"Thanks for this Adam," Fiona said, graciously.

"Not a problem. It's not as though I don't work for you," I replied.

"Even so, this is 'above and beyond' the call of duty," she countered.

After her husband passed away, Fiona had been left to run the family manufacturing business, which I worked for. At 49, Fiona was 12 years older than me. She'd kept herself in average shape. At the gym with friends. Voluntary charity work at a shop in town. Now she had to forsake all that, and man the pumps.

She was finding it tough. Her husband had unsorted paperwork all over his desk at home. Fiona had asked me if I could sort it, at her house. So that's where I'd been working all week. Spreadsheets and documents aplenty.

It was Friday. Fiona was off out on a date. I was trying to clear some stuff for Monday, the end of the financial month. Fiona had asked me to stop over, and work the weekend, to get it done. It was a large house, with five bedrooms, so I agreed. She'd offered me time and a half pay too, for every hour I was at the house. Plus, as it was Friday, I could drink a couple of glasses of wine, as I worked. That suited me.

I was busy working at the home office desk, with said glass in hand, when Fiona popped in. She was getting ready for her big date. Her first one since her husband passed, three months ago.

"Can you zip this up for me, at the back?" she asked, turning away from me, and holding her long, dark hair up.

"Sure thing," I replied, putting my glass down and rising from my chair.

Fiona was wearing a dark, long skirted dress. As I pulled the zipper up, from her mid back, I could see the label on her underwear. 'Bunny Herdette'. Some guy was in for a treat.

"That's better," Fiona announced.

How do I look?" she asked, turning to face me.

Her breasts were pushed up in her tight dress, with a deep neckline, ripe for picking. A decent 'C' cup, I reckoned. I tried to look elsewhere.

"It's not too much cleavage is it?" she asked.

"No, I don't think so. Just enough," I advised.

My cock, stirring in my jeans agreed.

"Oh good, some guy is in for a lucky night tonight, only he doesn't know it yet." Fiona confided.

"Lucky him," I unintentionally blurted out.

"To be honest Adam, and I never usually tell people this sort of thing, It might be his luckiest night. Since my husband passed, I've found a bit of freedom and an increase in my sexuality. My husband never believed in sex much, so I've never actually given anyone a blowjob. I know. I know. At my age. So, tonight, if things work out well, I'll be ticking it off my 'sex' bucket list. There. I've said it," Fiona confessed.

"I don't blame you. There's nothing to stop you." I said, supportively.

"Thanks again, for the work you're doing and supporting my bucket list. It means a lot," she replied

The sound of a car horn outside broke the awkwardness that was creeping in.

Fiona looked at her watch, then grabbed her coat and handbag. She picked up and finished off the glass of wine I'd been drinking, 'for Dutch courage'.

"Right, I'm off. Remember, if you have a shower, the hot water goes off at seven-thirty, so have it before then," she reminded me.

The door banged shut behind her. It was six-thirty now. I poured myself a fresh drink and set to finishing off the spreadsheet I was working on. Once done, I finished my drink and went for a shower. Time for my 'sex bucket list'.

The shower was a wet room. I didn't hang about. I had things to do.

Once dried, I took one of the guest dressing gowns from off the rack, just outside the shower. I went to the home office, and opened my work bag. In it, my cock cage and fixing ring. I fitted the ring over my cock an testicles, then attached and locked my cock cage. For safety, I hung the key on my necklace, around my neck. I liked being caged. It made me wait, so my 'personal' time was forced to last longer.

Now to see what goodies Fiona had got hidden.

I went into the first bedroom. Fiona had said this, and obviously hers, were off limits, but I could sleep in any of the other three.

It wasn't what I expected. There was a dancing pole practically in the middle of the room. Other than that, a steel framed four-poster bed, a steel cabinet, a couple of steel chests of drawers, a chair, a new TV on the wall and two full length mirrors that needed hanging. The items in there looked new, so obviously a work in progress.

Nothing there for me, as all the drawers were locked. The main bedroom it was then.

This was more of a traditional bedroom. I looked for her 'toy' drawer she must have one. It didn't take me long to find it.

Fiona had quite a collection.

Along with the usual vibrators, she had butt plugs, ballgags, handcuffs, collars, leather cuffs, a spreader bar. She'd been a busy girl. Some of the stuff hadn't been used, as it was still in its original packaging. I guess this lot was part of scratching a widowed itch. The set of drawers next to her bed, housed all her lingerie. Some of it was almost fetish wear. I only wanted basic stuff. I could have a better look next time, if I ever stopped over again.

I took a pair of the fishnet hold-ups, the cuffs and a red ballgag.

Returning to the first bedroom, I pulled on the fishnets. Not sure why I chose them. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe I wanted to feel that Fiona was part of my session.

I fitted the ballgag and closed the strap around my head. I closed my dressing gown up, loosely tying the belt around my waist. Nearly set.

I stood my iPad one of the chests of drawers, facing me, and pressed play on one of my favourite porn videos.

Stepping back, I put my hands behind me, and cuffed myself to the pole, in the centre of the room. I'd picked a good spot. One of the unhung mirrors was against the wall, directly opposite me. The second was against the wall at my left side.

The video in my iPad was good stuff. Set in the near future, a woman was undergoing VR sex therapy. She was a little cagey at first, as the VR had projected her step-son (it was porn, after all) as her virtual partner.

She soon got into it. On all fours, sucking virtual cocks which in reality were fucking machines. And being fucked by the same.

Then her stepson turned up and replaced the VR character.

She was lost in the game. Even when she removed her VR headset, she never noticed the transition and he began fucking her up the butt. It wasn't a long video, so I had it on auto replay. Once I'd got myself good and horny, I figured I'd remove the cuffs and cage and bring myself to orgasm. Probably on Fiona's bed and maybe with one her butt plugs inserted, for good measure. This was turning into a great night.

The woman's stepson was just about to plough into her for the third time, when the message notification popped on the screen.

"Hi Adam. Date was a no-show. Be home soon. Pour me a glass of wine. Fiona."

Oh shit. Soon? How soon?

I'd better get tidied up. Must get these handcuffs off, return all Fiona's stuff and get dressed. I should make it.

I pressed the first safety release lever with my thumb. Nothing.

I tried again. Still nothing.

I tried the other cuff. It was the same. I pulled at them with clenched fists. They didn't give.

All my efforts had loosened the belt on the dressing gown. It slowly untied and fell at my sides. The dressing gown opened out.

There I was trapped, caged, gagged. Drooling over the ballgag. Dripping from my cage. Wearing Fiona's fishnets. I could see, in the mirror facing me, exactly how this was going to look. The stepson was going in for round five.

I heard the key in the door. Fiona entered the house and closed the door behind her, locking it.

"Adam, I'm back," she called.

"Adam?"

Still no response from me, obviously.

"Where could he be?" she mumbled.

I heard her go into the kitchen.

"Do you want a wine?" I heard her call, as I guessed she poured herself one.

After checking downstairs, Fiona made her way up the stairs.

"Adam, are you here?" she called again.

With no response, she checked the bathroom first, then her bedroom.

"How odd," she exclaimed.

Then the door to the room I was in opened. I was busted. How do I explain this one. I couldn't even talk. Will an 'interrupted burglar' story carry any weight? A prank by a friend who popped by? Yes. Yes. I'll try that.

"What the fuck?"

I'd never heard Fiona swear before.

I tried to mumble an explanation through my gag.

"What on earth is going on? And what are you wearing," Fiona practically demanded.

I mumbled again, releasing more drool.

Fiona put her wine glass down, on top of the drawers, and rested against them, using her hands firmly support.

I mumbled again, hoping I could get an explanation out.

"What are you wearing? Fiona demanded.

I mumbled again. She came over to me, then went behind me. She pulled the dressing gown down from my shoulders, so it hung behind me, held in place by my handcuffs. Fiona took the belt from the dressing gown and wrapped it around my ankles and the pole, securing me there.

"I just want to be sure there's no funny business, when I remove your gag," she explained.

After Fiona checked it was tied tight, she turned the sound down on my iPad, and then removed my gag.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, Fiona," I gasped.

Fiona let me get my breath, but not for long.

"I'm waiting," she told me.

"It's like this. A friend of mine dropped round for a drink, and I rather stupidly showed him around. He found your handcuffs and one thing led to another, and he left me like this. I mean, you can't trust anyone." I concocted.

Fiona sat on the chair.

"I see. So what is this?" she asked.

Picking up the remote, she turned the TV screen on.

The screen showed Fiona's bedroom. After a few moments, I appeared in shot, ransacking her drawers. Inspecting all her 'hardware'. Thank God I resisted to impulse to sniff any of her underwear.

"Ah, I see," I said in resignation.

Fiona turned the screen back off. She walked behind me.

"Do my zip, please," Fiona asked.

She kneeled down behind me and offered the zip to my cuffed hands. As I held it, she slowly rose up, the zipper moving down her dress.

"Thank you," she said.

Fiona walked back to her chair. She turned it around, so the back faced me. Finishing off opening her zipper, she let her dress fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she picked up her wine and sat astride the seat. Her forearms resting on the top of the chair back.

What a sight she was. It was definitely a full Bunny Herdette set. They are not cheap.

From the ground up, she was wearing black leather shoes, with a three inch heel. Black stockings, a suspender belt, balcony bra, a cutaway thong and a plain necklace.

Her full breasts straining the tight fitting bra to its limits.

Fiona rose from the chair, walked over to me, and stared right into my face.

"You've been a naughty boy," she stated.

I'd lost track of the video timeline by now. I was fully focussed on Fiona's pussy.

"Make me cum, make me cum. I want all that dick in me," she begged.

I started giving her a full stroke of the dildo. My mouth working overtime.

I felt her whole body tense up, as she reached her climax.

"Gawdddd," she screamed.

I was rock hard again, by now. I flipped her over, whilst she was still in the throes of her orgasm. I picked her up and stood her, legs spread, against the dance pole, in the centre of the room. I picked up the discarded handcuffs, and cuffed her hands to the pole.

Fiona was going to take it in the ass again.

I edged us around a bit, so we could both see the screen. By now the woman had the fucking machine dildo back in her mouth and her stepson's cock in her ass.

"Fuck her," urged Fiona, to the on-screen character.

"Fuck her hard.."

The woman in the video was pushing back against her step-son, forcing him deeper.

"Fuck her," Fiona said again, gripping tightly on the pole.

"Fuck her." Fiona shouted.

"Fuck her." Fiona continued.

"Fuck me." Fiona shouted, changing her narrative.

"Fuck ME hard."

I grabbed her hair and pulled it into a knot in my hand.

Slapping her ass, I yelled "take it you anal slut. Take it all."

"Oh, yes Sir. Yes Sir. Give it all to me," Fiona demanded.

I couldn't hold on any longer. For the second time that night, I emptied my load into Fiona's ass. An orgasm fired through her body, as she came, squirting onto my legs.

"I AM your anal slut," she loudly declared.

Our symbiotic thrusting slowed. We were both spent. I released Fiona from her handcuffs and we both had to sit down, to catch our breaths. We sat facing each other and like two marathon runners, who had just crossed the line together, we smiled at each other.

Waiting five minutes, I turned off my iPad and the screen. We both then headed into the shower. Once there, we hugged and supported each other, as the warm water cascaded down.

Once dried off, Fiona handed me my cage.

"I don't want you to get and funny ideas during the night," she said.

I clipped it to the ring.

Fiona got in her knees and used the key to lock it in place.

"I do like the look of that," she admired, "seven inches you say? It's the most I've ever taken. I think I may take it again sometime.

Hand in hand, we headed for her bedroom.

After getting into bed with Fiona, I checked my debts were paid.

"Have I redeemed myself, Mistress?" I asked.

"Oh no, there's still more punishment to come, Adam. Once my alter-ego room is finished, you'll be tied to that pole again." she revealed.

"I can't wait, I replied.

As we snuggled up to got sleep, I remembered that Fiona was supposed to have gone on a date.

"I think the guy you were supposed to meet missed out big time. What was his name?" I asked.

"It was Adam," Fiona replied, "and no, he didn't..."

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Saturday morning arrived.

I wasn't sure what today would bring.

It was only 8 o'clock, but Fiona was already up.

I could smell coffee. I sat up, put my arms behind my head and thought, "I could get used to this".

My peace was soon disturbed. Fiona came running in. She only has a silk dressing gown on, and like mine the previous evening, it was wide open showing everything.

"Quick, get out of bed. My daughter is here. "

I jumped up. I was naked, except for my cage.

Fiona took a bit too long a look, considering the position we were in.

Here take this," she said. Handing me my coffee.

She herded me towards a large walk-in wardrobe.

"Clothes, clothes, clothes? Where are your clothes?" she asked.

"It's okay, they're in the other room," I told her.

Shoving me in the wardrobe, she closed the door behind me.

I peered through the grill part of the door.

Fiona was tying her dressing gown closed and straightening her hair. She tried to look unflustered and went downstairs.

I couldn't hear everything that was being said, just snippets.

"Hi mom."

"Oh, hi Jennifer. It's so lovely to see you."

"I do worry about you here on your own."

"I manage, don't you worry yourself."

I couldn't hear much more. Then I heard both of them coming up the stairs.

"Yeah, you know. That red dress, I only want to borrow it for one night." Jennifer must have said.

I scanned the wardrobe. I was stood directly in front of a red party dress. This was getting comical. I went to the other side of the wardrobe. There were some thigh length boots there. I pulled them on and then melted into a rack of coats, my legs obscured by the boots.

Seconds later the wardrobe door opened. Fiona was panicking. Still talking, Jennifer stepped in. Obviously, she was a similar size to Fiona, but a blonde. She unhooked the hanger of the dress, left the wardrobe and closed the door.