Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Kyle's POV
I waited to see if the coast was clear. I could hear the clacking of her heels as she walked around the downstairs hall. It was 8PM - she would be gone until 11PM. Her friends had invited her over to a dinner party that evening. Since both of my younger siblings were out of town I would be left in charge of the house.
Heather called up to tell me she was leaving.
"Okay, see you later!" I shouted.
I heard the bang as she shut the door. I now had the entire house to myself.
I am 19 years old, skinny and relatively tall. I have a younger brother and sister, both of whom are 16. Heather was my stepmother, although I barely knew her. I had never really seen her as much of a maternal figure, especially given how attractive she was. At 34 years old she still looked amazing, with gorgeous blond hair and a curvy body.
It was the weekend and I had nothing to do. The weather was cold and most of my friends had been busy with their studies. I was completely free.
I had a secret fetish that I was very ashamed of. I had it throughout my teenage years. I loved wearing women's lingerie. There was something about the slightly taboo feminine nature of it all that I found alluring. My stepmom masses of sexy outfits in her drawers. Whenever I was home alone, I would often sneak into her room and try something on. It was especially sexy knowing that I wasn't supposed to be doing this.
I had always been careful not to give away my secret. I covered my tracks - always making sure to keep everything in her room the same. One time I was particularly proud of myself when I had been wearing a lacy bra and panty set and she had come home. I had pulled my own clothes over the undergarments when she entered the house. She was clueless as to what was under my clothes. I then carefully returned them to her drawer while she was in the kitchen.
Today I had all the time in the world. I decided to get a takeaway for dinner - pizza while watching TV. I spent some time playing video games as well. After over an hour of anticipation I decided to venture upstairs.
I crept into the room. Everything looked perfect: the bed was made; the drawers were shut; the floor was clear. There was a faint unusual smell in the area. If figured it was some new sort of perfume she'd bought.
I cautiously opened her bottom drawer. This drawer was filled with an assortment of clothes; mostly exercising stuff. There were also a few night slips. I took one out, trembling with excitement. It was a rose-red satin nightie, just the right size for my body. There was white lacing on the bust.
I'd worn it before once, but only briefly - it was a new slip. I stripped off my clothes and slipped into it. The material felt amazing on my body. I spent a couple minutes looking at myself in the mirror, feeling it on me. While I gazed at my reflection I felt slightly drowsy. I couldn't quite tell why.
I decided to go back to my bedroom and lay down under the covers. I left my clothes lazily strewn about the floor of my bedroom. I was too tired to properly tidy up, so I just fell right into bed. The soft fabric brushed against my skin. I knew I shouldn't fall asleep like this - I might be caught. But for some reason I felt so tired and weak that I couldn't help my slumber. I tried to fight it - but sleep was too tempting. My eyes slowly fell shut.
Heather's POV
I made sure to leave the party early. I checked my watch as I climbed into the car. It was 10PM - perfect. The drug usually lasted for about 3 hours. It would take 20 minutes to get home. Hopefully, if everything had gone to plan, he would be fast asleep by now.
I drove back as quickly as I could. This was important. I needed to teach him a lesson for what he'd been doing. I knew Kyle had been wearing my underwear for a long time now. I cringed thinking of the time that he'd decided to wear my underwear under his own clothes. I had clearly seen the outline of my bra under his shirt. At the time, I'd pretended not to notice out of sympathy. But now I'd had enough.
I'd placed a particular gaseous scent within the room. The gas could cause unconsciousness for roughly 3 hours. If I arrived just before 11, whatever the case, Kyle would be asleep.
I wanted to really shock him. Another person in my position might've only confronted her son about the situation. However, Kyle was different. He wouldn't simply stop doing something with a few words; he was stubborn. I needed to really teach him a lesson.
I'd initially planned to simply catch him in the act of wearing my lingerie. However, this seemed a little difficult given that he would have time to conceal what he was wearing and think that he had deceived me. In addition, the shock and humiliation would be instant - I wanted to draw it out. I wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget.
I reached the house, driving slowly and quietly, though I knew he was in a deep slumber. I left the car and walked up to the house, entering as quietly as I could. Creeping up the stairs, my heels clacking on the floor, I anticipated the worst. Kyle's welcoming voice would tell me my plan had failed. Fortunately, I heard nothing.
The door was ajar, I could hear his light snores. Clothes were strewn about around the entrance to his bedroom. I crept in, switching on the light. I could see him lying under the covers. I quietly cursed him as I saw what he had chosen to wear. My new nightie: a beautiful satin rose-red slip. He was wearing one of my newest nighties. I wouldn't have been as angry if it had been an old one. But this was too far.
I checked the time: 10:25PM. I checked the sturdiness of the bed again. It was just as strong as before. A metal frame with bars at the foot with a beautiful headboard on the other side. It was very strong and did not shake easily. Good.
I walked back into my bedroom, picked up the various restraints that I'd been hiding and set to work. So far, everything had gone to plan. Kyle would be in for a very big surprise...
Kyle's POV
I woke up feeling dizzy. My eyes were not adjusted to the darkness. It had clearly been a while since I'd drifted off. I shifted slightly. I noticed that I'd spread my limbs out on the bed and had somehow kicked off the covers. I felt exposed with the nightgown against my bare skin.
My heart stopped. The nightie - she might already be home. I panicked and reached for my alarm clock. Only I couldn't.
My arms seemed to be fastened down by some sort of restraints. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the leather straps on my wrists. I gently pulled on them to test their strength - they were secure. I noticed my ankles were cuffed as well, spreading my legs on the bed. I struggled against them, finding that they were just as secure as the restraints on my arms. They looked as though they were connected to the bed posts, yet also linked underneath the mattress for extra security. I looked down at my helpless body, bound in my stepmom's nightie. My heart began to race.
My first thought was thieves. Perhaps someone had entered the house, found me asleep and tied me up. But if that were the case, why would they go to the trouble of getting expensive bed restraints. A simple handcuff or roll of duct-tape would have sufficed. My mind began racing through anyone who would have access to the house. Perhaps my younger siblings had returned home early and decided to pull a prank? If that were true, they would know about my fetish. My heart began to beat even faster.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps. High heels clacking on the landing. I immediately realized they were my mom's and went into a panic. I began shifting on the bed, desperately trying to escape my restraints. But the tight bonds refused to budge. Slowly, the door began to creak open.
I saw Heather enter the room. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that clung to her body. The dress reached down to just above her knees, accentuating every curve. She was wearing stockings underneath.
I closed my eyes, not daring to look at her. I could hear her walk up to the side of the bed. My face went scarlet, feeling the sinful satin against my body. The mattress shifted as I felt her sit beside me on the bed.
She tutted. "You should have known I would catch you at some point." I felt her hand feeling up and down my chest. I tried to twist away, refusing to look at her. "Always so cautious... of course you would have had no way of knowing that I'd hidden a gas capable of knocking you unconscious inside my room. Although I expected you might have noticed the bed restraints I'd hidden underneath your mattress."
