Anyway, my stepson, whose name is Joe, after his grandfather had just turned nineteen and was already a cocky son of a bitch. We were both in the computer room together. He was on his computer and I was on mine. We were both surfing the web, trying to outdo one another with some of the things we were finding. I showed him a cat that ran up a brick wall, only to fall on his feet when he couldn’t get onto the roof. I thought that was funny, but Joe always seemed to find ones that were funnier. It was a way to entertain one another.
It was while I was searching for the next video worth watching that I stumbled across a bondage site called “BDSM for Adults of All Ages” and saw some images that I couldn’t understand the fascination for. I actually said something, which captured Joe’s curiosity.
“How is that sexual?” I said, more to myself than to anyone else.
Joe turned around to see the image of a woman bound, with her legs spread apart. She clearly couldn’t move and was at the whim of whoever bound her.
“Have you ever tried it?” said Joe to my surprise.
“What, bondage, no it doesn’t appeal to me. I like to be in control,” I replied.
“Well, only those that are ignorant of what things like that have to offer, would dismiss it so readily,” he said.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, I simply said it wasn’t for me,” I argued.
“Yes, but how do you know if you’ve never done anything like that. I’ve done a bit myself and it is quite erotic, under the right circumstances,” he replied.
“What circumstances?” I asked.
“Well, for one thing, having the right partner is all important. You have to feel that you can trust the partner you’re with, otherwise you won’t feel comfortable,” he replied.
“So, what things have you tried?”
“Just the tying up and the spanking, but what really turned me on was the teasing. You ought to feel how intense the teasing can get,” he said.
“What do you mean by teasing?” I replied.
“I can show you if you’d like,” he said to my surprise.
I was so naïve; I just didn’t see what he was up to.
“Ok, show me.”
He disappeared for a while after that, and when he came back he had some rope and a box under his arm.
“Ok, sit up straight in your chair and I’ll show you something you’ll never forget,” he said.
“I’m not sure about this Joe, I mean there’s only so much you could show me and I don’t like the idea of being tied up,” I replied.
“You trust me don’t you?” he said.
I fell for that line and wavered.
“Ok, what are you going to do?”
“Just sit back and try to relax and I’ll do the rest.”
I sat back and tried to relax, but it all seemed wrong somehow. He started off by tying me up securely, so that I couldn’t move my upper body. However, it was only my arms that were tied to the chair. He seemed to be quite proficient at tying the ropes, as if he’d done this on more than one occasion. Then he grabbed one of my legs and spread it out as far as he could, before securing it to the side of the chair. It was when he was doing the other one that I felt exposed and not a little uncomfortable. I had a skirt on that covered me still, so I wasn’t overly concerned.
“Now then, I’m going to show you how erotic this can be,” he said and knelt down in front of me.
I wondered what he was going to do, not imagining that what he had planned was anything lewd or beyond what I was expecting. Then he lifted my skirt up and tucked the hem into the waist band, totally exposing my panties.
“Joe, what on earth are you doing?” I said.
“You’ll see. I’ve always wanted to do this to you and now I have the chance,” he replied.
That didn’t sound good, but I tried not to panic. I watched him go to the box he’d brought down earlier and to my horror he brought out a large vibrator.
“What on earth are you going to do with that!” I said as he crouched down in front of me.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned the vibrator on and then reached over and held the end of it against my panties. Needless to say, I could feel it working its magic on my pussy. I looked up at him.
“Joe, this is wrong. We can’t do things like this. You’ve proved your point, I can see how this might be a turn on,” I said, in the hopes that he would end it there and then.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, but trust me, you will,” he replied.
Then I felt the vibrating against my clit and realized that I was getting wet. He didn’t look like he was going to stop and I was finding it hard to concentrate. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time I wanted him to continue. My mind was a mass of conflicting points of view. I even tried to rationalize it, by thinking that he wasn’t seeing any part of me that he hadn’t seen before. I was still wearing my clothes and he had proved that what he was doing could be erotic. The vibrating on my clit was beginning to turn me on more than it should. I found myself wanting him to continue, but I felt ashamed for thinking such a thing.