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Bound By My Future Husband — Found By My Future Mother-In-Law
“Oh, God! I’m So Sorry, Mrs. Williams!” — “I’m Not…”
Barely a minute after, Jack, my fiance, tightens the link keeping our bondage slave play-chain around my neck, he leaves me alone in the darkness of our Panic Room / BDSM Room. With my panties already wet and my excitement growing, I can’t deny I’m a little pissed off.
As upsetting as his putting a pause on our playtime like this is, it’s nothing compared to what’s about to happen. I’m lightly caressing my soft and generous cleavage while I wait, and the other end of my chain is grabbed. That’s normally part of our game, but Jack always gives me a warning.
Anything from, “Follow me, sexy.” to “Get over here, Bitch!” Or ranging anywhere in between. I’m easy to cream, so pretty much anything works. That is anything, except seeing the person at the other end of my bondage slave play-chain is my future Mother-In-Law!
“Oh, God! I’m so sorry, Mrs. Williams!”
“I’m not.”
“What? I mean, we were just playing, and…”
“Emma, I’m not sorry. It’s about time you and I met. Normally, all of Jack’s submissions to me are done before he gives out a ring. It saves on the embarrassment of having to take the ring back.”
