I get a text from mom to come home. I enter my house to see the house in a mess. White sticky liquid all over the carpet. Mom dressed in a bikini. I a...k, "Mom, what happened?" Mom giggles,"Ladies' secret."I hug my mom and she hugs me back. I look concerned. My mom touches my cheek and comforts me. The rest of the day continues as normal. For nearly one week the same thing happens. I wake up to see my mom wearing tiny shorts and a halter top. I exclaim, "Mom, what the world is happening?"Mom. Mistress was missing Cathy too! So much so that Joyce had already phoned her client in London, telling her to send Cathy's sweet ass back home immediately, cost no object. The client had laughed delightedly, and asked no questions, they were old friends ... old lovers. Cathy called later that New York night, London's morning, all of a twitter, worried and not understanding anything at all, saying she was due back on the next 'Concorde' at the client's expense. Then she and Chelsy had a tearful. .. At this point she went to her underwear drawers and emptied them all out on to the floor and then collected her undies together and threw them all (bras, thongs, panties, socks & tights) then carried them all outside to my rubbish bin and when she came back indoors she asked me if I wanted her to keep her stockings, suspender belts and hold up stockings and I said yes because you may need them some day. She then asked me if there were any more rules and I told her that there was indeed. I feel your hands encourage me to turn over and find cuffs being wrapped around both wrists. My arms are extended up above my head and secured. I presume that you have tied the restraints to each corner post. You then lift up my hips up so I am on my knees with my head on the mattress. You start to stroke me very gently from the dimples at the base of my back down and round the cheeks of my arse. I wriggle a little to guide you to those places I need to feel you, but you won't be rushed. I.