despite the fear, he was acutely aware of the coarseness of the rope against his skin and the soft but filling wad stuffed in his mouth, a stark reminder of his voluntary surrender to her control. The now damp wad of her handkerchief made sure he was quiet and didn’t disturb his Aunt turned Mistress’s beauty sleep. She had made ample sure of that with his tight bondage. He lay there thinking back to how a small moment of vulnerability had led to his current situation.

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Part 1:

As the summer of 2022 progressed, Liam was on his bed, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Sunlight streamed through his bedroom window, casting playful shadows as it filtered through the trees outside, dancing with the soft breeze. At 21, he found himself at a pivotal moment, torn between the comforting familiarity of his undergraduate studies in Computer Science and the enticing prospects of entering the job market or pursuing graduate studies. His well-meaning parents had always imposed rigid expectations on him, keeping him firmly anchored to his hometown instead of allowing him to explore the world outside on his own. With strict curfews and the need for permission to attend parties or go on trips with friends, their aspirations loomed over him like a dark cloud, stifling his true self in a path better suited to them than to his own desires.

Growing up, Liam felt the weight of their towering expectations crushing him. In his traditional household, every morning began and ended with lectures on diligence and success, leaving little room for personal expression. His parents, while well-meaning, often projected their dreams onto him. “Your future depends on your grades, and grades depend on your behavior,” they would echo with unyielding sincerity. The pressure mounted like a tidal wave, engulfing him in anxious thoughts of how he was perceived—by his peers, his family, society at large.

Living in the charming city of Lanmire had its perks, yet the routine soon felt suffocating. Having spent his entire life in such a city, which was also home to one of the state's best schools, Liam had never escaped his parents' protective embrace. His days were consumed by classes and a part-time job at a local bookstore, where he often lost himself among the dusty shelves—part sanctuary, part prison. Each book whispered of adventure, of lives lived boldly beyond the confines of his everyday existence.

Liam had experienced a few relationships since high school, but they remained mostly platonic, limited to some hand-holding and kisses—nothing too intense. The lack of privacy at home stifled any further exploration. Consequently, he turned to the internet, indulging his curiosity about relationships and sexuality. His journey began with erotic novels, leading him to videos, yet he often felt unsatisfied by mainstream pornography.

Gradually, he strayed from conventional content, exploring different genres until he discovered BDSM.Stumbling upon a femdom story featuring a teacher who dominated her student was what initially captivated him, awakening a deep sense of satisfaction and intrigue. It struck all the right chords, providing him immense pleasure. This newfound fascination was further ignited by engaging with online communities that discussed BDSM practices, where he began to grasp the vital elements of consent, trust, and emotional connection that underpinned such relationships. Here, he found a sanctuary, a place where he could engage with others about desires that had always felt too taboo to voice. He experienced liberation learning about the intricacies of consent and trust, discovering how profound emotional connections formed the backbone of such relationships. Each interaction on those forums deepened his understanding of his own desires.

It was somewhat ironic that Liam yearned for freedom from his parents yet found himself drawn to the idea of being sexually forced into submission to any domineering woman who would have him. After considerable reflection, he realized there wasn't as much contradiction in his feelings as he initially thought. Through anonymous conversations with like-minded individuals online, he began to understand the roots of his desire for submission. Having grown up with parents and teachers constantly looking out for him and supervising him, he resented that oversight but also appreciated the sense of security it provided. Over time, he had come to realize that he had developed a comfort in letting others make decisions for him, a longing perhaps reinforced by his strict upbringing.

Despite his internal conflict, he knew that to truly explore these desires, he needed to be far from Lanmire and the watchful eyes of his parents. He had attempted to encourage his girlfriends to adopt a more assertive role in their relationships, either by subtly embracing his own submissive tendencies or directly asking them to be bolder and more aggressive. Unfortunately, these efforts rarely led to the transformative experiences he sought; most of his partners were content with a platonic dynamic and were reluctant to stir the waters.

“Liam!” his mother called from the kitchen, her voice echoing through the hallway, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Dinner’s ready. Come help set the table!”

He sighed, the inviting aroma of spaghetti and garlic bread tempting but overshadowed by the weight of his thoughts. As he shuffled down the corridor, he couldn’t shake the sense of being trapped beneath their watchful eyes. His mother’s love was palpable, yet a part of him longed for something beyond the confines of their expectations.

“Liam, are you even listening?” his father’s voice cut through his reverie as they gathered around the dinner table that evening.

“You need to start thinking about your future. Your grades are very good, so your options are also incredibly diverse, you can either start working at a software firm or decide to pursue higher studies. But you need to make the decision.”

“Yeah, Dad, I know,” Liam replied, forcing a smile while his heart sank.

“I’m applying to Glenmore Tech.”

“Glenmore?” His mother’s fork paused mid-air.

“That’s quite a distance from home, it’s even out of our state. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I think I am.”

“Well, at least it’s not a complete unknown, your Aunt Sandra lives in Glenmore. I’m sure she could let you stay at her place.”

Liam had anticipated that his parents would try to make him stay at his aunt’s house instead of the college hostel, but he was determined to leave. Compared to his parents, Aunt Sandra was pretty cool, and he knew he could persuade her to grant him much more freedom. What they failed to understand was that this choice was about more than just his preferred college; it was about seizing an opportunity for freedom. The idea of moving to Glenmore was irresistibly enticing. The thought of escaping Lanmire and living in a place where he could explore to his heart's content ignited a rush of exhilaration.

His friends were just as excited, eager to share stories of their adventures as they prepared to chase their dreams beyond their hometown. “You’re going to love it,” Jake said, playfully nudging him. “Glenmore is the place to be. New people, new experiences—just don’t forget us!”

“Never,” Liam replied, smiling warmly, fully aware that this was about more than just a change of scenery; it was a chance to forge a new identity, free from his parents' expectations.

With a blend of excitement and anxiety swirling in his chest, Liam began packing his bags. As he stuffed clothes and books into boxes, his heart raced at the thought of independence. The constant hum of family life, once comforting, now felt suffocating as he prepared to leave it all behind. Every item he packed symbolized a step closer to his dreams.

“Just a few more hours,” he murmured to himself while loading the last of his belongings into the old sedan his parents had given him. The familiar streets of Lanmire blurred past as he drove toward the thrilling unknown ahead. It was a long journey; even though his parents had offered to ship the car while he flew to Glenmore, Liam wanted to savor his newfound freedom with a road trip through the state. The drive took him almost a day, including an overnight stop at a motel, before he finally arrived.

As he pulled into the city limits of Glenmore, the vibrant colors of autumn leaves dazzled his vision. He parked outside Aunt Sandra's charming two-story house, which looked inviting in the glow of the setting sun. Warm light poured from the kitchen window, and he could almost taste the familiar scents of her cooking wafting through the air.

Stepping out of the car, he felt a mix of anxiety and hope. This was it—his chance to start anew. Glenmore awaited him as a blank slate where he could discover himself away from the watchful eyes of his parents.Taking a deep breath, he approached the door and rang the bell, his heart pounding in his chest. It was time to step into the unknown, and with it, a thrilling sense of hope swelled within him. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead in this new chapter of his life.

Sandra opened the door, her tall silhouette framed by the warm glow of morning light. At 45, she was a striking woman with long, dark hair cascading down her back and a gentle confidence that made her presence felt in any room she entered. As Liam’s aunt and the sister of his mother Mary, Sandra was all too familiar with the dynamics of family relationships. She had chosen the path of a single mother after suffering heartbreak in her youth. The one man she had ever truly loved left her when he discovered she was pregnant with their daughter, Lena. Heartache drove her to focus on raising Lena alone, nurturing her with affection and understanding, traits contrasting sharply with the strict upbringing that had shaped her own childhood. Although her parents’ traditional views often included severe discipline and corporal punishment, she made a conscious choice never to replicate that environment with Lena, fostering an atmosphere of support and open communication instead.

Now, as a single mother living alone, Sandra exuded a friendly warmth that made her approachable and beloved in her community. However, the scars of her past still lingered, ever a reminder of the vulnerability that came from trusting others. Romance felt like an antiquated concept, a closed chapter in her life, as she focused on Lena’s future and her owner as an accountant.

When Lena left for college out of state, the silence in the house amplified Sandra's feelings of loneliness. Despite her attractive appearance and friendly nature, she had retreated from dating, wary of emotional entanglements. Thus, she found herself opening her home to Liam, who was seeking an escape from the rigid rules set by his parents. For Sandra, the prospect of having her nephew around felt like fresh air—a way to fill the void left by Lena's absence.

As Sandra opened the door, a wave of warmth washed over Liam. Her familiar presence, framed by the soft light spilling from the foyer, enveloped him in a comforting embrace. She welcomed him inside with the kind of hug that spoke volumes—a mix of affection, excitement, and a hint of reassurance.

“Welcome, Liam!” she beamed, stepping back to look at him. Her bright, expressive eyes searched his face, trying to glean how he felt after his long journey.

“It’s so good to see you! How was the drive?”

“It was amazing, actually,” he replied, a smile breaking through the remnants of his travel fatigue.

“The scenic route was beautiful. I’m glad I decided to take my time.”

“Well, you certainly deserve to enjoy it. Now let’s get you settled!” She waved him inside, her energy filling the air like the scent of a homemade meal. As he walked into the living room, he noticed the familiar décor: family pictures on the walls, the brightly colored throw pillows on the couch, and the inviting aroma coming from the kitchen.

“Let me help with your bags,” Sandra said, glancing toward the pile of luggage he had yet to unload. He nodded, grateful for her offer. Together, they carried his things into the hallway, the sounds of zippers and the soft thud of bags breaking the serene quiet of the house.

He led the way upstairs, where the soft hues of paint on the walls and the wooden banister created a cozy atmosphere. "Your room is upstairs to the left!" she exclaimed as they approached the door. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

“Thanks,” he said, pushing the door open to reveal the space—a sanctuary where memories of summer visits and laughter echoed back to him. The bed was made with fresh linens, and the closet and cupboard were cleared for his use.

“It’s all yours. I’ll let you unpack and get settled. I’m making breakfast in a bit—your favorite,” she said playfully, stepping back to give him space.

“Sounds perfect,” he replied, feeling excitement bubbling up inside him. As he started unpacking, the weight of the trip slipped away with each item he placed in the drawers. Clothes folded neatly; books stacked on top of one another—they all seemed to signify a new chapter beginning. The joy of the familiar mixed with anxious anticipation of what the next few days would bring. Liam paused for a moment, standing by the window that overlooked the foliage splashed with vibrant reds and oranges.

“Aunt Sandra?” he called down the stairs.

“Yes?” she answered, her voice filled with curiosity.

“Just wanted to say… it’s really nice to be here. I feel like I can finally breathe,” he admitted, his words laced with sincerity. "It's a relief to get away from everything."

“I feel the same way, Liam. It’s lovely having you here,” she replied, her tone straightforward yet warm.

“I’ve been looking forward to spending time with you. Just remember, you can talk to me about anything. We’re in this together.” He smiled, reassured by her presence. Unpacking became easy when underpinned by the promise of open communication and understanding. Once everything was in its place, he decided to take a moment to collect his thoughts. After a quick wash-up, he heard her call from the kitchen.

“Breakfast is ready!” The smell of pancakes and fresh coffee wafted through the air, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Liam bounded down the stairs, finding her at the table, a spread of delicious food laid out. She looked up, her expression pleased.

“I know you were on the road for a long time, so I wanted to make something special.”

“You didn’t have to go all out,” he chuckled, taking a seat. “You already welcomed me so warmly!”

“Oh, but it’s a celebration!” she replied, pouring a generous cup of coffee for him.

“Besides, I like spoiling you a little when I can.”As they sat together, a comfortable rhythm established itself between them—the light banter, shared laughter, and frankly, the very real and intimate connection they had cultivated over the past months. The conversation flowed from casual topics to more personal reflections as they savored the meal, each bite tasting like a reminder that he had truly escaped the confines of his previous life.

Maybe, just maybe, this new chapter in Glenmore would reveal more than he initially imagined. The sun crested higher in the sky, spilling golden light across the room, and with it, Liam felt something stirring deep within—a mix of hope, freedom, and the faint thrill of uncharted territory ahead.

***

Liam's new life in Glenmore started in the early days of August 2023, marking the beginning of an exciting new chapter of his life. He had convinced his parents and moved in with his aunt to attend the Glenmore Technical University, to pursue his Graduate studies in Computer Science, which was a comprehensive 2 year course with a break in the spring for about 3 months.

Leaving his overbearing parents behind to live with Aunt Sandra felt like a breath of fresh air. It was an opportunity for him to step into a new environment where he could finally feel free. Aunt Sandra was everything his parents weren't—laid-back, understanding, and quick to offer him the freedom he had long desired. Her relaxed approach to life made him feel immediately at ease. She set reasonable boundaries, which allowed him to adapt to this new lifestyle without feeling overwhelmed.

This new living situation felt both thrilling and comforting, giving him the space to grow and explore who he was. The first few months of living under her roof flew by quickly, he spent most of it hanging out with his college friends, going to parties, spending time in study groups, and having overnight stays at the homes of his friends. Each day was filled with experiences he had secretly craved while dealing with the strict rules imposed by his parents. College life provided a wealth of opportunities to socialize and learn, and without the constant pressure from home, he felt more confident and willing to try new things.

He enjoyed the independence that came with managing his own schedule, cooking for himself, and making friends. Liam soon found himself settling into this new rhythm. He was no longer the timid boy his parents had raised; instead, he was becoming a young man ready to take charge of his own life and embrace the opportunities ahead. Living in Glenmore meant he could finally focus on his education and personal growth without the weight of his passive past holding him back.

Yet, amid the joyous exploration of newfound autonomy, there lingered within him certain desires he had never had the chance to fully explore. They were interests that had developed over the course of years and had now become an instinctive desire, the desire to fall in love, to find a woman who loved him but also was willing to indulge him in his fantasies of submission. He had thought that once he achieved a modicum of freedom his desire to submit would go away, replaced by more healthy thoughts, but instead, it had only increased upon reaching Glenmore. He had to face it at this point, he was innately submissive, and he craved the attention and domination of an authoritative woman in his life, especially in the bedroom.

Liam quickly settled into life at Aunt Sandra's home, where he split the chores. While she handled cooking and the bulk of the cleaning, he took on his share of household tasks, feeling more than happy to contribute. However, in those initial weeks, he was largely preoccupied with reveling in his newfound freedom. The weight of his previous constraints had been lifted, and he was eager to explore this uncharted territory of independence.

Aunt Sandra understood his need for space; she knew all too well how his mother’s desire for control and discipline had stifled his spirit. With a gentle touch, she encouraged him to enjoy his time and pursue his interests rather than burdening him with excessive responsibilities. Her empathy allowed a bond to form between them, one built on mutual respect and understanding.

As the months passed, though, something began to shift within Liam. Once the initial excitement faded and routine settled in, he felt a growing urge to contribute more around the house. The driving force behind this change stemmed from several fruitless months of online encounters, where aspirations for a romantic connection—especially one that explored the dom/sub dynamic he longed for—remained unfulfilled. Each interaction left him yearning for a deeper connection, and as time wore on, he started to crave a sense of submission in his everyday life.

This longing began to manifest itself through his chores and tasks around the house. He found solace in the rhythm of the daily routines, the acts of cooking, cleaning, and organizing gradually becoming less of a burden and more of a channel for his inner desires. He discovered a certain satisfaction in the simple act of serving—whether it was preparing dinner for Aunt Sandra or tidying up a cluttered room. It was grounding and fulfilling in ways he hadn't expected.

After about eight months at his aunt’s, he found himself on break from college. His parents had embarked on a vacation cruise, offering to pick him up on their way back. But with semester-ending exams looming, he had politely declined, believing it was better for them to enjoy their time as a couple rather than as parents. This decision provided him with even more space to explore his feelings and curiosities without the weight of parental expectations hovering over him.

With his parents away, Liam felt a renewed motivation to help out around the house. He embraced the role of caretaker enthusiastically, going the extra mile to surprise Aunt Sandra with little gestures, such as preparing her favorite meals or tackling chores she typically managed alone. Each task became a way for him to channel the submission he had been craving, translating his desires into acts of service that strengthened their bond.

Little by little, as he immersed himself in household dynamics, he began to experience a kind of contentment he had never known. The feeling of contributing, of being valued, provided a remarkable balance to his life that all the online escapades had failed to deliver. This new approach to his daily routine created a sense of fulfillment, allowing him to balance his independence with a newfound appreciation for the simple joys of responsibility and connection.

During a typical week, Liam balances his college classes and personal life with Aunt Sandra's moral support. He starts each weekday with early morning classes at the technical university, returning home in the evening, where Aunt Sandra usually prepares dinner. Although she isn't familiar with the specifics of his studies, she provides a warm, encouraging presence, listening to his excitement about projects and offering advice when he hesitates over decisions, creating a supportive environment for him.

On study nights, they sit at the dining table, with Sandra working on her own tasks while Liam reviews his notes. Their collaborative yet independent atmosphere fosters connection, even if she doesn't delve deeply into his academic material. Each weekend brings a mix of exploration and relaxation, with trips to local festivals and Saturday game nights that emphasize their bond. Sunday afternoons are often devoted to lighthearted movies and conversations reflecting on life, solidifying a relationship rooted not just in shared interests but in understanding and emotional support as Liam navigates his college journey.

The weekends were pretty normal, there were exceptions of course. His Aunt was pretty interested in his life and tried to make sure he lived the best life possible for him. She would reminisce about old days and also try to pry information about his dating life every now and then—for example, one time when she brought up Role-playing games.

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The living room buzzed with the comfortable hum of a typical family evening. The warm glow of the table lamp illuminated Liam and Aunt Sandra as they began to clean up the remnants of their dinner. Laughter still echoed in the corners from the light-hearted banter they’d shared over the meal. As they finished putting away dishes, Sandra caught a glimpse of nostalgia and decided to share a little piece of her past.

“You know,” she began, her voice a mix of warmth and playfulness, “I used to play role-playing games back in the day. Your mom and I would team up with a few friends, and we’d get lost in worlds of adventure. We had quite the imagination!”

“Really?” Liam replied, intrigued.

“What games did you play?”

“Oh, the classics! Dungeons & Dragons, of course. We’d spend hours crafting characters, rolling dice, and going on epic quests. It was so much fun!” There was a glimmer in her eyes as she reminisced about the thrill of those shared adventures.

“I can’t imagine you as a wizard or something,” Liam teased, poking fun at the image of his aunt in fantasy garb.

“Did you ever cast any crazy spells?” Sandra laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, you might be surprised! But speaking of role-playing—have you ever thought about trying it yourself?” She watched him closely, eyebrow arched with playful curiosity.

Liam paused, a flicker of color rising to his cheeks. “Um, not exactly that type of role-playing,” he stammered, his thoughts shifting unexpectedly to the more adult-oriented scenarios involving dominance and submission he had been involved in online. Images of his previous online Dom/sub roleplays crossed his mind, but he quickly cleared those thoughts away.

“Oh?” Sandra's interest piqued, her teasing tone shifting slightly. “What type are you talking about then?” He glanced at her, feeling a flustered heat. “You know, just… general stuff. Not anything too serious.” The blush deepened on his cheeks, a clear tell that made Sandra’s curiosity flare even more.

“You mean to tell me you’ve been getting a little… naughty?” she said, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eyes.

“Are you saying there’s some role-play involved with your girlfriends?”

Liam rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find words to deflect but only managing a vague answer, “Uh, I mean… maybe? It’s just something I’ve seen... online and stuff.”

The moment felt charged, and the mixture of embarrassment and intrigue danced between them.

“Hmm, online, you say? Sounds like you’ve been exploring,” she teased, sounding both amused and genuinely curious. Her tone danced between teasing affection and a shared secret, drawing out the layers of their relationship that were slowly shifting.

“It’s all just hypothetical, I’m not admitting to anything,” he replied, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. “Nothing serious. Just… thoughts, you know?”

“Thoughts that spark your interest, perhaps?” she pressed, an impish smile surfacing.

“Just remember, exploring new ideas is a part of growing up! I mean, if it involves costumes and adventures, who wouldn’t want to dive in?”

“What’s next? You’re gonna encourage me to write a fantasy novel or something?” Liam laughed nervously, trying to bring some levity back into the conversation, but he could sense her genuine interest in his thoughts.

“Well, wouldn’t that be entertaining? A tale of your adventures with your ‘gorgeous’ girlfriends—complete with heroes and damsels in distress?” Sandra continued to tease, and with every word, Liam felt his pulse quicken.

“Gorgeous? Okay, now you’re just exaggerating,” he replied, his embarrassment only growing. His mind raced with the idea of how his aunt might envision his escapades, which only made him feel more flustered and ever more aware of the subtle shift happening in their relationship. What would his Aunt think if she knew he related more with the damsel in distress than the hero?

“You’ll have to let me know if you decide to try anything adventurous,” she added with a wink, “though I can’t promise I won’t embarrass you with a few stories of my own role-playing past. Just remember,” she said with a mock-serious tone, “if you go down that road, I want the juicy details!”

Liam chuckled, a mixture of mortification and amusement bubbling within him. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied, grateful for her light-heartedness.

***

During another such weekend, Liam and Aunt Sandra lounged on the couch, the soft glow of the television flickering shadows across the room. The movie—an exploration of student-teacher dynamics—drew them into an intense scene where a student, brimming with youthful bravado, defiantly clashed with his teacher.

“I don’t need your help, Mr. Harris!” the student yelled, his voice brimming with indignation that only someone sheltered by a lack of experience could muster.

“You’re just trying to control me!”

“And you think refusing to listen is a better solution? This project isn’t about doing whatever you want,” Mr. Harris replied, his patience visibly wearing thin.

“All you care about is following the rules! It’s not always about rules; it’s about passion!” the student shot back, his tone increasingly petulant.

Liam snorted softly, shifting in his seat. He could see the folly in the student’s argument, recalling his own moments of immaturity where he had dug his heels in, refusing to let go of pride, just like this stubborn kid. The tension on the screen resonated with him, reminding him of the struggles he faced with authority figures in his own life, especially his parents. They had always demanded the best of him but had little patience for the hesitations that came with youth. Suddenly, the conversation in the room shifted as Sandra turned toward him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“You know, Liam,” she teased, nudging him lightly, “the best way to learn is to be silent and obey those who are older and more experienced than you—say someone like me.
”The jest in her voice hit him like a jolt. He laughed lightly but felt something deeper click within him. The idea of submission, of surrendering to someone he trusted, swirled around his mind like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze.

His thoughts drifted to high school, a poignant memory flooding back of when he volunteered at the local community center. He had felt overwhelmed yet fulfilled, a sense of purpose blossoming within him as he helped others. It had been in that role of service that he first understood the beauty of stepping aside for others.

‘What if… What if I told Aunt Sandra about my submissive desires? Seeking submission to Aunt Sandra could offer me what I’m looking for. She’s someone I trust to care for me. At least I don’t think she would judge me or push me away... I think.’

But just as quickly as the thought arrived, apprehension ensued. What if she doesn’t understand? What if she tells my parents? Liam felt a cold knot form in his stomach. What if she thinks I’m some kind of freak? Fear gripped him tighter. Or worse: what if she believed he was crazy and needed help? It was a risk that felt too great, too frightening to confront.

The internal arguments played out as they always did when he contemplated sharing this part of himself. He understood that people generally sought control and recognition, not submission. Everyone wanted to soar, to strive for excellence. He wanted that too. Yet, there was a longing within him for a different path. He didn’t desire to be trampled upon by random people; rather, he wished to submit to a few who would treat him with genuine care.

He craved the relief that came from letting go of burdens and choices, a yearning deeply rooted in the constraints imposed by his overbearing upbringing. That pattern of pressure and expectation had subtly shaped his attraction to BDSM and submission. The sexual aspect was not at the forefront—it was more about feeling safe enough to relinquish control to someone deserving.

Yet, with that inclination came the familiar avalanche of concerns. What if she dismisses him? What if this conversation destroyed their relationship?

Liam turned to Sandra again, his heart pounding as he sought the right moment, the right words. She looked so relaxed, her attention on the film, her face soft in the glow of the screen, blissfully unaware of the storm of thoughts swirling within him.

“Aunt Sandra,” he murmured, the gravity of his suppressed revelation weighing heavily on his tongue, “can I talk to you about something really personal?”

She shifted her focus to him, her expression shifting from amusement to gentle encouragement.

“Of course, Liam. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’m here for you.” Her warmth and openness coaxed a flicker of courage from him, yet as he opened his mouth, doubt washed over him. The words teetered on the edge of his lips, momentarily dancing in the air, but the familiar fear snagged his resolve.

Instead, he forced a smile, his heart heavy. “I… uh… I’ll tell you later. Thanks for listening.” He tried to mask the disappointment with a casual shrug, turning his gaze back to the movie, grappling with the turmoil he had chosen to mask with silence.

The flickers of the film flickered along the periphery of his consciousness, but his thoughts remained preoccupied—chained to what he had almost confessed, lingering on the idea of surrender, of trust, and the potential for a deeper connection he longed to explore.

But most other days were pretty normal until the fated day, the day that would change both of their lives forever. It all started with a regular night involving cooking and doing chores around the house.

***

It had been close to 8 months since Liam had moved in with his Aunt, It was May of 2023, and he had completed two semesters and was taking a two-month vacation. He had tried to pursue his desires secretly in Glenmore by trying to connect with a dominant woman online, but it never really clicked. Either they were not interested in a brand new submissive who might just be curious or were intent on squeezing money out of him in the name of BDSM sessions.

In his past relationships, Liam had done some experimenting, but his partners had consistently missed the mark. Some were hesitant, unwilling to tread the waters of his deeper desires, while others showered him with affection in ways that were juvenile.

His thoughts rattled around as he watched Aunt Sandra bustling in the kitchen, her presence radiating warmth and familiarity. Liam was a bit distracted but he pushed the swirling thoughts aside, anchoring himself in the mundane ebb and flow of their tasks.

“Let me do those, Aunt Sandra,” he offered with a confident smile, eager to lighten her load.

“In moments like these, you really ought to take advantage of your capable nephew.”

She chuckled, the sound rich and heartening. “Thank you, dear! It’s kind of you to offer, but I’m not that old yet. I can manage.”

Liam nodded, stepping in to help with the dishes, feeling their rhythm together as they continued in a comfortable silence. As they worked, he instinctively took on the more tedious tasks, wiping down counters and organizing the utensils without being asked.

“You know,” Aunt Sandra began, glancing at him with a thoughtful expression, “you really don’t have to do everything. You’re always so eager to help; I sometimes wonder if you even know how to say no.”

A light blush crept onto his cheeks, but he shrugged, offering a teasing smile. “Maybe I just like making things easier for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and curiosity. “Well, it’s sweet, but it’s also a bit worrying. You should enjoy your own time too, you know.”

“Yeah, but I’d much rather see you relaxed than hustle about.” Aunt Sandra raised an eyebrow, observing him closely.

“You do realize that being too accommodating can lead to being taken advantage of, right? Also, not every girl will appreciate your willingness to take on everything either, girls these days seem to find it patronizing.”

Her comment lingered in the air, tinged with a seriousness that caught him off guard.

“I guess... I could see how both of those things could happen.”

“Yes,” she pressed gently, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, “and sometimes it’s okay to want to be a little more... in control of what you do for others.”

“I just like helping you,” he murmured, a bit too defensively.

“Helping is one thing. Wanting to serve is something different,” she noted, her tone now laced with genuine concern.

Liam swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. Before he could reign in his thoughts, he found himself saying, “I wouldn’t mind serving you in any way you need...”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging between them. Aunt Sandra’s eyes widened slightly, searching his face for clarity. “Serving... how, exactly?”

Caught off guard by his revelation, Liam hesitated, his mind racing. “Uh, I mean like... I don’t mind if it means more chores or... well, you know...” He trailed off, heat flooding his face, the implications harshly echoing within him.

“What do you really mean, honey?” she asked softly, a blend of concern and intrigue was visible on her features.

Panic surged, battling against a compelling urge to divulge his feelings. “I dunno... I just... there’s something about it...” His tongue felt heavy as the tension shifted, loosening words that had stayed tucked away for far too long.

“I think I might... like being guided by you, someone who is more… mature and in charge.” Aunt Sandra leaned closer, her brow furrowing in thought. “You want me to... guide you? Wait, I think you’ve tried to bring something like this up before, haven’t you? Guide you in what way?”

Liam’s heart raced as an unexpected thrill surged within him, spurred on by her inquisitive gaze. “Maybe...” he hesitated, fear battling with the excitement of honesty. “Maybe I want to be told what to do.”

Her expression shifted from concern to a mix of surprise and curiosity sparking in her eyes. “You mean you want me to take charge, literally?”

“I don’t know,” he stammered, “but it feels right. Like... I’d want to follow your lead.”

Aunt Sandra’s interest deepened. “Can you tell me what that looks like for you?”

“I just... feel like I’d be okay with doing whatever you said,” he whispered, the remnants of his composure faltering under her intense gaze.“Doing whatever I said?” she echoed, her voice now a whisper of curiosity and something else—something more personal.

“Yeah,” Liam confessed. “It’s like... I wouldn’t mind being your... servant in a way.”

The word slipped from his lips before he could stop it. Silence enveloped them as Aunt Sandra’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“My servant?” she repeated slowly, taking a moment to process his confession.

“Why would you ever want that?”

“I dunno...” he admitted, his cheeks burning with the weight of his words.

“I like being bossed around by women, I guess. It's... freeing?”

With a tentative softness, Aunt Sandra squeezed his hand lightly, her voice taking on a serious tone.

“What does that mean to you, exactly?”

“I want to do what you say. To please you,” he said, his voice quivering. He couldn’t believe he had just confessed that to his very own aunt, He had held his desires in for a long time now, and with his Aunt slowly prying them out he could barely keep them in.

Her gaze remained locked on his, a blend of surprise and an unexpected seriousness illuminating her expression.

“Tell me more.”

Liam exhaled, diving into the depths of his long-held feelings, the barriers beginning to crumble under the warmth of her inquiry. “It’s the idea of being... directed. Just that sense of surrender...”

“Of surrender?” Aunt Sandra murmured, her eyes deepened with recognition, maybe she had started to realize what Laim was into but still prompted him to share more to confirm.

"I don't know how to say it..." Liam stuttered nervously.

"Tell me," Aunt Sandra gently squeezed his hand, her voice taking on a tone of steel that made Liam's knees wobble.

“Yes,” he whispered, feeling both pressured and thrilled.

“Being... kind of like… your slave…”A slight gasp escaped her, an involuntary reaction to the weight of his admission hanging in the space between them. She slowly started pacing around the room, it was one of her little quirks, she liked to pace around the house when she was deeply in thought or was on the phone discussing business. Liam looked on nervously, hesitant to say anything more. She soon looked up after a minute or so and took his hand in hers.

“... This is truly what you want?”Liam nodded slowly, heart pounding as the reality of his confession washed over them both.

The grip of her hand around his tightened instinctively as if she were anchoring herself to a familiar reality against the unexpected tide of his confession. Her expression shifted to one of deep curiosity intertwined with concern.

“I think I have an idea about what you are talking about but, can you tell me exactly what being a slave means to you?”

Liam shifted nervously, the implications of his choice of words crashing down upon him.

“I dunno,” he admitted, his voice faltering slightly, “like I have to obey all of your orders. Be punished if I mess up or disobey. I need to make your life easy?”

The air hung thick with tension as Aunt Sandra fell silent, her mind racing to comprehend the depths of his yearning. “What else?” she prompted gently, her tone coaxing him to continue.

In that moment of vulnerability, he found himself going further than he intended. The cat was out of the bag anyway, might as well go all the way.

“Maybe I’ll be tied up and gagged when I’m not being useful to you...” The suggestion hung awkwardly between them, laced with unspoken implications.

Sandra inhaled sharply, her gaze locking onto his as the realities of his desires began to unfold. “I think being a slave means giving up your freedom—the freedom to speak, to do what you like, to live how you want. You hand it over to someone else and acknowledge them as your superior, your… owner. You start living life to make them happy. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Liam whispered, the weight of his words hanging somberly in the air.“

This is all a lot for me to process…” Aunt Sandra murmured, her brow furrowing as the enormity of his confession settled into her thoughts.

“I need some time to think. We’ll discuss this tomorrow evening.”

TBC

Thanks for the effort, exciting story

I'll be waiting eagerly for the next part

Part 2:

After their conversation lingered uncomfortably in the space between them, they returned to the routine of finishing their chores. Dinner unfolded as it usually did, but an awkward tension enveloped the room where there was once easy conversation. As unsaid truths hung in the air, a pregnant silence that felt both strange and heavy permeated the room.

Liam found himself unable to look at his aunt, embarrassment clawing at his insides. He busied himself with his plate, while Sandra tried to fill the silence with some small talk—casual remarks about the weather and recent events—but each effort seemed to bounce off the walls, landing flat in the still, heavy atmosphere.

The dinner wrapped up quicker than usual, a stark contrast to their typical mealtime bustle. Plates were cleared and washed with rushed movements, each task executed as if they were going through the motions mindlessly and as though they were driven more by obligation than by a shared enjoyment of conversation and companionship. The easy flow of dialogue that usually marked their evenings was replaced by an awkward silence, a heavy atmosphere looming over them like a weight. Small talk faded into the background as they completed their chores, each person was acutely aware of the underlying tension. Every exchange felt charged, heavy with the significance of their earlier conversation.

When they finally said their goodnights, there was a palpable distance between them, an unspoken acknowledgment that the evening had changed something fundamental in their relationship.

Once isolated in her room, Sandra lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of Liam’s confession settling heavily around her. Confusion swirled within her, mingling with concern and an uncomfortable intrigue that she couldn't shake. She replayed the conversation in her mind, wanting to dissect every word. Did he truly understand what he was asking? As she wrestled with her thoughts, a flicker of desire sparked—was there an opportunity tucked beneath his submission for her? To get to know the real Liam, how he really felt deep down during his core vulnerable moments?

Instead of drowning in anxiety, she tried to envision them both having an honest conversation, in a safe space where they could express all their fears and desires openly. “I need to find out what this really means for us, going forward,” she whispered to herself, she knew that things could never go back to the way they were.

She wrestled with the implications of his submissive desires. The idea of him wanting to relinquish control and consciously choose a role of submission was something she had never considered from all of their discussions till now, especially not in the context of their familial bond. How could she reconcile the love she felt for him, as his guardian, with these newfound complexities? There were so many questions, and each one spiralled out of control, demanding answers that she was not yet ready to provide, even to herself.

Her mind turned back to Liam, contemplating his youth and naïveté, realizing how this was all likely tied to his ongoing struggle for identity. He was at a stage in life where he was trying to figure himself out, and now he had introduced this entirely different dynamic into their relationship. What would it mean for both of them? The thought of taking on the role of someone who could alter the course of his personal exploration weighed heavily on her.

The night dragged on Sandra lay in bed, but she could hardly sleep. She knew she would have to prepare for a difficult but necessary discussion the next day, one that could fundamentally change their relationship. The thought sent shivers down her spine, leaving her wide awake as she tried to gather her thoughts for the challenges that lay ahead.

Sandra got up and walked into the washroom, splashing water on her face as she observed her reflection in the mirror. The confusion written across her features mirrored the chaotic swirl of thoughts in her mind. A faint sigh escaped her lips as she wiped her face dry, trying to shake off the weight of the previous conversation. Later into the night, with her laptop perched on her lap, she began researching the dynamics of dominance and submission. The glow of her screen illuminated her furrowed brow as she delved into blogs and articles, searching for guidance. Each story of exploration resonated with her, slowly shifting the gravity of her earlier contemplation into something more tangible.

She scoured websites and blogs dedicated to various forms of relationships and power exchanges for a few hours, her mind racing as she tried to approach the situation from a practical standpoint. The thought of Liam seeking someone else to fulfill his desires loomed over her. What if he turned to a stripper or a prostitute? The mere idea filled her with a sense of dread. She could vividly picture a scenario where he found himself ensnared in a situation far worse than he could imagine—enslaved by a woman who would treat him as little more than a house servant, or an ATM, demanding that he keep her apartment spotless, cook her meals, pay her regularly and cater to her every whim while she indulged in a lifestyle of parties and proceeded to sleep around with other people, basically enjoying life at his expense.

"I need to solve this now. One way or another, there’s no avoiding this," she thought, determination anchoring her resolve amid the turmoil.
Sandra decided to connect with a few people online to ask for some advice, maintaining her anonymity under the pseudonym Novice_Aunt. She found herself drawn to a femdom blog where it seemed like she could explore the topic without judgment. After reading a few posts she decided to post her dilemma, seeking advice on how to navigate this unfamiliar terrain with Liam.

To her surprise, she received a variety of responses within an hour, many from individuals who appeared to be seasoned members of the femdom community. It was hard to gauge the accuracy of their profiles, but three seemingly middle-aged women reached out to her through private messages, offering extensive advice and support. Their enthusiasm and willingness to help made her feel more connected and less alone in this.

Two of the women shared that they engaged in dominant-submissive play with their husbands, incorporating these dynamics into their home lives. They spoke about their experiences with warmth and encouragement, detailing what had worked for them and the importance of communication and consent in any D/S relationship. Sandra had known some of her friends who had engaged in such plays during her college years and a few friends after that from work, so she wasn’t completely new to such a dynamic. The third woman, a single dominatrix, under the username Dom_Alexa offered a different perspective. She shared that she often played with younger men, and her insights felt both enlightening and intimidating at the same time.

After some discussion about the status of the situation, Alexa provided Sandra with practical advice and a brief overview of what Liam might expect. She emphasized that this wasn’t just a fleeting phase for him but a deep-seated need that ran through his very being. This realization struck Sandra; she had sensed something significant stirring within Liam during their interactions, but hearing it clearly articulated helped clarify her thoughts.

“He needs someone to keep him under their thumb,” Alexa wrote, the tone seemed both serious and encouraging. “If you’re willing to step up, you’ll create a space for him to explore his desires safely and meaningfully. It won’t be something that fades after a few days for sure. This lifestyle will require commitment and understanding from both of you.”


Sandra leaned back in her chair, absorbing the weight of that statement. The notion that Liam had a profound need for submission was both daunting and intriguing. She thought providing him with a look into the harsh reality of the situation might dissuade him from going forward with any risky endeavors, when she had brought this option up the dominatrix sent a laughing emoticon saying she was cute and naïve. Either way, Sandra felt she at least had to try. She asked for some advice on what she should do the next day and received some suggestions based on what Liam had mentioned. She spent a few more hours researching and reading through whatever Alexa sent, her heart raced at many of the scenes where domineering women were worshipped and obeyed. She soon closed her tabs and was lying down in bed deep in thought.

Would she be strong enough to ensure Liam’s emotional safety? These fears intermingled with excitement as she closed her eyes, her mind racing over the responsibilities that lay ahead. In her heart, she sensed a wave of protective instinct rising. She had read too many stories in the last few hours where the delicate imbalance of power led to emotional scars.

‘What if he gets hurt? What if he turns to someone who doesn’t care as much about his well-being?’ The worry gnawed at her. Yet the image of his eager face, the trust he placed in her, spurred her determination. If not her, then who?

Her approach began to crystallize in her mind: preparing Liam for hard labor as a foundational task would emphasize discipline and help ground his expectations. Sandra mused, “True devotion isn’t easy; it requires sacrifice and commitment.” It was crucial to her that he understood this distinction. She recalled her hesitation with some of the more intense practices she’d read about—bondage, spankings, humiliation—each one fueling anxiety. Yet, she resolved to ensure he ventured forth in a safe environment where they could both explore and learn. Even with all of these doubts she couldn't help but feel slightly aroused from all of it, after a while she finally felt too tired to continue and went to sleep.

***

The next morning began as usual, the rhythm of her daily routine providing a semblance of normalcy. However, an underlying tension marked the household. Liam seemed to actively avoid her, an understandable reaction given their last discussion, which had thrown their relationship into turmoil. As she dedicated a few hours to her work, her mind kept drifting back to the unresolved feelings and potential consequences of Liam’s desires.

Eventually, the moment of confrontation arrived. They were in the kitchen together, drying dishes side by side, the air thick with unspoken words. Seeing an opening, Liam took a deep breath and decided it was time to address the previous day’s conversation.

“Hey, Aunt Sandra,” he began, his voice slightly shaky. “I’ve been thinking about what I said yesterday… about wanting to be your slave. I know it’s weird, and maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry for making things awkward.”

Liam’s attraction to submission hadn’t bloomed overnight. Late-night readings of steamy erotica had initially served as an escape, igniting a curiosity that he couldn't fully articulate. Each story transported him into worlds where characters surrendered themselves, and he often found himself daydreaming about playing such submissive roles in real life.

These experiences had sown the seeds of desire within him—not just for the thrill of submission, but for the emotional connection it promised. He had learned to see submission not as weakness, but as an invitation for intimacy. Yet, he wrestled with the shame that accompanied those fantasies, worried about what they would mean in the context of his familial relationship with his aunt.

Sandra turned to face him, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. She needed a moment to fully absorb his words. “Liam, this is a lot for me to take in. I never expected you to have such desires. I want you to know that having fantasies like this at your age isn’t unusual. But are you sure this is what you really want?”
He hesitated, his heart racing between excitement and anxiety, before nodding. “Yes, Aunt Sandra. I want to serve you, to obey your every command, to make your life easier and happier. I want you to live like a queen while I bend over backward to serve your every whim.”

Sandra felt a peculiar rush at his submissive words, a mix of surprise and something akin to exhilaration. She contemplated his proposal, feeling the stirring of power and control within her. This was uncharted territory, and she needed to test his commitment. But mostly she needed to set the tone, if she wanted him to face the harsh realities of such desires and wake him up from this phase he was going through, she needed to make sure she was authentic and harsh enough to jolt him out of it. She felt a slight hesitation at the thought of being lowkey cruel to her lovely nephew, even if he wanted it himself, and almost reconsidered going through with it. But, thinking back on all the ways in which Liam’s life could get screwed up if she didn’t do this gave her the will to follow through.

“Alright, Liam. If you truly want to be my slave, let’s see how committed you are, just for today, so you can understand the reality of such a situation. But I have to warn you, this won’t be like what you’re probably imagining. I know some couples engage in sexual play, but that’s not what this will be. You’ll work around the house while I relax. You’ll push yourself to the limit for me, and in return, there’ll be strict consequences for anything I deem unsatisfactory.”
Liam listened intently, his heart pounding. The sudden shift in her tone to a more strict and no-nonsense attitude was too different from her usual demeanor.
“Once you’re done, I’ll tie you up like you asked, but it will be a harsh kind of bondage meant to keep you quiet and out of sight. Do you still want to go through with all of this?”
He hesitated slightly, weighing his decision, but ultimately his eagerness prevailed. “Yes,” he said firmly.
“Okay,” she said, her tone firm. “Starting now, you are to follow my every order without question. Are you ready to submit to me completely? If we go through with this, there are no take-backs. I will treat you as I define a slave—someone who is beneath me, whose sole purpose is to please me without expecting anything in return. I’ll even keep you tied up and gagged in the house like you mentioned when are of no use to me."
Liam's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he breathed out, "Yes, Aunt Sandra.”

“We need to talk about safety and limits,” Sandra declared, her expression shifting to one of gravity. Liam nodded, feeling the weight of what these discussions entailed.
“We’ll establish a safe word,” she continued, maintaining eye contact that reassured him. After a heartbeat, he replied, “How about ‘red’ if I feel overwhelmed? And something less severe, like ‘yellow’ if I need to pause?”
“Okay, that works, you also mentioned wanting to be tied up and gagged…”
“Maybe 3 quick knocks?”
“Okay. I’ll keep that in mind, don’t hesitate to use them if you ever want to stop this whole thing. These things tend to get out of hand pretty quickly from what I’ve read and they might not exactly be how you have been fantasizing they would be.”

As they discussed these boundaries, Liam’s heart fluttered with both excitement and apprehension. The act of verbalizing their limits didn’t just clarify expectations; it deepened their bond. He came to understand that by establishing these boundaries, they were creating a framework of safety within which he could explore his desires. This conversation held significant emotional gravity, illuminating the trust embedded in their dynamic—a profound reassurance amidst the exhilarating uncertainties of submission.

“Okay… Are you ready?
“Yes, I'm ready to be your obedient slave, Aunt Sandra." The moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken possibilities.

“From now on," she said firmly, cutting through the tension, there was a clear shift in her posture and the look in her eyes was firm “you will not call me Aunt Sandra. Someone like me can’t possibly be related to a lesser being like you. You will address me as Ma’am or Owner, as befits my status. You will simply be called Slave.”

A jolt of exhilaration shot through Liam at the sudden authority in her voice. This was exactly the kind of dominant tone he had always imagined his ideal mistress would possess. The commanding nature of her words fueled his fantasy of being beneath her, living solely to serve and please her. He felt a shiver of delight at the thought of her looking at him with contempt or disdain while using him to fulfill her wishes.

“Now get to work,” she barked, her tone laced with impatience. “I can’t believe you let me do all these chores today. I’m going to lie down and watch TV. Finish those dishes and dry them properly. If I see anything out of place, you’ll feel my belt on your ass.”

Liam’s breath caught at her unexpected threat, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. He turned quickly toward the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, feeling the cool water as he began scrubbing away the remnants of their last meal. The rhythmic clinking of plates filled the silence, creating a stark contrast to the tension that had just erupted between them.

As he worked, Sandra observed him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before retreating to the living room. The flickering light from the television bathed her face as she settled onto the couch, seeming to choose distraction over further conversation. Meanwhile, Liam focused intently on his chores, each scrub of his hands serving as a means to channel the conflicting emotions stirring inside him.

After an hour of diligent cleaning, he wiped his hands on a towel and made his way into the living room. He knelt down by her feet, grounding himself in the moment, aware of how he was now expected to behave. Sandra looked down, her eyebrow raised in mild surprise at his actions, but she quickly turned her attention back to the screen, leaving him in silence once more.

The atmosphere in the room grew thick with unspoken words, a tension that lingered like a heavy fog. Liam's mind raced as he reflected on how they had reached this moment—there was an air of intimacy and unacknowledged feelings hanging between them. It was a complex mix of emotions that neither dared to vocalize, and he could feel the weight of it pressing down on both of them.

As they sat together on the couch, Sandra shifted slightly, producing an audible pop from her ankle as she adjusted her position. The prolonged stillness and the way she had been perched had left her joints feeling stiff and slightly uncomfortable. Without thinking twice, Liam stood up, feeling an instinctive urge to help. He moved towards her and proceeded to kneel down right next to her feet and began massaging them, hoping to offer some relief.

Sandra appeared momentarily taken aback by his unexpected gesture, both their eyes locking for a brief moment. In that exchange, a mix of curiosity and appreciation flickered in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared. As he worked his fingers into the taut muscles of her calves, she felt her tension start to dissolve, her stiff posture gradually yielding to his soothing touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a sound that spoke volumes in the quiet room.
Though her gaze remained fixed on the television—a show she had been only half-watching—Liam could see the subtle changes in her expression. The smile that began to tug at the corners of her mouth revealed her growing enjoyment of the moment. It was as if his attentiveness had unlocked a door to a connection that had been waiting to be explored.

Liam knelt on the plush carpet in front of Sandra, feeling a sense of determination mixed with tenderness. He began by gently cupping her foot in his hands, noting the warmth radiating from her skin. Starting at her ankles, he massaged with his thumbs in slow, circular motions, applying just enough pressure to ease the tension he could feel. A soft sigh escaped her lips, signifying his efforts were hitting the mark.
Focusing on her arches, he pressed firmly, varying the pressure to identify and work through the tight spots. When he found a particularly tense area, he lingered there, rolling his thumbs to coax the tension away. He then moved to her toes, gently pulling and squeezing them, observing the way her expression softened with each touch.

Finally, he rubbed the tops of her feet, smoothing the skin while ensuring no lingering tension remained. As he placed her foot back on the cushion, Liam noticed the look of contentment on Sandra’s face, a moment of pure appreciation that bridged the gap between them. The initial tension in the room began to lift, replaced by a sense of intimacy and connection that deepened through the simple act of care, transforming their relationship into something more nuanced and meaningful.

“Have you completed all your chores, Slave?” she inquired, her tone authoritative yet softened by the warmth of their interaction.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Liam replied, his voice respectful and subdued, the weight of her command resonating within him. In that instant, he knew this was precisely the connection he had longed for—a balance of power, submission, and the thrill of exploration in their new dynamic.

“Very well then, carry on. Put those fingers to good use,” Sandra commanded, sinking deeper into her seat. The moment felt almost surreal as Liam complied, his hands gently working over her feet and calves. For nearly an hour, the room enveloped them in an ease that contrasted sharply with the earlier tension. Comfortable silence filled the space, interrupted only by the soft, contented sighs escaping Sandra's lips. The ambiance was serene and intimate, accentuated by the warm glow of the television, which flickered with light and shadow, casting a gentle illumination across the room.

The rhythmic movement of Liam's hands created a soothing backdrop, blending seamlessly with the soft dialogue of the movie. In that peaceful space, it seemed as if all the worries of the world had faded away, leaving only a sense of calm and an unspoken connection between them. Though Sandra had settled in to watch the film, her mind was far from the screen. While scenes flashed by, her thoughts wandered through the myriad events that had transpired and what lay ahead.

It had been a long time since anyone had taken such time and care with her feet, and it felt wonderful. Liam seemed to know exactly where her most sensitive spots were, including a few that she didn’t even realize needed attention. He spent some time focused on her toes, gently massaging each one and coaxing her into a state of deep relaxation. Sandra squirmed slightly, engulfed in a feeling of pure bliss as Liam continued his attentive work, grateful for this moment of connection with him.

This was a delicate moment, one that begged careful consideration. She understood that she needed to confront Liam’s desires head-on while also helping him grasp the harsher realities that his fantasies glossed over. It was essential for him to understand that the truth of his longings was far messier than he might expect, filled with discomfort and sacrifice. As she contemplated, her mind began to sketch out the rest of the plan she had come up with after her discussion with Alexa. The best approach, she decided, would be to immerse him in hard labor—a way to ground his expectations and help him confront the weight of genuine servitude.

She mused on the importance of teaching him that true devotion often entailed surrendering one’s own comfort to enhance someone else’s life, all while keeping his basic needs in check. As she looked on at Liam reverently massaging her feet, a flash of doubt crossed her mind, she briefly considered reaching out to Liam’s mother to stage an intervention. However, she quickly dismissed that thought. Knowing her sister well, she realized that involving Mary would likely ignite chaos. Once Mary dug in her heels, it was nearly impossible to make her budge. It was easy to predict that she would insist on providing counseling for Liam, a decision that might cause him to grow even more secretive and distant. They couldn’t possibly monitor his every move or scrutinize each decision he made.

Ultimately, Sandra resolved that the best course of action was to explore his desires within a safe environment, engaging him in a way that also forced him to confront the reality of his situation. While she wasn’t entirely new to the lifestyle, having been at least exposed to it in the past, her experiences had been relatively mild and mostly hearsay. However, from her brief exploration last night she knew enough about the dynamics of power exchange to understand the complexities involved. The previous night was spent researching BDSM, leading her down a path that revealed a plethora of practices. Some of the more extreme methods—such as permanent marking, branding, and scenes that involved blood—sent shivers down her spine. Yet, this fear only deepened her resolve.

She recognized that many of these experiences were incremental, and over time, the usual activities might not provide the thrill he was seeking. If he truly wished to explore this world, he would eventually desire greater intensity, perhaps drifting toward methods that were far removed from their initial interactions. It was a daunting thought, but she hoped to navigate this uncharted territory with care and understanding, ensuring that both she and Liam could emerge from it with a clearer perspective.

Eventually, Sandra pulled away, signaling the end of their intimate session. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the comfortable silence giving way to the reality of their new dynamic.

"I have plenty of work for you today," she declared, her tone authoritative and commanding.
Liam looked at her with a gleam in his eye.
“Alright, Slave,” she continued, establishing the expectation with a firm gaze. “I want you to get dinner started.”
“What would you like, Ma’am?” Liam asked cautiously, eager yet anxious.
“Surprise me,” she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. “But know this: if you fail to please me, it will only add to your punishment at the end of the night.”
“Okay, Ma’am,” he responded, a thrill coursing through him at the thought of not meeting her expectations. The excitement of being ordered around tempered his mind. He envisioned preparing her favorite dish, chicken casserole with garlic and mashed potatoes, and the idea invigorated him.
Stepping into the kitchen, Liam felt a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. The space was warm and familiar, but today it took on a different significance. As he chopped vegetables and measured out ingredients, each action became deliberate, infused with an earnest determination to impress her. He aimed to embody the obedient, capable servant eager to cater to her every need.

Meanwhile, Sandra settled into her comfortable chair in the living room. Opening her laptop, she lost herself in more research about BDSM and submission, her thoughts swirling around the complexities of power dynamics and control. Although she had never been particularly interested in psychology, the necessity to understand her nephew's inclinations had sparked a newfound curiosity. As an accountant who worked in a hybrid setup, the world of kink was foreign yet intriguing, and she found herself diving deeper into the subject.

As the delicious aroma of the casserole wafted through the house, Sandra’s mind still remained occupied with her studies. The more she read, the more she felt an exhilarating thrill at the thought of stepping into this new role—not just as a caretaker but as someone wielding real influence.
Not long after, dinner was nearly ready. Liam carefully plated the food, ensuring that every detail matched the standards he believed she deserved. The sight of the beautifully arranged casserole and side of garlic mashed potatoes filled him with a sense of pride. The notion of her smile as she took her first bite was incredibly satisfying, a validation he craved deeply.

With the moment approaching, he gathered his nerves and carried the dishes to the table, presenting them with a flourish. “Dinner is served, Ma’am.”
Sandra surveyed the meal with a critical eye, her gaze appraising the care and effort he had put into his cooking. A small smile crept across her face; there was a noticeable improvement in his culinary skills compared to previous attempts. The presentation was impeccable. She nodded in approval, acknowledging his hard work. “You’ve done well, Slave,” she said, her tone more relaxed yet still laced with authority.

Liam’s heart soared as he served her a generous portion of casserole and mashed potatoes. As she took her first bite, her eyes lit up with delight, savoring the flavors that seemed to melt together perfectly. He had managed to surpass her expectations, and her approval felt like a well-deserved reward to him.
“This is delicious! You’ve really outdone yourself this time. I’m impressed,” she said, her enthusiasm palpable.
Liam felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him, her praise warming his heart. “Thank you, Ma’am. I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

Encouraged by her approval, Liam moved to sit beside her, basking in the warmth of the moment. This simple act of sharing a meal suddenly felt different with the change in their roles; it was infused with a new understanding of their dynamic. In this exchange of service and approval, he found himself leaning into the role he had chosen, eager to see where the journey would take them both.
Liam instinctively moved to sit beside her at the dining table as usual, but his hand was met with a sharp slap.

SLAP!
“What are you doing?” Sandra scolded, her tone icy and commanding. “I never said you could eat with me. Slaves don’t eat with their owners, do they? You’re not worthy of my company. Sit on the floor and massage my feet while I enjoy this delicious meal.”

A wave of humiliation entwined with an exhilarating thrill that surged within him. This was what he had asked for, and despite the sting of rejection, he felt himself strangely accepting her words. He swallowed hard, nodding slightly in compliance, and bowed his head, a faint smile creeping onto his lips as he stepped away from the table. The boundaries she had set made it all the more real, and a soft shiver of excitement raced down his spine.

His stomach however growled in protest at the prospect of watching her eat without the chance to join her, yet he complied without hesitation. Sinking to the floor at her feet, settled onto his knees, and positioned himself near her feet, feeling both a thrill and a sense of purpose in obeying her order. He focused intently on her feet, expertly utilizing his hands as he began to pamper them, all the while aware of the weight of her expectations. The earlier warmth of their shared moment had transformed into an electrifying dynamic where he found immense satisfaction in being of service. As his fingers worked on her heels and arches, he silently relished the idea of finally being in a place where his desire to please her could be expressed so openly.

In this moment of submission, he felt a dangerous thrill that heightened his senses. Her presence loomed larger, her authority over him more profound. He was captivated by her commanding demeanor; it fueled his desire to prove himself worthy of her attention, even if it meant positioning himself humbly at her feet. Underneath the tension lay a profound sense of fulfillment; in serving her, he found clarity in the role he craved to embody. The delightful aroma of her dinner wafted through the air, intensifying his hunger as he focused on her meal rather than his own.

After a few bites, Sandra noticed his hungry gaze and decided to toy with him. “Hmm, This is just so good. Maybe you deserve a reward… a bite?”
With a playful glint in her eye, she held a piece of chicken to his lips. He opened his mouth eagerly, taking a small bite as his stomach growled again, yearning for more.

“Mmmm, this is so delicious. Too bad you won’t get any more,” she teased, savoring the whimpering look on his face. It was adorable, she did have a habit of teasing him which she seemed to relish even more considering his current state. “So cute, like a puppy, so, as your owner I’ll show some mercy. You can clean my plate when I’m done—but only if you promise not to use your hands. Now, don’t stop massaging my feet.”

Liam felt a wave of shock and embarrassment wash over him as Aunt Sandra teased him, the comparison to a cute puppy making his cheeks flush with heat. The thought of debasing himself by cleaning her plate, but only on her terms, sparked a thrilling mix of humiliation and excitement within him. As he continued to massage her feet, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the prospect of surrendering completely to her whims. It was both degrading and exhilarating, forcing him to confront the depths of his desires. He found himself torn between the shame of such a submissive act and the undeniable thrill of being utterly at her mercy, realizing that this moment was crystallizing his fantasies in a way he had never imagined. Liam’s need for sustenance intensified as he watched her leisurely enjoy her meal, her foot resting tantalizingly on his thighs.

After she finished, she nonchalantly set her plate down at her feet, her gaze fixed on him with playful expectation. Liam hesitated, caught in a tug-of-war between his growing hunger and the compulsion to obey her command. With a steadying breath, he leaned forward and, determined to follow her orders, pressed his face into the plate, digging into the leftovers without using his hands.

As he relished the flavors that lingered, he felt her hand patting his head in a mockingly affectionate manner, a teasing smirk playing across her lips. “Good boy. That’s exactly what slaves are good for,” she said. The combination of humiliation and satisfaction made his heart race. Each bite brought a rush of conflicting emotions as he fully embraced his position, the thrill of surrender coursing through him in response to her authoritative tone—a sensation that was both exhilarating and unsettling.

Once he had cleaned her plate, Sandra rose and headed to the bathroom, leaving him to face the inevitable task of doing the dishes. With his hunger quelled but his mind still buzzing from their encounter, he efficiently cleaned up, the remaining echoes of her laughter ringing in his ear. Once he was finished, she called him to her room, her voice carrying an air of dominance that sent chills down his spine.

“Come with me, Slave,” she commanded, looking at him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. He scrambled to his feet, a mix of excitement and apprehension surging through him as he followed her from the dining room, their footsteps echoing in the hollow hallway.
His mind raced with anticipation, wondering what Sandra had planned for him. They arrived at her bedroom door, and she turned to him beckoning him inside. “Enter,” she said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Liam paused momentarily, the weight of the moment pressing on him as he stared at the heavy oak door. He rarely entered his Aunt’s room, and the thought of entering it now considering their current roles made him stumble mentally. He must have stood there for a few minutes hesitating to enter as he heard her call him again.

“Slave, I need you to get my bed ready,” she called from within, her voice laced with authority.
With a deep breath, he steeled himself and stepped into the room, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. There she stood, a stunning figure in a purple silk negligée that embraced her curves seductively, the fabric glimmering gently in the soft light. The sight ignited a wave of heat within him, eliciting a potent blend of desire and submission. Remembering his role, he placed his hands in front of him and bowed his head, like the good little slave he was meant to be. He dared not raise his eyes to look at his aunt without her permission given the situation.

She picked up her hairbrush and examined it thoughtfully before turning back to him. "Come here, slave," she said, her voice soft but firm.
Liam's heart raced in his chest as he approached her, fully aware of what awaited him. The thought of punishment hung thick in the air, sending a thrilling mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. As she turned and stood over him, her silhouette framed by the dim light, she commanded, "Kneel and present yourself, slave." He obeyed, instinctively positioning himself on the floor, half-lying on the bed to offer his backside for the impending spanking. "Bend over," she ordered with a firm tone, and without hesitation, he complied, leaning forward and resting his hands on the bed for balance. He took a deep breath, his body tingling in anticipation as she raised the hairbrush high above him. He tensed, fully prepared for the sting that would serve as both a punishment and a stark reminder of his place beneath her.

The first blow landed hard on his left cheek, making him yelp. "Count," she told him, and he began, each number punctuated by the sharp crack of the brush against his skin. She spanked him methodically, alternating cheeks, each stroke a little harder than the last. By the time he reached five, his ass was stinging. He felt a strange sense of pride at taking her punishment without making a single noise.

"Hmm, that didn't have the kind of impact I wanted," she said, setting the hairbrush aside. She pulled a black scarf from her drawer and approached him. "Hands behind your back, slave," she ordered, and he complied, feeling the soft fabric loop around his wrists, tightening until he was securely bound.
"You want to feel submissive and helpless? I know just the thing," she said, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips. Liam felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine as she began to share her story.

"I don’t think you remember your grandparents as much since they passed away when you were pretty young. My parents were incredibly strict," she said, her voice steady yet reflective. "Even the slightest infraction would lead to corporal punishment. I remember dreading those moments when I would misbehave." She paused for a moment, her eyes distant as memories flooded back.
"Whenever I stepped out of line, my mother wouldn’t hesitate. She would take me into the other room, and before I knew it, I’d be over her knee," she explained, a mixture of nostalgia evident in her tone. "She'd always start with a lecture, reminding me why I was being punished. It would feel like an eternity."
Liam listened intently, captivated by the vivid image she painted. "And if I ever tried to stop the spankings," she added, now a glint in her eyes, "she would hold my hands at the small of my back, making sure I couldn’t squirm away. I would end up having to just accept it, completely helpless."
Her gaze locked onto his, and he could see the intensity of her recollections. "In those moments, all I could do was brace myself and take it. It really made me understand what it meant to surrender."

She smiles at him before reaching into her closet and pulled out one of her black leather belts. With a deft motion, she doubled it over and wrapped it around her hand, the leather glistening in the light. The first crack of the belt against his skin took him by surprise, the sharp sting jolting through him. He felt a rush of heat spread across his cheeks as she continued, delivering each smack with a rhythmic precision that both startled and exhilarated him. "You'll get five for each mistake," she said, counting off the first five with a series of snaps that made him squirm. "Remember, you're here in this house to serve, not to sit at the same table as me."

As the spanks continued, she continued to mention all the minor mistakes he had made throughout the day. Liam's body grew more and more sensitive, his ass feeling like it was on fire. He tried to stifle his sounds of pain, not wanting to annoy his new mistress, but it was too much. He let out a loud squeal, and before he knew it, she opened one of her drawers wadded up a white cotton handkerchief, and stuffed it into his mouth, the fabric tasting faintly of her perfume. "Keep it down, slave," she warned, her voice muffled through the fabric. "You don't want me to have to start over, do you?"

Liam's eyes watered as he nodded, his breaths coming out in muffled huffs. Sandra took the belt and began to spank him again, the leather slightly biting into his tender flesh now. He could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging for relief, but he knew better than to ask for it. He was here to serve, not to indulge himself. With each smack, the gag in his mouth grew wetter with his saliva, his nose started to run.

"Mmph!" he moaned around the fabric as the belt connected with his skin. Sandra paused, her hand hovering in the air. "What was that?" she demanded, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Did you actually just enjoy that, slave?"
Liam's face grew hot with embarrassment, and he shook his head frantically, his eyes wide. He didn't dare speak, not with the handkerchief in his mouth. Sandra leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You'd better not have enjoyed that, or I'll just have to give you extra," she whispered, her voice a dark promise.

He nodded again, trying to convey his contrition. He hadn't meant to enjoy it, but the pain was so intense, so overwhelming that it had sent his senses reeling. He felt a strange, perverse thrill at the idea of enduring more for her pleasure. Sandra resumed her punishment, the belt falling in a steady rhythm across his upturned ass. Each smack made him jolt and whine into the gag, his eyes watering as she worked his skin into a bruised, blistering mess.

"Good," she said, pausing to let him catch his breath. "Now, let's move on to the next mistake, shall we?" She took a step back, eyeing him critically. "You took too long to finish the dishes. Five more for that, and remember, any sound you make will just add to your punishment."

With a wicked smile, she doubled up her belt and brought it down on his already sore ass. The sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the room, making Liam's cheeks burn with both pain and arousal. He tried to hold back his cries, but it was useless. Each spank sent a shockwave of pleasure and pain through his body. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily.

"You're such a naughty boy, Liam," Sandra taunted, her voice thick with desire. "I expected you to be crying and calling it quits but look at how much you're enjoying your punishment."

Liam's cock was rock hard in his pants, his body trembling with each smack. He was lucky it was pressed down under his body and not visible to his aunt. He would have died of embarrassment if she noticed it. He knew he normally shouldn't be enjoying it, but the pain was mixing with something else, something dark and delicious that was making him feel alive in a way he never had before. He bit down on the handkerchief, trying to keep his moans contained. He could feel his aunt's eyes on him when she finally stopped, watching his every reaction with a mix of fascination and control.

"You're such a good boy," she cooed, her voice a sweet caress against his burning skin. "Taking your punishment so well."
The words were like a balm to Liam's soul. He felt himself swell with pride, his cock pulsing in his pants. He had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...used. It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. He squirmed under the belt, his hips bucking slightly as if subconsciously begging for more.

Sandra yanked the handkerchief out of his mouth and tossed it aside. She gently settled onto the couch beside Liam, who was still catching his breath after their intense exchange. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions, and she could sense his struggle. She picked at the knot tying his wrists behind his back and untied the scarf. Softly, she placed her hand on his back, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

“Liam, are you okay?” she asked, her voice a soothing balm laced with concern. “I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean to go that hard on you.”
He nodded slowly, his mind still reeling from the sensations he had just experienced. The lingering intensity of the spanking left him in a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. As Sandra studied his face, she narrowed her eyes slightly, searching for any signs of distress that might betray him. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, her gesture igniting a flicker of comfort within him.

“Do you need some water or a blanket?” she offered, her tone warm and nurturing.
Liam shook his head slowly, his gaze cast downward in contemplation. He was grappling with a depth of emotion that made it difficult to articulate how he truly felt. Yet, as Sandra continued to stroke his back softly, tracing gentle circles with her fingers, he began to feel the storm inside him calm. The tension that had gripped his muscles started to release, replaced by an enveloping sense of comfort. With a deep sigh, he let the weight of it all melt away.
When he finally gathered the courage to look up, his eyes locked onto Sandra’s. He noticed a hint of concern nestled in her gaze, and as she drew closer, he felt tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. “It’s okay, Liam,” Sandra whispered gently, her voice barely above a hush. “If this is too much for you, we can stop. Just say the word.”

Her offer lingered in the air, filled with a gravity that made it clear she was willing to listen to his needs, to be there for him in whatever capacity he required. In that moment, he felt both vulnerable and safe, wrapped in her empathy.
“No, please don’t,” Liam managed to utter, his voice slightly hoarse from having been gagged. The words spilled out with a blend of desperation and apprehension, but as he shifted his gaze back to his Aunt, something shifted within him. He met her eyes, filled with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, and a surprising clarity dawned upon him.

“I loved every moment of it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible yet laced with sincerity. “And I would love for you to indulge yourself even more.”
Sandra's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t expected such a bold confession from him, and the intensity of his words struck her like a thunderbolt. A rush of warmth flooded her body, igniting a blend of exhilaration and apprehension. As she searched his face for hesitation or uncertainty, she found none; instead, Liam's expression radiated a deep-seated desire that was impossible to ignore.

The air between them thickened, heavy with unspoken emotions and longing, as Sandra’s gaze lingered on his. Her heart raced as she processed his unexpected declaration, feeling a subtle flutter in her chest. The moment felt charged, brimming with possibilities that sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, she withdrew her hand from Liam's back, her fingers trailing across his skin, leaving a gentle tingling sensation in their wake, heightening the palpable tension in the room.

With her heart pounding, Sandra rose from the couch, her movements calculated and deliberate as she faced him. The anticipation crackled in the air, and Liam followed her every step with wide, attentive eyes. He felt a magnetic pull between them, drawing him closer even as uncertainty loomed. When she stood before him, the heat of her gaze burned with a mix of curiosity and something deeper—something more primal.
“Liam,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, laden with the weight of their shared moment. “I’m not sure if I should be doing this, but I have to reluctantly admit, I am intrigued. Tell me what you want.” She paused, searching his face once more for any signs of reluctance or distress, but all she saw was determination.

His heart raced as he felt her scrutiny. With a deep breath, he summoned the courage to voice his strongest wish. “I want you to slap me and put me back in my place. I would like for you to continue with what you had planned for me.”
The request hung in the air, bold and raw, sending electricity through both of them. For a moment, all was still as Sandra processed the intensity of his words. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in this charged moment.


SLAP!
The sting he felt was not from force but rather from the unmistakable humiliation that accompanied it, a blush of heat rushing to his cheeks, amplifying the dizzying rush of emotions that coursed through him. It was an act of submission, an invitation to surrender completely, drawing him deeper. It was not overpowering, yet it carried a weight of its own.
“Now come with me my little slave; I’ll show you to your new home for the night,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a mix of authority and excitement. Liam felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with apprehension regarding what else she had in store for him.

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TBC

Excellent story! Looking forward to what she does with him for the night.

Escapee4520 wrote: 3 months ago Excellent story! Looking forward to what she does with him for the night.

And you're NOT the only one!