It was always an ongoing joke though the years.

You had heard it multiple times, some iteration from the mouths (and minds) of horny boys that would never even fathom saying anything or making a move, despite their customary remarks and statements like "dude, I see her eyeing me every time she is at a game!" and other similar acts of bluster. It was, as one can imagine, all talk.

Miss Monroe was a "total freak", "I'm telling you, she has people tied up in her basement!". Though, depending on when that sentence was uttered it may have been true.

Here's the plot twist: I was definitely a kinkster. Wealthy, widowed and with the kids off at college I definitely dabbled in the fine arts of bondage and forced orgasms.

You, however, did some digging on tinder and fetlife and found my profile. Nothing that showed my face, just hints of my lips, my curves, my thighs and cleavage and lingerie. If you knew what the house looked like, you could pick out hallway decorations and the view by the backyard. I suppose I could have been more private if I wanted, but then it wouldn't have lead to our relationship.

I was thick, chubby, a little heavy, but my hourglass figure and large bust and butt was always accentuated by the proper outfit, and despite this I always knew the boys (and girls) stared, even if I was only in jeans and a t-shirt.

You ran into me at the local coffee shop, your part time job for cash helped pay for weekend parties with your friends that didn't head out of town for university. I simply wanted to run errands and grabbed an americano.

You went for it, knowing what you know about me, and all but invited yourself over after we talked for a few minutes.

"I'll have to stop over soon and say hi, I always enjoyed hanging with the gang at your place...."

Your rye smile was a lure cast out, the twinkle in your eye, running your hands through your hair, the bob in the water. You weren't interested in catching me though.

You wanted to be hooked

I saw your headlights as you pulled up to the house, the basement was all set to go, and I greeted you warmly at the front door.

We exchanged pleasantries, discussed how classes were going and laughed about old memories when 'the gang' used to be over all the time, from sleepovers in elementary school to the high school graduation party I threw for my daughter.

There was a look shooting towards me as I crossed my legs on the couch, the conversation had tailed off, and it was obvious you needed to ask about the rumors, the tales of my dungeon locked behind doors in the basement...

"All true" My grin wide, "Come", I beckoned you forth with one word and a finger.

(Hello DPP, if you have read between the lines here I want to play an attractive MILF that fulfills all the stereotypes and rumors that were told about me!

Please include your name in the subject. I will be responding shortly, so please don't rush in your reply, take your time, I appreciate quality the most, not speed. Please respond IN SCENE and IN CHARACTER.

Kinks for the scene: bondage/bdsm, forced orgasms, lingerie, anal, chastity. Light hearted fun for this one, a welcome relief from my dark and depraved usuals!)