I wiped my tears away with a napkin. Tim had been hurting and I had not known. “Betty, you can not tell him I told you. He’s… It could break him. He already feels like a freak if he feels betrayed- ”
“Oh no, I would never. Ever tell him you told me… Well, you have confided in me so I will you. That picture that I found where he put my head on the picture was not just a picture. It was from an ad for the body suit. I found it online and ordered it, boots, mask, and gloves.” Amelia was smiling with her mouth hung open.
“So B3 is about to make an appearance at home I take it?”
“Yes, she is.”
“He will think I told you though.”
“No, I will tell him that he was acting strange. That I knew he had been in his father’s office, and I found the email to you. I will not tell him that I confronted you.”
“You should order some restraints. That is how you find out information from someone. Well, how B3 does.”
I paid for our lunch sitting in the car with the AC. Amelia helped me search on my phone till we found restraints and gloves. “God Betty, I feel so bad saying this… I wish I could be there with you. You know in character one night.”
“Who says you can’t one night? Maybe you need an outfit. Let me get Tim going with this then it will be our surprise one night.”
“Surely you are kidding me?” Amelia looked shocked.
“Were you about wanting to be there?”
“No.”
“If all goes right between us when B3 meets him for the first time I don’t see why the three of us can’t. You are beautiful and I wouldn’t mind you being there. What about y- “Amelia cut me off kissing me on the lips slipping her tongue in my mouth for an instant. “I take that as a yes.” We both laughed.
“Hell yes.”
Back at school, we made our pact to keep our secret, and soon hopefully I would be tasting her sweet pussy while getting pounded from behind.
Standing in Hank’s old office I waited in costume. I heard Tim come in calling that he was home. “Mom I’m home.”… Mom?… Mom?” I heard him moving through the house. Easing the door open I slipped into the hall as he looked in my room calling again. “Mom?”
I stood in the hallway legs apart. One hand on my hip, holding the cuffs up with the other hand, and waited till he turned. Tim went ghost white.
“You Timothy have been a very naughty boy!”
“Mom — ”
“Mom is not here today. Only me! You must be interrogated, Timothy.”
“M- “I shot him a look and the word died on his lips.
Pointing at my room. “Into my lair now!”
Tim slowly backed into my room as I moved toward him trying to put as much sway in my hips as I could. He was hard as a rock I could tell by the jeans. “Remove your shirt!” He stood still. “The more I have to repeat myself the more torture you will experience. Now remove your shirt!”
Tim slowly removed it and dropped it to the floor. “Now lay on the bed.” His mouth began to move I cut him off. “If you say mom one more time you will stay tied to that bed all weekend.”
Tim swallowed hard and eased onto the bed. “Get in the middle and lay down!” He did as directed. His eyes were wide when I pulled one of the restraints over the headboard and began on his right arm. He remained quiet and a look of shock as I moved to the other side and did the other arm. “Are those too tight?” He shook his head. “Answer me!”
“No.” He croaked a whisper.
“No what?”
“No Black Betty.”
“Now then that’s better.” I sat straddling his stomach. “Now Timothy you have the information that I need. While I know you will tell me eventually. They all do. I do hope you put up somewhat of a fight. I would relish the opportunity to torture you.” I laid the handcuffs on his bare chest noting the cold metal made his skin gooseflesh and his small nipples hard.