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Hen night traditions
Question:
Hi, Is there a tradition linked with a hen night? I know a stereotype stagg night probably involves the groom being stripped tied to a lampost and a stripper, but what about a girls night out? Any good ideas out there? Deb.
Response:
> Hi, > Is there a tradition linked with a hen night? > I know a stereotype stagg night probably involves the groom being > stripped tied to a lampost and a stripper, but what about a girls night > out? > Any good ideas out there? > Deb.
I guess you never really know your mother as well as you think! One second she is a mild, loving parent, then the next, she cuts loose with a mean streak that would de~ logic and descrip-tion. Over the past few weeks, I had been noticing subtle changes in her behavior. It only seemed to happen after a new woman moved into the neighborhood. I had heard rurnors about this woman, that she was a dorninatrix, bringing her craft to our quiet little street. I thought it was unfounded rumors in the beginning, until I saw a steady stream of guys coming at all hours of the day and night. Why Mom decided to become friends with a lady like that, I’ll never know! After the two started visiting back and forth, like long lost cousins, Mom had a radical change in attitude, starting to scold me over petty matters, trivial things that normally would never have concerned or bothered her. One morning, she slapped me across the face for leaving pairs of socks on the floor! I was 20 for God’s sakes. I’d left socks on the floor before. What was the big deal now? Things went from bad to very worse, one day when I got home from college. I walked into the house, finding Mom dressed in the most bizarre clothing imaginable. It was like something you might see in an adult porno movie, or more specifically an adult bondage/domination movie! Mom wore a black leather bra with open nipple holes. Her flill nipples poked through the opening, the stiff tips looking like a pair of eyes staring at me. Around Mom’s slender waist was a black leather garter belt. The leather gleamed like a shining sun. Attached to the leather garter snaps were very sheer black nylons. On Mom’s sexy legs, they looked really hot! But what was on Mom’s feet was the most erotic thing of all. She wore shoes that were candy-apple red. The stiletto heels were a towering seven inches in length! I don’t know how in the world she could ever stand in them? Mom walked toward me, the spike heels clicking out a rhythin. To finish off the outfit, she also wore shoulder length black leather gloves. "Mom, why are in the world are you dressed like that?" I asked. "You going to a costume party. I bet that could win a prize!" "Did I give you perinission to mock me!" Mom shot back. The tone of her voice chilled me. "I’ve been talking with Alicia (the dorninatrix down the street). She has given me some excellent advice and pointers on how to handle males who don’t do what they are told around the house! You don’t pick up clothing, and you are getting very lazy. I think this is definitely cause for punishment!" "Oh come on, you’ve got to be kidding!" I exclaimed. Mom responded with the palm of her hand smacking me across the cheek, "I did not give you permission to question me! Now go downstairs. You shall begin your punishment! Now!" Mom picked up a whip from a nearby table, cracking it against the front of my pants. It stung! That got memovinginahurry! I went downstairs, not believing what she had done down there. In the room that was usually a storage area, she had moved much of the stuff out of there, She replaced it with a chair, and other items. On the walls were handcuffs and whips. In the middle of the room were four stakes attached to the floor. At the end of each stake, were handcuffs! There was little question Mom definitely meant business. I suppose in the back of my mind, I’ve thought of being dominated. I saw a domination movie at a college dorm party once, secretly getting off on it. Of course if I was a betting person, and was going to predict which lady might do me the honors of dominating me, I never would have bet on Mom being that person. But somehow, the thought of Mom looking so dowrrright sexy in her attire made me suddenly feel a huge lump in my pants! I tried to hide it, but Mom had already noticed it. She looked at my crotch, laughing hysterically. "Is that supposed to be an erection?" she taunted. "A squirrel would likely be better hung than that!" Mom took her gloved hand, groping at my prick through my pants. She squeezed around my nuts, making me feel undeniable discomfort. Thank goodness the denim material of the pants cushioned some of the pain. Mom grinned as she noticed my agony level increasing. Tiring of grabbing at my nuts, she suddenly cried out, "get on your knees, you pitiflil excuse for a son!" When I was slow to respond, she grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down onto my knees! I never knew she was so strong! As Mom pushed my face down, she pressed it toward her snatch area. Since she wasn’t wearing any panties, my mouth came flush to her cunt rim! "Lick my snatch too! Let’s see what sort of cunt lapper you are!" she cried. "Do a good job or else your punishment will be very severe!" I definitely had no choice in the matter at that point. But there is no way you would have found me runing scared and wimping out at a time like that! I had to secretly thank Alicia for this radical change in Mom. I somehow felt this was going to turn into the experience of a life-time for me, whether I wanted it or not! My tongue pushed against Mom’s snatch lips. They tasted sweet, with a hint of musk added. That was a definite sign of her arousal. Her inner droplets of oils were falling like rainwater. I licked all around her pink love rim, before Mom roughly grabbed me by the back of the head agam. "Lick my hole now!" she screamed, loud enough to heard all through the neighborhood. "Come on you puny pussy licker. Lick me like a real man!" With my head forced even harder against her pussy, I stuck my tongue inside Mom’s slit. I licked her clitoris first. Mom’s pussy was still wetter than moments earlier. I knew she was gett-ing off on this, like a good dommatrix should. Our neighbor had taught her very well. When I still licked below her expectations, she cracked the whip, hitting me hard against both shoulders, bringing shards of pain all through my skin. Even through my shirt, I felt every wicked blow! I was getting off on the pain as much as I was getting off on eating her out! The longer I ate her tender snatch, the steamier Mom became between the thighs! Her musky scents got even headier, intoxicating my senses. I think I must have licked her hole for close to fifteen rninutes, before Mom’s orgasm came. My tongue was flush to her labia, and she was still whipping me, as she climaxed! Her snatch spasmed in orgasm, allowing me to greedily lap up her succulent snatch syrup. What was dripping too quickly to lick, rolled down my chin! Mom kept my nose pressed to her cunt, almost smothering me. Shit, if I had of been smothered, it would have been the ultimate way to die! Once she had fmished coming, Mom pushed me away from her so I landed hard on my ass, as if I wasn’t much use to her at that moment. "Pitiffil pussy licker!" she cried. "I should have expected my disgusting son to lick me like he did!" Mom was lying. The way she had come, and the way her cheeks were very flushed, told me I had done a danin fine job of making her come! "Take your clothes off!" she shouted, in her next breath. "Then lie down on the floor!" Once again, when I moved much too slowly for her liking, she took a whip, cracking it over my body a good dozen times! It stung again. By this time, the pleasure was far more intense than the pain! Once I was naked, stiff cock exposed, Mom told hold of my shaft, giving it violent squeezes, forcing pre-cum to ooze from the center. She scooped it off with her fmger, then pushed her fmger into my mouth so I had to lick it! That was the most vile thing she could have done. I was actually sort of surprised just how sweet my own cum tasted. "On your back now!" she snarled. Once down on the floor, Mom made use of the handcuffs and stakes in the center of the room. She snapped the cold metal cuffs against both wrists, then repeated the procedure with my ankles. I was totally helpless. Resistance was filtile at that point in time. Mom towered above me, a big smile on her face. She held all the cards, getting off on her position of power. Mom reveled in my predicament. What was to come next rivaled something from the kinkiest fantasy dream in creation. Mom removed one of her spike heels, clamping the shoe over my nose, making me inhale the hot vapors. It was pretty vile. "Smell your mistresses’ stinky, sweaty foot odor!" she laughed. "1 have not washed my feet all week long. I’ve worn the same shoes when you weren’t around to see them. You like them, don’t you?" This was the most pungent aromas I had ever inhaled. The combination of sweat and leather was really intense! But it was far from punishment! This was ecstasy for me! While she kept the shoe over my nose, she reached down and started jerking me off. She roughly jerked on my steel shaft, making my entire i)rick pulsate to the rhytthn of the handjob. "I bet that tiny cock of yours’ doesn’t have a drop of cum left in it!" Mom taunted. "I can tell that a pitiful son like you has no cum in his small prick. He likelyjerks off all the time because he can’t get laid!" The way Mom was verbally humiliating me was as exciting as the way she was physically abusing me! I do masturbate on occasion, and love every second of it. Mom didn’t use any skill at all in trying to get me off. She picked up the pace, working me over with such ferocity that I thought my dick might snap in two! I was still so overwhelmed by the shoe aroma, that I lost track of the handjob a couple of times. Just when I thought I might shoot my wad, Mom stopped short of bringing me to the bursting point! "You don’t deserve to come yet!" she laughed. 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