Learning that you’re the unfortunate and unwanted child of a prostitute would probably be enough to send anyone spinning. ‘It’s not really that ...ad.’ I answered with a heavy sigh. ‘But bad enough,’ she said with lifted eyebrows ‘so do you want to tell me or should I start guessing?’ ‘None of the above?’ I answered with a small smile, even though I knew she wouldn’t let it rest. ‘You met a girl called Mary, and…’ she said, gently coaxing me to continue. ‘I met a woman called Mary,’ I corrected. And now - have fun!Ok, this is really gonna happen. Something you dreamed of endless nights laying bound, gagged and desperately alone in your bed.Today it will change. You won't be alone anymore. You will submit willingly. You will give your body for the most kinky things. You will be humiliated, whipped, fucked in every hole and enslaved...By whom? You don't know yet. Let fate decide it.You take a deep breath. Seems you are ready. Here we go!The first thing is a big red ball-gag. You. [Note: The basket was made from a well-worn old blacksmiths apron, the leather as soft as a glove. Someone had cut off the bib and sewn it to the legs and around to the sides, making a big sack or basket.] When she sat in the basket it folded up around her so that she was doubled up with her head and feet up in the air and her sexy ass and pubic hair were sticking out the bottom through a hole in the bottom of the basket. She pulled on the dangling rope from the pulley and lifted herself up. My mom opened the door as I rolled over. I wasn’t really in the mood to try to pretend to be sleeping so I sat up trying to look tired.“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you honey.” my mom apologized.“It’s OK mom, I wasn’t really asleep yet anyway.” I replied.“Did you have a good night?” she softly asked.What could I say? “Yeah, it was fine.” I told her. After all, I couldn’t tell her the truth.We said our goodnight and it sounded like my mom and dad decided to do a little more chatting on the couch..