Timmy & Mac's Summer Camp Adventure-Random Scenes

Scene 2: A typical lower middle-class home in Dimmsdale. The Turner residence.

Vicky was so happy. She had recently finished a course in rope tying at the Local Community College. Part of her training in the BDSM Arts.

She considered this a Graduation present from her darling Timmy. Her assistant and partner waited with a ladder to make the final adjustments.

Mrs. Turner was bound head to toe, hanging head first from the second floor bannister. Her heavy soft tits, well oiled, were turning a lovely shade of purple as the wet hemp ropes (which had replaced the soft cotton ones she usually wore now 24/7) began to dry and shrink. Her nipples were already distended three times normal size.

The pink ring in her mouth kept her comments somewhat inaudible, but that was OK. Timmy wasn’t much interested in anything she had to say anymore. She had said enough; she had done enough. The obvious suffering and drool made up for years of neglect towards her son.

She had been ‘instructed’ to consider this a down payment on the debt she owed him.

Mac shook his head. He had been studying up on Kinbaku-bi, the Japanese “beauty of tight binding" art. He compared Mrs. Turner’s bindings to an ancient manual he had Mr. Turner purchase with his retirement savings.

“Very sloppy Vicky. Look at how the ropes covering her belly are slipping! The Crotch-Rope tie looks much too comfortable! Look, she’s cumming again!

Vicky’s assistant, Miss Goo climbed a ladder and adjusted the thin fiber rope running from Mrs. Turners belly, through the cleft of her pussy, up through the crack of her ass. The girl studied the pattern, smiled and yanked on one of the loops that Vicky pointed to. She went sailing off the ladder, rope in hand as the line tightened, jerking the bound woman another three feet up in the air. There was a scream like the whistle of a steam locomotive, as the housewife then dropped and began to bobble at the end of the line.

Vicky was splattered by cum and blood and snot. She considered it the price of being an artist. She smiled at Goo.

Timmy and Mac applauded. Everyone was happy… even Mrs. Turner, seeing the pleased expression on her wonderful boy’s face as she spun upside down at the end of the rope… before she blacked out.