Name: Mama Chancelon: MILF Bondage Model
Fandom: Original Characters
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Original Male Character and Original Female Character
Bondage Level: Light-Medium
Equipment Used: Handcuffs,Rope, Ball gag, ankle cuffs
Extra Actions: Groping
Sex Type: None
Sex Position: None

The scene takes place in a simple house with white walls and a blue door. Seemed like your average house. No suspicions whatsoever. The sole occupant was a handsome 40-year-old man with salt and pepper hair and blue eyes like a hawk. He was fairly handsome with sharp features along with his clothing being a white button-up shirt with red tie, black blazer and slacks along with brown dress shoes. He seemed like an average homeowner. When he stepped inside, what the house contained was anything but average. Inside was your typical things but one room was vastly different:

Walls coloured red like blood, a mahogany floor with a white rug and a black leather couch. But on the walls and selves were various amounts of ropes, cuffs, whips, gags, dildos. Hanging from the ceiling were dangling shackles and there as also a strange bench, a St. Andrew's Cross and a wooden horse.

The man in question was a well-known male dom named Pascal Servantes and he was well known by all of the single women for being someone who could dominate them when they were craving some action as well as being well known on the internet for his videos of presenting the women that came. Right now, he was waiting for someone who was willing to become his latest sub for an exchange on the profits he made.

"Now then...rope is ready, cuffs and gags are polished to a shine, ID necklace ready. Now then time for the hard part: waiting for my latest sub." He muttered to himself as he held a picture of a beautiful woman in her 40s.

"This video will be such fun." He said, licking his lips.

Speaking of the woman in question, she was walking down the street, checking her phone and ignoring the stares from all the boys and men.

The woman in question was a beautiful 40-year-old with aquamarine hair in a knot, green eyes and pale skin with a mole near her chin. Her eyes still showed her relaxed youth and her body definitely didn't show signs of being reduced. It was lithe and athletic, with curves meshing in the right places, a flat stomach without any traces of fat and a large pair of E-cup sized breasts on her chest. But what really stood out were her hips: wide and motherly, indicating she had children meaning she was a flaming MILF. Right now, the woman in question was wearing a white blouse, with the buttons undone which showed her lovely cleavage as her breasts bounced from the confines of the material to a black miniskirt that clung to her ass, filling it out along with it showing her toned legs and a pair of black high heels which clicked on the sidewalk. Her large ass was also swinging with each step.

Her name was Emie Chancelon and right now, she was on her way to a modelling gig of the risque kind. The reason for this is despite having two beautiful daughters and getting a cushy job as a yoga instructor at the local gym...she felt antsy, like she needed to blow off some steam as she had hit a dry spell. She didn't want to go around and grab the attention of some random one-night fling. She wanted to be dominated, tied up, have her body fondled and messed with and also be spanked till her ass was redder than a ripe tomato.

Luckily one of her students told her about Pascal...

Flashback

"Pascal Servantes?" She said as she was putting her stuff away and one of her students approached her.

"Yeah. He's a well-known dom. Perfect for those that want a little excitement in their lives. He knows the ways of BDSM, especially the bondage part. You just pay him and he'll tie you up and dominate you till you feel fulfilled. I went their and honestly...' she stopped to sigh in relief.

'...I never felt more relaxed in my life." She said as she handed her a card with his number on it. Emie looked at it in curiosity. She was feeling rather...antsy lately and maybe she needed to let lose. Plus, it will help burn her sexual frustrations and need to be dominated.

When she called the number, he agreed and arranged an appointment with him for a one-on-one BDSM session with him. Today was the day and she finally found the address she was supposed to meet him at.

"OK, so this is the house." She muttered in a gentle tone. She apporached the door as she rang the bell. Waiting for a while, she heard the door open. She blushed at the sight of Pascal: Those piecing blue eyes. That well-toned body. PLus that suit made him look like a professional.

She gulped as he glared at her, like her was analysing every single detail about her or gazing into her very soul.

"So...you're Emie Chancelon?" He asked with his deep voice causing her to feel weak at the knees.

"Um..ye-yes. I was told you could...' she gulped as her faced flamed up more. '...dominate me?" She whispered out.

Pascal was silent for a as he raised a brow, before moving out of the way to allow her to come in.

In the hallway, they began to have a discussion.

"Anyways, now that you're here, how do you want to do this?" He said as Emie placed her bag down. She already knew what she wanted.

"Nothing to fancy right now. I just want to be tied up, groped and spanked." She said

"I can do that. That IS rather tame compared to other requests. But just so you know, I will need to get some details about you and a physical examination as I do with any new subs."

Emie nodded her head, granting permission for that.

"Also, for the examination, I will need you to be handcuffed while doing so." He added and Emie allowed it, even though cuffs for her were too tame.

"Finally, I will take photos and record them. Nothing personal. Just for business. I like to keep records of all my subs."

"OK" Emie allowed.

Pascal smiled. "Good. Now turn around and place your hands behind your head." He ordered.

Emie gulped and did just that, locking her fingers behind her head then turning around, her back facing Pascal. She let out a moan when he felt his rough hands run along the sides of her motherly body.

"Hmmmm...nice and toned. Her hips are very wide and motherly. Clearly a MILF..." Soon his hand went to her chest and he squeezed, causing her to moan louder from the sudden grope.

"Oh my...these are huge. Clearly an E-cup. Very nice..." He said as he licked his lips. Such a shame he couldn't do any more. Oh well, maybe next time.

"OK, lower your arms but keep them slightly behind you." Pascal ordered as he grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Emie did just that and slightly shivered by the cold steel wrapping around her wrists as she heard the cuffs locking into position. As she looked over her shoulder to eye her cuffed wrists, she felt some warmth build up from within her loins.

"Perfect. Now come on. I need to get a photo of you before we can truly start." Pascal said as he grabbed her arm and led her to where the room was, the sound of cuffs clinking with each step.

When they got to the room, Emie immediately noticed the various BDSM equipment he had, as well as the measuring chart plus camera.

"Now stand in front of the lens." Pascal ordered as Emie went to face the camera lens. Pascla primed the camera and clicked the button taking a few photos.

"Now turn your head to the left." He said as Emie did just that as the camera went off. Soon, Pascal went to put some details into his computer and printed out an ID, slipping it into the case with a red cord. On the card, it read:

Name: Emie Chancelon
Age: 40
Height: 5ft 12inch
Cup Size: E
Dom: Pascal Servantes

"OK, I have the ID ready. So lower your head so I can put it around your neck." Pascal said as he approached the cuffed MILF, ID in hand. Emie nodded and lowered her head slightly as he placed it around her neck, slipping the cord under the collar and the badge hanging from her large chest.

"Good. Now to get started." Pascal said as he grabbed a length of black rope, a red ball gag and a pair of ankle cuffs.

"So are we going to get started?" he asked as Emie nodded, eager to be groped

"Good. Let's head to a different room. I prefer to do this to give a cinematic feel." Pascal said as he turned on the camera, setting it to record. He grabbed the other items and went out to a different room, with Emie following him.

When they got to the next room, Emie saw another recording camera. Realising that this was part of the process, she gulped and mentally prepared herself for her bondage. Soon Pascal faced the camera.

"Greetings fellow bondage lovers. I am Pascal Servantes and now I have a new sub to tie up and present for all your viewing pleasure. As you know, I begin with showing the process, then the catwalk then finally, the presentation. Here is the sub in question."

He then revealed the cuffed form of Emie, who's cheeks were red and her hands were cuffed behind her back.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" He said.

After a second of silence, Emie spoke:

"Hello. I am Emie Chancelon. I am 40 years old and work as a yoga instructor. I am also a single mother to two beautiful daughters. My cup sized is an E and I want to be dominated and am a fan of roleplay."

Pascal went back as he began to unwind the rope, speaking as he did.

"That was a lovely introduction. Now then. This sub wants to be tied up, groped and spanked so I will oblige. Usually, my subs ask for something a lot more...risque but the sub wants what she wants. Now to tie this lovely MILF in rope before we move onto the walk."

He then told Emie to turn around, giving him access to her arms. Grabbing them, he began to wrap the rope around her cuffed arms, placing them in a horizontal fashion and securing them in place. He then brought it over her shoulders then wrapped it around her arms, akin to that of a vine. As soon as there were three coils on each upper arm, he then pulled the reins in opposite directions, bringing them slightly closer together. He then wrapped the rope below and above her bust, knotting it behind her back along with the fact her bust was bigger. Going down, he then placed the ankle cuffs, limiting her movements. Finally, he grabbed the red ball gag and placed them in front of her lips.

"Say 'Ahh'" he said in a smooth tone, causing her to blush and open her mouth, allowing access for the rubber ball to enter her lips. He then buckled the gag behind her head away from her hair.

"Comfortable" He asked as the MILF let out a grunt in confirmation.

"When I give the signal, walk down the hallway with a sway in your step." He said as he stepped out into the hallway., leaving Emie to test out her new bonds.

'Nice and tight. I am going to enjoy this.' she thought to herself as she struggled from within the rope.

Outside, Pascal had turned on the camera, ready to get the video started.

"And now bondage fans, it is time to meet the star of the show: Emi Chancelon!"

With that said, Emie stepped out of the room, the sound of chains hitting the floor as Emie walked out of the room. She began to walk with a sway in her step, her large hips swinging and her bust bouncing as she walked. When she got closer to the camera, you could see the flushed look on her face as the gag was slightly covered in drool.

When she got closer to the camera, Pascal went to her side, presenting her to the camera like a show model.

"As you can see, today's model is dressed in a white silk blouse with a few buttons undone, showing the lovely cleavage as well as the curvy body, this article is currently clingling to" he said as he ran his hands over her sides, causing her to blush as she was then turned around.

"Here is a lovely black miniskirt. Extremely tight around the ass and is made to show off the toned legs and hips which come from the years of yoga, toning them to be like tree trunks." He compliments, sliding a hand over them, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Mmmph..." She whined from behind her gag.

"Now that you have a good look, we will now move onto the final stage where I play with her body for a bit. A bit tame compared to the last, but I always go through my subs requests." Pascal said as he grabbed the braid and lead her to the living room, ready for the final part.

When they got in, the camera had already began to record.

"Now then. Will you give everyone a 180, so we can see the rear?" He asked gently. Emie grunted in confirmation as she turned around and stuck out her butt, shaking it. Pascal placed his hand on it and began to rub it.

As Emie started to moan from the touch, Pascla decided to up the ante.

*SMACK!*

She let out a muffled gasp from the sudden smack on her bottom

"Oh, you like that? Naughty girl." Pascal lightly scolded and soon began to lightly spank her on each cheek, five times, causing the greened haired mother to moan and blush like a tomato. She was then turned around with Pascal standing right behind her.

"Now for the finale. Get a look at these hooters." he said and with one reach around, the two golbs of flesh were in his hands.

Emie moaned out loudly and in ecstasy as her breasts were manhandled by Pascal, the rough hands squeezing and moving the breasts in his hands. One hand then began to move south to her thighs as he began to smack it gently. He used his left hand to alternate between each breast, running his thumb over the nipple from outside the blouse.

"Oh? You like that? Who would've guess this woman would really be a little pervert? You really are a pervert aren't you? A little pervert that loves being tied up." Pascal said. Emie had her eyes closed, lost in bliss but these were her thoughts.

"Ohhhh...I am really feeling relaxed. Those rough hands against my soft boobs...I really am a pervert. I think I understand what she meant. Oh, please don't stop."

Her eyes were closed as drool covered her gag as she was being manhandled, the camera still recording.

After the recording

With the video now ended, Pascal had undid the ropes and cuffs as well as take back the ID, keeping it when she wanted another session.

"Now then, how did you like that session?" He asked as Emie was now outside the building.

"I'm starting to see why many women felt relaxed now. You are amazing!" She said in a joyful and relaxed tone

"So, you'll be willing to arrange another session?"

"If I'm in the mood."

"Good. Here's my card.' Pascal then handed a card with a phone number on it. 'Call me whenever you feel like going through another session. Maybe we can up the ante."

"I'll let you know. Goodbye, Mr. Servantes." And with that, Emie walked off home, swaying her hips as she did so.

"Mmmm...what a lovely woman. How is she single, I'll never know." Pascal said to himself as he walked back inside.

He had a video to check.

Epilogue.

Emie was at home, bored out of her mind. Her daughters were out, there was nothing good on and all chores were done, despite the fact that it included the laundry. God, she wasn't a fan of laundry.

"What to do? What to do?" She pondered to herself, before noticing the card on the phone table. She smiled as an idea came to mind.

She reached the phone and dialled the number.

Hello? Pascal Servantes

"Hello Pascal. It's Emie. Can we arrange another bondage session?"