My Mother The BDSM Model

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My Mother The BDSM Model


As he left he said, “Your mother could use your help up in her bedroom.”

I had seen him come in with a big duffel bag and it was quite a bit smaller as he left.

Mom had told me to watch television and that she had ordered me a pizza for dinner. Then she took the strange man up to her bedroom. That was at five o’clock in the afternoon and it was now eleven o’clock at night.

I walked up the stairs. I was a little tired but I knew that Mom needed me so I made my way down to the end of the hall and opened her bedroom door.

She was naked and twisted into a pretzel, lying on her bed. She was a sight to see. Her breasts had been bound in coils of rope, her arms were bound in front with nylon straps and a piece of plastic pipe was forced threw her elbows and across her back forcing her chest out even more. Her feet and knees were spread wide open with more nylon straps and plastic pipes. She had a baseball bat sticking out of her pussy, the big end was stuck inside her. She had wooden spring clothespins on her nipples, and she had duct tape on her mouth. She was certainly secured and immobile. I had to give the guy credit, he sure knew what he was doing.

I just stared at Mom’s nude body for a full minute.