:Submission Fantasy:
You wake up from a deep sleep to find that you are in some sort of device. You're in a room with metal loops bolted into the ceiling joists. You are suspended from these in what seems to be an oversized baby bouncer. You're naked and strapped into a body harness that is held to the ceiling by elasticated chords. Your feet reach the carpet only on tiptoes, giving you little purchase to go anywhere. Your wrists are bound by cuffs, attached to the chords above your head. You try to gain your balance, and can move a little in any direction until your feet no longer touch the floor, leaving you bouncing gently up and down. You try to pull your arms down but only succeed in lifting yourself off the floor. You are truly strapped in to place, an overgrown helpless baby.
The woman is in the room in a comfortable armchair, reading a magazine. She's wearing a light blue satin nightie, sheer stockings up to her thighs and big pink fluffy slippers. The nightie is hemmed with a delicate lace and ends at a height that is just only long enough to avoid being indecent, and if she bent over you think you would get a great view. The top of the nightie is V-cut, showing off her ample bosom. A healthy amount of cleavage is on display. The woman is not young, but her skin is great and she is definitely hot. Your struggles attract her attention. She puts down a cup of tea, lowers the magazine and looks up. "Awake now? You were so sleepy, my poor baby!"
"What's going on?" you ask.
"Shhh, it's all okay. Mummy will look after you. It'll be just fine. Now, time for a little play, or is it time for your training?"
The woman is in the room in a comfortable armchair, reading a magazine. She's wearing a light blue satin nightie, sheer stockings up to her thighs and big pink fluffy slippers. The nightie is hemmed with a delicate lace and ends at a height that is just only long enough to avoid being indecent, and if she bent over you think you would get a great view. The top of the nightie is V-cut, showing off her ample bosom. A healthy amount of cleavage is on display. The woman is not young, but her skin is great and she is definitely hot. Your struggles attract her attention. She puts down a cup of tea, lowers the magazine and looks up. "Awake now? You were so sleepy, my poor baby!"
"What's going on?" you ask.
"Shhh, it's all okay. Mummy will look after you. It'll be just fine. Now, time for a little play, or is it time for your training?"