Dial-A-Fantasy – Family

“Mum, honestly, I am going to be fine. It’s one of the lowest risk areas of the country at the moment, and I’m going to be in the same flat as Josie and Kelly – so I think we’re just about as covered as we can be.”

Bridget smiled and shook her head as she looked at Kerry sitting at the kitchen table. It seemed like only yesterday when she was bringing her home, and now here she was, just turned eighteen, and ready to go to university. She knew it was a big step – for both of them, given it had been four years since her husband had passed away.

The forty five year old was wearing a white cardigan over a black dress with a white fleck pattern, dark hose and knee length black leather boots. The flecks of grey in her long strawberry blonde hair were not a concern to her – she knew it was another sign of maturity.

Kerry had the same length and colour of hair as her mother, but was much more casually dressed – a black jumper and denim mini-skirt, with knee length black suede boots.

“So what are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t have any plans,” Kerry said as they heard the knock on the front door, “you?”

“No – can you see who that is please,” Bridget said with a smile as she went back to the sink, starting to wash the cups as Kerry stood up and walked towards the front door. The older woman sang to herself as she heard Kerry say “yes can I…”

And then nothing.

Bridget could hear the front door close, but there was no discussion. “Who was it Kerry?”

Still no answer. Drying her hands on a towel and putting it by the sink, she walked into the living room – and opened her eyes wide in shock as she was grabbed from behind, the scent of leather filling her nostrils from the gloved hand that covered her mouth.

Kerry was kneeling on the floor, the edges of a white cloth sticking out from her lips as the masked woman standing behind her held a pistol to her head. The woman was masked, only her eyes and thin red lips showing, and wearing a skin-tight grey leather suit which was slightly open at her neck. Grey leather gloves were on her hands.

As for Kerry, her hands were behind her back, her fingers wriggling as she tried to feel the thin plastic band that had been pulled tightly round her wrists. She had been taken completely by surprise when she had opened the door, then was forced into the front room and on her knees.

“Whtssghnnhn?”

“Surprise Visit.”

The voice that came from behind Bridget was male, as she looked at her daughter, and then the voice said “do exactly what we tell you, understand?”

“Hrrruhhh?”

“Not a relevant question – if you promise not to scream, I’ll take my hand away.”

Bridget slowly nodded, but as the hand was removed she shouted

“Sohmmbdhdhhpllmmhhh!”

Her words were cut off by the rubber bung that was shoved into her mouth, the leather pad that it was attached to covering her chin and mouth as the straps were fastened tightly round her head.

“MHMMMMM!”

“Oh she really does care,” the masked woman said as she stroked Kerry’s cheek. “Then she is really going to enjoy this afternoon.”

“Whdduhmhnn? Lhfherhlhnnn!”

Bridget struggled as her cardigan fell down her arms onto the floor, while the masked woman walked to a large bag that sat on the couch. “So, Alpha, shall we begin?”

“Yes we shall, Prime,” the masked man said as he took from his partner a length of rope, and pulled Bridget’s arms behind her back, before he wrapped it round her elbows and pulled them together. She was surprised to feel them almost touch as the rope went round and between her limbs.

Kerry could only watch as the man worked behind her mother – and then she felt the rope herself as it was wrapped round her body, pulling her arms against her sides as the masked woman he called Prime wrapped the long length of rope round her body.

“Such youthful beauty,” Prime purred as she wound the rope round above and below her chest, stretching her jumper over her chest as her limbs were immobilized.

“She is indeed,” Alpha said as he used more rope to bind Bridget’s wrists together, taking the rope between her arms as well, before he took from the bag a pair of scissors.

“Whthrhruh… hhnnhhh…” Bridget was immobilized with fear as he cut along the sides of the sleeves of her dress with the scissors, then pulled the front away to expose her black bra and panties, before he pulled the back off from under the bands of rope.

She shivered as she felt the man’s gloved hands on her body, and then shouted into her gag as she watched the masked woman take the scissors, and cut her daughter’s jumper away – especially as she saw her daughter was not wearing a bra, the bands of rope now rubbing on her bare flesh.

Kerry could feel the cold air on her body, but what was worse was the pressure eon her chest, as the ropes rubbed on her, but there was something else. As this woman – Prime – gently stroked her hands down her arms, another shiver was running through her, but this wasn’t just fear.

She looked at her mother, the leather pad covering her mouth, as the ropes now pressed down on her own body, forcing her breasts out and up, and then the man started to gently squeeze her breasts.

“LHFFHRHLHHHNNN!”

“Hush,” Prime whispered into her ear as she placed her gloved hands on Kerry’s chest, and squeezed hard, Kerry gasping at the feelings that were starting to run through her. She knew she could not stop her, but as she twisted round the grip just tightened…

“Do you like this,” Alpha whispered into Bridget’s ear as his hands caressed her chest. Bridget shook her head, but inside her memories were stirring, at the touch of her husband, and what that did to her.

She was surprised when he stopped for a moment – and then felt the cold metal as he cut the bra away from her, and then she felt the rope on her chest, pushing her breasts up as he wound the length tightly round her own arms and body. This had a number of effects – it forced her arms against her own back; it forced up and out her own chest as she felt – and saw – her nipples become more prominent; and she was feeling more and more helpless.

And she was loving it.

She felt the tug behind her back, and then the gloved hands as the rope came over her left shoulder, fed under the lower band of rope between her breasts, and then pulled back up before it went over her other shoulder again. Opening her eyes, she looked at Kerry, the woman he called Prime massaging her chest as she whispered into her ear. She could see how firm her daughter’s breasts were looking, as the assault on her own chest renewed with increased vigour.

“Do you like what you’re seeing?”

Bridget shook her head as she said “uhvefhrssdhsss.”

“Yes, we have – and that excites you doesn’t it? I can tell, you know – just as it excites me.”

Bridget closed her eyes again as she felt the pinch on her nipples. She could not deny it – she could not deny it with her husband, but that had been behind closed doors. Kerry had never seen it, never heard it…

“Phlsssdhuhknhwhtuhrrsnhnnn,” Kerry moaned, the cloth in her mouth soaked with her own saliva as Prime squeezed her chest again.

“I do – I can see how dirty this makes you feel, how sullied – do you like it?”

“Nhhh,” Kerry said as she shook her head, but something else was happening in her, something she had never experienced before. She wanted to push the cloth out, to say something – but then she felt the rough rope on her lips as Prime wound another length of rope around her head, pulling it between her lips and forcing the cloth further in.

“Oh, so you’re lying now, are you? That needs to be punished.”

Kerry wondered what she meant by that, and then she heard the zip on her denim skirt as it was lowered, and then her skirt pulled down – and then the sting of the gloved hand as it smacked her bottom.

“KHRREEE!”

“Oh so you like the sound of that? Let me distract you.”

Bridget wondered what Alpha meant by that, and then she opened her eyes wide and screamed as the small metal clamps were attached to her nipples, a chain running between them. It felt Asif a hot iron had been applied to both of them as the waves of sensations ran through them.

No – ran through her. She was being treated exactly as her husband had treated her, and she was remembering how much she loved what he did. As the chain was pulled down, she groaned and felt the dampness between her legs – and then she heard another moan.

Kerry was so confused. This masked woman had taken her hostage, had bound her wrists, her arms, her upper body, cut her jumper away, pulled her skirt down, and now was alternatively smacking her bare cheeks and then rubbing them with her leather gloved hand.

She was eighteen, not eight – then, yes her parents would discipline her, but this was different, this was scary, this was harder, it hurt more, it…

As she was smacked again, and then felt the hand caress her bottom, Kerry was suddenly aware of how warm it felt, how soft the leather felt when it was caressing her, how much that warmth was spreading through her, making her sweat.

No – not just sweat. There was dampness between her legs as well, and while she had played with herself there, and enjoyed that, this was different. This was real.

“Fuck,” she thought to herself, “am I enjoying this? That’s not right, that – Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Bridget heard the muffled groan as Primus reached round and ran a gloved finger up between her daughter’s legs, and she understood. After all, as this was happening Alpha had forced her back against himself, and his hand was going between her legs as well, under her hose, inside her panties, and as she felt his finger playing with her sex she closed her eyes and almost melted against him.

Almost – because she could feel how he was responding, feel the hard cock, and she wished it was her husband, wished he would use it, wished…

And then the memory came back to her…

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Bridget looked at the advert in the local paper, and sighed. Four years… Four years since her husband had been taken from her, and her life had changed, lost something.

Would they really do that for her?

Slowly, she picked up the telephone and dialled the number.

“Fantasy Fulfilment – how may I help you?”

“My goodness – you are a genuine company?”

“We are indeed – may I confirm that you are Mrs Bridget Jones?”

“How do you – no, I know how. Your advert says you will arrange for someone to do whatever I want?”

“Indeed – you set the parameters and the scenario, and our trained operatives will fulfil your request. If you agree to use our services, no payment is taken now, all we ask is the appropriate amount is placed in your current account for us to take when the contract is fulfilled.”

“And when would you fulfil that request?”

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Bridget sighed, and then said “my late husband was a dominant, and I’m a submissive – and I miss that. I want to experience what he did to me again.”

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For whatever reason, Bridget knew the woman answering her call would understand, so she relayed her request. She could hear the click of the keyboard, before the woman said “I understand, Bridget – be assured, we can meet your requests. You need to be aware that, should anyone else be in residence when we call, they may also be pulled into your fantasy. Is that likely?”

Bridget thought for a moment – would Kerry be there? If she was, would she understand? And then she wondered where Kerry’s tastes may lie – does the apple fall hat far from the tree?

“If it happens, it happens,” she finally said.

“Excellent. We have all the information we require, and as I said payment is not taken until after our visit. This is the fee.”

Bridget nodded as she heard the amount, and then said “I understand – that will be available for you.”

“Excellent – be assured, when our operatives leave, they will leave having made sure there is a way for you to free yourself eventually. I also need to remind you that you will not know when we call. With that in mind, do you wish us to proceed?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent – thank you for calling Fantasy Fulfilment, Bridget.”

She groaned – it was too late now, as she watched Prime begin to use her finger on Kerry, and heard her moans as well as she did so.

Prime sighed as her finger slipped between Kerry’s petals, and the young woman shook at the touch.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Hmmmyhssss…”

“Do you wish that to change?”

Kerry nodded, so lost now in the sensations that flowed through her that moment she did not realise fully the implications of that statement – but then she was made to sit down, and Prime took more ropes, bending her legs and binding her booted ankles to her thighs so that her legs were spread. Prime then knelt between her legs, smiling as she bent over and kissed Kerry’s moist, sensitive clit, used her tongue on her as the young woman threw her head back and screamed into her gag…

Bridget groaned as well, as she felt Alpha rubbing against her before he pushed her head down, and she heard the sound of a zip lowering. She was so damp now, the electric shocks that flew through her with every touch making her feel faint as she felt the fire between her legs, inside her, wondering what was going to happen…

“Don’t move.”

Kerry slowly nodded as she leaned her head back, wondering what was going to happen next as Prime went to the bag, and removed a dildo, strapping it on before she walked back and stroked the tip on Kerry’s clit. She groaned in response and then felt it enter her.

It was so wonderful, so new, as she instinctively pushed her hips up and Prime moved with her, the shocks suddenly increasing as her body started to shake…

Bridget’s eyes opened wide as she felt the tip of Alpha’s firm, erect member behind her, and wondered how he was going to…

“HHFHKKKKK!”

He took her from behind, as she lowered her head and felt his hands on her breasts. The fire was raging through her now as he forced himself further in, and she gripped his cock, feeling the throbbing as he moved to and fro, helpless to stop him, helpless to prevent him.

Not wanting to prevent him…

“YHSSSSSSS!”

Kerry’s whole body shook as her first real orgasm washed over her, enhanced by her helplessness, and she felt the flow from between her legs, felt the sweat in the cool air, unable to stop it, enjoying every second of it.

Bridget started to shake, and then she felt him tense and let go as she experienced her own orgasm. It had been so long, and it may not be her husband, but it felt so wonderful…

Prime slowly stood up as Kerry opened her eyes.

“There – was it all you imagined it would be?”

“Yhssss,” she whispered as she fell against the floor, watching through misty eyes as the masked woman removed the dildo, then went back to the bag. She returned with a long length of rope and a white object, shaped like a lozenge, which she fed under the young woman’s waist and tied off, then measured a length out and tied the rope round the object.

She felt it as it slipped inside her, then she was turned over as the rope was pulled up between her legs, nestling between her lips as she felt the vibrations inside her. Prime then tied ropes from her bound ankles to her chest ropes, as Alpha let Bridget fall onto the floor,

He gently rolled her over, and then did the same to her as Prime did to Kerry, Bridget feeling the vibrator inside her as she was rolled over again and the rope tied to her chest ropes. Alpha then crossed her ankles and secured them together with rope, the leather and rope squeaking as they rubbed together, before he secured her legs below her knees.

She groaned as her ankles were tied back and then secured to the rope between her legs, then she was moved to be next to her daughter. The two women slowly turned their heads and looked at each over, their bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids, while Alpha said “prepare the surprise.”

As he left the room, Prime took a small black box from the bag and set it between them, both women seeing the LED panel on the side as Alpha came back. As they both started to shake again, they watched him press down on hr top of the box, a timer starting as they both gathered their materials into the bag, and then left.

“Khreeehmshshreee,” Bridget mumbled through the leather as she looked at her daughter.

“Mhmmm – dhdddhddhthsthu?”

Bridget slowly nodded as Kerry said “Hknhh, hshwwuhhnns, hnd whnddhhrrd…”

“Wht…”

“Heehtfhlt – hhhknh.” She struggled and then gasped as another orgasm washed over her, Bridget following suit. Had something indeed woken inside her daughter?

Her eyes turned to the counter. If they were right, soon they would be free – and then they would talk…

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