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