Kim watched with apprehension as Mark took more rope. This was a thinner hemp twine. Mark wrapped the base of Kim’s left breast until the body part bulged. He did the same with the other breast. He briefly caressed the distended breasts and tweaked the nipples as Kim groaned in protest. The next thing he knew it was morning, and his Aunty was in the bathroom. Soon, many other events took place that form many more stories to come. They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.”

Mike has a burning desire to find out more about slips after seeing the lady in her pink slip at the supermarket. He decides to explore his Mum’s lingerie draw and is delighted with what he finds whilst his Mum, Alison, is at work. I took off her blindfold and smiled at her. "I just wanted to give you the full experience of feeling vulnerable." Whilst Brenda was out at a dress making and sewing adult education class her young neighbour, Mike, was exploring her lingerie draws. Inevitably some spunk marks got on her silky slips and panties so Mike had to take them home to wash. This was not a problem as Mike regularly did the washing and ironing of his Mum’s lingerie.

Mark wanted to fully expose Kim’s front so he pushed her thighs apart and tied Kim’s ankles to a chair leg. To ensure that she couldn’t close her thighs, he added more rope on her knees. Kim was rather surprised that he didn’t gag her. Mark fidgeted uncomfortably, with his hard-on trapped beneath his bound body. He tried to turn his head as he heard footsteps, but Kim was out of his line of sight. And then, he felt a probing finger at his butthole. John gets a real surprise when he goes to church and meets someone who knew his mother and her phrase "It's snowing in Paris."

Well dude, she came up to me and asked me for a smoke. She bummed one off and then we started talking." It was the strangest will that Andrea had ever written for a client. When the Mr Lewdanski died suddenly she had to meet the client's widow. Despite some unusual conditions about what lingerie Mrs Lewdanski had to wear to the funeral the first meeting to discuss the will went better than expected. My Mum interjected, “But you might be wearing corsets more than you think! And certainly you can stay in them until you go school tomorrow morning.”

Mark had moved in more than a year ago and, as a working student, had struggled to pay the rent. He had been behind the rent for two months and was in danger of being evicted until Mrs. Swan had provided him with a unique proposition to keep his apartment.

Mark untied the crotchrope tormenting Kim noting how Kim’s pussy had wet the strands that were inserted into her. I admitted that I had worn them at night, and she immediately smiled, and then laughed. “Then go to your room and put them on now,” she said, thrusting the lovely corsets into my hands. I was scared and confused, but knew better than to argue with her. She followed close behind as I scurried off to my bedroom and laid the corsets out on the bed. She then watched as I slowly undressed myself. I felt rather silly as I fastened the busk at the front, but there was no way of avoiding her fascinated gaze. I could see that she was thinking deeply as with trembling fingers I tried to get the corsets to fit into position.Oooooh!” I gasped, “That feels unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” I spent the rest of that day wearing my corsets and went to bed feeling extremely excited. I wondered what my Mother intended to do, but dared not ask. The following morning I did not return my corsets to their hiding place, but instead put them under my pillow. I put my pyjamas on top so they could not be seen. At 35, she was 10 years younger than my dad was. Unlike the rest of my family, she was a brunette. She was also incredibly curvy, regularly visiting the gym. I had never really seen her as much of a mother. She was more of an acquaintance who happened to live with me because of family connections.