A sharp intake of precious air as Lisa lifted off my face.  It was a wonder I hadn't passed out.  When she released my wrists, I was almost tempted to keep the blindfold and gag in place.  That way, I wouldn't have to look at the disgust in my daughter's eyes.  Or explain myself to her.  As it is, I didn't remove either until she'd left the room.<br/><br/>Then I thought, "For fuck's sake.  We're all adults here. And this is what I enjoy."  Well, mostly enjoy.  Today had been rougher than most sessions.  Which was why when I removed the blindfold, I was shooting daggers at Lisa.  And when the gag came out I hissed, "There is a lock on the bedroom door that you should have used.  I warned you that my daughter might come for a visit any day."  I wanted to yell at her, but with my daughter in the living room (or at least I hoped she was in the living room), I didn't want her hearing me.<br/><br/>I also wanted to yell at Lisa for scolding my daughter, but if she hadn't chased her from the room, I might have stayed in the bed and insisted on Lisa securing my wrists once more.  I might have stayed there, a semi-permanent fixture, until Anabelle left.<br/><br/>"This is so humiliating," I groaned, as I reached for the remote.  Someone had forgotten to turn those little demons inside me off.  Then I released my other limbs, unbuckled the crotch strap, and threw the butt plug and dildo in the bathroom sink.  Then I curled up in Lisa's arms for a little cuddle and comfort.  I said nothing for awhile, angry at Lisa, but not wanting to drive her away with that anger.  So I just wrapped myself in the blanket she offered and waited for the anger to dissipate.<br/><br/>Once I'd recovered from the bondage session enough to stand on my own two feet, I walked over to the full length mirror to survey the damage. It looked like a vampire had sucked some blood from under my tits.  That was from that pronged electrical device.  My hair and face looked like a hot sweaty mess from being under Lisa's ass.  I suspect some of that was not sweat, but cum.  My whole body ached and was crisscrossed with marks from the harness as I began to pull it off.  I needed a shower before facing my daughter.<br/><br/>"Lisa, why don't you go out for Chinese while I take a quick shower and try to come up with something to say to Anabelle?  Please?"<br/><br/>The shower was indeed quick.  I didn't want to leave Anabelle to her own devices too long.  I didn't bother dressing.  I just threw on my bathrobe to hide the scars and strap marks and marched out to the living room.  I'd decided during the shower, that my best defense was an offense.  I put on a stern look as I entered the room.<br/><br/>"Why didn't you call to let me know you were coming home, young lady?  I seem to recall you asking that I give warning before visiting you.  Don't I deserve the same courtesy?  I do have a business to run and a personal life, which as you can see, is not exactly traditional. And I will not apologize for wanting to experiment.  Marilyn, my last lover, left me because I was too "vanilla" and unwilling to try new things.  Well, this is me trying new things."  Only after saying that that it occurred to me that my daughter might not know I'm gay.  The topic had never come up between us.<br/><br/>Then, being a mother, I started to worry that something had happened to her to cause her to come home unannounced.  And a concerned look crept onto my face.<br/><br/>"Did something happen at school?  Was it that boy?  What did he do?  I don't know why you have to live so far away!"  Actually, I hadn't minded the distance until this moment, when the mom gene started to kick in.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1190" data-username="Chrystal Dark" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1190/">Chrystal Dark</a><a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a>