My mom has developed this wonderful habit of just letting herself in to my house.

I am in bed this morning and as Smudge flys off the bed and scratches me in the process due to the sound of the door opening I groan thinking "It had better be a fucking stranger so I can cuss him"

"Cooooeeeeee it's me Abi ...I'll put the kettle on shall I?"

Great. So I get dressed and stumble downstairs only to see my mom frozen to the spot staring at the coffee table.

Seems I left a bondage collar out.