I just told her how I broke up with my ex today and how she used to torture me. I used to crave for love care and pampering but would only get abused....She was more of a trophy girlfriend whom you can fuck whenever she wants. I was feeling very low, but she held my hand and planted her lips softly on my lips, and we started it until you guys disturbed us.Me: So, are you guys looking for something serious?Sid: No, bro! I recently broke up, and I’m not in a condition to give commitments or get. My arms are placed in an arm-binder tightly behind my back and Mistress has me bend over and she pushes a larger butt plug in my ass. I am made to lie down on my side and my ankles are bound together and pulled up to my wrists so that I am hogtied on my side. Mistress places a couple pillows between my knees to keep my cock and balls exposed to her use as well. A hood is now placed over my head with only a hole large enough for my open mouth. I feel Mistress settle down into the bed in front. I swung my legs quietly to the floor and slowly stood up, trying to make no sound leaving the bed. I crept down the hall. Mom's door was half open. There was no moon that night and so no light betrayed me as I held my breath and listened before the open door.Mom was masturbating. I crouched and listened. I strained to find some light in the darkness. I could just see the shadow of her form on the bed now. I could see a little movement and hear the sound of her heavy breathing and from time to. My head was under my pillows, and I had a splitting headache. Reaching out, I fumbled for my sunglasses, and pulled them to me as I sat up rubbing my eyes. I slid them on. I opened my eyes as I yawned, and I shrieked as I looked around me. I started trembling as I heard a thumping, and lowered my eyes. I looked at my dog, Traveler.I reached out with trembling fingers and touched his forehead. He stood up and placed his head in my lap and whined. I started scratching him, as I looked around.