Family Ties and Secrets Exposed by Sedona_Steele

BDSM Aldult erotic stories  – Family Ties and Secrets Exposed by Sedona_Steele,

Being with Kyla had initially felt like magic. There were sparks in their kisses, and she brought an adventurous spirit to their bedroom. The chemistry seemed perfect, but over time, certain aspects of Kyla’s personality began to grate on Theo. What he had once found charmingly independent now revealed itself as selfishness and a streak of narcissism. Her increasing demands on Theo for everyday things reflected unresolved issues from her previous marriage breakdown, which she seemed to project onto him. Despite the intense physical connection they shared, Theo knew he deserved better.

Kyla, a stunning 39-year-old woman, enjoyed walking and practicing yoga, which gave her a toned yet feminine physique. Her brunette hair framed gentle Mediterranean features, and her captivating bedroom eyes rarely needed makeup, showcasing a natural allure.

After leaving a loveless marriage a few years prior, Kyla and Theo’s relationship had evolved from close friendship to lovers. They had spent eight years working closely at a local biotech company, nurturing a strong bond. Theo, who had recently grown his dirty-blonde wavy hair, complemented his masculine jawline and lightly toned physique with broad shoulders and strong arms—attributes Kyla often admired as she cuddled close.

Despite their physical intimacy, cracks began to appear as they grew closer, revealing misaligned core values. Both sensed the inevitable outcome, yet the depth and intensity of their physical connection made it hard for either to contemplate ending it.

It was late one evening, Kyla was passed out after drinking a bottle of wine, a recently common habit. Theo had sipped his whisky, a treat he enjoyed in regularity but moderation. They had explored the lighter side of BDSM together and had a variety of toys, some used more than others. But Kyla had never wanted to be tied up. But as she said this, Theo could see a light curiosity in her eye. She was very much into being in control of all situations and she honestly didn’t know how to let go.

Theo knew that there was a real chance that he could give her something that they would both truly enjoy but if it didn’t work out, at least the relationship was on the rocks anyway. He justified it to himself. Right or wrong, he was going to introduce Kyla to a little submission and see how she went.

Kyla awoke to the sun streaming in through the bare autumn oak tree in the front yard. The dappled brightness caused her to blink in the brief confusion that often followed waking up after a heavy night. The room was warm and her lips were dry. As she became more aware, she realised that she was wearing the rubber bit gag. She hated this one. It was so humiliating to be treated like an animal. She reached to remove it but then realised. She was stuck.

The armbinder held her firmly, but surprisingly comfortably. Considering that her arms were pulled back pushing her tits out, she was in no pain. Her morning yoga had clearly paid off in this regard. She quickly took stock of the situation. It was just these two bondage items. She was still in her nightclothes, a cotton tank top and simple cotton briefs.

Theo was nowhere to be seen and this wasn’t funny. Her daughter, Lisa, might be in the house still! There was no way that she wanted her smart young daughter to see her like this. She always imposed modern values of independence and autonomy on Lisa. What would she think if she saw her mother trussed up like some kind of sex toy!

She cautiously peered round the door to her bedroom, listening for any hint that she could be seen. She needed to get out of this armbinder, but it had little pockets for her hands so her fingers were completely useless.

Suddenly Theo came into sight carrying his coffee. “Back in the bedroom darling, Lisa is just getting ready to leave.”

She quickly moved backwards. Before she realised what was happening, Theo was buckling a collar around her throat. This is not at all what she wanted, more bondage! She shook her head, trying to tell him. This was not okay!

Theo smiled. “It’s ok darling, we’re trying something new. If you really hate it, we’ll stop.”

Kyla felt a little better, but how would he know if she hated it? He clearly wasn’t paying any attention to her head shakes. This thought was broken by the click of a leash to the collar. “No way,” thought Kyla. This is far too humiliating. I’m not playing this game with him.

As he gently tugged her leash, she pulled back with equal force. “Good girl,” said Theo, I hoped you wouldn’t just play along. Be yourself and I’ll help the real you to genuinely submit.

What could this possibly mean? How would he get her to do anything if she didn’t want to?

Well, the answer came quickly. She was unceremoniously stripped of her top and briefs with a pair of EMT shears he must have been carrying. This left her toned feminine figure completely on display.

Theo suddenly kissed her neck in that way she loved so much. He held her and she began to float in the space they both loved so much and her body began to respond, much to her surprise and distain. Her nipples grew firm and she was sure she must be getting a little wet. As Kyla felt her nipples being gently kissed and blown upon, she began to wonder if this might actually be ok. Just for a minute. After all, it’s ok to try anything once.

She was dragged from this daydream as the first nipple clamp bit down. She immediately pulled back and regretted it as quickly. The tug on her nipple kept her in place as the second was applied. These clamps were a toy that was rarely used. Kyla had sensitive nipples and she always avoided pain. After all, who would seek out pain? The short chain connecting the clamps was lifted by the leash that Theo had threaded behind. As he again pulled the leash, she quickly realised what he did. Her nipples were tugged as she resisted. She quickly gave in and followed. But now she was naked! If only she had followed the first time, at least her dignity would be preserved, at least a little.

Where was she being led? Out of the bedroom? But her daughter, Lisa, was still in the house! Kyla felt a flush run though her as she imagined being seen. What would Lisa think? Would she judge her mother, would she run to her bedroom, or worse, would she stare? Would she look closely at just how easily her intelligent mother had been trussed up and put on display. Her body clearly a sexual plaything and responding to this kinky treatment.

As Kyla was lost in these thoughts, the blush on her chest was clear to Theo. As he suspected, she was a closet submissive with possibly a little bit of exhibitionism in her. Well, he would lead her wherever her body betrayed her. And right now, it was leading her towards exposure.

He led her into the dining room. This was an open plan house and the kitchen, lounge, dining was all one big space. There was no way that Lisa could miss her as she left the house. Kyla was backed towards the dining table and her ankles were quickly tied to opposite table legs, spreading her obscenely. She had tried to keep her legs closed but she really didn’t have a leg to stand on, as it were. The one respite she felt were the clamps being removed from her nipples. Or so she thought. The pain of the removal caused her to gasp into the gag. How could they possibly hurt more coming off?

She was left with her thoughts for a moment. How had this all happened so quickly and why did her body betray her. Even the clamps coming off, whilst there was pain, it also sent erotic jolts through her and her mind wandered. Here she was, tied, helpless and very exposed. It wasn’t her fault if someone saw her, right? She had no choice but to take whatever Theo had in mind. She knew that her spread legs left her particularly exposed. She kept a very tidy pussy with no hair around her labia or ass, and just a short bit of hair on her mons. This left no doubt that she was truly a woman of sexual age. Her nude, pink labia had already begun to swell with arousal. And she was brought from her daydream as she felt the first bead of her wetness run down her left thigh.

She was further surprised as she heard footsteps. No, her daughter! She couldn’t even explain, gagged as she was. Theo popped around the door carrying his tripod and camera. Kyla immediately shook her head. She was not going to be one of the sluts they watched together on the internet. She was not a willing participant in this degradation. She shook her head more.

“Darling,” Theo said. He gently held her nipples, kissed her forehead, and reached into her hot mound. Her secret was out as he drew his fingers up between their faces. The clear, sticky musk was clearly evident. He trailed the juices across her gagged lips and around her nipples.

She was sure to smell even more strongly of sex than before! Like a wanton whore. At least the camera couldn’t capture smell.

“Now,” he said, “Is my Pony going to cooperate or do I need to be firm?” It was then she saw some other toys he was carrying. Some she knew were not from their usual collection. A crop, some small white bells, a blindfold… This was the last thing she saw as Theo carefully adjusted the blindfold to block out all light. “I’m going to do things to you Kyla, until you neigh like a pony. Do you understand? I want to hear you make horse noises”.

A small pair of foam earplugs were what Kyla felt next being carefully put into her ears. She could now neither see nor hear and she was mostly mute with the gag in. Although the was sure she could probably ‘Neigh’ if required. But that certainly wasn’t going to happen.

The softest touch was next on her nipples. Very gentle caress and coolness. Then the same on her clit. What was going on? Some sort of harness was next, over her shoulders, around her back and circling her breasts. As it tightened, she felt her already pushed-out udders begin to firm up. Udders? Why did she think that? They were her breasts. Her lovely and private breasts that had no business being on display and certainly not further highlighted by some overly-kinky garment. But they did feel like udders. If he was making her into a horse then taking on animal traits didn’t seem that unnatural. Besides, it felt less invasive to think of her udders than her private womanly breasts being man-handled. She suddenly became aware of an itch in her nipples and clit. The bastard must have put something on them to make them itch like this. It was a persistent itch that made them throb and demand attention!