The arrangement I had made with my son was working out great. Tom came to see me every morning before work. Sometimes he only had time for a quickie and then there were the days where he had a ten o'clock meeting. I loved those mornings. He would arrive at about 8 am and we would have almost two wonderful hours together. Whenever possible Tom would plan his ten o'clock meetings for a Monday morning as I had told him not to come and visit me on the weekends. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him everyday but I was conscious of making sure that Tom didn't neglect Jen.
I loved Tom so very much, more as a lover now than a mother. But I was still his mum and the mother in me wanted my son to have a good marriage and a happy full life. It would be so easy for me to be selfish and demand Tom come and see me every day. I felt he was so hooked now that I could have probably insisted he visited me twice a day, on the way home from work as well, and he would have willingly agreed.
Actually I was noticing that Tom was showing a tendency to be rather willing and I was very curious to investigate just how willing and agreeable my son could be. He definitely loved it when I spanked him a little bit during our foreplay sometimes and so far I had been holding back, just smacking him playfully.
I had decided over the weekend that the next time Tom had a late Monday meeting that I would find out just how submissive he could be. I was also keen to re-discover my dominant streak that had been rather dormant for many years. In my past I had dated a submissive man for a short while and I still had some clothes and toys from that time when I had been his Mistress. I knew soon enough I'd be getting to big to fit into the leather outfit, so it was kind of now or never to test out my son to see if he would enjoy role playing my sex slave now and then for a bit fun and variety. I was very curious to see what other fetishes my son might have hidden deep down inside that he perhaps he thought he might never get to experience.
I knew Jen wasn't the experimental type from what Tom had told me and I wanted my son to try new things with me. It pleased me so much that I was able to let my son discover the joy of anal sex when his wife had refused him this pleasure and I was sure there would be other things he wanted to try that he wouldn't even ask Jen to do for either fear of rejection or perhaps even embarrassment.
I needed to let my son know that he could try anything sexual with me. We are consenting adults and I wanted Tom to feel comfortable to do anything or ask me to try anything and know I would never refuse him or be offended by his suggestions.
Today was Monday and Tom had told me last Friday that he was starting at 10 am this morning, so I knew I was going to have almost two hours to discover if my suspicion that my son was quite the submissive was right. I set my alarm and got up earlier than usual. I put on my leather outfit that I had stored away for some years. It was a short black leather mini skirt with fine chain attached to the waist of the skirt joined up to a leather collar with metal spikes. I completed the outfit with black fishnet stockings attached to a black lace garter belt. The skirt was so short that the garter belt showed. I wore no bra so that my breasts were easily seen through the chains and I loved the feeling of the metal on my bare skin, especially when the chains scraped across my nipples. I had forgotten how good it felt. The skirt was a little tighter than I had remembered it being, but I was still able to get into it. I thought about not wearing any panties but then I reconsidered and put on a very sheer sexy black g-string.
I looked in the mirror and my new persona and smiled at myself. I didn't look like a mummy anymore.
For the final touches I put on more makeup than I usually wear and put my hair up then put on my black heels that I never wear because they are hard to walk in and totally impractical. I had never gotten around to throwing them out.
There were other things I had kept all these years in storage in and old suitcase at the back of my wardrobe.
It was almost like re-discovering the past as I opened up the case and the memories of the games I had played in the past all came flooding back as I took stock of the contents. I took out the ropes and attached one end of them to the legs at the bottom of the bed with the other end resting at the foot of my bed waiting to be attached to my sons' ankles. I placed the handcuffs on the pillow waiting for my sons' wrists to be shackled in them. I put a dog collar and leash on the floor in the doorway of my bedroom so that would be the first thing Tom saw when he walked to my room on his arrival. I left the rest of my toys in the suitcase on the chair in my room, with the lid closed so that he wouldn't see what else I had in store for him until I was ready to show him.
I was taking a risk that Tom might see me and freak out but my instincts were telling me that not only was my son going to like seeing his mother dressed like this, but also he would soon be putty in my hands, a willing sex slave for two glorious hours of wicked pleasure.
I took one last long look at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked the part and as I stared at my barely recognizable reflection, I got my head into the right frame of mind too. It wasn't going to be enough just to look like a dominatrix; I had to act out the part too.
I stood by my bed with my legs apart and my hands on my hips as I waited for Tom. I was standing in line with the doorway so that he would see me almost at the same time as he would notice the leash and collar on the floor. I was thinking dominating thoughts and getting very excited in anticipation of the things I was about to do to and with my son. I felt myself getting a little wet at the prospect of having my son as my slave this morning. I was hoping he wouldn't be late, and he wasn't. I soon heard his key unlocking my front door.
"Good morning mum," Tom called out as walked in, locking the door behind him again.
I didn't reply at first, wanting him to see me before I answered.
Tom got to my bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at the collar and leash on the floor, a look of puzzlement crossed his face, but only briefly. The look was soon replaced with shock as he looked up and saw me standing there dressed like something he had only seen in a porno. A gasp escaped his lips as he stared in my direction.
"Mum is not here today boy," I said assertively, "You may address me as Mistress."
"I um....I...oh my God!....I...." Tom said stuttering.
"Well don't just stand there stammering boy! If you want to come in, you must take off your clothes and bring that to me," I demanded, pointing at the collar and leash sitting on the floor at my son's feet.
Tom was staring at me, eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to speak or move.
"I don't have all day boy! Do you want to come in or not? Yes or no?" I said, scolding him.
"I um...yes mum," Tom answered cautiously.
"Mistress!" I corrected him, stamping my foot on the floor for impact, causing Tom to jump a little bit at the unexpected sound.
"Oh sorry. Yes Mistress," Tom answered a little nervously as he started to undress.
His eyes never left me as he discarded his clothes onto the hallway floor. I kept my pose of hands on hips and my expression of being in control. I was actually nervous myself too but I wasn't about to let any of that show.
Tom was still standing staring at me, only now he was naked and it was now very obvious that seeing his mother dressed this way aroused him. My son's cock was fully hard and sticking up to salute me.
"Bring that to me boy!" I demanded, pointing at the leash and collar in front of Tom's feet.
Tom moved to bend down to pick them up from the floor in front of him.
"Don't use your hands!" I yelled at him, stamping my foot again.
Tom stopped and looked up at me with a puzzled expression as he was about to pick them up with his right hand.
"Get on your hands and knees boy! Pick up your collar and leash in your mouth and bring it to me like a good doggie," I instructed.
Tom stared at me in shock. He hesitated for a moment. I watched him intently. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to keep up this role play if he didn't respond how I wanted him to.
Tom looked at me and then to the items on the floor. I didn't know what he was thinking but his cock was still hard as a rock and seemed to be twitching. He then looked up at me once more and blushed just a little as he knelt on the floor.
"Yes Mistress," Tom said and then he leant forward onto his hands so he was now on all fours and he moved his head down and picked up the collar and leash in his mouth. It wasn't easy to pick them both up at the same time with his teeth, but he managed it on his third attempt.
Tom looked up at me with the collar and leash in his mouth and he started to crawl towards me. He looked so sexy and submissive that it got me very excited and it took all of my self control to say in character and not just jump him. My son crawled over to me and then sat at my feet looking up at me with the collar and leash still in his mouth as if waiting for further instructions.
"Good boy," I said praising Tom and patting him on the head like a pet. Then I took the collar and leash from his mouth.
Tom sat on his knees looking up at me in mild amazement of the way I looked. He was close now and was taking in all the details of my outfit. As he looked up at me I leant down and put the collar on around his neck. I then attached the leash to the collar.
"Your mother asked me to look after her pet today," I said mockingly, "She asked me to take you for a walk, feed you and train you. So I hope you are going to be a good puppy for me."
"Yes Mistress," replied Tom coyly.
"Good boy," I said, patting him on the head again, "Ok it's time for walkies."
I held the leash and began to walk towards my bedroom door. I walked slowly so that Tom could keep up as he crawled on all fours behind me. I led him into the hallway, walked along to the kitchen, then to the living room and back down the hall to my bedroom. I glanced back at him a couple of times to see how he was going keeping up with me but most of the time I just looked straight ahead and pretended to ignore him.
Once back in my room I stood beside the bed and looked down at Tom, who was panting, partly from excitement and partly from the excursion.
I patted him on the head once more.
"That's a good puppy. Must be time to feed you now. Are you a hungry doggie?" I asked teasingly.
"Yes Mistress, I am," Tom replied, looking up at me with lust.
I lifted up my right leg and rested it on the end of the bed, which pushed my skirt further up, giving Tom easier access to my panty covered pussy. The fabric of my g-string was very sheer, the wetness of my excited pussy making it almost see-thru. A moan escaped Tom's lips when he saw the view in front of him.
I pulled on the leash.
"Come and eat then puppy," I instructed as I pulled him closer.
Tom moved up closer so that he was immediately below me and he instinctively reached up to touch my pussy. He probably intended on moving the g-string to one side to gain better access. But I slapped his hand before he got the chance.
"No hands!" I scolded, "Use your mouth only dog and keep your paws to yourself."
The slap startled Tom; he quickly retracted his hand and gave me a 'hurt puppy' look.
I didn't wait to hear any protests; I just grabbed his head by his hair and pushed his face into my wetness.
"Eat!" I ordered as I held onto him by his hair.
Tom made a muffled sound. Not sure if it was an objection or a moan of pleasure. But as I felt his mouth latch onto my wet pussy and suck me through the fabric, the moan that came from my lips was definitely one of pleasure.
Tom licked and sucked at my pussy with fervor and somewhat frustration as he wanted to stick his tongue inside me but the fabric was hindering him. A couple of times he went to reach up in order to move the barrier to one side but each time I slapped his hand away and scolded him.
Not one to give up easily, Tom skillfully used his tongue and teeth and eventually managed to move my panties to one side and then his licking and sucking efforts increased as he passionately devoured my cunt.
My sons efforts were soon rewarded he brought me to orgasm and I gushed cum into his hungry mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as I climaxed.
I was still holding on to his hair and frankly I needed to for support. My orgasm was intense. I had been building up to this for a couple of days and preparing myself for this role play game all morning, so I was already very worked up before he had even arrived.
Tom was busy sucking and slurping up as much as he could get, making soft moans of pleasure as he feasted on me.
"Oh my you are a hungry puppy aren't you?" I said teasingly.
Tom answered with a muffled yes. Then I pulled his head back by his hair, forcing him to stop his oral assault and look up at me. He groaned in protest at having to stop.
"Good doggie for making your Mistress cum," I said smiling down at him, "But naughty boy for trying to touch me with your paws when I had told you not to." My smile changing to a frown.
"Sorry Mistress. I just couldn't help myself," apologized Tom, looking up at me, his face wet with my juices.
"Well you just need some training I think pet," I said wickedly as I removed my leg from the bed and walked around to the side of the bed. Tom had no choice but to follow as I still held his leash.
"Up you get on the bed puppy," I instructed.
Tom looked at the ropes and handcuffs and grinned. He really seemed to be enjoying this game, any doubts I had of freaking him out had long since disappeared. I loved the way Tom took on the role of my pet without questions.
My son got on my bed on his back and reached his hands up above his head and opened his legs towards the ropes without me even having to tell him to do so.
I smiled at him as I attached a rope to each ankle and then I moved up to the top of the bed and clamped Tom's right hand in the handcuff, then passed it through the headboard then attached the other end to his left wrist. When I reached over him, my breasts dangled down through the chains and hung just inches from his face. I felt his hot breath on the soft skin of my breast.
He was now attached to my headboard and he playfully gave a tug on the cuffs to check to see if he was really secure.
I grinned at him with his mock attempt to escape and he smiled back at me. I stared at his naked body, looking so vulnerable to me, lying there unable to get away. It excited me so much to know I could do anything to him now and he was powerless to resist. I got such a power rush from just looking at this display of submission. It had been a few years since I had enjoyed a submissive lover but the rush it gave me back then was nothing compared to the thrill of having my own son as my submissive.
"Oh look at that," I said mockingly, "Looks like puppy got all excited," I said as gave his cock a little slap.
Tom gasped, not so much in pain, as I hadn't slapped him that hard, but more because I had startled him.
His rock hard cock bounced back and it was oozing pre-cum. The head of my son's cock glistened and it looked very tasty and inviting. I already knew how easy I could make my son cum by sucking his cock, but today I had different plans. I wanted to see what other stimulation would cause the same reaction.
"Don't cum without asking my permission pet or you will be punished," I said sternly.
"Yes Mistress," answered Tom, "I will try hard not to."
I grinned at him then walked away to my suitcase of tricks. I brought back with me a blindfold. Then I stood next to the bed where Tom could watch what I was doing and I took off my wet cum-soaked panties.
"Oh naughty puppy! You got my best panties all wet with your doggie spit," I said, scolding him.
I knew full well that they were already wet from my own pussy juices before Tom had even licked me, but I was looking for reasons to punish him.
"But mum, I....," Tom began to protest.
I didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. I shoved my wet panties into his mouth, muffling out the rest of his complaints.
"Mum isn't here!" I scolded him. "There. That should keep you quiet."
There was a touch of alarm in Tom's eyes. I could tell he was starting to wonder if he should be worried or not about what I was going to do to him. His eyes showed concern, but his cock didn't seem to care, it just twitched and oozed pre-cum freely. I touched the sticky tip with my index finger and then sucked my finger clean, causing Tom to moan as he watched me intently.
I then moved up and proceeded to put the blindfold on him. Tom was making sounds of protest but all his words were muffled. It sounded like he was asking to see but I pretended to hear something completely different.
"What was that you said slave? You want me to punish you for misbehaving?" I said mockingly, "Oh yes, I think so too."
I scratched my fingernails down Tom's body from his chest to his cock in a V shape, causing him to gasp when my nails scraped over his nipples.
"Oh my, seems my slave boy has sensitive nipples," I said wickedly, "Hmm lets just test that."
I rubbed my index finger into his pre-cum again and then rubbed it on his nipples. I did this a few times until his nipples were all sticky. Tom's breathing was getting faster, and then I licked and sucked his nipples clean and he began to pant. I was making cooing sounds of delight as I savored his tasty pre-cum.
Tom's nipples were erect and hard now from the stimulation of my tongue.
"Oh I think you enjoyed that didn't you boy? Not really punishment though. Hmm let's try something else"
I walked back to my suitcase and found my nipple clamps. As I attached the first one, Tom let out a muffled squeal. Not being able to see what I was doing was accentuating every sensation. I grinned and then attached the other clamp. The clamps were joined together by a fine chain. Tom's body stiffened up with this new and unknown source of pain. I hadn't put them on very tightly as this was his first time to use them, but still I could tell he was freaking out a little by the muffled complaints.
I needed to take his mind off his sensitive nipples. I leaned over his hard, twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm moist mouth in one long deep slow suck.
He moaned and his body instinctively moved his hips up wanting more as I let his cock fall out of its desired sanctuary.
I loved teasing him like this, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time excited me so much. I felt my own wetness increasing as I treated my son like a plaything.
I sucked him once more in the same slow deep fashion. Then I moved up and flicked his sore nipples with my tongue. Tom gasped and moaned. He was getting used to the clamps and was enjoying all the attention. He was learning to block out the pain and concentrate on the pleasure. I was very much enjoying training my son.
I then got on the bed between my son's open legs and began to lick him. I knew if I kept up this oral assault it would make him cum, but I was pushing him as far as I could. Tom was panting and pushing up his hips wanting me to suck his cock. I stopped licking for a moment to give him an order.
"Don't cum until I tell you to slave!"
I sucked him again, harder and faster. I knew he wasn't going to last long but I kept stopping every few sucks and reminding him not to cum. Tom was groaning and I could tell he was trying really hard to hold back, but he was struggling. His efforts to refrain from cumming had made him completely forget about the nipple clamps. I gave him one more long deep hard suck and felt his cock twitch in my mouth, he was about to climax. I stopped sucking and gave the chain attached to the nipple clamps a quick tug as I demanded one last time the impossible order.
"Don't you dare fucking cum, slut!" I screamed at him.
As the pain shot through my son's body from me tugging on the chain, he came. He made this animalistic grunt followed by a muffled groan. His cum shot all over his stomach and I felt him shudder from the intensity of the orgasm. He came a big load, some even landed in his belly button. I grinned, but he couldn't see my wicked grin of satisfaction as he was blindfolded. That gave me a few moments to regain my stern look of displeasure in him for disobeying my order.
I got off the bed and moved up to the head of the bed and removed the blindfold from him.
"Just look at the mess you made! Such a bad boy you are!" I scolded him, "You know that I am going to have to punish you for disobeying a direct order."
Tom tried to talk. He was trying to tell me that he couldn't help it and perhaps even apologize, but I couldn't really make out what he was trying to say.
His nipples looked red and sore. I took off the clamps. Tom sighed in relief.
"Aww poor puppy has sore nipples," I said, "This might help them feel better."
I scooped up some of my son's cum from his stomach and rubbed it gently into each nipple. I did it a few times until both nipples were well and truly coated in Tom's cum. My son watched my every move. Then I leant down and gently licked and sucked his sore sensitive nipples clean.
I knew it was giving him a combination of pleasure and pain by the sounds he was making, sometimes a gasp if I sucked a little too hard on his already sore nipples and sometimes a moan of delight.
I looked up at him once I was satisfied that his nipples were clean enough. I gave him a wicked grin and he knew by my expression that I hadn't finished with him yet.
I picked up a teaspoon that I had sitting in a cup beside my bed and I collected a spoon full of his tasty goo and then placed the spoon back on my bedside cabinet, setting it aside for later.
I then licked up the rest of his cum on his stomach, leaving a big glob of it to last. Tom grinned back at me, he was enjoying being able to watch me now that I had taken the blindfold off. I held that last glob of cum in my mouth and moved up to kiss my son. I removed my wet panties from his mouth and he took a deep breath in relief. Tom was about to speak but I kissed him before he could get any words out.
My tongue danced with his as we moved his cum around our mouths. It was wonderful, it felt so good that I almost forgot that today I was being his dominant Mistress and that I was meant to be training him and punishing him. For a moment I wanted to just get lost in the kiss and forget my game, but there were still more I wanted to do to him, so I snapped myself out of it and drew back from his lips.
"Oh my God! Oh mother that was amazing," exclaimed Tom once I released his mouth.
I gave him a stern look.
"I keep telling you, it's Mistress!" I reprimanded him, slapping his thigh.
"Oh sorry. I'm sorry Mistress," apologized Tom.
"Oh you will be when I've finished with you," I warned.
I moved down to the end of the bed and untied his ankles.
"Roll over boy!" I ordered.
Tom looked puzzled at me and didn't move. I guess he thought the game was over because he had already cum.
I slapped his thigh again.
"I said roll over doggie! On your stomach now!" I demanded, giving his thigh yet another smack.
This time Tom responded and rolled over to his stomach, causing the chain of the handcuffs to twist.
I then re-attached the ropes to his ankles, trapping him again. His body at my mercy once more.
I gave his bare ass a firm smack, causing him to gasp in surprise.
Then I walked back over to the suitcase and brought back with me a small paddle.
Tom had his head to one side so he could see what I was doing. I stood in plain view and smacked my own hand a few times with the paddle, giving him a wicked grin.
The paddle made a loud smacking sound. It actually sounded worse than it felt. Tom's eyes grew wide and a look of panic came over him.
I stood to the side of the bed so Tom could see me and I leant over and smacked his right cheek with the paddle.
"That's for not saying thank you. You really need to learn your manners slave," I stated as the sound of the impact rang out.
"Oh fuck!" yelled Tom, partly in pain, partly in shock of what was happening to him.
"And that's for forgetting to call me Mistress when you were told to," I said as I struck his left cheek.
"Ouch! Oh shit that hurts! Mum.....I mean Mistress, please stop!" Tom called out as he tried to wriggle free from his ankle binds.
I put the paddle down on the bed next to Tom and grinned as I looked at his ass cheeks already showing a light pinkish glow. I grabbed both cheeks.
"Oh did that hurt the little puppy?" I said sarcastically as I rubbed his sore cheeks roughly.
"I think I know what you need to feel better," I said as I moved closer to his face and held out my index finger close to his mouth, "Suck my finger slave."
Tom looked a little confused, but he obeyed. Then while he watched on I inserted my saliva coated finger into my wet pussy so that it got coated in my juices as well.
I rubbed my wet finger up and down my son's ass crack and then made invisible circles on his tight little hole, causing Tom to gasp. It sounded to me like a gasp of 'yes please' so I pushed the tip of my wet finger into his asshole.
"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Tom.
I reached my other hand between his legs and underneath his balls to feel if he was starting to harden again.
He was.
I felt his cock grow hard and then I moved my left hand so that I cupped his balls as the index finger of my right hand invading his hole.
I could tell by his hardness that Tom was enjoying this invasion and yet his body was tense and it was making it hard for me to finger his hole. I thought of getting my lube out of my draw but that would mean having to remove my hands from their busy task. So instead, I leant in closer and spat at my son's opening.
Tom moaned. It was obvious that my action turned him on. It turned me on too to be treating him like this.
He began to open a little and my saliva was helping, so I moved my finger in and out of his asshole, finger-fucking my son.
"Oh please do that again," Tom begged, "Please Mistress, spit on me again."
Tom was beginning to pant and hearing him beg like that excited me so much. I loved it when I found one of his 'kinky buttons' so I granted his requested and leant in and spat again onto his hole. I was rewarded with not only a moan of pleasure from Tom but also my saliva was making good lube as I continued to finger fuck my son.
Just as Tom was beginning to really open up and enjoy my finger darting in and out of his hole, I stopped.
I removed both my hands from his body and picked up the paddle again and held it as I looked at my son who was now squirming and already missing the sensation of my finger inside him.
"Oh please don't stop now Mistress. That feels so good," Tom pleaded for more.
"If you want the pleasure you have to be able to take the pain as well slave," I said wickedly as I rubbed the paddle lightly across his ass cheeks.
Tom hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. Then he spoke.
"Anything Mistress. Do anything you want to me. Just please finger me some more," Tom begged.
I grinned at him. I loved having this control over Tom, to have him at my mercy.
"That's not good enough slave. Beg for the paddle. Convince me that you want it," I said tauntingly.
Tom groaned impatiently, I knew he wanted more but he had to have it on my terms. He was squirming on my bed, almost as if he was trying to fuck the mattress. His cock pressing into it and his ass cheeks were clenching, wanting to be probed again.
"Oh please spank me Mistress," Tom pleaded, "I've been a bad boy. Please smack me."
I grinned as I struck his right cheek with the paddle. Tom gasped and tensed up, preparing himself for the next blow. I hit his left cheek with the paddle harder and he cried out.
"Oh fuck!" Tom screamed.
I didn't let the sensation of pain linger. I quickly put down the paddle and reinserted my finger and he began to push up against my finger, wanting more. Tom was moaning in pleasure, the pain almost forgotten as enjoyed me violating him. Then I pushed in another finger. That resulted in a grunt and then he began to pant again. It was making me so wet to hear him grunting and panting, knowing that my attack on him was exciting him as much as it was me. I desperately wanted to turn him over again and sit on his cock and ride him until I came. But I had to resist my urges, I had a plan and I intended on going through with it.
I could tell by the way Tom was panting that if I was to keep going like this he would cum again and I didn't want that yet, so I removed my fingers from him again. He groaned in frustration, denied the release.
"Oh please Mistress, don't stop. Please do it again. I want to cum," Tom begged.
"You don't have permission to cum yet slave," I said very calmly, trying not to let it show in my voice how turned on I was.
"Please Mistress," he continued to beg, "I don't care if you spank me again, just keep going please!"
I grinned as I watched my son squirm in sexual frustration. I had brought him close to orgasm but had stopped twice and I knew that if I was to finger him again, this time he would cum.
I had other plans for him.
I smacked his ass with my bare hand and then walked away from him to my suitcase of toys.
Tom tried to wriggle around to see what I was doing but I was standing in front of the chair with my suitcase on so he could not tell what I was up to.
I took out my strap-on dildo and harness. I hadn't used them for a few years and I never would have thought the last time when I put them away that the next time they would be needed would be for me to dominate my son.
I had the feeling that Tom wasn't going to like this idea but I had already made up my mind that I was going to take him anyway.
I walked into my bathroom completely out of Tom's sight and took off my skirt and attached the harness and strap-on dildo. It was a black dildo and the harness was black leather, so it completed my outfit rather well I thought as I admired my plastic cock in the bathroom mirror.
I took a tube of lube from the bathroom cabinet and walked back into my bedroom, walked right up to Tom and stood in plain sight right in front of him so he could see what I was wearing.
The look of horror on his face when it registered what my intentions were was almost amusing.
His expression went from puzzlement to shock to panic in a matter of seconds. He didn't even say anything at first, there was a stunned silence.
I opened up the lube and began to rub generous amounts of it in and around his asshole. The sensation of the gel brought the reality of the situation back to Tom and he found his voice again, a panicked voice in fact.
"No mum! You're going to far mum. Stop it now!" Tom shouted at me as he tried to get out of his binds.
I ignored him and applied more lube. Then I lubed up my plastic cock. I wanted to fuck my son, take his anal virginity but I didn't want to hurt him too much, so I made sure that I used plenty of lube.
I had already stretched him a little bit with my two fingers but as he would be resisting me at first, I wanted to make it as easy on him as I could. And yet I had to be forceful and not revert back to the loving mother he was used to, not yet anyway, not until I had finished what I had planned to do today.
I slapped his ass hard with my bare hand. It stung my hand, so I know it would have got his attention.
"Shhh boy!" I reprimanded him, "Behave or I will shove my panties back in your mouth to keep you quiet."
Then as a final touch I got the teaspoon of my son's cum that I had placed beside my bed and I scooped it out and rubbed it on the tip of my black plastic cock. I wanted Tom to know I was about to fuck him using his own cum as lube.
He looked horrified in anticipation of being sodomized by his mother.
I got on the bed and got into position between his outstretched legs. I lined up the tip of my dildo with his asshole and pushed in just a little bit. Tom was panicking, he was all tense and yelling at me to stop. I ignored him.
He soon realized that shouting at me wasn't going to work, so he tried a different tactic.
"Please mummy, don't do it," he pleaded, "Stop please mum. It will hurt me."
His ploy almost worked. I felt a twinge of guilt at what I was about to do to my son, but also his soft pleading, almost begging voice turned me on. I pulled back out of him.
I decided to drop the Mistress persona and I took off my top and collar and let down my hair so that it sat about my shoulders. I did all of this while kneeling between his legs.
He had stopped shouting at me but he was so tense that I knew if I pushed into him again now it would hurt him too much. I had to make him relax.
So instead of scolding him and slapping his ass hard as I would do if I was still playing the Mistress, I rubbed both his cheeks softly, caressing them.
"Shhh baby. Mummy wont hurt you if you just relax," I coaxed him, "I promise you will like it son if you just relax and let me do what I want to you."
Then I lent down and kissed all around his ass cheeks, lots of gentle kisses and licks. I cupped his balls again with my left hand and put my finger back inside his hole. It slid in easy now because of all the lube.
Tom let out a relieved sigh as I went back to fingering his asshole and kissing and caressing his balls.
I soon changed to using two fingers as Tom was relaxing now, enjoying being finger-fucked by his mother again.
As I gained momentum with my fingering, I removed my left hand from playing with his balls. He was starting to moan in pleasure and push up against my hand, encouraging me to go harder and faster.
I knew now was the time. I quickly withdrew my fingers from his hole and lined up my plastic cock and entered him before he had the chance to miss my fingers. I plunged my dildo half way into him and then he let out a scream and I stopped.
"Fuck!" he yelled, "Oh my fucking God!"
I was supporting myself by my arms on either side of his body. I held myself there for a moment as Tom started to pant, partly in fear, partly in excitement. I waited like that, not pushing in further and not withdrawing for a few minutes, while I leant down and kissed his shoulders and back.
Tom was tense, but not as tense as he was the first time I tried to sodomize him. I think he was realizing that there was no point in fighting; I was going to do it anyway, so he was actually trying to relax.
I waited a few minutes for him to get used to this invasion inside him, then I pulled back so that my plastic cock almost fell out of him, but just before it did, I pushed back inside him again. I went very slowly, stretching my son as gently as I could.
Tom's panting was getting louder and faster but he did not yell at me to stop, or beg me to stop, actually he said nothing at all for awhile. It seemed he was trying to process what was happening to him and coming to terms with it.
I moved in and out of him once more, and then again. The lube was working well and Tom had given up trying to fight me. I was fucking him now and I knew it would start to feel good. I kept up my slow fucking movements and soon his frantic panting changed to quiet moans.
"Is that starting to feel good now son?" I asked.
"Oh yes mummy. It doesn't hurt so much now," he replied.
I pushed my plastic cock all the way in, causing Tom to scream again.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled, "Oh it's too much, it's too big! Take it out mum!" He was starting to panic again.
I just held still, my plastic cock embedded deep in my son's back passage.
Tom was panting and trying to turn his head around to look at me. I just kept kissing his back, trying to calm him down.
"Shh son. Its ok babe. Just relax son," I said between kisses.
I could tell Tom was trying to will himself to calm down. He was sweating and almost hyperventilating but as I kept up my soft calming voice of reassurance and my gentle soft kisses, he began to settle down.
His breathing returned almost to normal as he adjusted to being stretched from the false cock inside him.
When I thought he was ready, I pulled back slowly and then pushed back inside him again. Tom let out a gasp. I repeated my movements, slow and steady.
"Oh fuck!" Tom exclaimed.
"Is it still hurting you son?" I asked, concerned that he still wasn't getting pleasure from my assault.
"A little bit mum, but you did something just then that felt really good," replied Tom.
"Oh I must have hit your prostrate son," I said wickedly, "Let me see if I can find it again."
I pulled back almost until I slid out, then pushed back inside as far as I could.
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Tom moaned with obvious pleasure.
I grinned to myself. Finally he was enjoying this. I started to move in and out of him a bit faster and harder. Tom moaned each time I hit the right spot.
Hearing his moans of pleasure got me very excited. Now I was fucking my son and he loved it. This is what I wanted.
"Oh does my baby boy like mummy fucking him now?" I asked with lust.
"Oh yes mummy, mmm I love it now," Tom replied excitedly, "More mummy more. Fuck me harder!"
I picked up momentum and fucked my son harder. Pounding my black plastic cock into my boy. Tom was moaning and panting, close to climaxing.
I felt like I was going to cum myself from the excitement and kinkiness of it all.
We were both panting and sweating and moaning.
"Oh yes mummy! Fuck me mummy," Tom cried out in rapture, "Fuck yes! Rape me mummy!" he exclaimed, and then he grunted as he came hard onto my bed. I felt him shudder beneath me as he rode out his orgasm.
That taboo word on top of all the kinky activities did it for me. Tom always seemed to find my buttons, the triggers to get me to cum. This time my son managed to make me cum without even touching me.
I moaned in pleasure as the ecstasy wave hit me.
I pulled out of him and sat on my knees as I caught my breath and enjoyed the rush of my orgasm. I watched my son as Tom was recovering from his climax too. I felt dizzy, a little light headed from all of the excitement.
"Oh my God mum! That was fucking fantastic!" Tom exclaimed, "Wow that was so intense," he said trying to turn his head to look at me.
I smiled and leant forward and kissed both of his ass cheeks, left then right. Then I got up off the bed, took off the harness and strap-on dildo and placed them at the end of the bed. I then untied both ropes attached to Tom's ankles. There were red marks from when he had tried to break free from his binds. I lovingly rubbed both ankles and kissed them too where they looked tender.
Tom then rolled back over onto his back and looked up at me smiling. He had his own cum on his body as well as on my sheets. I delayed un-cuffing him just yet. I lay on top of him and kissed him passionately.
"I love you son," I announced when I pulled back from kissing him.
"I love you too mum. That was so amazing mum," Tom replied, looking into my eyes.
"I'm glad you came back mum. That Mistress was a bit scary," Tom said with a cheeky laugh.
I giggled at his cheeky remark, and then grinned at him.
"Oh so you don't think I should ask her to come back again then son?" I asked teasingly.
"Well I didn't say that mum," Tom replied defensively, "I just wasn't expecting anything like that. Next time I will be ready for her."
"Oh next time huh," I said cheekily, "There's going to be a next time is there son?"
Tom grinned sheepishly at me.
"Oh yes I think so. Just warn me next time," he said with a chuckle.
"Where's the fun in that if you know what's coming?" I retorted. We both laughed at that.
I glanced over at my alarm clock next to my bed. I had better let my captive go now, he had just enough time to shower and get ready for work if I undid the cuffs now.
I got off the bed and got the key. I gave him one last kiss as my shackled sex slave, and then unlocked the handcuffs.
Tom rubbed his own wrists, which looked quite sore from him pulling on them trying to get free. He then reached out and grabbed me, pulling me close and hugging me.
"I've wanted to touch you all morning," said Tom as he embraced me.
He let me go and we both got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to shower.
"You go first son. You have that meeting soon," I said.
"I wanted to shower with you mum," he protested.
"If I get in there with you son, I will make you late for work," I explained, and with a playful smack on his sexy bare bottom, I left the bathroom and let him to shower in peace.
I went back to my bed, which now looked very messy. I picked up my harness and took the black dildo out of the harness, placing the harness back into the suitcase. I held the dildo in my hand with the intentions of giving it a bit of a clean before I put it back away once Tom had finished in the bathroom. But instead I took it with me and lay on my bed on my back and masturbated with it.
Tom came out of the bathroom all clean and steamy and the first thing he saw was me shoving the big black plastic cock that I had used on him, in and out of my pussy. He grinned at me.
"Oh mum, you are such a horny bitch," he said teasingly, "Let me help you with that."
Tom took over my thrusts and rammed that dildo in and out of me hard a few times until I came. I moaned and arched my back as the orgasm hit me.
I lay there panting as I recovered from my climax, smiling at my son.
"Thank you son. I needed that," I said with a grin.
"Anytime mum and you know I mean that literally," he replied with a chuckle.
Then Tom went back to the bathroom and washed his hand again.
I got up off the bed while he was doing that and walked towards the bathroom to have my own shower and get ready for work, which I was already late for.
Tom gave me a kiss goodbye just before I got in the shower and then he went off to work.
"See you tomorrow my Dommy mummy," he called out cheekily just before he locked the front door behind him.
Even though I was already late for work, I had a long leisurely shower and thought about this morning's activities while I was in there. It had really excited me and I had the feeling Tom will soon be asking me to dominate him again, which I will, of course, gladly oblige.
I did want to wear that outfit once or twice more before I started to get too big and couldn't get into it.
Maybe next time Tom might actually ask me to put it on and dominate him.
The thought of that possibility pleased me greatly and continued to please me throughout the day while I was at work.
I loved Tom so very much, more as a lover now than a mother. But I was still his mum and the mother in me wanted my son to have a good marriage and a happy full life. It would be so easy for me to be selfish and demand Tom come and see me every day. I felt he was so hooked now that I could have probably insisted he visited me twice a day, on the way home from work as well, and he would have willingly agreed.
Actually I was noticing that Tom was showing a tendency to be rather willing and I was very curious to investigate just how willing and agreeable my son could be. He definitely loved it when I spanked him a little bit during our foreplay sometimes and so far I had been holding back, just smacking him playfully.
I had decided over the weekend that the next time Tom had a late Monday meeting that I would find out just how submissive he could be. I was also keen to re-discover my dominant streak that had been rather dormant for many years. In my past I had dated a submissive man for a short while and I still had some clothes and toys from that time when I had been his Mistress. I knew soon enough I'd be getting to big to fit into the leather outfit, so it was kind of now or never to test out my son to see if he would enjoy role playing my sex slave now and then for a bit fun and variety. I was very curious to see what other fetishes my son might have hidden deep down inside that he perhaps he thought he might never get to experience.
I knew Jen wasn't the experimental type from what Tom had told me and I wanted my son to try new things with me. It pleased me so much that I was able to let my son discover the joy of anal sex when his wife had refused him this pleasure and I was sure there would be other things he wanted to try that he wouldn't even ask Jen to do for either fear of rejection or perhaps even embarrassment.
I needed to let my son know that he could try anything sexual with me. We are consenting adults and I wanted Tom to feel comfortable to do anything or ask me to try anything and know I would never refuse him or be offended by his suggestions.
Today was Monday and Tom had told me last Friday that he was starting at 10 am this morning, so I knew I was going to have almost two hours to discover if my suspicion that my son was quite the submissive was right. I set my alarm and got up earlier than usual. I put on my leather outfit that I had stored away for some years. It was a short black leather mini skirt with fine chain attached to the waist of the skirt joined up to a leather collar with metal spikes. I completed the outfit with black fishnet stockings attached to a black lace garter belt. The skirt was so short that the garter belt showed. I wore no bra so that my breasts were easily seen through the chains and I loved the feeling of the metal on my bare skin, especially when the chains scraped across my nipples. I had forgotten how good it felt. The skirt was a little tighter than I had remembered it being, but I was still able to get into it. I thought about not wearing any panties but then I reconsidered and put on a very sheer sexy black g-string.
I looked in the mirror and my new persona and smiled at myself. I didn't look like a mummy anymore.
For the final touches I put on more makeup than I usually wear and put my hair up then put on my black heels that I never wear because they are hard to walk in and totally impractical. I had never gotten around to throwing them out.
There were other things I had kept all these years in storage in and old suitcase at the back of my wardrobe.
It was almost like re-discovering the past as I opened up the case and the memories of the games I had played in the past all came flooding back as I took stock of the contents. I took out the ropes and attached one end of them to the legs at the bottom of the bed with the other end resting at the foot of my bed waiting to be attached to my sons' ankles. I placed the handcuffs on the pillow waiting for my sons' wrists to be shackled in them. I put a dog collar and leash on the floor in the doorway of my bedroom so that would be the first thing Tom saw when he walked to my room on his arrival. I left the rest of my toys in the suitcase on the chair in my room, with the lid closed so that he wouldn't see what else I had in store for him until I was ready to show him.
I was taking a risk that Tom might see me and freak out but my instincts were telling me that not only was my son going to like seeing his mother dressed like this, but also he would soon be putty in my hands, a willing sex slave for two glorious hours of wicked pleasure.
I took one last long look at myself in the mirror. I definitely looked the part and as I stared at my barely recognizable reflection, I got my head into the right frame of mind too. It wasn't going to be enough just to look like a dominatrix; I had to act out the part too.
I stood by my bed with my legs apart and my hands on my hips as I waited for Tom. I was standing in line with the doorway so that he would see me almost at the same time as he would notice the leash and collar on the floor. I was thinking dominating thoughts and getting very excited in anticipation of the things I was about to do to and with my son. I felt myself getting a little wet at the prospect of having my son as my slave this morning. I was hoping he wouldn't be late, and he wasn't. I soon heard his key unlocking my front door.
"Good morning mum," Tom called out as walked in, locking the door behind him again.
I didn't reply at first, wanting him to see me before I answered.
Tom got to my bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at the collar and leash on the floor, a look of puzzlement crossed his face, but only briefly. The look was soon replaced with shock as he looked up and saw me standing there dressed like something he had only seen in a porno. A gasp escaped his lips as he stared in my direction.
"Mum is not here today boy," I said assertively, "You may address me as Mistress."
"I um....I...oh my God!....I...." Tom said stuttering.
"Well don't just stand there stammering boy! If you want to come in, you must take off your clothes and bring that to me," I demanded, pointing at the collar and leash sitting on the floor at my son's feet.
Tom was staring at me, eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to speak or move.
"I don't have all day boy! Do you want to come in or not? Yes or no?" I said, scolding him.
"I um...yes mum," Tom answered cautiously.
"Mistress!" I corrected him, stamping my foot on the floor for impact, causing Tom to jump a little bit at the unexpected sound.
"Oh sorry. Yes Mistress," Tom answered a little nervously as he started to undress.
His eyes never left me as he discarded his clothes onto the hallway floor. I kept my pose of hands on hips and my expression of being in control. I was actually nervous myself too but I wasn't about to let any of that show.
Tom was still standing staring at me, only now he was naked and it was now very obvious that seeing his mother dressed this way aroused him. My son's cock was fully hard and sticking up to salute me.
"Bring that to me boy!" I demanded, pointing at the leash and collar in front of Tom's feet.
Tom moved to bend down to pick them up from the floor in front of him.
"Don't use your hands!" I yelled at him, stamping my foot again.
Tom stopped and looked up at me with a puzzled expression as he was about to pick them up with his right hand.
"Get on your hands and knees boy! Pick up your collar and leash in your mouth and bring it to me like a good doggie," I instructed.
Tom stared at me in shock. He hesitated for a moment. I watched him intently. I didn't know how long I was going to be able to keep up this role play if he didn't respond how I wanted him to.
Tom looked at me and then to the items on the floor. I didn't know what he was thinking but his cock was still hard as a rock and seemed to be twitching. He then looked up at me once more and blushed just a little as he knelt on the floor.
"Yes Mistress," Tom said and then he leant forward onto his hands so he was now on all fours and he moved his head down and picked up the collar and leash in his mouth. It wasn't easy to pick them both up at the same time with his teeth, but he managed it on his third attempt.
Tom looked up at me with the collar and leash in his mouth and he started to crawl towards me. He looked so sexy and submissive that it got me very excited and it took all of my self control to say in character and not just jump him. My son crawled over to me and then sat at my feet looking up at me with the collar and leash still in his mouth as if waiting for further instructions.
"Good boy," I said praising Tom and patting him on the head like a pet. Then I took the collar and leash from his mouth.
Tom sat on his knees looking up at me in mild amazement of the way I looked. He was close now and was taking in all the details of my outfit. As he looked up at me I leant down and put the collar on around his neck. I then attached the leash to the collar.
"Your mother asked me to look after her pet today," I said mockingly, "She asked me to take you for a walk, feed you and train you. So I hope you are going to be a good puppy for me."
"Yes Mistress," replied Tom coyly.
"Good boy," I said, patting him on the head again, "Ok it's time for walkies."
I held the leash and began to walk towards my bedroom door. I walked slowly so that Tom could keep up as he crawled on all fours behind me. I led him into the hallway, walked along to the kitchen, then to the living room and back down the hall to my bedroom. I glanced back at him a couple of times to see how he was going keeping up with me but most of the time I just looked straight ahead and pretended to ignore him.
Once back in my room I stood beside the bed and looked down at Tom, who was panting, partly from excitement and partly from the excursion.
I patted him on the head once more.
"That's a good puppy. Must be time to feed you now. Are you a hungry doggie?" I asked teasingly.
"Yes Mistress, I am," Tom replied, looking up at me with lust.
I lifted up my right leg and rested it on the end of the bed, which pushed my skirt further up, giving Tom easier access to my panty covered pussy. The fabric of my g-string was very sheer, the wetness of my excited pussy making it almost see-thru. A moan escaped Tom's lips when he saw the view in front of him.
I pulled on the leash.
"Come and eat then puppy," I instructed as I pulled him closer.
Tom moved up closer so that he was immediately below me and he instinctively reached up to touch my pussy. He probably intended on moving the g-string to one side to gain better access. But I slapped his hand before he got the chance.
"No hands!" I scolded, "Use your mouth only dog and keep your paws to yourself."
The slap startled Tom; he quickly retracted his hand and gave me a 'hurt puppy' look.
I didn't wait to hear any protests; I just grabbed his head by his hair and pushed his face into my wetness.
"Eat!" I ordered as I held onto him by his hair.
Tom made a muffled sound. Not sure if it was an objection or a moan of pleasure. But as I felt his mouth latch onto my wet pussy and suck me through the fabric, the moan that came from my lips was definitely one of pleasure.
Tom licked and sucked at my pussy with fervor and somewhat frustration as he wanted to stick his tongue inside me but the fabric was hindering him. A couple of times he went to reach up in order to move the barrier to one side but each time I slapped his hand away and scolded him.
Not one to give up easily, Tom skillfully used his tongue and teeth and eventually managed to move my panties to one side and then his licking and sucking efforts increased as he passionately devoured my cunt.
My sons efforts were soon rewarded he brought me to orgasm and I gushed cum into his hungry mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned as I climaxed.
I was still holding on to his hair and frankly I needed to for support. My orgasm was intense. I had been building up to this for a couple of days and preparing myself for this role play game all morning, so I was already very worked up before he had even arrived.
Tom was busy sucking and slurping up as much as he could get, making soft moans of pleasure as he feasted on me.
"Oh my you are a hungry puppy aren't you?" I said teasingly.
Tom answered with a muffled yes. Then I pulled his head back by his hair, forcing him to stop his oral assault and look up at me. He groaned in protest at having to stop.
"Good doggie for making your Mistress cum," I said smiling down at him, "But naughty boy for trying to touch me with your paws when I had told you not to." My smile changing to a frown.
"Sorry Mistress. I just couldn't help myself," apologized Tom, looking up at me, his face wet with my juices.
"Well you just need some training I think pet," I said wickedly as I removed my leg from the bed and walked around to the side of the bed. Tom had no choice but to follow as I still held his leash.
"Up you get on the bed puppy," I instructed.
Tom looked at the ropes and handcuffs and grinned. He really seemed to be enjoying this game, any doubts I had of freaking him out had long since disappeared. I loved the way Tom took on the role of my pet without questions.
My son got on my bed on his back and reached his hands up above his head and opened his legs towards the ropes without me even having to tell him to do so.
I smiled at him as I attached a rope to each ankle and then I moved up to the top of the bed and clamped Tom's right hand in the handcuff, then passed it through the headboard then attached the other end to his left wrist. When I reached over him, my breasts dangled down through the chains and hung just inches from his face. I felt his hot breath on the soft skin of my breast.
He was now attached to my headboard and he playfully gave a tug on the cuffs to check to see if he was really secure.
I grinned at him with his mock attempt to escape and he smiled back at me. I stared at his naked body, looking so vulnerable to me, lying there unable to get away. It excited me so much to know I could do anything to him now and he was powerless to resist. I got such a power rush from just looking at this display of submission. It had been a few years since I had enjoyed a submissive lover but the rush it gave me back then was nothing compared to the thrill of having my own son as my submissive.
"Oh look at that," I said mockingly, "Looks like puppy got all excited," I said as gave his cock a little slap.
Tom gasped, not so much in pain, as I hadn't slapped him that hard, but more because I had startled him.
His rock hard cock bounced back and it was oozing pre-cum. The head of my son's cock glistened and it looked very tasty and inviting. I already knew how easy I could make my son cum by sucking his cock, but today I had different plans. I wanted to see what other stimulation would cause the same reaction.
"Don't cum without asking my permission pet or you will be punished," I said sternly.
"Yes Mistress," answered Tom, "I will try hard not to."
I grinned at him then walked away to my suitcase of tricks. I brought back with me a blindfold. Then I stood next to the bed where Tom could watch what I was doing and I took off my wet cum-soaked panties.
"Oh naughty puppy! You got my best panties all wet with your doggie spit," I said, scolding him.
I knew full well that they were already wet from my own pussy juices before Tom had even licked me, but I was looking for reasons to punish him.
"But mum, I....," Tom began to protest.
I didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. I shoved my wet panties into his mouth, muffling out the rest of his complaints.
"Mum isn't here!" I scolded him. "There. That should keep you quiet."
There was a touch of alarm in Tom's eyes. I could tell he was starting to wonder if he should be worried or not about what I was going to do to him. His eyes showed concern, but his cock didn't seem to care, it just twitched and oozed pre-cum freely. I touched the sticky tip with my index finger and then sucked my finger clean, causing Tom to moan as he watched me intently.
I then moved up and proceeded to put the blindfold on him. Tom was making sounds of protest but all his words were muffled. It sounded like he was asking to see but I pretended to hear something completely different.
"What was that you said slave? You want me to punish you for misbehaving?" I said mockingly, "Oh yes, I think so too."
I scratched my fingernails down Tom's body from his chest to his cock in a V shape, causing him to gasp when my nails scraped over his nipples.
"Oh my, seems my slave boy has sensitive nipples," I said wickedly, "Hmm lets just test that."
I rubbed my index finger into his pre-cum again and then rubbed it on his nipples. I did this a few times until his nipples were all sticky. Tom's breathing was getting faster, and then I licked and sucked his nipples clean and he began to pant. I was making cooing sounds of delight as I savored his tasty pre-cum.
Tom's nipples were erect and hard now from the stimulation of my tongue.
"Oh I think you enjoyed that didn't you boy? Not really punishment though. Hmm let's try something else"
I walked back to my suitcase and found my nipple clamps. As I attached the first one, Tom let out a muffled squeal. Not being able to see what I was doing was accentuating every sensation. I grinned and then attached the other clamp. The clamps were joined together by a fine chain. Tom's body stiffened up with this new and unknown source of pain. I hadn't put them on very tightly as this was his first time to use them, but still I could tell he was freaking out a little by the muffled complaints.
I needed to take his mind off his sensitive nipples. I leaned over his hard, twitching cock and engulfed it into my warm moist mouth in one long deep slow suck.
He moaned and his body instinctively moved his hips up wanting more as I let his cock fall out of its desired sanctuary.
I loved teasing him like this, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time excited me so much. I felt my own wetness increasing as I treated my son like a plaything.
I sucked him once more in the same slow deep fashion. Then I moved up and flicked his sore nipples with my tongue. Tom gasped and moaned. He was getting used to the clamps and was enjoying all the attention. He was learning to block out the pain and concentrate on the pleasure. I was very much enjoying training my son.
I then got on the bed between my son's open legs and began to lick him. I knew if I kept up this oral assault it would make him cum, but I was pushing him as far as I could. Tom was panting and pushing up his hips wanting me to suck his cock. I stopped licking for a moment to give him an order.
"Don't cum until I tell you to slave!"
I sucked him again, harder and faster. I knew he wasn't going to last long but I kept stopping every few sucks and reminding him not to cum. Tom was groaning and I could tell he was trying really hard to hold back, but he was struggling. His efforts to refrain from cumming had made him completely forget about the nipple clamps. I gave him one more long deep hard suck and felt his cock twitch in my mouth, he was about to climax. I stopped sucking and gave the chain attached to the nipple clamps a quick tug as I demanded one last time the impossible order.
"Don't you dare fucking cum, slut!" I screamed at him.
As the pain shot through my son's body from me tugging on the chain, he came. He made this animalistic grunt followed by a muffled groan. His cum shot all over his stomach and I felt him shudder from the intensity of the orgasm. He came a big load, some even landed in his belly button. I grinned, but he couldn't see my wicked grin of satisfaction as he was blindfolded. That gave me a few moments to regain my stern look of displeasure in him for disobeying my order.
I got off the bed and moved up to the head of the bed and removed the blindfold from him.
"Just look at the mess you made! Such a bad boy you are!" I scolded him, "You know that I am going to have to punish you for disobeying a direct order."
Tom tried to talk. He was trying to tell me that he couldn't help it and perhaps even apologize, but I couldn't really make out what he was trying to say.
His nipples looked red and sore. I took off the clamps. Tom sighed in relief.
"Aww poor puppy has sore nipples," I said, "This might help them feel better."
I scooped up some of my son's cum from his stomach and rubbed it gently into each nipple. I did it a few times until both nipples were well and truly coated in Tom's cum. My son watched my every move. Then I leant down and gently licked and sucked his sore sensitive nipples clean.
I knew it was giving him a combination of pleasure and pain by the sounds he was making, sometimes a gasp if I sucked a little too hard on his already sore nipples and sometimes a moan of delight.
I looked up at him once I was satisfied that his nipples were clean enough. I gave him a wicked grin and he knew by my expression that I hadn't finished with him yet.
I picked up a teaspoon that I had sitting in a cup beside my bed and I collected a spoon full of his tasty goo and then placed the spoon back on my bedside cabinet, setting it aside for later.
I then licked up the rest of his cum on his stomach, leaving a big glob of it to last. Tom grinned back at me, he was enjoying being able to watch me now that I had taken the blindfold off. I held that last glob of cum in my mouth and moved up to kiss my son. I removed my wet panties from his mouth and he took a deep breath in relief. Tom was about to speak but I kissed him before he could get any words out.
My tongue danced with his as we moved his cum around our mouths. It was wonderful, it felt so good that I almost forgot that today I was being his dominant Mistress and that I was meant to be training him and punishing him. For a moment I wanted to just get lost in the kiss and forget my game, but there were still more I wanted to do to him, so I snapped myself out of it and drew back from his lips.
"Oh my God! Oh mother that was amazing," exclaimed Tom once I released his mouth.
I gave him a stern look.
"I keep telling you, it's Mistress!" I reprimanded him, slapping his thigh.
"Oh sorry. I'm sorry Mistress," apologized Tom.
"Oh you will be when I've finished with you," I warned.
I moved down to the end of the bed and untied his ankles.
"Roll over boy!" I ordered.
Tom looked puzzled at me and didn't move. I guess he thought the game was over because he had already cum.
I slapped his thigh again.
"I said roll over doggie! On your stomach now!" I demanded, giving his thigh yet another smack.
This time Tom responded and rolled over to his stomach, causing the chain of the handcuffs to twist.
I then re-attached the ropes to his ankles, trapping him again. His body at my mercy once more.
I gave his bare ass a firm smack, causing him to gasp in surprise.
Then I walked back over to the suitcase and brought back with me a small paddle.
Tom had his head to one side so he could see what I was doing. I stood in plain view and smacked my own hand a few times with the paddle, giving him a wicked grin.
The paddle made a loud smacking sound. It actually sounded worse than it felt. Tom's eyes grew wide and a look of panic came over him.
I stood to the side of the bed so Tom could see me and I leant over and smacked his right cheek with the paddle.
"That's for not saying thank you. You really need to learn your manners slave," I stated as the sound of the impact rang out.
"Oh fuck!" yelled Tom, partly in pain, partly in shock of what was happening to him.
"And that's for forgetting to call me Mistress when you were told to," I said as I struck his left cheek.
"Ouch! Oh shit that hurts! Mum.....I mean Mistress, please stop!" Tom called out as he tried to wriggle free from his ankle binds.
I put the paddle down on the bed next to Tom and grinned as I looked at his ass cheeks already showing a light pinkish glow. I grabbed both cheeks.
"Oh did that hurt the little puppy?" I said sarcastically as I rubbed his sore cheeks roughly.
"I think I know what you need to feel better," I said as I moved closer to his face and held out my index finger close to his mouth, "Suck my finger slave."
Tom looked a little confused, but he obeyed. Then while he watched on I inserted my saliva coated finger into my wet pussy so that it got coated in my juices as well.
I rubbed my wet finger up and down my son's ass crack and then made invisible circles on his tight little hole, causing Tom to gasp. It sounded to me like a gasp of 'yes please' so I pushed the tip of my wet finger into his asshole.
"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Tom.
I reached my other hand between his legs and underneath his balls to feel if he was starting to harden again.
He was.
I felt his cock grow hard and then I moved my left hand so that I cupped his balls as the index finger of my right hand invading his hole.
I could tell by his hardness that Tom was enjoying this invasion and yet his body was tense and it was making it hard for me to finger his hole. I thought of getting my lube out of my draw but that would mean having to remove my hands from their busy task. So instead, I leant in closer and spat at my son's opening.
Tom moaned. It was obvious that my action turned him on. It turned me on too to be treating him like this.
He began to open a little and my saliva was helping, so I moved my finger in and out of his asshole, finger-fucking my son.
"Oh please do that again," Tom begged, "Please Mistress, spit on me again."
Tom was beginning to pant and hearing him beg like that excited me so much. I loved it when I found one of his 'kinky buttons' so I granted his requested and leant in and spat again onto his hole. I was rewarded with not only a moan of pleasure from Tom but also my saliva was making good lube as I continued to finger fuck my son.
Just as Tom was beginning to really open up and enjoy my finger darting in and out of his hole, I stopped.
I removed both my hands from his body and picked up the paddle again and held it as I looked at my son who was now squirming and already missing the sensation of my finger inside him.
"Oh please don't stop now Mistress. That feels so good," Tom pleaded for more.
"If you want the pleasure you have to be able to take the pain as well slave," I said wickedly as I rubbed the paddle lightly across his ass cheeks.
Tom hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. Then he spoke.
"Anything Mistress. Do anything you want to me. Just please finger me some more," Tom begged.
I grinned at him. I loved having this control over Tom, to have him at my mercy.
"That's not good enough slave. Beg for the paddle. Convince me that you want it," I said tauntingly.
Tom groaned impatiently, I knew he wanted more but he had to have it on my terms. He was squirming on my bed, almost as if he was trying to fuck the mattress. His cock pressing into it and his ass cheeks were clenching, wanting to be probed again.
"Oh please spank me Mistress," Tom pleaded, "I've been a bad boy. Please smack me."
I grinned as I struck his right cheek with the paddle. Tom gasped and tensed up, preparing himself for the next blow. I hit his left cheek with the paddle harder and he cried out.
"Oh fuck!" Tom screamed.
I didn't let the sensation of pain linger. I quickly put down the paddle and reinserted my finger and he began to push up against my finger, wanting more. Tom was moaning in pleasure, the pain almost forgotten as enjoyed me violating him. Then I pushed in another finger. That resulted in a grunt and then he began to pant again. It was making me so wet to hear him grunting and panting, knowing that my attack on him was exciting him as much as it was me. I desperately wanted to turn him over again and sit on his cock and ride him until I came. But I had to resist my urges, I had a plan and I intended on going through with it.
I could tell by the way Tom was panting that if I was to keep going like this he would cum again and I didn't want that yet, so I removed my fingers from him again. He groaned in frustration, denied the release.
"Oh please Mistress, don't stop. Please do it again. I want to cum," Tom begged.
"You don't have permission to cum yet slave," I said very calmly, trying not to let it show in my voice how turned on I was.
"Please Mistress," he continued to beg, "I don't care if you spank me again, just keep going please!"
I grinned as I watched my son squirm in sexual frustration. I had brought him close to orgasm but had stopped twice and I knew that if I was to finger him again, this time he would cum.
I had other plans for him.
I smacked his ass with my bare hand and then walked away from him to my suitcase of toys.
Tom tried to wriggle around to see what I was doing but I was standing in front of the chair with my suitcase on so he could not tell what I was up to.
I took out my strap-on dildo and harness. I hadn't used them for a few years and I never would have thought the last time when I put them away that the next time they would be needed would be for me to dominate my son.
I had the feeling that Tom wasn't going to like this idea but I had already made up my mind that I was going to take him anyway.
I walked into my bathroom completely out of Tom's sight and took off my skirt and attached the harness and strap-on dildo. It was a black dildo and the harness was black leather, so it completed my outfit rather well I thought as I admired my plastic cock in the bathroom mirror.
I took a tube of lube from the bathroom cabinet and walked back into my bedroom, walked right up to Tom and stood in plain sight right in front of him so he could see what I was wearing.
The look of horror on his face when it registered what my intentions were was almost amusing.
His expression went from puzzlement to shock to panic in a matter of seconds. He didn't even say anything at first, there was a stunned silence.
I opened up the lube and began to rub generous amounts of it in and around his asshole. The sensation of the gel brought the reality of the situation back to Tom and he found his voice again, a panicked voice in fact.
"No mum! You're going to far mum. Stop it now!" Tom shouted at me as he tried to get out of his binds.
I ignored him and applied more lube. Then I lubed up my plastic cock. I wanted to fuck my son, take his anal virginity but I didn't want to hurt him too much, so I made sure that I used plenty of lube.
I had already stretched him a little bit with my two fingers but as he would be resisting me at first, I wanted to make it as easy on him as I could. And yet I had to be forceful and not revert back to the loving mother he was used to, not yet anyway, not until I had finished what I had planned to do today.
I slapped his ass hard with my bare hand. It stung my hand, so I know it would have got his attention.
"Shhh boy!" I reprimanded him, "Behave or I will shove my panties back in your mouth to keep you quiet."
Then as a final touch I got the teaspoon of my son's cum that I had placed beside my bed and I scooped it out and rubbed it on the tip of my black plastic cock. I wanted Tom to know I was about to fuck him using his own cum as lube.
He looked horrified in anticipation of being sodomized by his mother.
I got on the bed and got into position between his outstretched legs. I lined up the tip of my dildo with his asshole and pushed in just a little bit. Tom was panicking, he was all tense and yelling at me to stop. I ignored him.
He soon realized that shouting at me wasn't going to work, so he tried a different tactic.
"Please mummy, don't do it," he pleaded, "Stop please mum. It will hurt me."
His ploy almost worked. I felt a twinge of guilt at what I was about to do to my son, but also his soft pleading, almost begging voice turned me on. I pulled back out of him.
I decided to drop the Mistress persona and I took off my top and collar and let down my hair so that it sat about my shoulders. I did all of this while kneeling between his legs.
He had stopped shouting at me but he was so tense that I knew if I pushed into him again now it would hurt him too much. I had to make him relax.
So instead of scolding him and slapping his ass hard as I would do if I was still playing the Mistress, I rubbed both his cheeks softly, caressing them.
"Shhh baby. Mummy wont hurt you if you just relax," I coaxed him, "I promise you will like it son if you just relax and let me do what I want to you."
Then I lent down and kissed all around his ass cheeks, lots of gentle kisses and licks. I cupped his balls again with my left hand and put my finger back inside his hole. It slid in easy now because of all the lube.
Tom let out a relieved sigh as I went back to fingering his asshole and kissing and caressing his balls.
I soon changed to using two fingers as Tom was relaxing now, enjoying being finger-fucked by his mother again.
As I gained momentum with my fingering, I removed my left hand from playing with his balls. He was starting to moan in pleasure and push up against my hand, encouraging me to go harder and faster.
I knew now was the time. I quickly withdrew my fingers from his hole and lined up my plastic cock and entered him before he had the chance to miss my fingers. I plunged my dildo half way into him and then he let out a scream and I stopped.
"Fuck!" he yelled, "Oh my fucking God!"
I was supporting myself by my arms on either side of his body. I held myself there for a moment as Tom started to pant, partly in fear, partly in excitement. I waited like that, not pushing in further and not withdrawing for a few minutes, while I leant down and kissed his shoulders and back.
Tom was tense, but not as tense as he was the first time I tried to sodomize him. I think he was realizing that there was no point in fighting; I was going to do it anyway, so he was actually trying to relax.
I waited a few minutes for him to get used to this invasion inside him, then I pulled back so that my plastic cock almost fell out of him, but just before it did, I pushed back inside him again. I went very slowly, stretching my son as gently as I could.
Tom's panting was getting louder and faster but he did not yell at me to stop, or beg me to stop, actually he said nothing at all for awhile. It seemed he was trying to process what was happening to him and coming to terms with it.
I moved in and out of him once more, and then again. The lube was working well and Tom had given up trying to fight me. I was fucking him now and I knew it would start to feel good. I kept up my slow fucking movements and soon his frantic panting changed to quiet moans.
"Is that starting to feel good now son?" I asked.
"Oh yes mummy. It doesn't hurt so much now," he replied.
I pushed my plastic cock all the way in, causing Tom to scream again.
"Oh fuck!" he yelled, "Oh it's too much, it's too big! Take it out mum!" He was starting to panic again.
I just held still, my plastic cock embedded deep in my son's back passage.
Tom was panting and trying to turn his head around to look at me. I just kept kissing his back, trying to calm him down.
"Shh son. Its ok babe. Just relax son," I said between kisses.
I could tell Tom was trying to will himself to calm down. He was sweating and almost hyperventilating but as I kept up my soft calming voice of reassurance and my gentle soft kisses, he began to settle down.
His breathing returned almost to normal as he adjusted to being stretched from the false cock inside him.
When I thought he was ready, I pulled back slowly and then pushed back inside him again. Tom let out a gasp. I repeated my movements, slow and steady.
"Oh fuck!" Tom exclaimed.
"Is it still hurting you son?" I asked, concerned that he still wasn't getting pleasure from my assault.
"A little bit mum, but you did something just then that felt really good," replied Tom.
"Oh I must have hit your prostrate son," I said wickedly, "Let me see if I can find it again."
I pulled back almost until I slid out, then pushed back inside as far as I could.
"Ohhhh fuck yes!" Tom moaned with obvious pleasure.
I grinned to myself. Finally he was enjoying this. I started to move in and out of him a bit faster and harder. Tom moaned each time I hit the right spot.
Hearing his moans of pleasure got me very excited. Now I was fucking my son and he loved it. This is what I wanted.
"Oh does my baby boy like mummy fucking him now?" I asked with lust.
"Oh yes mummy, mmm I love it now," Tom replied excitedly, "More mummy more. Fuck me harder!"
I picked up momentum and fucked my son harder. Pounding my black plastic cock into my boy. Tom was moaning and panting, close to climaxing.
I felt like I was going to cum myself from the excitement and kinkiness of it all.
We were both panting and sweating and moaning.
"Oh yes mummy! Fuck me mummy," Tom cried out in rapture, "Fuck yes! Rape me mummy!" he exclaimed, and then he grunted as he came hard onto my bed. I felt him shudder beneath me as he rode out his orgasm.
That taboo word on top of all the kinky activities did it for me. Tom always seemed to find my buttons, the triggers to get me to cum. This time my son managed to make me cum without even touching me.
I moaned in pleasure as the ecstasy wave hit me.
I pulled out of him and sat on my knees as I caught my breath and enjoyed the rush of my orgasm. I watched my son as Tom was recovering from his climax too. I felt dizzy, a little light headed from all of the excitement.
"Oh my God mum! That was fucking fantastic!" Tom exclaimed, "Wow that was so intense," he said trying to turn his head to look at me.
I smiled and leant forward and kissed both of his ass cheeks, left then right. Then I got up off the bed, took off the harness and strap-on dildo and placed them at the end of the bed. I then untied both ropes attached to Tom's ankles. There were red marks from when he had tried to break free from his binds. I lovingly rubbed both ankles and kissed them too where they looked tender.
Tom then rolled back over onto his back and looked up at me smiling. He had his own cum on his body as well as on my sheets. I delayed un-cuffing him just yet. I lay on top of him and kissed him passionately.
"I love you son," I announced when I pulled back from kissing him.
"I love you too mum. That was so amazing mum," Tom replied, looking into my eyes.
"I'm glad you came back mum. That Mistress was a bit scary," Tom said with a cheeky laugh.
I giggled at his cheeky remark, and then grinned at him.
"Oh so you don't think I should ask her to come back again then son?" I asked teasingly.
"Well I didn't say that mum," Tom replied defensively, "I just wasn't expecting anything like that. Next time I will be ready for her."
"Oh next time huh," I said cheekily, "There's going to be a next time is there son?"
Tom grinned sheepishly at me.
"Oh yes I think so. Just warn me next time," he said with a chuckle.
"Where's the fun in that if you know what's coming?" I retorted. We both laughed at that.
I glanced over at my alarm clock next to my bed. I had better let my captive go now, he had just enough time to shower and get ready for work if I undid the cuffs now.
I got off the bed and got the key. I gave him one last kiss as my shackled sex slave, and then unlocked the handcuffs.
Tom rubbed his own wrists, which looked quite sore from him pulling on them trying to get free. He then reached out and grabbed me, pulling me close and hugging me.
"I've wanted to touch you all morning," said Tom as he embraced me.
He let me go and we both got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to shower.
"You go first son. You have that meeting soon," I said.
"I wanted to shower with you mum," he protested.
"If I get in there with you son, I will make you late for work," I explained, and with a playful smack on his sexy bare bottom, I left the bathroom and let him to shower in peace.
I went back to my bed, which now looked very messy. I picked up my harness and took the black dildo out of the harness, placing the harness back into the suitcase. I held the dildo in my hand with the intentions of giving it a bit of a clean before I put it back away once Tom had finished in the bathroom. But instead I took it with me and lay on my bed on my back and masturbated with it.
Tom came out of the bathroom all clean and steamy and the first thing he saw was me shoving the big black plastic cock that I had used on him, in and out of my pussy. He grinned at me.
"Oh mum, you are such a horny bitch," he said teasingly, "Let me help you with that."
Tom took over my thrusts and rammed that dildo in and out of me hard a few times until I came. I moaned and arched my back as the orgasm hit me.
I lay there panting as I recovered from my climax, smiling at my son.
"Thank you son. I needed that," I said with a grin.
"Anytime mum and you know I mean that literally," he replied with a chuckle.
Then Tom went back to the bathroom and washed his hand again.
I got up off the bed while he was doing that and walked towards the bathroom to have my own shower and get ready for work, which I was already late for.
Tom gave me a kiss goodbye just before I got in the shower and then he went off to work.
"See you tomorrow my Dommy mummy," he called out cheekily just before he locked the front door behind him.
Even though I was already late for work, I had a long leisurely shower and thought about this morning's activities while I was in there. It had really excited me and I had the feeling Tom will soon be asking me to dominate him again, which I will, of course, gladly oblige.
I did want to wear that outfit once or twice more before I started to get too big and couldn't get into it.
Maybe next time Tom might actually ask me to put it on and dominate him.
The thought of that possibility pleased me greatly and continued to please me throughout the day while I was at work.
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