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The Many Fetishes of Gwen	By : Flashlight Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 12276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You may know me for my kinks, but I wasn't always the goth girl with a taste for fetishes. Like many others, there is a way that I may have acquired my kinks. Of course one could argue that kinks are a natural thing, but the possibility of fetishes being triggered or strengthened by a person's environment may make the natural instance of fetishism debatable. Debates aside, I wish to tell you how I got my many kinks.
The first fetish I got into was bondage fetishism. The earliest days of my interest in bondage was the time I had a taste for erotic art. I initially got into BDSM as a form of art. I explored some fetish photography when I was 15. Sure, 16 is the age of consent in Canada, but what's stopping me from looking at the sweet sight of erotica? Truth be told, I thought my mom was gonna stop me from looking at the beauty of erotic art. A few days after my 16^th birthday, I was looking through a collection of fetish photos, but the collection came with a surprise. Halfway through the collection, I came across a naked picture of my own mother. If I recall correctly, my mom was kneeling on a wooden floor surrounded by a black background. My mom was bound in a black armbinder and gagged with a black ball gag. She was even looking at me with a pair of seductive eyes as if she's begging me to cuddle with her.
I slammed my eyes shut and put my arms in from of me, as if I'm trying to push the picture of my mom away from myself. “Okay, it is fake. It is fake. It is fake. It is fake.” I kept trying to tell myself that the picture was a cheap Photoshop edit, but then, my mom entered my room. I covered the computer screen with my arms out of fear that my mom may not like what I'm looking at.
“Um... What are you looking at, Gwen?”
I blushed and moved away from my computer. I may have known many people who were embarrassed by their parents, but honestly, looking at sexual photography and artworks was the last thing you parents want to do... unless if said parent, in this case my mother, is interested in the same stuff you are.
“Oh, what's this?” My mom looked at the picture of herself.
“Mom... Please tell me that this picture is fake.”
“Oh, you mean this picture?” My mom reached into the pocket of her rose-pink shirt and pulled out the same photo I had on the computer screen. I was surprised that my mom would show me that she's a fetish model, or at least used to be a fetish model. It's kind of strange, too, since my mom is a bit over seven feet tall.
“Uh... Mom? I think I'm into bondage...”
“Same here, Gwen.” Soon, my mom came up with a proposition I won't forget. “You know, I should show you the ropes. What do you think?”
I blushed... I never thought my own mother would want to engage in such intimate activity with her. “Uh... I think I could go for a round.”
“Good... Follow me.” My mom led me to a room I thought I would never see; a sex dungeon.
“Whoa...” I never thought you had a sex dungeon.
“I wanted to show you this place on your birthday, but you were a bit shy about your kinks.” My mom put a posture collar with a D-ring on my neck. I remember seeing posture collars on the internet, and frankly, having one on my neck meant that I'm my mom's sex slave. “Well, now that you're my slave on your first BDSM session, I would like you to strip to your birthday suit.
“If you say so.” I took off every article of clothing on my body, going from my shirt and skirt to my bra and panties.
“Thank you... Now, allow me to bind you in this.” My mom pulled an armbinder out of a trunk and approached me with it. She put my arms behind my back and slid the armbinder up my arms. She tied the laces, forcing my arms into a tight embrace. I tried to move my arms and hands, but I could only wiggle my arms, plus my hands were rendered useless when coated with the armbinder's black leather.
“Oh my... I think I'm beginning to love this...” I struggled with pleasure, shaking my DD-cup breasts where my mom could see them.
“Nice... You know, bondage is the fetish I enjoy the most.”
“Wow... That's interesting.” I let my mom gag me with a gorgeous black ball gag. I couldn't help but moan through the gag with great pleasure. Although doing this with my mom felt weird, I knew I was going to have a good time.
Once my mom got naked, our first “playdate” began. My mom was too tall for me to do a 69 with me, so we engaged in some tribadism. My mom rubbed her pussy against mine, much to our excitement. Our moans filled the dungeon until the moment we came. Luckily for us, my brother was at a friend's house, so our ecstatic moans and shouts were unheard.
As soon as my mom got up, she picked me up and took me to a nearby bench. My mom sat down and bent me over her knee. I knew what to expect from this position. My mom picked up a paddle and raised it, ready to give me a good spanking. “You ready, Gwen?”
“Mhmm.” I nodded eagerly. It was the first time I got punished in a BDSM session. I shouted through my gag as my mom hit my ass with the paddle. I was a helpless girl in my mother's dominative clutches; heck, I felt it was safe to assume that my mom was a switch. After twenty whacks, my mom put the paddle away. My mom removed my gag, only to have me do something else.
“Lick my pussy, slave.”
“Yes, mistress...” I got off my mom's knee. Once I got in front of my mom, I leaned over, ready to lick my mom's delicious cunt. My mom's pussy felt soft, so licking it felt like licking an ice cream cone. My mom's moans told me that she loves it when I lick her pussy. Soon, I tasted my mom's cum for the first time. I never thought I would get off on my mom's hot body, but it happened. “Man... That tasted so good, mom...”
“Thank you, dear.” My mom gagged me once more. My mom put me on a leash and walked me to a cage. Once my mom opened the cage, she unhooked the leash from my collar. I waddled inside considering that I couldn't crawl with my arms tied behind my back. Normally, I would try to run away due to my claustrophobia, but my arousal and my submission let me enter the cage without cringing. It was large enough to fit my mom, which meant it was quite roomy for a pet cage. As soon as my mom locked me inside my cage, it was bedtime for the both of us.
“Good night, Gwen.”
“Gmmd nmmght, mum...”
With that over with, I slept in the cage for the first time. It wasn't really that comfy, but at least I got to lay my head on the pillow. The first BDSM session I ever had came to an end. Although BDSM is my main fetish, I wasn't just a sub. Soon, I would become my mom's mistress.
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