We go upstairs and Alice gives me her thong. The one that Mikey had used to masturbate. I take it to my bedroom and put in my bedside drawer.
When we are both changed, we get in the car and head for the stables.
We spend a pleasant afternoon together, enjoying our shared interest in horses and riding.
We return home to find that Mikey is already there. I go for a shower and change into yoga pants and a top. I do not change my thong and I do not put on a bra. Alice goes for a shower and comes back downstairs wrapped in her towel.
“I’ll get dressed for my party, after tea,” she tells us. “You haven’t forgot about my sleepover, have you mummy?”
“No, darling, I haven’t,” I reply, as I notice that Mikey takes in how little Alice’s towel covers.
We eat pizza for tea. Then Alice goes to get dressed and to get her things together for her sleepover.
I put the dishes in the dishwasher and then I say to Mikey, “Alice told me about the thong.” I wait for his reaction.
“Oh,” he says, obviously trying to think how he is going to explain what he did. “It’s just …”
“It’s just that you are a creepy pervert!” I tell him.
“Yes,” he agrees, “I suppose that I am. Am I in trouble?”
“You should be!” I reply. “But I promised Alice that I wouldn’t make a scene. I think she was worried that I would throw you out!”
“And are you going to?”
“No. But you need to be careful what you get off on!”
“I know, but it was fun getting off on Alice’s thong!” he tells me, more confident now that he knows that I am not really *that* angry. “Literally!”
“But you didn’t need to give it back to her!” I tell him. “Not coated with your cum!”
“Maybe not,” he concedes. “Where is it now? Do you have it? Can I keep it?”
“It’s in my bedside drawer,” I tell him, without fully answering his question.
“Does that mean that I am forgiven?” he asks.
“That depends on later,” I say and add, “Alice won’t be home until morning,”
Alice comes downstairs in a very short, low cut dress, obviously not wearing a bra, and with more makeup than necessary.
“You’re not going out like that!” I tell her. “What are you wearing under it?” She lifts up the skirt of her dress to reveal a thong. Mikey’s eyes pop out of their sockets.
“See, I’ve got knickers on!” she tells me. Her pussy is clearly shaved except for a small patch which shows through her sheer white panties.
“Only just!” I reply. “Pull your dress down before Mikey cums in his pants!”
“Awww, Suzie. That’s what girls her age wear,” Mikey tells me, pleading on Alice’s behalf.
“You’re an expert are you?” I say, rhetorically. “And that’s what boys Alice’s age *and* older men,” I look pointedly at Mikey, “who should know better, get off on!”
I relent.
“OK, but no funny business,” I tell Alice. “Now put on a coat so that you don’t terrify the neighbours and go get in my car.”
Alice puts on her coat and takes her overnight bag to the car. I follow her.
As I leave, Mikey says, with a meaningful smile, or maybe a smirk, “I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
I drive Alice to her party, giving her a lecture along the way about self-respect and dignity and holding her ground if boys want her to do things that she doesn’t want to do.
I drop off Alice and I tell her to ‘be good’. She promises that she will and says, “You be good, too, mummy!” I’m not sure about that!
I drive back home, not sure what to expect. I let myself in. The lights are out. Before I can switch them om, I am attacked from behind and a hood put over my head. I am dragged across the hall and down the stairs into the basement, screaming; “Let go of me! What are you doing?” and kicking out wildly. But my assailant is too strong for me.
Once in the basement, I feel my wrists being tied together and then I am pulled up by my arms until I am standing with my feet barely on the floor. I feel my ankles being tied, separately, my legs being spread apart and my ankles being fixed to fastenings on the floor.
The rope attaching my wrists to the ceiling is adjusted, again, so that I am just stood on the balls of my feet and then the hood is removed.
I am in the gym. Except that the gym is now a dungeon, lit only by a few large candles. I see Mikey stood in front of me in a pair of very tight lycra shorts and a full-face mask, with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth.
He walks around me and inspects his catch.
“Now, *bitch*,” he says, “we can have some fun! Well, at least *I* can have some fun, I’m not sure how much fun it will be for you!” he laughs.
“Let me go,” I scream. “You’re hurting me!”
“Nothing like as much as I am going to hurt you!” he replies. “But we don’t want to disturb the neighbours do we?” he asks, as if there was any chance of that. The basement is fully soundproof.
Mikey holds something in front of my face. It is Alice’s thong. He holds my nose with one hand and slaps my ass, hard, with the other. When I yelp in surprise and pain he quickly pushes the thong into my mouth and then fastens a leather strap around my head to hold it in place. I recoil at the taste of Alice’s sweat, vaginal secretions and Mikey’s copious cum with which the thong is impregnated. I writhe against my bonds, but I am fastened tight.
“Now, where shall we start?” asks Mikey, moving to a table covered with whips, canes, nipple clamps, plugs and other instruments.
“First things, first,” he says, and picks up a knife, the blade glinting in the candlelight. “This will be all so much better, without your clothes!” he tells me.
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