I lived with my mother, after my father left us, when I was eleven. She was only in her mid-thirties then, and I thought she was pretty, though she never made the most of herself, and didn't seem to have any interest in meeting anyone else pulled the . One day I found a magazine in the street, and it was all about women tying men up and doing stuff to them. It fascinated me, and I studied and restudied it, and longed to emulate some of the action. When I was fourteen, one day I asked my Mom if she'd tie me up. She looked surprised and said 'no way young man! What's wrong with you????" By now I had this picture in my mind, and I kept pestering her, and promising never to tell anybody. After several more rebuffs, she finally said "Okay, if this is what it takes to get some peace around here!" and pulled the sash out of her bathrobe. spun me around and tied my wrists behind my back with surprising ease. "There! Happy now??" she demanded, with rather more anger in her voice than I had expected. "Well, pictures I've seen, thy often have something tied over their heads..." I began. She broke in "What pictures??" she demanded. When I mentioned the magazine, she went off and fetched it from my room, then sat down and studied it carefully, muttering "unbelievable!" as she turned the pages. "Yes Ma'am, if it's not too much trouble!" I tried. She said she didn't have stuff like this, but she thought she could accommodate me..and left the room. When she came back she had her old gardening trenchcoat over her arm, which usually hung behind the back door. She threw it over my head, and knotted the sleeves round my neck, tightly. I can't describe the feelings that washed through me, as I realized I was truly helpless, senses dulled or cancelled out. I began to get the biggest erection I had ever had, jutting out in my sweatpants. "Oh God!" muttered my Mom. "What are you DOING woman??" Then she spoke to me "Okay, you had enough yet?? Have you come to your senses yet??" "Keep me like this!" I mumbled in the stifling material of the old coat. "Well, you.re a pain in the ass, young man, and I think you should go to your room, like that, and just think about what you're making me do here!" She led me stumbling blindly to my room, pushed me onto the bed, and left, shutting the door firmly, angrily, even. I lay there, in heaven, my arousal seeming more and more permanent. Eventually she came back, asking "Had enough yet, you dummy??" as she came in. "No way! I wanna stay like this!" I mumbled under the heavy material. "Oh God!" she groaned, then came and sat beside me on the bed. " Look, kiddo, things are getting out of control here! If we don't quit this nonsense NOW, we're going to end up in a situation we'll both regret! I loved you father, and it's been so long, and you are so like him, I'm just plain losing it here! Now for Chrissake let's stop right here!" "No! I like this! I want lots and lots more of it!" Silence, then "Well, fuck it I tried!" and she yanked my sweatpants down and off. Then her cool fingers were caressing me, and I almost screamed with the intensity of it. "Oh God Yes! Do that! Do it more! Please please please!" I babbled. "You tell ANYONE about this, I go to jail! You hear me, you manipulative little pig!" "I'll never tell! Just make it go on forever!" I moaned. Then she was fumbling at my sheathed head, and the belt suddenly cut deep into my mouth, silencing me totally. Now all I could do was make a faint 'mmmfff' sound. Then she was on top of me, and my massive erection was slowy engulfed in tight hot wet, while it felt so good I almost fainted. Time passed deliciously, and the delightful torture went on and on, seemingly endlessly, with peaks of bliss that caused her to stop instantly and wait until they died away, to my chagrin. I had come before while playing with myself, but nothing like this! Eventually she screamed and collapsed on top of me, and we lay like that for ages. She was crying, and that really disturbed me. "I hate myself! So weak-willed, I should never have done this! You're going to hate me when you get out of there! "Mm-mm!" I went, shaking my head, and just wanting it to go on for ever! She untied my wrists and left the room, and I lay there stunned, but still horny, and played with myself, leaving the old coat where she'd put it. It nearly killed me when I came, it was so intense. I went to find her and she was locked in the bathroom. I could hear her crying. Later we talked, and I told her I loved her, I loved what she'd done to me, and please could we do it again real soon?? I would never tell a soul, I promised over and over. To cut a long story short we did this and variations, for several years, until she got sick and died, and life as I knew it came to a screeching end. Met an older dominant woman eventually, and married her, and that's where we are now.