A Bonding Experience Pt. 03 – BDSM


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A Bonding Experience — Part 3

The doorbell rang. Judy went to answer it, metal collar locked around her neck. Fortunately, she knew who it was.

“Hi, Mom!” Her daughter stepped inside and gave her a big hug. For some reason, Judy was nervous about this visit. Summer was finally here. Her daughter was done with her freshmen year, but she wasn’t moving back home. She was just stopping by to visit and pick up some of her things.

She would be moving in with Keke for the summer. Well, that wasn’t quite right. Judy reminded herself that this living arrangement would be for the foreseeable future, as her daughter was transferring to the city school so that she could stay with the older woman during the college year as well.

Her daughter looked as happy as she had ever seen her though. And it was just as well that she was moving out, as Tomeika was now living with her. Judy had grown used to, maybe even learned to enjoy having the younger woman in control of her, but she couldn’t imagine doing the things that they did together with her daughter around. And she certainly didn’t want to see what Keke did with Alana.

Just as the pair released their embrace, Tomeika entered the room. “Alana! Finally done huh? How were finals?”

“They were good. They went well, but all my classes were entry-level. I could have bombed them and still been fine.”

Tomeika laughed. “I should have known. Did you get through with all your paperwork for the transfer?”

“Yes. I’m accepted into the accounting program. They found a scholarship for me. They don’t have much of a soccer program, so they are happy for any help they can get. There are some good girls though. We won’t be as competitive, but we should do okay.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’m sure my mother is looking forward to having you all to herself.”

Alana laughed. “I’m sure. Honestly, I am looking forward to it too. So what about you? Are you keeping my mom in line?” the young girl asked with a wink.

Tomeika laughed. She moved to put her arm around Judy’s waist. “You know it.”

Alana ran her hand over her mother’s collar. “This is beautiful. It looks good on you mom. You look amazing. I think Tomeika must be good for you!”

Judy knew she should say something, but couldn’t manage to form words. She had gotten used to the idea that she might enjoy the business of women. She had gotten used to the idea of being a slave. She had even gotten used to the idea of her daughter being a slave as well. But she was convinced she would never be comfortable enough to talk about it.

After an awkward silence, Tomeika spoke up. “She isn’t wrong you know. You do look great.”

“Sorry, I just drifted off there for a minute. Thanks. Tomeika has me on a strict diet and exercise program. I’m down 10 pounds.”

A diet didn’t do justice to what she was on. The younger woman controlled everything that went into her mouth. Water was the only thing she was allowed any time she wanted it. Everything else was prescribed to her. She ate exactly what she was told, nothing more, nothing less.

She couldn’t deny the results though. She had never been fat, but with ten pounds removed she found that she enjoyed what she saw in the mirror. Her young owner almost all the time had her wear tight-fitting sleeveless shirts now. Her arms looked amazing, and the shirts made her breasts stand out. She had started getting more attention than she ever had before. She enjoyed the feeling.

“Your mom is a hard worker. But speaking of hard work, I need to get to the gym myself. I’ll let you two catch up.”

Everyone said their goodbyes. Then Alana turned back towards her mom. “This is still weird for you huh?”

“Well, yes. Isn’t it weird for you?”

“Not really. I mean, I guess it is weird. But I think maybe I am learning I like weird. Anyway, try not to be so self-conscious. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And you really do look great. Your collar is beautiful, engraved and everything. I’m a little jealous.”

Judy tried to fight the desire to look down at the floor. “Sorry. I’ll try. And thanks.” She looked her daughter over. She had never seen her in shorts that showed off so much of her legs or wearing cutoff shirts that showed off her tight stomach. She pulled it off well though.

“You’re looking for my collar huh?”

“No, I wasn’t. I just…”

“Mom, it’s fine. Seriously. I don’t wear one most of the time since I am always in class. She thought it would lead to too many questions. So instead…I have this.”

Alana turned around. Her slevesless shirt showed off her muscular back. On the right side, Judy saw a tattoo. It was of a rabbit on two legs, somewhat sexualized, like Lola Rabbit. It had shackles around its hands and feet, both attached to the ground.

It had on a ripped cutoff shirt and ripped shorts, only covering what a person would have to cover in public. On the shirt were two letters. “KB”

“Don’t be mad, Mom. And don’t be mad at Keke either okay? She wanted me to have a token, like your collar, to remind me who I belong to. She liked the idea of a tattoo so I could have it on all the time. But she said that this year together would be a trial run. She said she wouldn’t force me to get one unless we decided to do another year. But I said I wanted to get one now.”

“You…No. I’m not mad. Sorry. I’m trying not to be awkward about this, but I’m not used to talking about it. I like it though.” Judy wasn’t sure that was true, but it felt like the thing to say.

“Thanks, Mom. I know how you feel about tattoos, and I know you probably think this is stupid. It might be. But I am enjoying being with Keke. It’s amazing. I know it might not last forever. I mean, she’s more than twice my age. But I wanted to do this for her, and this way I know I will always have something to remember her by. “

“And besides, it’s harmless enough. The girls on the team love it. They have started calling me ‘Killer Bunny’ and joking about letting me off the chain. I mean, it stands for ‘Keke’s Bitch’, but I kind of like the nickname.”

The title made Judy uncomfortable, but she smiled.

After some small talk, Judy helped Alana pack up a few things that she would need to take with her to Keke’s house. It was awkward knowing that she was helping her daughter pack to move in with a woman old enough to be her mother, a woman to whom she would be a full-time slave.

There was also something exciting about it, and that made her even more uncomfortable. She tried to tell herself that it was nothing that she wasn’t doing herself. And it would be almost impossible for her to live with both her daughter and the young girl that owned her.

The pair packed the remaining items in Judy’s car, as Alana’s was already full of the things from her dorm room. Judy then followed her daughter to the house she would be staying at from now on.

When the pair arrived, Judy helped her daughter carry things into the house. It was a nice home, no larger than Judy’s, but more expensive – granite countertops, fancy trim, expensive appliances.

Keke stood there watching as the pair carried in Alana’s things. She had explained that normally she would help, but that it wouldn’t set the right tone for their relationship – that the slaves would should do all the work. Judy did like Keke, but it was awkward having the woman stand there directing them, observing their every move.

Judy found it strange that most of Alana’s things were put into storage in the basement, particularly when they started moving her clothes down there.

It wasn’t until they got to the young woman’s personal hygiene supplies that Keke finally led the pair up to what would be Alana’s room. The room was a decent size, but not large. It was remarkably spartan, with only a twin bed and a small desk. Oddly, there was some kind of metal ring bolted to the wall.

Alana didn’t look surprised.

“This is where you will sleep. The door locks from the outside, but not the inside. I’m hoping you will behave and I won’t need the lock, but it’s there.”

“You will sleep naked of course, and restrained. We will have to work out what is most comfortable for sleeping, but at least one arm, leg, or your neck will be chained to the wall there.” Keke pointed at the strange metal ring.

Judy saw her daughter shudder, but couldn’t tell if it was dread or anticipation.

Keke continued. “There will be a key in the top cabinet in the desk for safety. You will only let yourself out if there is a fire or a medical emergency or something along those lines. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand. It’s just for emergencies.”

“Good, and if you will look up there…” the woman pointed to a camera in the corner of the room. “That camera has a view of the entire room, and it is recording on a loop. If you disobey, I will know. And you will regret it.”

Tomeika wasn’t nearly as strict as Keke appeared to be, but Judy remembered similar conversations with her. They didn’t make her feel anywhere near this awkward. She tried to remind herself that this was what her daughter wanted.

“Also, there is a restroom down the hall, but once you are put in your room, I expect you to stay there until I release you in the morning. The key is NOT to be used for that, so I recommend you don’t drink too much before bedtime. If you absolutely can’t hold it, call for me, and I will come to release you. But be prepared to accept the punishment. Understood?”

“Oh wow, okay. I understand.”

“What do you mean, ‘oh wow’? Do you have a problem with that?”

“No Mistress. I was just surprised. I know that my body belongs to you now. It’s yours to control, not mine. I asked you to make me your slave, and that’s what you are doing. I appreciate you allowing me to experience this.”

The older woman smiled, then looked to Judy. “That is a very polite young lady you raised there.”

Judy hesitated. “Yes, she’s a special girl.”

Judy could tell Keke saw her discomfort. “She certainly is. Thank you for making her and raising her. It’s like she was made just for me. I promise I will take goooooood care of her.” She turned to wink at Alana, who blushed.

“But we do need to work on your awkwardness. I know this is hard for you, but I promise you, she wants this, just like I know you want what you get from my daughter. You shouldn’t be ashamed of anything that goes on between our two families, okay?”

Judy managed a weak apology and promised to try. Later, on the way home, she tried to tell herself she would get used to this, but somehow she couldn’t picture herself ever being as at ease with the situation as the other three women were. She reminded herself that she had surprised herself several times thus far. She hoped she would again. Time would tell.

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Judy spent the next several weeks busily serving her young Mistress. She started to fall into a routine. She was almost sure that the neighbors assumed the two were lovers, why else would the girl be living there? Thus far, none had asked about it, for which she was grateful.

The pair went to Keke’s house for dinner every Friday night. And every Saturday Keke and Alana came to visit them. It gave the mother and daughter a chance to see each other and catch up. And Judy could tell it gave Keke and Tomeika a chance to give her exposure therapy to awkward conversation.

After just a few weeks she stopped feeling so awkward. She considered Tomeika and Keke friends, and despite the age differences, she found herself growing more and more attached to her young owner, and grateful that if her daughter was gonna experiment like this, it was with Keke.

The pair had an air about them that made you want to obey them. Judy’s owner was remarkably mature for her age, but Keke was more experienced, the one that had an answer for everything. Judy doubted Alana could have found a better person to guide her into this strange new world.

Judy doubted that she would have been able to begin her journey without Keke. She was all the time very kind and supportive of her fellow mother. She somehow managed to give Judy the courage to let herself experience this. Judy had a feeling that it was more for her daughter’s advantage, but she still appreciated it.

Before she knew it, July had arrived. The 4th of July fell on a Friday. Instead of their usual dinner, Judy was informed they were gonna have a cookout with some of Keke’s neighbors and friends. Despite her misgivings, she looked forward to it.

She had never guessed just how busy “being a slave” would keep her. She hadn’t had much in the way of human interaction with anyone other than her daughter and their respective lovers for quite some time.

She was nervous to be in public with her owner, but she wouldn’t know any of the people there. And the people she did know had pretty much all concluded that she and the young black girl were lovers anyway. She knew at some point someone would flat-out ask, and she wondered she was ready to answer.

The cookout wasn’t what Judy expected. When she and Tomeika arrived, everything looked typical. Alana was practically hanging onto Keke, making their relationship quite obvious. Judy found that no longer bothered her, at least not much.

What she wasn’t prepared for, was being introduced to the dozen or so people in attendance not as Tomeika’s lover, but as her slave. The first time it happened, she jerked upright. She knew her eyes were not hiding the terror she felt. Shock was her only reaction, however. She didn’t object.

It quickly became obvious that Alana had previously been introduced as a slave as well. Only two of the guests appeared to be at all kinky, so Judy and Alana were quite the topic of conversation – especially once everyone figured out they were mother and daughter.

At first, people had just politely nodded and acted as if they hadn’t heard. Before long, however, someone asked the pair what it was like. Their Owners made it clear they were expected to answer, but Alana needed no encouragement.

The next thing Judy knew, everyone was bombarding them with questions. They wanted to know how they had found their Owners, how long they had been slaves, what they had agreed to and why, what they had to do, and what they liked about it. Once the floodgates opened, there was no stopping the questions.

At first it was awkward, but Alana was more than happy to do most of the talking. As time went on Judy began to adjust. Even though she still felt like her face was probably bright red, she managed to work her way into the conversation.

Despite her embarrassment and worries about other people knowing about her situation, she found that a part of her enjoyed being the center of attention.

After everyone ate, Keke informed all of her guests that she had a surprise for them. They were gonna put on a bondage demonstration, with Judy and Alana as their models.

Judy was terrified. Her only consolation was that the older black woman said that since the pair was mother and daughter they wouldn’t make them disrobe, to avoid any awkwardness. Even that consolation didn’t last long.

Alana piped up. “Thank you, Mistress. But I think it would be okay if we just kept our underwear.”

Keke laughed and nodded. “Ok, off with it then, both of you.”

Judy stared down at the dirt, feeling like her eyes were boring holes into it. She didn’t want to look up.

A light nudge from Tomeika got her moving, but barely. She disrobed slowly, suddenly self-conscious about her choice of undergarments. When she finally had the nerve to briefly look up, she saw that her daughter had dressed to impress. Judy most certainly had not, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

Before long, the two black women had taken Alana and moved her to a blanket underneath an old tree. They proceeded to wrap a rope around the young girl. Judy couldn’t help but watch and wonder what was in store for her.

Before long, Alana had been lifted off the ground. Judy had never noticed just how strong their Owners were, but they looked quite impressive as they worked.

“So how do you like that, slave?”

Alana hung from the tree, facing the ground. Her arms were tied behind her back, her forearms overlapping. Her knees were bent, legs tied by the ankles. Her breasts were squeezed between loops of rope, still hidden beneath the bra, but somehow looking like they desperately wanted to escape.

“I love it, Mistress.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, Tomeka, should we move on to your slave? She is starting to look bored over there.”

With that, all eyes turned to Judy. She immediately looked down.

Another blanket was laid out for her. Unsure what to do, Judy laid on it just like her daughter had, but was instructed to slip onto her back. Unfortunately, that made it almost impossible to avoid seeing all the people gathered around her, staring down at her almost naked body. She looked very intently at the tree above her and tried to block everything else out.

The black women made her move around to get the rope under her. It continued to snake around her until she too was lifted from the ground.

Although there were ropes around her torso that held much of her weight, her arms and legs were kept higher than her body and spread wide. It was almost as if she was on a swing, or perhaps was the swing.

Tomeika periodically gave her a light push as she spoke to the crowd. That made Judy rock back and forth. A length of rope going down her crotch settled directly between her lips. Every time she moved she felt it rubbing her. It was uncomfortable, but somehow enjoyable at the same time. Before long she could feel herself growing wet. She knew everyone would see as much, so she made a very conscious effort not to look at anyone. That way she could pretend it was all in her head, that no one had seen.

With the two women secured, Tomeika and Keke began lecturing. Judy was too worried about what everyone must think of her to hear a word of it. Her only thoughts were of when one of the women might gently rock her in her bonds again.

Judy was brought back to reality when she heard her name. There was silence.

Tomeika approached. “Well, do you?”

“I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t hear the question.”

The girl laughed. “See how caught up she is? I mean, look at how wet she is. I think that is your answer.”

Judy felt herself turning red as she saw Keke approach. “The young woman over there asked if you enjoyed being a slave.”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t think I would, but…”

Judy heard what sounded like a young girl. She tried to crane her neck around but couldn’t see the speaker.

“If you didn’t think you would, why did you do it?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“I mean, your daughter is clearly into it. She said she has always had fantasies. But you have never even dated a woman before, is that right?”

“Yes. That’s true. Tomeika is my first.”

Keke rescued her. “I think she has always had fantasies too, even if she didn’t know it. Otherwise, she never would have agreed. But I think she was trying to be supportive of her daughter.”

“I think you are right, Miss Keke.” The two slaves all the time spoke respectfully of the other’s owner but never called them Mistress.

The young girl spoke again. “Do you regret it?”

Judy was silent for a second. “No.” There was more silence, so she continued. “I didn’t know what I was getting into. I didn’t understand what I was agreeing to. But no, I don’t regret it.”

Tomeika ran her hand along Judy’s body, finally reaching her head. The tall girl stood up on her toes to give her room to kiss Judy, which she did passionately.

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