"P.s. I don't know your name, but any card with your name on it will do."After that, I almost ran trough the wall to my room, searching for my wallet....I just couldn't find it. However, I found a whole lot of porn vids. Feeling the need to masturbate again, I just couldn't help to let the stack of vids drop to the floor, and tear the dress I was wearing to shreds. I just couldn't help it! I turned around, and sat down on the end of my bed. My nipples stood on end, and I reached up with my hands. The cords, it turns out, were cleverly designed so I could tie myself spreadeagled to the bed--which is what I was asked to do. I could tie my legs, then the ties for my arms were made so I could tie chords to my wrists, then attach them with a kind of snap/hook to chords tied to the upper corners of the bed. The bag also had a Walkman, a blindfold, and a gag. I was instructed to put on the earphones with the music turned up loud, blindfold myself, then hook the cords to my arms so I was. “Yeah, just like a couple of horny teenagers.”She slapped my arm, “Stop it, Teddy, I’m not a teenager.” But she was smiling.I passed on the obvious punchline ’oh, you’re just horny’, knowing she would deny it, and I would have to explain that it was a joke. I had on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Mom wore a pair of tan slacks and a short-sleeve blue jersey pullover. I stood up and kicked off my sneakers. Mom took off her glasses and put them on the coffee table before she stood up. Water now beat down on her back and buttocks making her gasp. 'Look at the wall,' he said and stepped back. She faced the wall and braced herself. Even over the sound of the water she heard the belt coming. The sting as wet leather hit wet skin felt as if her arse had been set on fire. She strangled a scream and stood panting. 'What do you say?' he said. 'Thank you. Thank you, Sir.' 'Good girl.' He stepped up close again and bent forward so that his face was right next to hers. She could feel.