Miriam had a little tradition, whenever her daughter headed off back to college. It had started that first August when Laura had left her alone in their big house when she went off to be a freshman at an out of town institution. Feeling a little lonely, Miriam had headed out to a local bar. That night she had happened to run into a friend of Laura’s who she vaguely recognized. A bit more tipsy than usual, Miriam hadn’t batted away the at first half-joking suggestions from the young man. She had positively encouraged them.

Miriam had been hunting, she just hadn’t realized it at the time.

It hadn’t taken much effort to lure the young man back to her home, something for which Miriam was quite gratified over. According to him, there was a small little circle who had Miriam’s MILF status firmly fixed in their minds. She had cooed and made eyes at him, and asked rather shyly if she could just maybe try out a bit of bondage with him. Adding in a few nervous giggles, and the boy fell all over himself in breathlessly agreeing to try out her games.

It was only much later, after the first round of lovemaking when she had collared and hooded him and left him bound in a stringent spreadeagle tie to her bed, that second thoughts may have entered his mind. There was some uncertain whining when she caged his member, trailing the key to his new chastity device over his chest. Certainly he had started to make some muffled objections when she began to tease his ass. Sliding the first of what she knew were going to be many plugs into his rear.

Second thoughts probably abounded when she told him that he was going to be her boytoy for the next little while. How she was going to spend the next week interrogating him of all his passwords, his social media, his everything. As her boytoy she would provide a home for him, he would provide her with pleasure, and he didn’t have to think of anything else at all. No cares, only pleasure. No worries, only submission.

That first night lit a fire in Miriam. Her boytoy was stripped of everything, and molded into his new role. His clothes were gone. Miriam kept him naked and ready for her use. His name was gone. He was Pet, or Toy, or Slave. He was her first, but by no means her last.

Miriam kept him closely held in her home, transforming its entire basement into a dungeon for her use only. That was where she kept her Toy, locked securely in a cage when she wans’t using him. More often now, because Miriam went out hunting. Racking up more boys, and eventually a sweet young woman, who the more experienced Miriam enticed back home, bedded, and enslaved. Even those who proved strong of will and resistant to her seductive efforts could usually be brought to heel with the aid of a digital camera. Wonderful tools for ensuring compliance, and such excellent instruments for convincing them that being the slave and pleasure toy of an older woman was the perfect calling for their minds and bodies.

When her daughter visited, Miriam of course left this life behind her. For a few days, sometimes a week or two. But her daughter would eventually depart back to college, and Miriam could at last play with her Toy, with the young woman who was her Slut, and with the other more temporary members of her growing little club.

That’s what everyone became who met Miriam at the bars she frequented. Part of her Hunting Club. After that first wonderful, terrifying encounter with her, they were marked with her cage, or chastity belt. Locked on, secure beyond their reach by Miriam holding both key and pictures, her playmates became her prey. Hunted each night, they had to offer her a good chase through clever conversation, playing hard to get, and by ardent lovemaking to obtain release. At least, while they were bound to her bed. Miriam was far too in love with her little club to ever really let any members go. They were her pets now. Her playthings to use as she pleased…