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Bondage and Submission with My Son

bondage and submission

I love bondage and submission. They go well together, don’t you think?  I found myself in quite the predicament this weekend. I should have known better than to let my son tie me up. It never goes well. He hates me. I think he always will. I know this, but after every disastrous encounter, I give him another chance. He is my son after all and I love him even if he hates me. He came home from a holiday party Saturday night. He was in a good mood for once. He must have partied! He wanted to play with rope. He doesn’t normally want to play with mommy. Usually, he just wants to abuse me. I should have known it was too good to be true. As soon as he had me hogtied, he lit up a cigarette. He flicked his ashes on me. When I didn’t flinch enough, he burned my flesh. I could feel the cigarette burns on my back. He just laughed.  Once he had given me several little burns, he whipped his cock out. I assumed he was going to fuck me. He looked at me with hatred in his eyes and said, “Don’t worry whore. I’m not going to put my cock in my worthless mommy.” Instead, he pissed in my wounds. Golden showers he claimed would make the pain go away. Bullshit. It stung like hell. I was covered in his urine. My son’s piss was all over me. I was tied up and his urine was running in my eyes. I begged for him to stop. He did, but he left me. Left me for 24 hours covered in his urine and eventually my own piss. I was tied up and alone. I don’t know why I keep giving him another chance. He hates me. I will always be nothing more than his submissive whore mommy.


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