A professional dominatrix allows her adult son to move back
home.  No incest or minors.





   "Damn that son of mine!  I was naïve to think he was ever
going to grow up," Elaine said to herself as she put away the
riding crop, handcuffs and strap-on harness that were among the
many tools of her trade.  She'd gotten the phone call in the
middle of a session.  Steve, her son, had overdosed. He was
expected to be ok after a couple days in the hospital.  Her
client was understanding, but she was a professional and didn't
like to disappoint a customer.  She rushed upstairs from her
"dungeon" to her bedroom and changed into more comfortable, not
to mention more appropriate attire.

   As she drove to the hospital she thought about her past.  A
struggling teen single mother working one menial job after
another until she found her calling as a dominatrix.  Then some
good luck with investments.  Now, at 41 she should be enjoying
the prime of her life instead of bearing the burden of the
recently divorced, selfish, macho man-child who was her son.  It
was terrible how he had cheated on his wife.  Elaine still wasn't
certain he hadn't physically abused her.  Sarah and the twins,
Elaine's precious granddaughters, were now living half way across
the country, and she had her son to thank for it.

   Elaine was sitting beside Steve's bed when he woke up.  His
voice was a little weak as he apologized for everything he had
done.  He told his mother he was miserable and didn't think he
could go on.  He asked if he could move back home for awhile.

Elaine had heard his apologies so many times, but now she saw her
chance to teach him a lesson.  She remained silent for a few
seconds, and said,

   "Son, you know how I feel about what you've done to Sarah and
the girls. Surely you realize what I'll require from you if you
move back home.  I will not stand for what your wife put up with
for one second."

   "I know, Mom."

   "There'll be no whining, no negotiating.  And you won't
backslide -- you won't have a chance to.  You remember how I
dealt with my clients?  That's the way your life will be 24/7. 
You will obey my every whim.  To put it plainly, you'll be my
slave, and I will be your Goddess, for as long as I desire.  Are
you sure you understand what I'm telling you?"

   Steve was sobbing now.  "I understand Mom.  You're right,
you're absolutely right.  It's what I need.  Please let me come
home.  I'll agree to everything you say, I promise.  I can't make
it alone.  Please, Mom, I love you."

   "I love you too, Steven.  If you truly mean what you say, I
want your promise that whatever papers you're asked to sign,
you'll sign.  Trust me that it's for your own good."

   Steve agreed.  His mother kissed him and left.

   Elaine filed for full power of attorney over her son.  She had
what was left of his assets put into her name and transferred all
his money to her account.  She later sold his car as well as most
of his personal possessions.  He was left with virtually nothing
to call his own, and without any real ability to leave.

   Steve was released from the hospital the next day.  He didn't
say much as Elaine drove him home.  He couldn't help staring at
his petite, raven-haired mother as she handled her turbo-charged
Porsche like an ancient warrior princess handled her steed.  Her
gorgeous, toned curves were set off by a thin white sweater sans
bra, a black leather micro skirt, tan hose, and white pumps.  He
thought about his mother's career as a domme, and he knew pretty
much everything she did with her clients. Although she didn't
expose him directly to anything when he was a child, she wasn't
ashamed of her unusual profession, and she talked openly about
it.  As he grew, she answered his questions as honestly as she
could. Still, even though he had agreed to everything in the
hospital, he was anxious and unsure of what was going to happen.
He was also more than a little excited.

   As soon as they got in the door of Elaine's house, she said,
"Ok Steven, strip down......Now!  Underwear included,
everything."

   "What?  Come on, Mom, I can't--"

   "Strip I said!"

   Elaine was 5'2'' and her son a strapping 6'1'', but when he
looked down into his mother's green eyes, he knew he better not
disobey.  Steve began taking off his clothes without another
sound.

   Elaine hadn't seen her son naked since he was a child, and she
had to stifle a gasp at how much he had "grown" so to speak.  No
wonder he was popular with the ladies.  She ignored his anatomy
and told him that the first thing he needed was a good
old-fashioned spanking.  She sat down in an armless chair and
pointed to her lap.  As Steve lay over it, he caught a whiff of
the leather scent of his mother's skirt, and he shuddered a
little as his hard cock rested against her hose.  Elaine used a
wooden paddle coated with what felt like fine-grain sand paper. 
She gave him 25 very hard whacks, stopping for a second between
each one so that he could say, "Thank you, Mom." As she paddled
him she told him how ashamed he should be, how he wasn't raised
to do what he did, and how none of what will happen to him is
nearly as bad as he deserves.  When she was finished, his ass was
extremely red, and he was a little unsteady on his legs, probably
due to still being weak from his OD.  Elaine thought she might
have gone a little too far that first time, but she had so much
pent up anger.  She let him relax for the rest of the day, and
told him that tomorrow would be the start of his new life.

   The next morning Elaine walked into her son's room wearing
thigh high black leather stiletto boots, burgundy thong panties
without a skirt, a cropped black leather jacket, and under it a
cleavage-friendly white blouse tied above her flat, toned
midriff.  She carried a short whip in her hand and awakened Steve
by striking him once across the stomach.  He stumbled up as fast
as he could, confused and a little frightened.  She stood with
her hands on her hips, looking as dominant as possible.

   "Kneel, Steven."

   "Yes, Mom."

   Elaine turned around 180 degrees, facing away from her son,
and said, with her hands still on her hips, "You don't deserve to
see my face.  Just stare at the moons."

   "The Moons?"

   "My ass, sweetie. Just stare at my ass."

   "Oh."

   "Despite everything I've tried to do for you, all the
advantages I've worked to give you, you've dishonored and
humiliated your wife and kids, and destroyed your family.  You're
pathetic, Steven.  You're incapable of autonomy, you've proven
that, but I guess I'm as much to blame as you are."

   "No, it's not your fault Mom."

   "Shut up.  From now on, you're my slave and you will obey my
every word, efficiently and cheerfully, without any backtalk.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes Mother.  I promise I'll serve and obey you as long as
you'll have me."

   "Good.  From now on, you're my maid, cook, housekeeper, valet,
yard man, and whatever else I need.  You will cede complete
control of your mind and your body to me.  You'll place yourself
completely in my hands, enduring any physical or mental
discipline I deem appropriate, trusting that I won't permanently
injure you and that ultimately, I will make you a better person."

   "Yes, Mom.  Thank you."

   "Kiss each moon, then rise."

   With fear and trembling, Steve planted a kiss on each bare
cheek of his mom's derriere.

   Elaine walked across the room to a chest of drawers and pulled
out a pair of pink flip flops.  "Put these on, Steven.  They are
the only apparel you'll wear for the foreseeable future.  You
won't be leaving the house for a long time.  I'll spend most of
today by your side, teaching you how to cook for me, clean, and
do your daily chores."

   That night she put a small mattress at the foot of her own bed
and shackled Steve's leg to her bedpost.  She cuffed his hands
and gave him with a bottle of water to drink and a container
should he need to pee.  The next morning he began his first full
day as her domestic servant.

   Elaine felt that rituals would help her son become more
compliant and respectful.  She developed a ceremony which
required Steve to kneel before her twice a day to kiss her feet
and worship her.  She made him memorize many simple prayers such
as:

   "I praise and adore you, Oh Goddess who gave me life. Born of
your sacred yoni, nourished by your bountiful breasts, I dedicate
my life to you. If I should think of disobeying you, may the mere
memory of your presence bring me to my knees."

   Maintenance discipline was also part of her program.  She
spanked and whipped Steve every Friday night using her skills as
a professional domme. But what humiliated him the most was not
the elaborate punishments, techniques, and tools.  It was
something much simpler.  Elaine had him hold his own head still
by gripping the back of it with his hands while she stood in
front of him and slapped his face.  First one hand, then the
other in quick succession for about 20 slaps.  Steve kept
thinking how easily he could overpower his tiny mother and put
her in her place.  But that was unthinkable.  Almost.

   Elaine, having been a dominatrix for so long, knew that a good
approach to keep a chauvinistic ladies' man like her son in line
was to maintain total control over his body.  She felt free to
touch and handle any part of him.  Sometimes she slapped his
penis or twisted his nipples as she passed by.  She reminded him
that she had a greater right to his person than anyone, since she
had created and given birth to him.  She began to change his
appearance by putting him on a yoga-based, aerobic exercise
routine and replacing one of his daily meals with a liquid
nutritional supplement until he lost most of his macho physique.

   After he'd gained some skill with daily domestic chores,
Elaine taught her son valet service.  She had him dress her in
the morning and undress her at night.  Whenever he removed an
article of clothing he kissed it.  He combed her long, beautiful
wavy hair and gave her manicures and pedicures. One day as he was
polishing his mother's toenails, his cock started growing until
it began to throb.  He ignored it, but by the time he was
finished, a small string of pre-cum was hanging from the end of
his shaft.  Elaine said nothing.  She knew he couldn't help it,
but this was the last straw.  It was time for a chastity belt.

   She used chastity belts in her work, but the ones she kept for
customers weren't good for long term wear.  She measured her
son's penis without telling him why and bought a specially made
tube which required a piercing.


   One morning she told Steve to meet her in the dungeon.  He saw
her walk in with a tray containing the chastity tube and piercing
equipment in plain sight.  She was wearing only a red U-plunge
bra above her waist and super-tight, camel-toe blue jeans with
black high heel sandals below. There was a long, high table
nearby, and Elaine put the tray on one side of the table.  Steve
was very nervous when he saw what she was up to.

   "Come on, Mom, no way, not necessary."

   "It's absolutely necessary, Steve.  What part of your body has
caused the most trouble for you, not to mention for your family?
You have to be conscious of your own lust if you're ever going to
control it, and besides, you know I won't let anything harm
you......Spread your legs a little, honey."

   Steve, with some hesitation, obeyed his beautiful mother.  The
cool tile beneath his feet, along with what was about to happen,
made his entire body shiver.  Elaine gripped her son's penis from
the underside.  His erection grew longer and harder in her palm.
She smirked, and shook her head as she said,

   "See, Steven, even you know it's not going to be that bad."

   She squeezed a little harder.  Steve was humiliated when once
again, a long string of pre-cum appeared at the end.  He watched
it drop pitifully onto his mother's wrist.  He thrust his hips -
he couldn't help it.  Elaine pulled her hand away as though she
were touching a hot poker.

   "Don't you dare come, Steven!"

   "I won't, Mom," he whispered, as he took one deep breath after
another, trying to gain control of himself.  Elaine knew she
better get this done. She didn't want her son ejaculating before
she put him in chastity.

   "Honey, I can't wait all day for you to calm down and get
soft." Less than a half second after she said that, she grabbed
his scrotum with her left hand and squeezed hard.

   "Owwwwww!.  Mom, what the -"

   "Hush!"

   Elaine pulled and twisted, the red polish on her long talons
looking like the bloody teeth of a crazed beast.

   "Yes, that's what I want," she said, as they both watched his
penis shrivel up.

   She released her grip. "Go over and back up to the edge of the
table, but remain standing."

   Steve staggered over and obeyed.  He reached back and grabbed
on to the table edge with both hands, holding tight.  Once again
Elaine gripped her son's penis.  It grew, but his testicles still
hurt too much to allow for a full erection.  Elaine worked
quickly.  With the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, she
spread his urethra wide open and inserted a small, hollow
receiving tube inside.  Steve's eyes widened and he instinctively
tried to pull away.

   "It's ok, Steven.  Don't look at it, just keep your eyes on my
cleavage."

   Steve did as he was told.  His mom's tits were hot, no denying
that.  He winced and held tight to the edge of the table as
Elaine pushed the piercing needle into the underside of his cock
and into the bottom of the receiving tube.  He concentrated
solely on the steady rise and fall of his mom's chest. He wasn't
sure how much time had passed when he heard her say, "All Done!"
He looked down and saw a gold ring through the end of his cock,
attached to a transparent tube which encased the rest.  There was
some discomfort, but not as much as he'd feared.

   "Son, this is a very light-weight tube which will keep you
chaste but allow your piercing to heal without putting too much
pressure on it. You'll be able to serve me now without your penis
lewdly bouncing around as you do your work."

   Steve continued to stare at what had been done to him as
Elaine took a long chain with a key and put it around her neck,
allowing the key to nestle between her breasts.

   "Ok, honey, eyes up.  Look again at my breasts.  Good boy. 
Now, as you can see, I'm wearing the key which goes to your belt.
 This is where it will stay until I'm ready to unlock you."

   Elaine then did something Steve didn't expect.  She pursed her
lips and winked at him as she crossed her arms in a way that
pushed her breasts together and made her cleavage even more
prominent.  She began to sway seductively while hooking her
thumbs under her bra-straps and slowly pulling them down.  Steve
couldn't believe it, but he sure wasn't complaining.  She arched
her head back and pushed her chest out as she unhooked the bra
and let it fall.  Steve felt his cock start to grow inside the
tube, but his pleasure lasted less than a microsecond.  He yelled
as intense pain shot all up and down his shaft.  Elaine stopped
her strip-tease, put her hands on her hips and glared at her son.

   "Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it," she smirked.  "I neglected to
tell you. Your chastity tube has dozens of tiny little spikes all
up and down the inner surface, molded right into the hard
plastic.  Whenever your penis starts to swell even the least
little bit, the spikes will remind it that swelling is a no-no. 
You're going to have to control your lustful thoughts, honey,
even in your sleep."

   His mother was right.  Every time Steven got hard in his
sleep, the spikes woke him up.  His cock finally seemed to get
the hint, or maybe he just got used to it.  After a few days he
was able to sleep most of the night.  Except for regular hygiene,
which Elaine closely supervised, she let him out of the tube for
only two minutes every fortnight to masturbate. The belt was
locked back on after two minutes, regardless of whether he
ejaculated.  This was done to keep him from building up too much
semen, and to condition him to be a premature ejaculator.

   Even after all of this, Elaine sensed that her son still
didn't quite understand what she was trying to get across.  There
was one more thing she needed to do to break him of his feelings
of male superiority completely. It was something she felt she
couldn't do herself.

   One day as Steve was doing his usual chores, Elaine told him
that she'd finish his work and that he needed to go down into the
dungeon.  He was puzzled, but he did as he was told.  Waiting
down there were seven dominant women.  Seeing them startled Steve
considerably, since he had rarely come in contact with anyone
except his mother during his time as a slave.  They were all
wearing leather thigh-high boots and leather bras.  Each one was
also wearing a strap-on dildo.  They all started laughing at him
and making fun of him.

   "Whew, look at that, Denise!  Nice tight ass.  He's kind of
thin and willowy for a man though, wouldn't you say?

   "Man?  Whatever he is, he ain't a man, baby."

   "Yeah, and look at his dick!  It's all caged up.  Poor little
boy."

   Steve was in a stunned daze as they hurled more insults at
him.  They encircled him, one woman pushing him toward the other,
then to another and back again.  One tall blonde hustled him to a
chair and over the back of it, face forward.  She clutched his
waist like a vice and positioned herself.  Steve shuddered as she
entered him.  Although it was painful, he was grateful that she
was using a lot of lube.  As he was being taken, the others
laughed at him, ridiculed him, grabbed parts of his body, and
slapped his face.  When the blonde was tired, another woman took
her turn.

   "That's it, Tonya!  Fuck that bitch!  Own him, own him!"

   He felt his head being raised as a woman stood in front and
cupped his face in her hands.  At the same time, the woman taking
him from behind grabbed his balls and squeezed.  As soon as his
mouth flew open in pain, the woman in front shoved her strap-on
between his lips and started humping. When each had her turn and
they finally finished with him, Steve was sobbing in a fetal
position on the floor.

He didn't even know when allthe women left.  He suddenly realized
that he wasn't being touched and thathe hadn't heard a sound for
awhile.  When he got to his knees he felt a bigglob of lube ooze
out of him and down the back of his thigh.  In fact, most of his
legs felt wet.  That's when he remembered how he ended up on the
floor.  He had peed and the women got angry and threw him there.

   Steve turned toward the opposite wall. There he saw his
mother, sitting on her throne, right there in the dungeon. She
was wearing a silver demi-cup bustier, short skirt and sandals.
Her left leg was crossed over her right in the traditional
feminine manner, but she made it look like a power-pose.  Elaine
pointed to her left foot.  He crawled toward her.  He cupped her
foot in his hands and kissed it.

   "Steven, you understand why, right?"

   Steve understood.  He truly belonged to his Goddess now.


End