Zungur
Governor
Margarita Wang had technically ran the family business since her husband began his campaign of wheeling and dealing overseas, an arrangement that she initially disagreed with. But his talents at magically funnelling other people's money into the company coffers had been a great boon to them, at the very least she had the absolute freedom to manage everything at home as she saw fit. But perhaps the even bigger miracle was how she started as a poor little girl from the mean streets and eventually became a minor business mogul in her own right.
However, this also created an undeniable level of strain on her relationship with her daughter Sherry.
Sherry was born just before their business hit big. By the time she reached school age, they were already very well off. It led to Margie, as she preferred to be called, bringing her little girl through a regimen of study and extracurricular activities meant to enrich her development in her early years. It worked well, thankfully, but it also meant Sherry did not have much of what most people would consider a ‘normal childhood’. She barely spent time with her classmates, or even other kids outside school. Eventually she figured out how to navigate through their cable channels and, not too long after, the internet. It was around that time when her cousin Anna started living with them, fresh off an incident that involved her own parents, and practically adopted by Margie's husband after learning she no longer had a place to go. Anna, in a way, became Sherry's big sister, but their seven-year age difference gave them some challenges along the way. Fortunately, Sherry's quiet, peculiar, yet empathetic personality mixed well with Anna's direct, headstrong, yet thoughtful demeanour. In the end they became very close.
However, this was not the kind of closeness anyone would have expected from them when Margie opened the door, finding the two young women, naked and bound in ropes, pleasuring each other.
"My God! Oh Lord! Sherry! Anna!"
They leapt in horror, realising who just saw them.
"I thought I'd come home early so I can take you two out for dinner, and THIS is what I see!? What is the meaning of this!?"
Silence from the two. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, still tied up.
"Anna. I don't think you're the type who would be into this." Margie looked at them, and noticed how their wrists were positioned.
"Sherry."
Sherry could barely look at her mother, though not quite out of fear of angering her further ... but rather how her mother appeared in front of her.
Margie just came home from a long day at the office, and had not yet changed to her house clothes. Still, she looked pretty sharp with her pristine clothes, tightly pulled hair, and polished four-inch stilettos. A holdover from her brief stint as a model and bit player on local television, before she gave birth to Sherry, she was a woman who consistently spend a considerable amount of effort to maintain her appearance. Her flawless skin, impeccable style and elegant poise had disarmed many people in the past and has somehow made Sherry into a fidgety mess.
"Sherry?"
Margie called again, this time in a less angry tone.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, dear."
"Y-yes, Ma'am. Uhm. Mom."
Margie raised an eyebrow. "What did you just called me?"
"M-m-mom?"
"That's... not what I heard. Anna, did you hear what she said?"
Anna, not wanting things to get stranger than how her afternoon has gone so far, tried to think of something to say to get her out of it, but was unable to do so.
"Anna."
"I. Uh. Aunt Margie. Uhm."
"We can do this all night long, girls."
Both of them refused to budge. It was at this very moment when Margie felt something in her mind, and for the first time in decades she felt a calmness that she thought was no longer there.
"Sherry, can you hear me?" She began again. Her daughter nodded.
"Good. Now untie your cousin."
Sherry felt compelled to obey and in less than a minute Anna was completely out of her bonds.
"Good job, dear. Anna, do the same thing to Sherry, please."
Anna, not as proficient with the ropes as Sherry, took longer. Eventually both of them were free. Margie took note of this, it seemed rather obvious which of them did what to whom at this point. She could have walked away at this point, but something ... made her go further.
"Good job, Anna. Now please tie her hands up to that pole right there."
"Aunt Margie?"
"I said, now PLEASE tie her to that pole."
Sherry was stunned to silence and Anna had to lead her cousin up before restraining her wrists over her head to the wooden pole as directed.
“Now Anna, put your hands together in front of you, and hold still."
"Aunt Margie!"
"You were always the strong one, but somehow you never tried to stop your cousin. Oh Anna, you were enjoying this too, weren't you?"
"B-but ... but ..."
"See? You HAVE put your hands together."
Anna looked down and, to her utmost surprise, found that she did do so as suggested. She breathed heavily, afraid of what she realised she had just done, subconsciously. Or perhaps it was a nervous tic, or a strange habit that her Aunt Margie simply took advantage of. Whichever it was, it was enough to stun her into submission, allowing Margie to tie her up in a similar fashion as Sherry.
"Now you girls stay there for a while, I will need to ... remember where I left some things."
Then Margie left the room, her heart pounding in exhilaration from what she had just seen and done in there. She hurriedly walked to her bedroom and began searching in her walk-in closet until she found a large metal box that looked like it had been untouched for many years. She brought it out and placed it on the bed before opening. The first thing she saw was an image of herself, clad in leather and bound in ropes, on the cover of a book. And then another, similarly restrained, but in more casual clothes. And one more, but this time also in a tropical island. She looked so young in these pictures, she noticed and a part of her wished she still had her old looks, although anyone else could not tell the difference anyway. Finally, she found an old leather flogger and a riding crop, among other paraphernalia. "Never thought I'd see you again," she muttered to herself with a wicked smile on her face.
However, this also created an undeniable level of strain on her relationship with her daughter Sherry.
Sherry was born just before their business hit big. By the time she reached school age, they were already very well off. It led to Margie, as she preferred to be called, bringing her little girl through a regimen of study and extracurricular activities meant to enrich her development in her early years. It worked well, thankfully, but it also meant Sherry did not have much of what most people would consider a ‘normal childhood’. She barely spent time with her classmates, or even other kids outside school. Eventually she figured out how to navigate through their cable channels and, not too long after, the internet. It was around that time when her cousin Anna started living with them, fresh off an incident that involved her own parents, and practically adopted by Margie's husband after learning she no longer had a place to go. Anna, in a way, became Sherry's big sister, but their seven-year age difference gave them some challenges along the way. Fortunately, Sherry's quiet, peculiar, yet empathetic personality mixed well with Anna's direct, headstrong, yet thoughtful demeanour. In the end they became very close.
However, this was not the kind of closeness anyone would have expected from them when Margie opened the door, finding the two young women, naked and bound in ropes, pleasuring each other.
"My God! Oh Lord! Sherry! Anna!"
They leapt in horror, realising who just saw them.
"I thought I'd come home early so I can take you two out for dinner, and THIS is what I see!? What is the meaning of this!?"
Silence from the two. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, still tied up.
"Anna. I don't think you're the type who would be into this." Margie looked at them, and noticed how their wrists were positioned.
"Sherry."
Sherry could barely look at her mother, though not quite out of fear of angering her further ... but rather how her mother appeared in front of her.
Margie just came home from a long day at the office, and had not yet changed to her house clothes. Still, she looked pretty sharp with her pristine clothes, tightly pulled hair, and polished four-inch stilettos. A holdover from her brief stint as a model and bit player on local television, before she gave birth to Sherry, she was a woman who consistently spend a considerable amount of effort to maintain her appearance. Her flawless skin, impeccable style and elegant poise had disarmed many people in the past and has somehow made Sherry into a fidgety mess.
"Sherry?"
Margie called again, this time in a less angry tone.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, dear."
"Y-yes, Ma'am. Uhm. Mom."
Margie raised an eyebrow. "What did you just called me?"
"M-m-mom?"
"That's... not what I heard. Anna, did you hear what she said?"
Anna, not wanting things to get stranger than how her afternoon has gone so far, tried to think of something to say to get her out of it, but was unable to do so.
"Anna."
"I. Uh. Aunt Margie. Uhm."
"We can do this all night long, girls."
Both of them refused to budge. It was at this very moment when Margie felt something in her mind, and for the first time in decades she felt a calmness that she thought was no longer there.
"Sherry, can you hear me?" She began again. Her daughter nodded.
"Good. Now untie your cousin."
Sherry felt compelled to obey and in less than a minute Anna was completely out of her bonds.
"Good job, dear. Anna, do the same thing to Sherry, please."
Anna, not as proficient with the ropes as Sherry, took longer. Eventually both of them were free. Margie took note of this, it seemed rather obvious which of them did what to whom at this point. She could have walked away at this point, but something ... made her go further.
"Good job, Anna. Now please tie her hands up to that pole right there."
"Aunt Margie?"
"I said, now PLEASE tie her to that pole."
Sherry was stunned to silence and Anna had to lead her cousin up before restraining her wrists over her head to the wooden pole as directed.
“Now Anna, put your hands together in front of you, and hold still."
"Aunt Margie!"
"You were always the strong one, but somehow you never tried to stop your cousin. Oh Anna, you were enjoying this too, weren't you?"
"B-but ... but ..."
"See? You HAVE put your hands together."
Anna looked down and, to her utmost surprise, found that she did do so as suggested. She breathed heavily, afraid of what she realised she had just done, subconsciously. Or perhaps it was a nervous tic, or a strange habit that her Aunt Margie simply took advantage of. Whichever it was, it was enough to stun her into submission, allowing Margie to tie her up in a similar fashion as Sherry.
"Now you girls stay there for a while, I will need to ... remember where I left some things."
Then Margie left the room, her heart pounding in exhilaration from what she had just seen and done in there. She hurriedly walked to her bedroom and began searching in her walk-in closet until she found a large metal box that looked like it had been untouched for many years. She brought it out and placed it on the bed before opening. The first thing she saw was an image of herself, clad in leather and bound in ropes, on the cover of a book. And then another, similarly restrained, but in more casual clothes. And one more, but this time also in a tropical island. She looked so young in these pictures, she noticed and a part of her wished she still had her old looks, although anyone else could not tell the difference anyway. Finally, she found an old leather flogger and a riding crop, among other paraphernalia. "Never thought I'd see you again," she muttered to herself with a wicked smile on her face.
