Next he picked up and examined the leather wrist and ankle restraints that David used on me regularly. He rummaged around a bit more to pick out a set...of clover-style nipple clamps. and looked at me with a bit of shock on his face. “Nipple clamps? Mom I never knew...” he said.“Yes, son, your father liked to clamp my nipples because he knew how sensitive they are and it helped get me closer to orgasm when my nipples are stimulated. A little bit of pain sometimes adds the right amount of spice to. "I'd love to Mr. B," she said and picked up the tube. Tentatively her hands moved over my chest, so lightly that hardly any cream was being spread. As she touched me her confidence grew and her movements became more assured. After finishing my chest and arms and stomach, she moved to my feet and started upwards. Watching her eyes, I could see the doubt and indecision she had about how she was going to take care of my cock and balls. Finally, with her eyes half closed, she lifted my sack and. Still scanning the faces in the crowd, his eyes passed straight over me and then, like a delayed reaction, I saw them widen and flick back again, almost imperceptibly dropping to take in the tight bodice of my dress before he locked back onto my eyes.I almost looked away, but with the boldness gained by a couple of cans of beer I kept eye contact and smiled. He was cute and exactly the type of guy that Belinda had brought me here to meet.Miraculously, he came towards me. Oh shit, here goes. I. .Please Mary. I love you. Don't do this to me." Too late, Jason. You have become something I can't loveanymore. But, my mum can use you for many things. She is outbuying the last few things for you now. I saw how hard your cockwas while you were drinking from my mother's pussy. You are hersnow. She can do with you what she wants. It will be an hour orso before I can get back so I will tie you up for now.Mary brought some thick tape from the kitchen and pretty muchwrapped me up. I just cried and.