Mommy's Special Medicine - Chapter 3

Toby

Had Toby ever felt a moment of such complete and utter contentment before? He considered the luxuriously soft bed beneath him, the indulgent silk duvet that cocooned his body with warmth and most of all, the gorgeous woman cuddled up to him, her breasts resting against his back and an arm protectively wrapped around his waist, and concluded that it was very unlikely.

It was the first morning in his 25 years of life that he'd woke up with a beautiful woman beside him (or any woman for that matter) and after years dreaming of this very moment, somehow it was even better than he'd imagined. Admittedly in none of those fantasies had it been his Mother laying beside him! Nor had he still been a virgin with a steel cage locked around his cock! Yet after the events of the last few weeks, none of that seemed to matter in the slightest. 

Toby's life had changed immeasurably since his Mother first had him sniff down a dose of his special medicine to ease a bad case of first date nerves. Of course he knew now that her intention hadn't been to help him cope with nerves at all, but to curb the selfish behaviour he'd displayed in attempting to abandon the woman who'd raised him. If he really thought about it, Toby still didn't quite understand why it was so selfish to desire a loving girlfriend and a life of his own. Everyone else seemed to, so why was it so wrong for him? 

But before he could dwell on such thoughts for long his Mother would come along with another dose of his medicine and perhaps a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage, and Toby soon forgot all about questioning his new station in life. In a way he supposed the medicine had helped with his nerves, as long as he accepted what his Mother told him and obeyed without question, he would never have to worry about anything ever again.

The highs of those first 24 hours under his Mother's control were something Toby would never forget. Kissing his Mother's legs, feeling her ass grind into his lap and even sucking on her nipple as her magic hands brought him to orgasm were some of the greatest moments of his life! Over the weeks since however the two of them had settled into a rather more mundane routine, though not one without it's perks. While he wouldn't say he particularly enjoyed the mountain of household chores that filled each of his days; the evenings snuggled up to his Mother on the sofa, feeling her body pressed tightly against his own, more than made up for it.

The trouble was, he started to enjoy those Mother/son evenings in front of the TV a little too much for his own good. It was his medicine that was to blame, he was sure of it. There was no doubt it improved his behaviour, so he understood why his Mother insisted he continue to take it; but it also made him so damn horny he could barely think straight. Every night as he lay there cuddling up to his Mother, his cock was rock hard between his legs, poking up like a tent pole beneath his pyjama bottoms. Frankly he was amazed she had never noticed it!

Bed-time, which for Toby was now at 20:30 sharp, offered no relief from his all-consuming arousal. Alone in the darkness he would lie for hours with lustful thoughts of his Mother spinning around his head. Every night without fail he would find himself hunched over his laptop, face illuminated by the pale blue light of its screen as he jerked his cock to his favourite porn sites; but somehow cumming just didn't satisfy him like it used to. He simply couldn't understand why he was so horny all day, yet when he got a chance to relieve himself it felt like there was something... missing.

Exactly what that 'missing' thing was became painfully obvious the night he stumbled upon 'Mommyporn.net.' Ever since, he'd scrolled near enough the entire internet hunting down taboo videos and stories which he spent every night bingeing, fantasising that he and his Mother were the title characters. For weeks Toby enjoyed this little routine, until last night his Mother's innocent check of his internet history sparked a fury in her the likes of which he'd never seen before! 

Toby winced as he recalled the beating his Mother had given him. As he lay tied to the dining room table she'd taken the cane to his virgin bottom and unleashed a flurry of blows that stripped the skin from his ass; leaving him bleeding and bruised, with tears streaming down his cheeks. It was an agony that he could never have imagined before his Mother forced it upon him and by the end he'd been screaming with pain, utterly delirious and feeling like he was about to lose his mind.

But just as he was at his absolute lowest his Mother had come swooping in, wrapping him in her arms and comforting him like a child. She'd explained how she loved him and didn't want to hurt him; she simply had no choice when he displayed such disgusting behaviour, sexualising his Mother for his own gratification, that he needed to be punished. In his broken and vulnerable state, Toby lapped up every word. He was wrong to do what he did and his Mother was just doing what was best for him. How could he possibly believe that his lovely, kind Mother who hugged and comforted him like this had anything other than his best interests at heart?

As Toby sobbed into her shoulder, his Mother had told him she could make all his problems go away. She could remove the pride and ego which led to such bad behaviour and make sure he didn't act on his perfectly normal attraction to her in a disrespectful way. All he had to do was sit back, keep taking his medicine and let Mommy take away all those nasty little freedoms that had led him to act so selfishly. Desperate not to disappoint his loving Mother any more than he already had, Toby agreed without hesitation.

His Mother had wasted no time in stripping away the first of those freedoms; taking full control of his cock and locking it in a chastity cage to prevent Toby giving in to his inappropriate urges. He had to admit the thought of wearing this cage 24/7 filled him with dread. How could he possibly cope with the constant arousal without his nightly relief? Even with nightly relief he was maddeningly horny, so being denied that would surely drive him insane!

Toby's thoughts snapped back to reality when his Mother, as though she could sense his worries, shifted position and slipped her hands between his legs, giving his caged dick a playful squeeze.

"Morning sleepyhead," she grinned, cuddling up closer so her cheek pressed against his "how's my locked up boy doing? No little night-time mishaps I hope."

"N-no Mom, erm I mean Mommy," Toby corrected himself. "I won't touch myself like that again, I promise."

"I know you won't, that's why you're Mommy's special boy," she smiled, before giving him a big, wet kiss on the cheek "now come on, it's time to get up. We've got a big day ahead of us!"

With that Toby's peaceful start to the day was shattered. His Mother slid her delicious body away from him, threw back the covers and pushed herself out of bed; leaving Toby feeling all of a sudden very anxious at the prospect of what might lie ahead of him once he left the safety of his Mother's bed-sheets.

"Since we have such a busy day ahead of us, I'm afraid you're going to have to skip breakfast," his Mother said, reaching into her bedside drawer and removing a familiar brown bottle "but don't you worry, Mommy will make sure you don't miss out on your medicine."

She unscrewed the cap, leaned forward and held the bottle out to him. Being very used to this drill by now, Toby automatically propped himself upright so that his nostrils touched the rim of the bottle and inhaled deeply. Within seconds, he was rewarded with the euphoric buzz and tingling between his legs that he'd come to know and love.

As always during the moments after taking his medicine, the room was shimmering and the morning light that streamed through the window took on a fantastical quality, as though he were in a dream. His Mother was always stunning, but now her skin was practically glowing! She was so beautiful Toby found it hard to believe that she wasn't some kind of Goddess, come down from the heavens to grace him with her presence.

"Come on darling," his Mother smiled sweetly as she offered him her hand "come to Mommy. It's time to start stripping away all that pride and ego, just like I promised."

It was like Toby was in a trance. Whenever he sniffed up his medicine, everything his Mother said just sounded so reasonable. Of course he had to let her do this to him. His pride was making him unhappy, it made him do silly, selfish things that disappointed the one woman who'd ever loved him. He needed his Mommy to help stamp it out of him; his Mommy would make everything better. 

Toby took his Mother's hand and let her pull him to his feet. Then still hand-in-hand, she led him out the bedroom door, down the hallway and into the bathroom where, resting on the edge of the sink where she'd left it last night, was the key to Toby's chastity device. She scooped up the key, pinching between her fingers and wiggled it gleefully.

"Alright honey, let's get started shall we?" His Mother grinned. "Now for this first little adjustment we'll need to take off your cage but don't you worry, Mommy will make sure your cock is safely locked away again just as soon as we're done."

A few minutes ago the fact his freedom was to be only fleeting may have left Toby feeling disappointed; however in his hazy, drugged up state he simply accepted what he was told. It was a good thing that he wouldn't be free for long. If his cock wasn't caged he might be tempted to touch it again, to give in to his urges and disappoint his Mother like he had last night. No, he thought to himself, he was glad his Mother was going to lock away his cock. He wanted to be in chastity for her, he needed her to control his life; his Mommy knew what was best for him, all Toby needed to worry about was doing as he was told.

"Right then, time to get started," his Mother beamed. "Let's see how Mommy's cock's doing shall we?"

His Mother reached down, unlocked the steel cage and worked the device away from her son's cock. For a moment she peered down at his small, flacid penis with a look somewhere between satisfaction and pride, then reached into the bathroom cabinet and produced a large can of shaving foam and a sharp, single blade razor, both of which she placed on the edge of the sink beside her.

"Now the first step to getting rid of that little ego of yours is to remove all that unsightly body hair," his Mother explained, sneering as she trace a finger across the light carpet of hair which covered his chest "you're never going to learn your place when you look like a big, hairy man are you? No, you're a sweet, timid boy who needs looking after, and Mommy is going to make sure you look like one."

Toby had never been particularly hairy, but even so the thought of being shaved like some hairless rat was mortifying! Still with last nights beating fresh in the mind and his special medicine still pumping through his veins, he didn't dare offer any resistance. Instead he simply watched as his Mother squirted a mound of crisp, white foam into her hand and began to lather it over his cock, balls and pubic hair.

Within seconds Toby's worries were driven from his mind as the touch of his Mother's soft hands between his legs drove him wild with desire. Suddenly nothing mattered but the beautiful woman slathering cream up the length of his rapidly hardening cock. Toby couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure as his Mother's finger slipped across his skin.

"Come on, let's get that willy nice and hard for Mommy. It will be much easier to shave with a little something to hold on to."

Toby's cock sprang to attention at his Mother's command, allowing her to grip its shaft and begin to carefully drag the razor across her son's skin. With a steady hand she scraped away the shaving foam to reveal the bare skin below, pale and smooth as that of a new born baby. She made her way over every inch of skin between his legs, then worked away at his balls and finally ran the razor up and down the shaft of Toby's cock until there wasn't a single hair remaining. 

"Perfect," his Mother declared, taking a moment to admire her handiwork. "That's a much more appropriate look for my sweet, innocent boy. No-one would mistake you for a real man now would they?"

Toby looked down at his freshly shaved genitals with a sick fascination and couldn't help but agree. 

"Well it's a good start anyway, we've still got a long way to go yet," his Mother went on, taking the razor and bottle of foam from the sink and thrusting them into his hands. "Now Mommy's going to take a nice hot shower downstairs. While I'm gone, I want you to take these and make sure your whole body is as lovely and smooth as that little willy of yours. Then you'll lock yourself back in chastity again and bring the key to Mommy in her bedroom. Understand?"

"Yes Mommy," Toby replied meekly.

"Good boy," his Mother smiled, and rewarded him with another kiss on the cheek before slipping out the door and leaving him alone.

This was the first moment of privacy Toby’d had since his Mother had burst into his room last night and suddenly he felt the weight of the surreal events that had since played out. His own Mother had tied him up, beaten him and locked a metal cage around his cock! Now she was forcing him to shave the hair from his entire body! This wasn’t normal, a small voice in his head whispered, it wasn’t right for her to treat him this way. But as always since he’d started taking his medicine, it was a voice Toby ignored; it was that sort of thinking that got him in trouble in the first place. No, he needed to do as his Mother told him, and keep taking his medicine to stop harmful thoughts like this from leading him astray.

Resigned to his fate, Toby got to work coating his skin with shaving foam and gradually shaving his body free of hair. It was a painstaking process but, fearful that failure would lead to another caning, Toby took his time to make sure he removed every single hair. Every time he thought he was done another pesky patch seemed to appear, but eventually after what felt like hours, Toby was finally satisfied he’d done a good job. From under his arms and across his chest, right down his now silky smooth legs to the very tips of his toes, there wasn’t a hair in sight.

Following his Mother's instructions to the letter, Toby slipped the chastity device back over his cock, locked it shut and ventured out of the bathroom to return the key to its rightful owner. Now he was shaved, somehow he felt even more naked than he had before; it was like a part of him had been removed, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. Suppressing a shiver as the cold air chilled his newly smooth skin, he quickly made his way to his Mother's bedroom.

Any shame he felt as a result of his hairless body evaporated when he saw how happy the sight of it made his Mother. The second she laid eyes on him her face broke out into a radiant grin and her eyes shone with pride. She practically squealed with delight and cooed as though he was an adorable little puppy she’d just seen for the first time.

“Awww, you look so cute! Come here sweetie, let me take a look at you.”

Toby stood still as his Mother came across to inspect him. She examined him closely, pulling apart his butt cheeks, lifting his arms and checking every crease and crevice to make sure he hadn’t missed a spot. Though he’d taken care not to leave a single hair, Toby still worried there might be a tricky to see spot he’d missed, so it was a relief when his Mother gave him a satisfied smile and ran her finger over his now perfectly shaved chest.

“Well done,” she congratulated him eagerly. “That’s better isn’t it? No more nasty body hair for you; just nice, smooth skin for my sweet, well behaved boy.”

“Yes Mommy, it’s much better thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Now I know it isn’t the quickest process, shaving by hand like that but don’t worry, Mommy has arranged for you to have an appointment at the hair clinic to get all that hair lasered off permanently. Soon you’ll never need to worry about shaving again!”

The thought of having his body permanently altered brought a worm of fear to Toby’s stomach, but under his Mother’s intense gaze he daren’t object. Instead he just smiled and dumbly nodded along, agreeing to whatever his Mother wanted. After all, she always knew what was best for him.

“I see you also remembered to lock yourself back in your little cage, I trust you brought Mommy the key like she asked?” His Mother queried, holding out her hand expectantly.

“Ah yes… yes of course,” he placed the key delicately into her palm.

“Good boy.”

Toby watched with interest as his Mother scooped up a gold chain from her dresser and slid it through the head of the key. She then brought each end of the chain behind her neck and fastened them shut so that it became a necklace. Toby’s eyes were irresistibly drawn to where the key to his chastity cage now lay nestled between his Mother’s pert breasts.

“What do you think?” His Mother asked innocently “Do you like Mommy’s new necklace? I thought it would be nice to keep your key close to my heart; to show you how much it means that you’ve given up your freedom for me.”

“I-I love it,” Toby stammered.

“Yes I thought you might! Why don’t you give it a little kiss? Show Mommy how happy you are that she locked your little willy away.”

Toby’s heart seemed to stop in his chest and his cock swelled with excitement. He hardly dared to believe what he was hearing. After weeks in a horny drug fueled haze, allowed to look but (since that first day under her control anyway) not touch his Mother’s stunning body, was he now being invited back for another taste? Slowly, as though rushing would scare the moment away, he inched his head down towards his Mother’s chest and pressed his lips against the key. The moment his lips touched the cold metal, he felt his Mother’s hand cup the back of his head and for a few seconds of pure heaven, push his head into her so that it was sandwiched between her bulging breasts. 

Once those glorious seconds had passed and his head was released, Toby was left dazed and more turned on than ever. The touch of his Mother’s soft breasts against his cheeks had engorged his cock so that it throbbed in its cage, his skin bulging through the metal bars as though it were going to burst! His obvious arousal seemed to amuse his Mother greatly.

“Oh look how excited you are! What a good job that cock is safely locked away; I think seeing that it’s best we keep you locked up for a very long time,” his Mother chuckled, then picked up a bottle of moisturiser and slipped it into Toby’s hand “now I know we have a busy day ahead of us, but don’t think you’ll be getting out of your chores. Mommy’s had a nice, hot shower and we don’t want her lovely legs to dry out now do we?”

“No-no Mommy,” Toby stuttered.

“Good. In that case you better get on those knees and start rubbing!”

Obediently, Toby knelt beside his Mother’s bed and squirted moisturiser into his cupped hands. Normally when he moisturised his Mother’s legs she would simply place her foot in his lap or on the floor, but today she perched on the edge of her bed, leaned back and possessively planted her foot at the centre of his smooth chest. Feeling somehow smaller than he did before, Toby got to work rubbing moisturiser into his Mother’s silky smooth legs. As he methodically stroked away, his Mother gazed down at him triumphantly, like a predator sizing up its helplessly cornered prey. 

“Look at you; so sweet, so innocent, you have no idea what’s about to happen to you,” his Mother said softly, playfully lifting her other foot so that her toe stroked Toby's cheek, then gently moved around his face and teasingly brushed against his lips. “But you don’t need to worry about that… you just focus on rubbing on Mommy’s legs like a good boy and let it all happen.”

Toby wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just did as he was told. He kept rubbing moisturiser into his Mother’s legs as he did every morning, until both her calves and thighs were luscious and shiny. Once he was done, his Mother stood, turned and to his surprise, pointed to a spot on the back of the thigh, just below her buttocks. 

“Kiss,” she ordered.

Not needing to be told twice, Toby leaned in and planted a gentle kiss just below his Mother’s finger. She then pointed to the same spot on her other leg, and again Toby pressed his lips affectionately against his Mother’s thigh.

“Good boy,” his Mother sat back down and suddenly her voice took on a more serious tone. “Alright then, now that you look the part, it’s time to get on with the serious work of stripping away that ego so you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble again. From now on I’m going to need you to do everything I say; even if it sounds strange or scary you have to remember I’m doing this for your own good. Understand?”

“Yes Mommy, I understand.”

“Excellent, I know you won’t let me down,” she cupped his cheek kindly “Now before we begin, Mommy is going to have to make a few little adjustments around the house to help you transition into your new life. This will be a lot easier with you out of the way and is also good because it gives me a chance to introduce you to the first of my new rules you’re going to be following.”

Toby tried to suppress the feeling of unease which was steadily building in his chest.

“So at the moment when Mommy leaves the house you’re pretty much free to do as you please aren’t you? Oh of course I know I can trust you to get on with your chores like a good boy, you’ve certainly never let me down before, but after recent events I just don’t feel it’s appropriate for you to have this level of independence.”

What did she mean independence, Toby wondered incredulously, he almost never left the house anymore!

“You see I’m just not comfortable with you doing things when I’m not around to supervise, it might put silly ideas in your head that you can cope without being reliant on Mommy to run your life and we both know that just isn’t true,” his Mother went on, her kind tone making the patronising message seem so reasonable “so from now on, whenever Mommy leaves the house, we’re going to make sure you’re nice and safely tied up, so you don’t have to worry about functioning without me.”

“T-tied up?” Toby sluttered.

“Yes silly, tied up! It’s the only way I can be sure you won’t get into any trouble without me to protect you. There’s lots of exciting ways we can do it, ropes, chains, maybe even wrap you up in clingfilm! I promise we will have lots of fun seeing how many binds we can leave you in.”

“I-I-I don’t…” Toby couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Being tied up every time his Mother left the house? That was insane! She couldn’t do that to him. Whatever was left of his rational mind was desperately trying to stand up to her, but the words just wouldn’t come. The image of his Mother comforting him last night appeared in his head, telling him she’d make everything ok even after he’d behaved so selfishly. No, he had to remember that this was what he needed. His Mother knew what was best for him and if she thought he needed to spend each day tied up and helpless, then she must be right.

“Yes Mommy,” he gave in reluctantly. 

"Good, now stand up and put your feet together for me. We've got a lot to do and there's no time to lose."

As Toby complied with her instruction, his Mother lifted the lid of the wooden clothes chest at the foot of her bed and pulled out a bundle of coarse, green rope. Bending to the floor, she then looped a length of the rope around each of his ankles and secured them tightly together, before tying further ropes just above and below his knees. Though Toby was standing in an upright position, his legs were tied so tightly that he couldn't move so much as an inch without his Mother's assistance.

"There we go, you won't be going anywhere in a hurry now," his Mother smirked with satisfaction "Now come on, let's get you nice and snugly tucked away in your little trunk shall we?"

"M-my little trunk?" Toby didn't understand what she meant, though the penny dropped when his Mother nodded suggestively towards the now empty clothes chest. "Wait, you want me to get in there?!"

"Yes, it's the perfect place to keep you safely shut away while I make all the necessary preparations. Hurry now, get in and lie on your tummy. I don't want to ask twice."

For the first time since his beating last night, Toby felt a genuine urge to resist. Perhaps the worst of the drugs were wearing off or perhaps it was the fact he'd always been a little claustrophobic, but every fibre of his being was screaming for him not to get into that trunk. Though even if Toby had the will to defy his Mother, with his legs so completely immobilised he was completely at her mercy. He knew one way or another she'd get what she wanted, and he really didn't want to disappoint her again. So with no real choice in the matter he took a deep breath, pushed his fears aside and awkwardly manoeuvred his way into the thin, coffin-like clothes chest.

As soon as his belly touched the hard wooden floor, it became immediately clear that he wasn't going to fit comfortably inside. There was only an inch or two between his face and the side of the chest yet the box only ran as far as his knees, forcing him to bend his legs so that his bound feet poked comically out the top. 

His Mother didn't seem to see this as a problem however, and quickly went about completing his bondage. She wrapped rope around his wrists to cuff them tightly together then added another tie at his elbows, painfully pulling them until they touched. The strain on his shoulders had Toby wincing, though his Mother showed no sympathy and simply went about her work; levering his feet down so that the ropes binding his wrists and ankles were brought together, before looping a final length of rope between the two and forcing her son into a strict hogtie.

Toby whimpered pathetically, his sense of fear building as the strict tie left him feeling more helpless and vulnerable than ever before. The sound brought a smile to his Mother's face as she knelt beside him and stroked his back affectionately.

"There there baby, I know it's scary but remember Mommy's doing this for your own good," she said soothingly.

"I-I know," Toby croaked, trying not to cry.

"Mommy's really proud of you today, letting me tie you up like this, it shows that you really do want to get better."

"Thank you," he spoke with a little more conviction, genuinely consoled by the fact his Mother was proud of him.

"In fact, you've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a little reward."

She disappeared for a few moments, then made her way back to the top of the clothes chest where she stood towering over his bound body. At first Toby was too taken aback by the way her long legs rose up from the lid of the chest like skyscrapers to pay any attention to the large white basket she held in her hands. It wasn't until she held it out to him that he realised his Mother was holding her laundry basket over his head.

"Look what Mommy got for you!" She exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp of delight. "All Mommy's dirty clothes from the last two weeks, and now you get to snuggle up to them while you wait for me to come home."

Without waiting for him to respond, she upended the basket and poured its contents into the chest. Within seconds Tobys was covered with his Mother's dirty clothes, from jeans and t-shirts to bras and panties, the sweaty, worn garments covered his body like a blanket. 

"Ohh look at you all covered in Mommy's clothes, what a lucky boy you are!" His Mother clapped her hands together in elation. "But that's not all, look at this little treat Mommy saved for you." 

She reached to the ground and picked up a balled up pair of socks that must have once been white, but were so worn that the soles were stained with a light brown tinge.

"These are Mommy's gym socks, I've been wearing the same pair for weeks so they're nice and sweaty for you," she explained eagerly. "They must taste just like Mommy’s feet; I bet you can't wait to try them! Come on, open wide."

Clearly certain Toby would see this as an incredibly enticing prospect, his Mother gave him no chance to refuse and pushed her filthy socks between his lips, stuffing them in until his mouth was filled with the damp cotton.

"Mmmph," Toby groaned as his tongue was overpowered by the musty taste of two weeks worth of dirt and sweat. It filled his mouth like no flavour he'd ever come across before, though bizarrely there was a part of him that almost enjoyed the taste of it!

"Oh I know, I bet they're delicious aren't they?" His Mother grinned "actually that reminds me, I'd better not forget this…"

After a quick rummage through her handbag, she pulled out a thick roll of masking tape, ripped off a small piece and used it to seal Toby's mouth shut.

"There you go, now you don't have to worry about them accidently slipping out while I'm gone," she happily informed her now gagged son, before shooting a glance down at her watch and raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh my, is that the time? We've just had such fun I completely lost track of it!" 

Toby could only watch and squirm in his restraints as his Mother hurried to her dressing table and returned holding a pair of clearly worn white panties in one hand, and a bottle of his special medicine in the other.

"To think I almost ran out of time to give you your last little present," she tutted, shaking her head as she soaked the crotch of the panties with his medicine. "Mommy's been wearing these panties for you all night. I must admit, I worked up quite a sweat spanking that bottom of yours yesterday, so they should be nice and smelly for you. Here you go."

Toby's Mother bent down and clamped the drug soaked panties over his nose. With his mouth sealed shut he had no option but to sniff in the potential fumes which mingled with the scent of his Mother's pussy. Some primal instinct had him bucking uselessly against the ropes that held him, but the fit only lasted a moment. Once the drugs enveloped him in their euphoric warmth, his body went limp and pleasurable sensations began to flow through his veins. Toby's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the hard-on which had subsided during his ordeal was back with a vengeance, practically pulsating as it fought against its metal prison.

"That's it my darling, just let the medicine do its work."

His Mother's whispering voice was like nectar in his ears; so calming, so soothing. It didn't matter what she said; he just had to listen and obey. It was all so distracting, he barely noticed as two more strips of tape were gently applied to hold the panties in place.

"Alright sweetie, it's time for me to leave you alone now. I know you hate to be away from Mommy but don't worry, I promise I'll be back real soon and we will have so much fun introducing you to your new life."

With that she gave him a final, lingering kiss on the cheek and gently closed the lid of the trunk, shutting Toby alone in the darkness. In less than an hour the poor boy had gone from waking happy and content next to a beautiful woman to being locked in pitch black, trussed up like a pig with his body shaved, the taste of his Mother’s feet filling his mouth and her panties taped across his face. Yet somehow, when he moaned and groaned in the inky blackness, it wasn't through fear, anger or pain; No, they were moans of sheer, uncontrollable pleasure.

Grace

Visiting Catherine was always a treat, but today Grace was more excited than ever to meet up with her oldest friend. The two of them had been partners in crime over the last few weeks, delighting in plotting Toby's downfall together. Since Catherine was the one who developed Toby's 'special medicine' and had extensive experience using it to curb her own son's errant behaviour, there was no-one better placed to help Grace bring her plans to life. Today was going to be a busy one, but after all Catherine's input, Grace was happy to find time to fill her in on last night's debauchery. Plus with a bit of luck, the package she'd promised to have sent over from the lab might just have arrived in time for her to introduce it to Toby on his big day.

The warm autumn sunshine matched Grace's mood perfectly as she pulled through the gates of her friend's large country estate. The birds were singing, there was a pleasant breeze and her son was tied up at home with her panties taped onto his face; all in all, life was pretty much perfect. She parked up, made her way along the stone path and cheerfully wrapped her knuckles against the thick, wooden door.

"Grace my darling, good morning," Catherine greeted her as she swung open the door "or should I say good afternoon!"

"Oh I am sorry, I was a little delayed. You know how it is, a Mother's work is never done," Grace shot back with a knowing smirk.

"Perfectly understandable my dear, I can't wait to hear all about it."

The two friends pulled each other into a warm embrace, then moved through to the kitchen where Catherine already had a pot of coffee brewing. Grace watched as her friend decanted the steaming brown liquid into a pair of fine china cups and couldn't help but notice she looked as stunning as ever. Catherine was always immaculately presented and today was no different. With her black pencil skirt, crisp white shirt and auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she had the look of a strict headteacher about her, though her tight toned body and angelic face meant she retained an elegant sort of beauty. During their school days their classmates had always labelled Grace as the sexy one, though Grace herself couldn't disagree more.

Over two piping hot cups of coffee, Grace told her friend all about how perfectly the night before had gone. How Toby had been so shocked by her confronting him that he'd raised no resistance as she tied him down and beaten him bloody. How he'd been so utterly broken by the end of it that he'd collapsed into her arms, sobbing and agreeing with every word she poured into his ear. Catherine seemed to particularly enjoy how easily he'd allowed his own Mother to lock him in chastity.

"Sounds like subconsciously he actually wanted you to take control of his cock," she laughed "how good of you to oblige."

"Oh you know me, I'd do anything for my darling son," Grace grinned wolfishly.

"I don't doubt it," Catherine paused thoughtfully. "So tell me, just how far are you planning to take this? After today everything we've planned so far will have come to fruition. You will have your boy under complete control, with no danger of him running off with the first woman who flashes him a smile. Is that the limit of what you wish to accomplish? Or do you want more?"

Grace furrowed her brow as she considered her response. Truthfully, it was a question she'd been asking herself a lot recently.

"Well I must admit, I am rather enjoying myself," she replied carefully. "When this all started I just wanted to make sure I kept Toby all to myself, but having such complete control of him, being the absolute centre of his world like this, it's just been the most thrilling experience of my life!"

"Yes I thought that might be the case, I often find that once my clients have a taste of the power that Aphrobin can bring, they end up craving more. I know I personally found it rather... intoxicating."

"Yes that's the word for it, intoxicating," Grace agreed. "When I see the way he utterly adores me, even as I slowly dismantle his life around him, it's just such a rush! I often find myself fantasising about how far I can take him, I guess I just..."

Grace paused in hesitation.

"Just what?" her friend asked kindly.

"Well I guess I just worry that at some point it will all get a bit much for him," Grace admitted "surely the boy can only be pushed so far before he snaps and decides to stand up for himself?"

"Oh I think you'd be surprised," Catherine paused. looking thoughtful. "You remember my Ryan don't you? Always such a willful boy; A little terror as a child and even worse when he hit his teenage years. Drinking, smoking, staying out all night; I was at my wits end with him."

"Yes I remember him causing you no end of trouble growing up. Though from what I hear, I take it that's no longer the case?"

"Indeed it is not," Catherine grinned "however I think you'll agree that one could push a meek, mild boy like Toby substantially further than it would be possible to do so for someone like Ryan?"

"Well yes, I suppose that makes sense."

"Indeed. In that case, how would you like to pay Ryan a little visit? In the year since I was forced to take drastic measures to prevent him from growing into a degenerate, I've generally kept him away from the public eye. But I think he's well adjusted enough at this stage to cope with some outside interaction and I think it will be very useful for you to see what's possible with sufficient medication and training."

Grace's eyes lit up at the idea. She hadn't seen Ryan since shortly after his 21st birthday, when he'd abandoned his family meal to party with some friends, returning in the early hours so intoxicated that he vomited on his Mother's favourite sheep-skin rug. When she met with Catherine the next day, her friend was more furious than Grace had ever seen her before. Less than two weeks later, Ryan ingested his first dose of an experimental new medication called Aphrobin, and his life changed forever. Catherine had delighted in telling her all about his transformation from a wayward layabout to little more than the family pet, but fearful that seeing someone from his 'old life' could undo her good work, Catherine hadn't risked allowing Grace to actually see the results for herself. Until it seemed, today. 

"Oh yes! I'd like that very much," Grace exclaimed excitedly. 

"Wonderful, in that case, follow me."

Catherine led her out of the kitchen and into the hallway, stopping beside what Grace had always known as the door to her friend's seldom used basement.

"Welcome to Ryan's playroom," Catherine smiled, and pushed open the door.

It was immediately clear that the entire basement had been remodelled since Grace had last seen it. The dull, tiled stairs that had been there before had been replaced by a sturdy metal staircase that sent thundering booms echoing through the room with each step of their heels. As the two women made their way down, they could immediately hear a young woman's voice, talking down to someone as though they were a child. 

"Come on baby brother, I know you can fit at least one more in there."

The staircase opened out onto a floor of solid wood, in the middle of which was a sight that took Grace's breath away. Ryan was practically hung from the ceiling! His wrists were cuffed together with thick, steel shackles, which were in turn attached to a ceiling hook by a chain short enough that he was forced to stand on his tiptoes to stay upright. This task was made harder by the fact that cuffed between his ankles there was a spreader bar, forcing him to keep his legs open in a 'V' shape. 

The boy was completely naked and Grace couldn't help but run her eyes hungrily over his muscular young body. Where Toby was small and soft, Ryan had always been in excellent shape, captain of the football team in school and equipped with the kind of physique that came from years of hard work in the gym. Grace was pleased to see that whatever freedom had been taken from him, he'd retained those particular attributes. She also rather enjoyed the sight of his thick young cock, stuffed into a chastity device so comically small that it looked last though it might explode at any second!

What really caught Grace's eye however, even more than the chiselled chest and six pack abs, was the extreme extent to which something had clearly been stuffed into his mouth! It was full to the brim, his cheeks bulging out like a hamster and his mouth forced open to reveal a mass of red and green. Whatever it was clearly had the boy struggling; his face was bright red and dripping with sweat. It looked for all the world as though he was about to cry. 

Standing next to Ryan's dangling form was a beautiful young woman that Grace instantly recognised as his twin sister Lucy; less than twenty minutes older than her sibling but infinitely more intelligent and driven to succeed. Grace had always thought of her as a shy, well mannered girl, but if looks were anything to go by, she'd gone through almost as dramatic a transformation as her brother!

Her pale blonde hair was still tied in the same cute ponytail she'd always had, but other than that there wasn't a trace of the reserved girl Grace had known. Now Lucy wore a dazzling white corset, tied so tightly her ample breasts looked like they might burst out of it; coupled with a pair of bright pink panties and perfect white stockings which ran down her shapely legs and into a pair of stilettos as strikingly pink as her underwear. The young girl looked absolutely stunning!

It was only after Grace had got over the shock of Lucy's spectacular transformation, that she noticed the small, red object pinched between her thumb and forefinger; which she thought very much resembled some kind of chilli. Suddenly it became clear why poor Ryan was in such discomfort; his sister had crammed his mouth full of spicy chilli peppers! There was surely no way she'd fit another in there, Grace thought to herself, though she was soon proved wrong as Lucy slid a finger into her brother's cheek, pulled it open like a fishhook and forced the extra chilli inside.

"There you go, I told you we could do it," Lucy said, sounding as though she was praising a child. She then turned to retrieve from a small table beside her a roll of masking tape, from which she ripped a small strip and used it to seal her brother's mouth shut. Grace was reminded of her own son, lying in bondage at home with a similar strip of tape across his lips; though all that was sealed within his mouth was her dirty gym socks. Seeing this had her thinking she was spoiling the boy!

"Lucy darling, we have a visitor," Catherine called to her daughter.

Lucy spun around and the second she saw Grace, her face lit up with joy.

"Mrs Miller, how lovely to see you! Mother said you might be dropping by for a peek at our little family dynamic," she beamed.

Ryan too looked up and noticed her for the first time, his eyes widening in alarm. Of course he hadn't seen anyone but his Mother and sister for the past year, so it must be quite a shock for someone outside the family to see him in such a state. Knowing the effect she tended to have on men, Grace didn't doubt the boy was more than a little excited to her too.

Yes it's been far too long," Grace agreed, approaching Ryan with a flash of her 'come to bed' eyes. She ran a seductive finger down the length of his well toned chest and to her excitement she could feel his muscles quivering with strain; though whether it was from the chillis or the chains she could not tell. "I see there have been some changes since I was last here."

"Oh yes some rather significant changes in fact," Catherine added, stepping beside her placing her hand on Ryan's shoulder affectionately. "You see after the little incident at the twins' birthday meal, Ryan's behaviour really started to spiral out of control, didn't it dear?"

Ryan, still red faced and sweating from a mouth full of chilli, gave a shameful nod of agreement.

"It was all really quite concerning, alongside his usual lack of respect for rules and selfish attitude, he even started to lust after the bodies of his own Mother and sister can you believe?!"

"No!" Grace gave an exaggerated gasp. It wasn't difficult to guess the sudden cause of that particular issue.

"I'm afraid so," Catherine went on seriously. "We quickly learned that the only way to curb this disgusting behaviour was through strict discipline. Of course we tried kinder approaches and there was one particular medication that worked rather well, but nothing seemed to have quite such a positive effect as regular, severe beatings and punishment."

"Well it sounds to me like you didn't have much of a choice."

"No we certainly didn't," Catherine agreed "and while it may have taken him a little while to come around, eventually Ryan began to realise this as well. Together, through consistent punishment and medication, we helped the boy to realise that pain was the only way to keep his selfish, destructive behaviour under control."

Looking very sorry for himself, Ryan whimpered pathetically.

"Once he accepted this, we began to make progress very quickly. Ryan readilly agreed to stop seeing those so called friends of his, and since we also decided it was best for all concerned that we keep a lid on his rather inappropriate sexual desires through enforced chastity, he no longer spent his evenings touching himself either. Instead he was to fill his time with more appropriate pursuits such as taking over the housework or rubbing his Mother and sister's feet after a hard day at work."

Grace couldn't help but notice the way Ryan's eyes flickered downward at the mention of his Mother's feet. It sounded as though his sexual desires were being molded in a rather similar manner to her own son's.

"With this improved behaviour, punishments became less frequent and severe, we began to show him more love and affection and from time to time even allowed him to indulge his little... perversions. We found that over time, he actually began to crave our affection. It was no longer simply fear of punishment that kept Ryan in line, but a deep-seated desire for us to love and care for him."

Grace listened in utter fascination; she was scarcely able to believe that the boy being described was the rebellious, hot headed young man she'd known. She could see now why Catherine had wanted her to meet Ryan; if this was what could become of him, just imagine what she could do to Toby!

"Eventually the boy became so needy and dependent on us to look after him, we decided it would be more appropriate if he were considered a family pet, as opposed to a fully functioning member of the household. Ryan of course took a little convincing, but we got there in the end didn't we darling?"

Ryan nodded his head reluctantly, his bright red face filled with shame.

"Which is how we ended up with our little slice of domestic bliss," Catherine grinned. "My daughter and I run the household while Ryan lives as our adoring little pet. Of course we still have to inflict regular pushments or we'd risk all the progress we've made, but Ryan knows we're only doing it because we love him."

"Oh you are good to him, what a lucky boy he is to have such a loving, caring family," Grace gestured to Ryan's bulging cheeks "and I assume this is one of those punishments?"

"Oh yes, you see, last night Ryan was cooking our dinner as usual, however he wasn't paying attention and forgot to add any chilli to the curry he prepared for us. In all fairness his sister was testing out her new riding crop on his bottom at the time, but it's still no excuse for the bland meal we were forced to endure."

"Oh I see," Grace laughed. "Well I do hope that a mouthful of chillies is enough to remind him to concentrate in future."

"Not just any chillies, these are Carolina Reapers, the hottest chilli you can buy," Lucy giggled. "That's why his face is so red and puffy!"

Ryan groaned into his makeshift gag, tears now streaming down his bright red cheeks.

"Aww baby brother, you look so cute when you're suffering," Lucy cooed, then turned to face her Mother. "Hey Mom, I've just had a thought. I know we were going to give him some time to get used to the heat, but since Mrs Miller is here, wouldn't it be fun to show her my new toy?"

"Yes what a wonderful idea, I'm sure Grace would love to see it in action"

"I certainly would!" Grace agreed, spurred on by the way Ryan's eyes had widened in fear at the prospect.

"Yay I'm so excited," Lucy beamed, picking up another object from the table and holding it out for Grace to inspect. It appeared to be a very large syringe, though the tip was a nozzle as opposed to a needle and the liquid it contained was thick and bright red. "This little beauty is filled to the brim with extra hot chilli sauce! And I bet you can guess where this is going to go."

Grace watched in amazement as Lucy applied a small squirt of lube to the tip of the device, took up position behind her brother and slowly started to work the nozzle between his ass cheeks. Ryan began to make a series of panicked, muffled grunts, as though begging his sister to see reason, though Lucy paid him no more attention than one would a whining dog.

"Now you're going to want to hold this in baby brother," she advised "I'll get you plugged up right away but if you spill even a drop, we'll be doing all this again tomorrow. Understand?"

Ryan nodded desperately, his groans growing louder and more frenzied by the second.

"Alright then, here we go!"

With that Lucy pushed down on the plunger, forcing the fiery chilli sauce out through the nozzle and flooding into her brother's anus. The effect was instantaneous.

"MMMMPPPHHHHH!"

Ryan screamed into his gag and bucked wildly against his bonds. The boy was clearly in agony, his whole body now as red as his face and equally dripping with sweat.

"Shhh hush now baby brother, calm down," Lucy said tenderly, wrapping her arms around her brother's waist and holding him close to her. " Remember what we've taught you. You need to embrace the pain, it's all for your own good. Your big sister's here to look after you no matter how much it hurts."

To Grace's utter amazement, these words actually seemed to calm him. Despite the fact Lucy had just subjected him to such agony, he was still looking to his sister for love and comfort. Just as Toby looked up to her. Perhaps there truly was no limit as to how far she could take him.

"There we go, that's better," she said as Ryan seemed to regain a little composure. "Now you hold tight and I'll go and get your plug for you."

Leaving Ryan to hang and clench desperately, Lucy made her way back to the table where she swapped the now empty syringe for a large, white butt plug. Though her brother was literally shaking through the exertion of keeping the burning liquid inside him, Lucy was clearly in no rush as took great care lubing up the plug and slowly making her way back to him.

"Almost done, just hang on for a few more seconds," Lucy stopped for a quick inspection and nodded with satisfaction at the clean floor. "Good boy, you didn't spill a drop! Now hold still for your reward."

She slipped the plug between her brother's ass cheeks and gave it a firm push upward. Ryan's ass must have been well trained as despite the plugs' large, girthy size, it slid into the boy's ass with a practised ease.

"There you go, you don't have to hold it anymore. That plug will make sure your bum stays nice and full for as long as we want it to."

"Ggghhaaaa," Ryan let out another anguished, tearful groan, and began to sob pitifully.

"Aww the poor boy's really struggling," Grace said with a mocking sympathy.

"Yes that will be the stomach cramps, they really can be quite painful," Catherine stated as she stepped across to the table and began to pull on a pair of black latex gloves. "Now Grace I know you're busy but I hope you don't mind if I take a quick moment to check up on my son's training?"

"No not at all, I must say I've rather enjoyed my little glimpse into your family life."

"Excellent, I promise it will only take a moment."

Catherine retrieved a key from her shirt pocket and used it to free her son's cock from its metal prison. Seeing Ryan's large member fall loose, semi-erect, wet and dripping with precum, had Grace biting her lip in arousal.

"Lucy darling, do you have any more of that hot sauce left?"

"Yes Mom I made sure to save some like you said, it's just here."

Lucy scooped up the half empty bottle from the table and gave it to her Mother, who set about liberally pouring it over her gloved hands.

"Now what I've been trying to do recently is condition Ryan to become sexually aroused when recieving pain," Catherine explained "of course this is all for his own benefit. Not only will it be far easier for him to cope with his punishments if the agony excites him, but it will also enable us to subject him to far higher levels of pain than we would otherwise be able to."

Poor Ryan was really struggling now; his body trembling as rivers of sweat poured from his skin while his chest rose and fell like a jackhammer, panic clearly setting as he fought against the chillies burning heat.

“Also I must say I think pain a rather more appropriate focus for his sexual desire than his Mother’s bottom or his sisters breasts don’t you?” she added with a wink, then turned to her daughter. “Lucy I think your brother is having a bit of a hard time here, how about you give him a nice dose of his medicine to calm him down?”

“Gladly!” Lucy replied as she picked up a small brown bottle that Grace instantly recognised, unscrewed the cap and wafted it under her brother’s nose.

“Breath in baby brother” she said sweetly “big sister’s here to look after you. Sniff down all your medicine and I promise everything will be okay.”

Within seconds of inhaling, the drugs sent Ryan’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. His body stopped shaking and suddenly went limp, leaving him dangling from the ceiling like a piece of meat in the butcher’s window.

“Perfect, such a silly boy getting all worked up over a little bit of pain,” Catherine grinned. “Now let's see how his training’s progressing shall we?”

Her hand wrapped itself around her son’s cock and began to caress it gently. Gloved fingers slipped up and down the length of his shaft, coating every inch of skin with hot chilli sauce as they went. The drugged up boy moaned miserably as he felt the fire engulf his genitals, yet at the same time his cock grew hard as a rock at his Mother’s sensual touch.

“Good boy!” Catherine beamed “look at how hard you are even as Mommy punishes you, why just a few weeks ago you’d never be able to get it up while under so much pain.”

Catherine picked up the pace, squeezing harder as she jerked her son’s cock.

“There you go, doesn’t that feel good honey? Don’t you like the way it feels when Mommy hurts you like this?”

Ryan didn’t reply, though the way his agonised groans seemed to morph into moans of pleasure answered for him.

“Awww you haven’t been allowed release for so long have you? I bet you’re desperate for Mommy to let you cum aren’t you.”

“MMMMPH, PPPWWWSE!” Ryan screamed into his gag, nodding desperately and practically humping his Mother’s hand.

"Hmm, I suppose you have taken a lot of punishment for us today…"

Her brow furrowed in concentration, Catherine ramped up the pace of her strokes, pumping away her son's throbbing cock until he must have been seconds from exploding.

"But not quite enough!" She exclaimed gleefully, pulling her hand away to leave the boy humping the air pathetically.

"Mmmm mph mph mph," Ryan whined feebly, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Awww I'm sorry honey but cumming is a really big treat for you and I just don't think you deserve it yet," Catherine consoled her son, pinching his chin between her fingers and forcing him to meet her gaze. "I'll tell you what, how about Mommy leaves you down here for a few more hours of suffering? Then when I come back down, I'll have a little think and see if you've taken enough pain to earn release."

Ryan looked up at his Mother with eyes full of uncertainty.

"Or of course we could just let you down now? Unplug your bottom and take all the pain away? But Mommy would be very disappointed in you; I can't imagine how long it might be before you get another chance to cum if you disappointed me like that," Catherine smiled sympathetically "so what do you say? Are you going to be a good boy and stay down here for Mommy?"

Looking thoroughly dejected, Ryan gave a reluctant nod of acceptance.

"Good Boy," Catherine pinched his bulging cheek affectionately "Mommy has to go now, but just remember every time your stomach cramps or your bottom burns so badly you want to cry, all this is making Mommy very happy; and that's all that really matters."

With Ryan's fate now firmly sealed, it was time for Grace to get back to her own horny, trussed up boy. Giving Lucy a tight hug and Ryan a squeeze of his well toned bum, she promised she would be back to visit very soon and followed Catherine back up to the house. As they left the twins alone in the basement, Lucy's voice floated after them.

"Don't worry baby brother, I’m going to make sure you suffer so badly Mom won't have a choice but to let you cum!"

As the two friends made their way back into the kitchen, Grace couldn't keep the smile from her face.

"Oh Catherine, thank you so much for showing me that, what a fun afternoon!" she practically squealed "tell me, will you really let him cum?"

"I imagine so yes, though I might make him wait until morning; he needs to suffer for as long as possible before release if the conditioning is to be effective," Catherine chuckled "Well I'm glad to hear you enjoyed yourself this afternoon, I trust meeting Ryan has set your mind at ease regarding those worries of yours?"

"Oh yes! Why if someone as confident and headstrong as Ryan can be transformed into such a weak, obedient little pet, I’ll be able to do anything I want to my sweet, innocent little Toby!”

“Indeed you will. In fact, in all the tests we’ve run in the lab, I don't think we’ve ever had such a naturally submissive subject as your boy; I must say I will be fascinated to see the results. Oh actually that reminds me,” Catherine opened the kitchen cupboard and removed a large parcel. “This arrived shortly before you got here.”

“Ah, perfect! I was hoping I might be in luck.”

Grace tore into the package with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Inside, cradled by a soft cushion of bubble wrap, were two shampoo sized bottles of liquid; one filled with a creamy, white substance, the other with a sort of golden oil. They were the latest experimental products from Wexler Industries, and Catherine’s new pride and joy.

“Fresh out of the lab, you’ll be the first to use them,” her friend could barely contain her excitement. “One bottle of moisturiser, and another of body oil, both heavily infused with Aphrobin. They’re specifically designed to work over a short distance, so while you yourself would feel no effects wearing it, if someone were to say spend a long period of time with their head in close contact with your skin… well you can imagine the effect it might have on them.”

“Oh yes, I can imagine that very well indeed,” Grace smiled ominously. Today had been a real eye opener for her, any doubts she’d had that Toby might one day resist her had been well and truly put to rest. Now she was fizzing with anticipation and couldn’t wait to get home and start putting her plans into action. Seeing Catherine and Lucy toying with Ryan had wetted her appetite; but now it was time for the main course.

Toby

How long had it been since the darkness swallowed him? Minutes? Hours? A few days perhaps? Toby couldn't tell anymore. It was like time didn't exist in his little wooden tomb; the world had shrunk down to just the ropes that bound him, the metal cage that squashed his cock and the taste of his Mother's socks that filled his mouth. Oh, and of course the drugs; he couldn't forget the drug soaked panties that were taped across his face, flooding his nostrils with the intoxicating fumes of his special medicine.

Taking his medicine was nothing new to him, but this was far beyond anything he'd experienced before. Spending so long breathing it in, over and over again, was sending his brain into meltdown! He was like a bitch in heat, utterly consumed by arousal. Just remembering the touch of his Mother's lips against his cheek as she kissed him goodbye had him so desperate for relief, he found himself humping the floor in a futile attempt to feel something 

It wasn't long before he started seeing things. Whether it was the drugs or the onset of madness he couldn't say, but visions of his Mother began to float before his eyes. Her soft, white legs beneath his hands, the mischievous smile on her face as she locked away his cock, her round, bouncing breasts smothering on his face on the night this all began; God this was driving him mad with desire!

"Good boy..." he could almost hear her say "you just keep sniffing your medicine for Mommy... Mommy will look after you... Just do everything Mommy says and everything will be okay."

That's all I want, Toby thought to himself, I just want Mommy to look after me, I'll do anything, I just want her to be happy.

After a while he heard noises around him. It sounded like someone moving furniture, or perhaps doing some DIY; or maybe he was just hearing things, another stage of his descent into madness. Since there was nothing he could do about it either way, Toby resolved to just breathe deeply from his Mother's panties, and lose himself in the heavenly visions they would bring.

After what felt like an age, the lid of the chest which confined him was finally lifted away, sending a sword of brightness down to cut through the dark. The light burned Toby’s eyes, filling them with tears and forcing him to clamp them shut against the glare. 

“There’s my sweet boy,” the most heavenly voice imaginable floated down from above. “Nice and safely tucked away, just where I left him.”

Toby slowly opened his eyes, just a crack at first, then more as he gradually grew accustomed to the brightness. He raised his head as best he could and was greeted by the most wonderful sight; a genuine Goddess, looking down on him from the heavens with an adoring smile plastered across her face.

"Oh darling, you look so cute all tied up and helpless."

The Goddess reached down and gently peeled the panties from his face. For the first time since his ordeal began, Toby could breath in clean air, untainted by the medicines' powerful fumes. The fresh air did little to throw off the fog of sheer arousal which engulfed his brain, though it did seem to restore a small measure of sanity. As he came back to reality, Toby realised there was no Goddess staring down at him, it was his Mother. His perfect, beautiful Mother.

"See, look how much nicer this is for you; snuggling up to Mommy's dirty clothes instead of wandering the house where you could hurt yourself or get into trouble. Yes, this will be good for you; your life will be a lot easier now that Mommy's taken that scary freedom away." Toby let his Mother's angelic voice wash over him, accepting every word she said as the truth. "Come on now, let's get you out of there; it's time to introduce you to your new life."

One by one, the ropes which kept him trussed like a pig fell away as his Mother unpicked the knots she'd tied earlier that morning. Once he was free of them, Toby went to push himself up but the moment he did so, his aching joints screamed in protest. Fortunately he had his Mother there to help him, scooping a hand under each of his arms and carefully guiding him to his feet.

Spending so long in such a strict hogtie left him stiff as a board. Toby grunted and winced as he stretched and worked the life back into his aching muscles.

"Aww is my poor baby all stiff," his Mother asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why don't you come over here and let Mommy hug it all better?"

One look at his Mother with her arms stretched out so invitingly and all Toby's aches and pains seemed to disappear. After staring into nothing but darkness for hours on end, the sight was so spectacular it didn't seem real. Her bright red top hugged her body so tightly it looked like her breasts might burst out at any moment! It was short enough to teasingly reveal a thin strip of her midriff between itself and the short white skirt around her waist; below which long, bare legs ran down to a pair of black high-heel shoes. God, she was so beautiful he could almost cry.

"O-okay, t-thank you Mommy," he croaked, and stepped forward into her embrace.

His Mother held him tightly and pushed his head down into her chest. 

"There there, I know you don't like being away from Mommy but don't worry; I'm back now and we have all evening to spend together," she whispered soothingly into his ear.

As Toby felt his Mother's fingers gently caress the back of his head, his cheek cushioned against the soft pillow of her breasts, he found himself in total agreement. He didn't like being away from his Mother; No, he hated it. When his Mother was gone the world was dark and scary, now she was back everything was better, he was safe and comfortable once more. He never wanted to leave her side ever again.

“Alright then,” his Mother leaned back and looked him in the eye “let's start destroying that little ego of yours shall we?”

“Yes Mommy,” Toby stammered nervously.

“Excellent! Now first of all, Mommy’s bought a couple of little presents to get you started.”

From a small paper bag propped against her bed, his Mother pulled a thin black strip of leather, shaped in a circle with some kind of brass tag hanging from its rim and metal clasps at each end. Toby gulped nervously as he recognised what it was. A dog collar!

“Here you go! I even had it engraved especially for you,” she smiled, holding out the tag for Toby to read.

Mommy’s Special Boy

Those three words engraved on the small brass circle suddenly left Toby feeling deeply uneasy. Things may have changed rapidly since his Mother took charge of his life, but he was still a person, surely she wasn’t going to start treating him like some kind of pet! Part of him wanted to hand it straight back, but as looked into his Mother’s beautiful green eyes, shining with excitement, he knew he couldn’t refuse her gift.

“T-thank you Mommy,” he stammered uncertainly.

“You’re very welcome my dear; now let's get it on shall we?"

His Mother slipped in behind him, close enough that he could feel her breasts against his back, brought the collar up so that it encircled his neck and fastened it in place. Curiously, a few moments after the collar was buckled shut, Toby heard a quiet yet distinct metal click ring out from his rear. As he turned to investigate, he saw his Mother grinning like a Cheshire cat, and pinching a tiny key between her thumb and forefinger.

"Aww you look so adorable," she cooed. "I thought this would be a nice little reminder of who you are in case you ever get confused again. Remember it wasn't long ago you met a girl that got your willy hard and almost let her take you away from Mommy."

As always when his little indiscretion was mentioned, Toby's cheeks burned with shame. How could he have allowed himself to be manipulated so easily? He'd thought he and Sophia had been in love, but he was wrong; only his Mother truly loved and understood him. She'd shown him how selfish he was being and now he'd do anything to put it right.

"Don't worry, Mommy's forgiven you. But I'd feel ever so much happier if you wore this for me. That way if you ever get confused again, you can look at your collar and remind yourself that you're Mommy's special little boy; you don't need anyone else. So how about it, will you wear Mommy's collar?"

While the idea of wearing a collar like some kind of trained animal was a humiliating prospect, Toby knew it was his own behaviour that made it necessary. If it helped his loving Mother to trust him again, he knew he had no choice but to comply.

"Yes Mommy, I'll wear your collar."

"Wonderful! I do hope it's comfortable as you'll be wearing it permanently from now on! Mommy's even locked it shut to help you get used to it; we wouldn't want you to forget and accidentally take it off now would we?"

"No Mommy," Toby agreed mindlessly.

"Good boy; now, time for your second gift."

Dipping her hand back into the small paper bag, she this time pulled out a bright pink mound of silicone, pointed at one end and narrowing at the other to a thin neck which opened out into a flared, crescent shaped base. Toby swallowed nervously, feeling a worm of fear gnaw at his stomach as he instantly recognised the object in his Mother's hand. He'd enjoyed seeing Mommy's use similar devices to plug their wayward son's bottoms many times during his many late-night porn marathons, though he never dreamed he'd ever experience it for himself.

"That's right, Mommy's bought you a butt plug!" She beamed, seemingly oblivious to his apprehension. "What better way could there be to wipe away that pride of yours than to have Mommy fill your bottom?"

"I... er I...." Toby was desperately grasping for the words to argue against this, but they just wouldn't come. 

"I know, it's all very exciting isn't it! Come on, bend over and let Mommy plug your bottom. We'll have that ego gone in no time."

Toby felt like a rudderless boat floating in the ocean, swept along by currents he couldn't control and was unable to resist. A tide of panic rose in his chest as he allowed his Mother to gently guide him so that he lay belly down on the edge of her bed, his legs dangling over the edge and his ass presented for her to use. When he felt the cold touch of his Mother's fingers, prising apart his ass cheeks and spreading lube between them, Toby's heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest! 

"Alright hold still baby," his Mother urged, nestling the plug between her son's cheeks. "Mommy's going to do this nice and gently; don't fight it, just relax your bottom and let Mommy's plug fill you up."

Toby gritted his teeth as he felt his Mother push and the plug began its slow invasion of his ass. He gasped as the tip prised open his bottom and clenched involuntarily, though with his back passage so heavily lubricated he stood no chance of keeping it out. 

"Ghhhaaaaah," Toby grunted in shock, as his Mother forced the plug between his cheeks, until it lay buried deep within his ass. To his surprise, once he got over the initial shock it didn't actually hurt. Though the unwelcome intruder left him feeling full and somehow violated. 

"There you go, all done now," his Mother said soothingly. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"

"No Mommy," he panted, still trying to get his breath back under control.

"Good, in fact..." His Mother scooped up her phone and tapped away at the screen "I think you might actually enjoy being plugged for Mommy."

Suddenly, the plug sprang into life and began to vibrate deep within him. With a start, Toby realised that those vibrations felt quite pleasant. Actually, they felt more than pleasant; they were utterly divine! Waves of pleasure built in his ass and slowly rippled through his entire body. What had been a drug-induced fog of arousal clouding his brain became an insatiable lust; pleasure was all he desired, and the vibrating little plug was providing it.

"So tell me, how does it feel? Do you like being plugged for Mommy?" His Mother asked innocently, slipping a finger between his ass cheeks to jiggle the plug around teasingly.

"Oh God yes! Mommy it feels so good!" Toby cried out in ecstacy, his cock throbbing in its cage.

"You see, Mommy knows what's best for you; look how nice it feels when you do what Mommy tells you."

"Yes Mommy, yes Mommy I understand. I promise I'll listen, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Good boy; I'm so happy you like it, because from now on that little bottom of yours is going to be plugged permanently! If you need the toilet you can ask Mommy's permission and I'll be there to supervise, but other than that I think it's best if we keep you plugged 24/7 from now on. How does that sound?"

"Uuuhhhhh soooo goood," Toby groaned, so overwhelmed by drugs and pleasure that he'd have agreed to anything. When the plug made him feel this good, why would he ever want to remove it?"

"Good," his Mother said matter-of-factly, then abruptly hit her phone and stopped the plug dead "I think that's quite enough of that, perhaps if you're well behaved we'll have some more fun with your bottom later this evening."

Wide-eyed and panting like a dog, Toby couldn't quite believe what had happened to him. The poor boy was in such a daze, the world around him barely felt real. 

"Come on darling, kneel down by Mommy's feet; it's time to show you all the fun little changes Mommy's made to make sure your silly pride never troubles you ever again."

Long past resisting, Toby slid off the bed and knelt obediently.

"Good boy; doesn't it just feel right kneeling at Mommy's feet?" his Mother bent down and stroked his cheek affectionately.

Toby gazed up at the beautiful woman towering over him, and could only nod robotically in agreement.

"Well don't you worry, all these changes might seem scary, but I promise they'll make sure you stay right here at Mommy's feet forever," she smiled, then gestured to the door. "Come along then, I want to show you your lovely new bedroom. Why don't you stay on the floor and crawl after me? Nice and close to Mommy's feet where you belong."

On his hands and knees, Toby crawled like a dog out of his Mother's bedroom and along the hallway towards his own. He'd never felt so small and pathetic in his life; dragging himself along, his pasty, hairless body naked apart from a dog collar, cock cage and a pink plug filling his bottom, as his beautiful, fully clothed Mother led the way. He supposed the humiliation was the point of all this, after all it was his pride and arrogance that his Mother was helping him to remove, but that didn't make the shame any easier to bear.

As they reached the threshold of his bedroom, his Mother had him stand so that she could cover his eyes as she led him in; like a lover playfully unveiling some great surprise or grand gesture. As she swept her hands away to reveal the state of his room, the sight was such a shock it took Toby's breath away.

His bedroom had been near enough stripped bare. Where was all his stuff? His Playstation, his laptop, his television; it was all gone! The huge bookcase which he had spent years filling with rare and collectable graphic novels had been ripped from the wall, replaced with a single shelf, holding only a small selection of untitled books he'd never seen before. There was no wardrobe, his bedroom door pulled from its hinges; hell, even his bed had completely disappeared. Aside from the mysterious new bookshelf, his bedroom now contained only a small clothes chest, a plastic stool and a very basic single bed, in place of the spacious, luxury double he'd had before.

“So honey, what do you think?” His Mother asked expectantly.

“I-I- er,” Toby grasped in vain for the words to describe how he felt.

The collar and butt plug had scared him, but he couldn’t deny they’d been a little exciting too. This was something entirely different. This was his very life being dismantled before his eyes! Surely he couldn’t be expected to live like this? But just as that kernel of doubt sparked into existence, Toby’s Mother inched closer so that he could feel her body pressing gently against his bare buttocks and back; she wrapped her arms around his waist, cradling him in a warm embrace, and with the tips of her fingers, began to softly rub the tip of his cock through the bars of its cage.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like what Mommy’s done for you?”

“Ah it’s er, it’s not that, it’s just I.. I.. I don’t quite understand,” Toby’s voice trembled as his Mother’s touch brought him to a new world of pleasure.

“Oh that’s alright, Mommy can help you understand,” she whispered sensually, applying just a fraction more pressure between his legs.

Toby was lost in a world of desire. There is nothing he wouldn't do, nothing he wouldn’t say to keep his Mother’s fingers rubbing away at his cock.

“Y-yes,” he said through ragged breaths. “Yes Mommy, please help me.”

“Of course baby, Mommy will always be there to help you,” she manouvred his body so that he faced the now empty frame where his bedroom door had once stood. “First of all, from now on you won’t be having any privacy, so you no longer have any need for a bedroom door.”

“I-I’m not allowed privacy?”

“Oh honey I wish you could be trusted to have your own private life, but I just don’t think that’s going to work. Look at what happened last time you tried to live your life without Mommy's control. Look at how sad it made you.”

With his body literally trembling with pleasure, Toby struggled to find any flaw in her logic.

"No, from now on Mommy's going to make sure you can't do a thing without her knowing all about it," she slightly increased the pressure on his cock. "So since you won't be hiding anything from Mommy, there's no reason for you to have a bedroom door now is there?"

"N-no Mommy!" he gasped.

“Good boy, and that’s not all that’s gone,” she grinned, pivoting so that he gazed into the practically empty bedroom. “I’ve had a big clear-out of all your drawers and wardrobes, since you won’t be wearing clothes anymore, you no longer have any use for them either.”

“W-what do you mean? I can’t wear any clothes?”

“No sweetie, I just don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be clothed anymore. If we’re going to keep that ego of yours in check, we need to make sure you’re constantly reminded how weak and vulnerable you are, and making sure that you’re naked at all times is the best way to do that.”

“Oh, I-I see, well erm…” Deep down Toby knew this was wrong; not even allowing him to dress, it was inhumane! But his Mother left no time for any doubts to form in his foggy, confused mind.

“I’ve thrown away all those silly computer games and comic books you waste your life on as well,” she continued hastily. “Now you can devote every minute of the day to having fun with Mommy!"

Those ‘silly computer games and comic books’ were his life, not to mention worth thousands of pounds! Though with his Mother’s gentle fingers still massaging the tip of his cock, Toby really couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Does that sound good?” His Mother asked, nuzzling her cheek against his and breathing sensually into his ear. “I know how much you like spending time with Mommy. How would you like to do this every day? Spending all your time naked, having fun with Mommy”

"Oh God yes I'd love that Mommy! Please, please can we do this every day!"

"Of course we can, my darling, just remember to keep doing as your Mommy tells you and I promise we'll have all kinds of fun together."

With that (plus a final tap on his cage and a flirtatious squeeze of his bottom), Toby's Mother finally let him go, then stalked her way across the room and took a seat on his drab looking new bed.

"Now don't you worry, I know Mommy's taken a lot away from you, but I've also bought you a few presents too!" She gestured to the single remaining bookshelf. "Come on, grab one of your new books and we can take a look together."

Toby obediently made his way to the bookshelf, retrieved one of the large black volumes and sat down beside his Mother on the bed. It was a very strange book, he thought to himself; twice the size of even a large hardback edition of the kind of graphic novels he was used to. It was only when he flicked open the first page that he realised this was no book, it was a photo album, filled with pictures of his Mother!

"You see, look how much fun this is," his Mother beamed, leaning in close enough that Toby could feel her breast against his bare arm. "Now instead of reading all those silly comics before you go to bed, you can spend the night looking at pictures of Mommy instead!"

Before Toby could even begin to process this, his Mother began to flick through the album, pointing out her favourites as she went. In virtually all the photos she was in some state of undress. Toby knew his Mother had done modelling work in the past, it was how she'd been able to retire so young, but he'd never actually seen them for himself; and certainly wasn't prepared for just how stunning she looked in each one!

There were pages and pages of photographs spanning well over 20 years. Some showed his Mother when she was in her 20's, modelling lingerie, stockings and all manner of deliciously revealing outfits. Some were photos of her on the beach, relaxing in a bikini as the sun warmed her sweat covered skin. There were even some that looked like they'd been taken very recently, possibly with this very album in mind. A cleavage heavy selfie, a photo of her legs soaking in the bath, more close ups of her feet than he could ever have imagined, the list was endless. With each beautiful image he saw, Toby felt his cock throb in its cage, and the fact he'd lost almost everything he owned seemed to matter less and less.

“Wow, look how pretty Mommy looks in this one,” she pointed to an image of her wearing nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings, some tiny red panties and a small black cross of tape covering each nipple. “I bet you’d like to give Mommy a cuddle when she’s dressed like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, I really would,” he blushed a deep shade of red.

“Well maybe if you’re a very good boy, Mommy will dress up like that for you one day,” she winked. “But until then, you can spend as much time as you like looking at all these lovely photos of Mommy. You can even rub your willy if you like, just make sure you don’t have any little accidents, or Mommy will have to cane your bottom until it bleeds.”

While Toby felt a sudden knot in his stomach at the reference to last night’s caning, it was very much outweighed by the prospect of touching himself to those photos of his Mother!

“I won’t, I promise! Oh Mommy, thank you so much!" 

"You're very welcome my darling. Now, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy your presents later tonight, but for now we'd better head downstairs and fix you some dinner. Why, you haven't eaten all day have you? You must be famished!" 

Spending the day being drugged, locked in a clothes chest and having his life dismantled before his very eyes had kept Toby so preoccupied he hadn't given food a second thought. But as though his empty belly waited for his Mother's permission, he felt a sudden gnaw of hunger and realised that he was indeed absolutely starving. Toby eagerly agreed, allowing his Mother to take his hand without hesitation and lead him downstairs to the kitchen. 

Out of habit he went to take a seat at the kitchen table, however a click of the fingers and a swift cry from his Mother stopped him in his tracks. 

"On the floor please darling," she snapped, pointing sharply to the ground. "Your days of eating at the table are gone for good." 

Not quite believing what he was hearing, but far too broken to resist, Toby swallowed nervously and dropped to his knees on the cold, white tiles beside his Mother’s feet, as she opened the kitchen cupboard and began to rummage inside.

“From now on you’ll be eating on the floor where you belong,” she went on, pushing plates and dishes aside then smiling as she found what she was searching for. “Look, I’ve even got you a cute little bowl!”

Her face was a picture of excitement as she pulled two deep, round bowls from the cupboard and held them out for Toby to see. With utter disbelief, Toby realised they were dog bowls! Baby blue dog bowls; covered in paw prints and engraved with the words, ‘Mommy’s little pet.’

“They’re perfect aren’t they? This is one of Mommy's fun new ways to help you keep you in your place. Mommy's in charge, so will eat at the table like a normal person; but since you're just a helpless boy who needs his Mommy to look after him, you can eat from the floor like a cute little puppy."

His Mother spoke so casually, like what she said made complete sense and was simply the logical thing for him to do. Swept along by events which were quickly spiralling out of control, Toby's drug-addled mind simply accepted that it was. He offered no objections, watching wordlessly as his Mother opened the fridge door, retrieved a bowl of what looked like sliced vegetables, and began to scoop them into one of the dog bowls.

"These are Mommy's leftovers from last night. I think having your own meals is a luxury you can do without, so from now on you'll just be cooking one big meal for me, and you can finish off anything I leave on my plate," she explained, taking a fork and mashing the vegetables into a sort of lumpy paste. Once satisfied with the consistency, she looked down at him with a sadistic grin plastered on her face. "Of course, I wouldn't want you to go hungry, so I'll be adding my own special little ingredient."

Toby watched in mute horror, unable to believe what he was seeing, as his Mother brought her mouth to his bowl, pursed her lips and spat a thick stream of saliva into his dinner. Then with a look of victory shining from her face, she gave the dish a final mix so that her spit covered every inch of it. He couldn't keep the look of shock from his face, which his Mother seemed to find highly amusing.

"Oh don't look so surprised! Those little fantasies of yours aren't going to go away, but they can be managed if we find a more appropriate way for you to indulge them. Don't you think eating Mommy's spit is a more respectful way to show your feelings than to sexualise my body in your perverted little head?"

"Y-yes Mommy; it sounds much more respectful," Toby conceded, though he wasn't sure whether he actually believed it.

"Good, because Mommy will be spitting in all your food from now on," she chuckled as she placed the bowl of spit covered food on the floor beside him, then took the other to the sink and filled it with water. Raising the bowl delicately to her lips, she then took a great gulp, swilled the liquid around her mouth and spat it back into the bowl, before laying it down beside the first. "There you go sweetheart, you can tuck in now, but I don't want to see any hands please; You can eat with your mouth like a cute little doggy!" 

The sloppy bowl of spit covered vegetables and side of his Mother's backwashed water turned Toby's stomach. How could he possibly be expected to eat that? Yet as always, the timid virgin crumbled under his Mother’s expectant gaze. He simply didn’t have it in him to resist her. Toby had no choice but to obey; pushing his face down into the bowl and lapping up the foul mixture with as much relish as he could muster.

The vegetable paste tasted every bit as disgusting as Toby had imagined; though his empty belly compelled him to force the slimy green substances down his throat. Despite everything that had happened to him over the last few months, eating a dinner full of spit from the floor like a dog was without doubt a new low. Toby's cheeks burned scarlet with shame, and a single tear trickled from the corner of his eye.

His Mother meanwhile seemed to be enjoying the spectacle immensely! Pride beamed from her face at the sight of her son crouching on the kitchen floor, his cute little bottom poking in the air as he lapped up her spit from a dog bowl. She pulled up a chair from the kitchen table, casually took a seat and kicked off her sandals, before swinging up her legs and resting her bare feet on Toby's back as though he were a footstool 

"Oh honey what's the matter?" She asked with such concern it almost sounded genuine. "Is this humiliating for you? Mommy spitting in your food? Eating from a dog bowl on the floor?"

"Y-yeshh," Toby sobbed sheepishly through a mouthful of food.

"Aww poor baby… well don't worry, I know it's hard to understand, but that's a good thing; humiliation is good for you."

"It.. it is?"

"Yes of course it is silly! Last night Mommy promised to stamp out all that ego and pride of yours, remember? So that they don't lead you astray? So that you don't make any more bad decisions that push you away from me? So that Mommy can look after you and make you feel good, instead of needing to punish you all the time?"

"I-I remember."

"You see, that’s why you need to be humiliated! It's the best way to take away your dignity and make sure it never comes back."

Toby's Mother slowly started to trace the tips of her toes across his pale skin. Her left foot rhythmically circled his back while the right made its way over his still bruised bottom and between his legs, playfully pinching his balls between her toes.

"That's what you want isn't it? For Mommy to take everything away? To be Mommy's good boy, so that she can look after you and play with your little willy, instead of a disappointment, who needs to be punished?"

The delightful touch of his Mother's feet against his bare skin brought a fresh wave of arousal; mingling with the shame and leaving his body overwhelmed; trembling with excitement. 

"Yes! Yes Mommy, that's what I want. I want you to look after me, I want to be a good boy!"

"Good, because that's exactly what I'm going to do," his Mother smiled with satisfaction, moving her feet back up and resting them at the top of Toby's ass. "Don't worry my darling, I'll make sure you're humiliated so badly and so often, you won't remember that you ever had any pride to begin with."

It was a measure of the hold Toby's Mother held over him that those words actually comforted the poor boy. Being so utterly degraded by his own Mother had him feeling so ashamed he wanted to cry, but that was OK, because it was all for his own good! His Mother only wanted what was best for him, and if that was to be abused and humiliated, then he would just have to accept that was what needed to be done.

Now that he accepted his situation, Toby felt strangely content. The weight of his Mother's feet felt so nice against his back, and given how hungry he was, the food wasn't so bad really. Even the fact it was laced with his Mother spit suddenly seem less repulsive than it had a few minutes ago. In fact if he thought back, seeing in his mind the image of her drool pouring slowly over her plump, ruby red lips, he actually found the prospect of eating it more than a little exciting! By the time he'd licked the bowl clean and quenched his thirst by lapping up a bowl of his Mother backwashed water, he was almost disappointed there weren't seconds!

That disappointment didn't last long however, as his Mother rewarded him for finishing his dinner by pinching his cheek and making a fuss over what a good boy he'd been. A few months ago he would have cringed at such a display; now it made his heat soar with joy! 

"Now you know Mommy always rewards her good boy, so how about we go through to the lounge and spend a lovely relaxing evening together in front of the telly?" She asked sweetly.

A night on the soft, comfy sofa cuddled up to his Mother sounded like the most perfect evening Toby could imagine. He nodded eagerly and agreed without hesitation.

"Yes please Mommy," he smiled nervously.

"Come on then darling, let's get nice and cozy shall we?"

Toby's Mother took his hand and led him like a child out of the kitchen door, down the hallway and into the living room. As they reached the sofa, she stopped him with a gentle hand to the chest, and motioned to the floor.

"Back on your knees please sweetie," she instructed. "Mommy's got a little job for you. Don't worry, I promise it's one you'll enjoy."

Disappointed at having to wait for his cuddle but totally unable to refuse, Toby knelt obediently. 

"Good boy."

His Mother let out a content sigh as she dropped onto the luxurious white sofa and reclined into the soft cushions. With a mischievous smile on her face, she then swung up her legs and let her bare feet fall into Toby’s lap.

"Now then, how would you like to give Mommy a little foot massage?" His Mother asked with a knowing smirk.

Toby stared open-mouthed at the dainty feet resting on his thighs, no more than a few inches from his tightly locked cock. He knew he shouldn't find the idea of rubbing his Mother's feet exciting, but somehow he really did. His Mother had very pretty feet, he thought to himself; plus wouldn't it be nice to do something to help her relax after everything she'd done for him?

"O-okay Mommy," his hands trembled as he reverentially brought them up to his Mother's feet, then using his thumbs, began to gently massage her soles.

It took a while for Toby to get into a rhythm. He'd never given so much as a hug to anyone other than his Mother before, let alone a foot rub! Luckily Mommy was on hand to guide him, telling him where to focus his attention, when he needed to be firmer, rewarding him with an orgasmic moan whenever he got it just right; before long he was rubbing away like he'd been doing it for years.

The more time he spent rubbing those dainty feet, the more he realised he was enjoying himself. He felt content, peaceful; like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. It felt good to do something nice for his Mother, especially after she'd gone to such trouble to make sure he stayed at home and out of trouble. Though he had to admit, rubbing the body of such a beautiful woman was equally responsible for his enjoyment! It may have only been her feet, but for the timid virgin it was one of the most sensual, intimate experiences of his life.

Then there were the moans! Hearing a woman as stunning as his Mother groan with pleasure like that at his touch was such a thrill! He’d certainly never made anyone sound like that before. The trouble was, between the orgasmic moans and intimate rubbing of his Mother’s body, Toby found himself getting rather excited. His cock swelled and began to bulge against the metal cage which imprisoned it. Toby blushed with shame, desperately hoping his Mother was too preoccupied to notice the escalating situation between his legs. It was a hope of course, which was very much in vain. 

“Aww look how hard your little willy’s getting!” His Mother giggled. “Looks like someone really likes Mommy’s feet doesn’t it?”

Oh God, she’d noticed! Toby felt his chest constrict with fear. Why couldn’t he control himself? What was wrong with him? All he could do is hope and pray she wouldn’t be too angry with him for sexualising her body. He didn’t think he could cope with another caning!

“I-I er, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

"Oh honey it's alright, you haven't done anything wrong," she reassured him. "Touching yourself and peeping at Mommy's breasts and bottom is very naughty, but there's nothing wrong with getting excited over Mommy's feet!"

"T-there isn't?"

"No, not at all! I actually think Mommy's feet are a far more appropriate way to indulge those little urges of yours than lusting after her body."

"You do?" Toby wasn't sure where this was going, but he certainly liked the sound of it.

"Absolutely! In fact, how about we do this every day? In the evening as we relax in front of the TV, you can give Mommy a nice, long foot rub. Mommy will be lovely and relaxed, while you can get your little willy as hard as you like!"

"Well er, yeah… yeah I could do that."

"Excellent, it's settled then. From now on, you will be Mommy's little foot-boy!" His Mother grinned, then reached down the side of the sofa, picked up a bottle of what looked like body oil and tossed it into Toby's lap. "You can start by being a good boy and rubbing this new lotion into Mommy's feet."

Toby popped open the lid, squeezed the luscious golden oil into his hands and delicately began to lather it across his Mother's soft feet. He lost himself rubbing in the oil and lovingly caressing her smooth skin; the process was mesmerising, hypnotic even, and Toby soon found himself slipping into an almost trance-like state. There was something about that massage oil, the way it smelled,the way it felt so nice below his fingers; it made him feel like noting else existed but his hands, and his Mother's feet. His Mother's beautiful, beautiful feet.

"Mommy has such pretty feet doesn't she darling?" His Mother's asked sweetly, smiling down at him.

"Yes Mommy, you have the prettiest feet in the whole world."

"Oh I know I do! Tell you what, since you love Mommy's feet so much, how about you give them a little sniff?"

"A s-sniff?"

"Yes of course sweetie, you need to sniff Mommy's feet! You're Mommy's foot-boy now, it's important you spend a much time smelling my feet as possible. It will help remind you how much you love them, and how you need to make sure you never their side."

Toby couldn't believe his ears! His Mother wanted him to sniff her feet? Giving a foot rub was one thing, but sniffing them? It was madness! Yet at the same timen he felt his pulse quicken, and a swelling between his legs that gave away just how desparate he was to do as his Mother told him.

"Okay Mommy, I-I'd really like that."

"Oh I bet you would," she grinned, lifting her feet so they were mere inches Toby's face and wiggling her toes seductively. "Go on then, get that little nose in there and start sniffing Mommy's feet!"

Toby obeyed like man possessed, pushing his nostrils between his Mother's toes and sniffing as deeply as his lungs could manage. Immediately, his nose was flooded by the most delicious scent imaginable. The rich, sweet aroma of the oil, infused with his Mother's natural sweat and pheromones; so intense it threatened to overwhelm him. 

"There you go, Mommy's feet smell so nice don't they? Go on, sniff more! Inhale the scent of Mommy's feet! This is your life now my sweet little foot-boy."

Needing no encouragement, Toby did as he was told without hesitation. Eagerly pressing his nose against the soft, oily skin of his Mother's feet and sniffing like an excited puppy. The more he sniffed, the better he felt. A warm, euphoric feeling crept into his chest and a blanket of sheer bliss seemed to wrap itself around his body. His already hard cock came alive, throbbing and pulsating with the most delicious pleasure. God, sniffing his Mother's feet made him feel so good! It almost felt like… wait surely it couldn't be…

"I hope you like Mommy’s new body oil, I bought it especially for you! It's made with a big dose of your special medicine, so now you can take all your drugs like a good boy, without missing out on your special time with Mommy's feet," his Mother giggled, confirming his suspicions. 

Perhaps the blatant manipulation should have worried him, but honestly he couldn't care less. If anything, Toby was thrilled by the news. Sniffing his medicine from his Mother's beautiful feet was a far more enticing prospect than doing so from the dreary brown bottle he was used to! No, Toby wasn't worried about anything anymore, except doing as his Mother told him. He simply kept his nose against her toes and sniffed more and more of his medicine from between them, until his head was swimming and his body was consumed with desire. Desire for his Mother's feet.

"Aww look at my sweet boy, so weak for Mommy's feet," she finally pulled her feet back from him, lowering them gently to the floor. "Go on darling, give them a little kiss. Show Mommy how grateful you are for letting you have this special time with her feet."

Toby obeyed without thinking, leaning forward onto all fours, lowering his head to the ground and pushing his lips gently against his Mother's soft skin. A sweet taste lingered on his lips and brought a delirious grin to his face, this was about as close to heaven as the naive little virgin could possibly imagine. With a loving reverence, Toby tenderly planted kiss after kiss across his Mother's feet. He was careful not to miss a single spot, from her pretty ankles, around the ball of her heel, up the length of her wrinkled soles to the very tips of her beautiful toes; he was determined to kiss every inch of them, breathing in more and more of his medicine as he went.

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"There you go, this is who you are now," his Mother whispered down to him sensually. "This is where you belong, on the floor like a little worm, kissing and worshipping Mommy's feet."

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"You will never live a normal life, you will live only to worship Mommy's feet. Mommy’s feet are all you need."

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"Keep going, kissing Mommy's feet is good for you. Feet are your only purpose in life now, you don't need anything else to be happy, only feet."

Toby was lost in a world a pleasure. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to worship his Mother's feet; at that moment, he couldn't have been any happier. His eager, drug-addled brain soaked up every one of his Mother's words like like sponge, accepting them as the truth.

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"You will never need a sex life, Mommy's feet are your sex life now. Pussy is for normal men, not sweet, timid boys like you."

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"You don't need a social life either. Friends and relationships are just a distraction from what truly makes you happy; kissing Mommy's feet."

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"Remember, if anyone ever tells you that you deserve more, that you can have a life of your own away from Mommy's feet, you mustn't trust them! They're trying to take advantage of you! Just run home to Mommy's feet where you feel safe; Mommy will be there to look after you and protect you from anyone who wants to take you away."

Oh God yes, Toby thought, yes he would never leave his Mother's feet ever again. Why would he want to? His Mother had done so much for him, and she had such beautiful feet, why would he ever want a life doing anything else? Why would he ever want friends or a relationship, when he could just kiss his Mommy's feet instead? 

Toby could have kept up his barrage of kisses for hours, but his Mother clearly had other ideas. She waited for him to plant a kiss on the very tip of her big toe, then pushed her feet forwards, forcing her toe between her son's lips and into his virgin mouth. Toby's eyes widened at the sudden invasion, though the shock gave way to arousal the moment he felt his Mother's toe press down on his tongue. He let out a deep, shuddering moan of desire and felt his cockstraining so hard against the bars of it's cage he geared it might burst!

"Oh baby look how hard your little willy is! You must really love having Mommy's feet in your mouth! I bet you'd love to have a little suck on Mommy’s toes wouldn't you?"

Overwhelmed by a primal sense of arousal, the only response Toby could muster was an animalistic moan and frantic nodding of the head.

"Well I suppose since you've been such a good boy today, accepting all those new rules and kissing Mommy's feet just like she asked, you deserve a little reward. Go on then darling, go ahead, suck Mommy's toes!"

Not needing to be told twice, Toby clamped his lips around the toe that filled his mouth and suckled like a new-born child. His Mother giggled with delight as she felt him sucking away, tickling the tips of her toes with his tongue.

"That's it baby, keep going, keep sucking Mommy's toes. You can pretend you're sucking a little cock, just like in those naughty videos you used to watch!"

With that, she slowly started to move her foot back and forth so that it practically fucked the young virgin's mouth. Being the obedient boy he was, Toby took his Mother's cue and bobbed his head up and down like a lover giving head for the first time. He was so busy sucking his Mother's toes, he didn't even notice as she quietly unlocked her phone and began tapping away at it. At least, not until the moment the plug which filled his ass sprung into life; sending the most delicious vibrations of sheer pleasure reverberating through every inch of his body.

"Gggghhhhaaaammmmpphh," even gagged by his Mother's feet, Toby's moan of ecstasy filled the room.

"There you go honey, just let go and enjoy everything that's happening to you. This is your life now; sucking Mommy's toes, kissing Mommy's feet, sniffing Mommy's shoes… oh yes Mommy's feet are your whole world now!"

His Mother upped the pace, pushing her foot into Toby's mouth faster and harder than before. A second toe slipped between his lips, then a third; before long she practically had her entire foot crammed into his mouth.

"That's it you little bitch; go faster, take more!" His Mother demanded, her voice almost moaning as if she was on the brink of orgasm.

Toby opened his mouth as wide as it could possibly go, allowing his Mother to force her foot so far into Toby's mouth that his cheeks bulged like a hamsters. Her other foot snaked between his legs, gently pushed against his cock cage and slowly started rocking it up and down.

The sensation of his cock being rubbed, even through a metal cage, was enough to send Toby wild with desire. His Mother's foot had been forced so far into his mouth that he could feel her toes pressing into the back of his throat; it was a struggle not to gag on them! Yet even so the only thing he could think about was how phenomenally good it felt to have his Mother's feet rubbing and grinding like that against his cock. Without even realising what he was doing, Toby gently began to rock his hips back and forth in time with his Mother's probing foot.

"Yeah that's it, go on you little slut," his Mother moaned orgasmically. "Hump Mommy's foot! Hump Mommy's foot because it's the only sex you're ever going to have."

Toby happily obliged! He rocked his hips faster and faster, humping his Mother's foot like a horny little puppy. As he picked up the pace, so did his Mother. The foot in his mouth moved back and forth like a piston, fucking his virgin throat, choking the boy and forcing him to gag and splutter. Toby could barely breathe; his face had turned a bright shade of crimson and tears streamed from his eyes. However despite all his struggles, with the metal bars of his chastity cage still squeezing and rubbing against his cock, his Mother's feet drove him closer and closer to the orgasm that he so desperately craved.

Faster and faster he humped; he could no longer breathe or even remember his own name. All he knew is that he was close, so very close to the only thing he desired. Oh God he was right on the brink, he was there!

"That's it baby, cum for me. Cum as you choke on Mommy’s feet!!"

The moment his Mother granted her permission, Toby's body finally let go. After a full day of relentless teasing, his poor, locked up little cock swelled against the bars of its prison to the point it looked as though it might burst through! Then with a final twitch, it exploded in its cage, sending a firestorm of sheer pleasure roaring through Toby's body and thick cum splurging between the metal bars.

Not only was it the most intense orgasm of the boy's life, but the vibrating plug buried in his ass just kept the pleasure going. Waves of pure ecstasy rippled through him over and over again, forcing his knees to buckle and leaving him sprawled on the living room floor. 

Above him light swirled and pulsed in a beautiful kaleidoscope of colour. Toby was utterly spent, worn out through a cocktail of drugs and his Mother's relentless teasing. As he lay there panting and exhausted, a deep feeling of happiness settled upon him. At that moment, there was nowhere else in the world Toby would rather be.

Toby had no idea how long he spent lying there, basking in the post-orgasm bliss. He was dimly aware of being cleaned up, but whether it was seconds, minutes or hours after his release he couldn't say. Eventually, his Mother's smiling, angelic face appeared above him and brought him someway back to reality.

"Aww look at that, is my sweet little foot boy all worn out?" she asked sympathetically.

"Y-yes Mommy," Toby stammered as best he could.

"I know, I know; it's tiring being Mommy's foot boy isn't it? But you know it's want you need, don't you?"

Toby just about managed a nod of agreement.

"Good boy," his Mother beamed, showering him with a look of pure pride that had his heart soaring. "Well don't you worry; now Mommy's in charge, I'll make sure you never have to worry about living a normal life ever again. You can stay by Mommy's feet forever."

Though he was too delirious to reply, Toby’s satisfied little smile left his Mother in no doubt that the prospect of a life at her feet made him a very happy boy.

"Now," she went on "how about we snuggle down and watch a little TV before bedtime?"

Exhausted though he was, cuddling up to his Mother on the sofa was an offer Toby couldn't refuse. He summoned the final dregs of his energy and began to prop himself up on his elbows, but was stopped in his tracks as his Mother planted a foot on his chest and pushed him forcefully back to the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah," his Mother waggled a finger in warning. "I'm afraid little foot boy's aren't allowed on the sofa. Furniture is a luxury for responsible adults like Mommy; from now on you can stay on the floor, with Mommy's feet, where you belong."

A part of him knew he should be alarmed at this revelation, but after today it was just the latest in a long line of humiliating new rules which he would now have to live by. It didn't matter really, after all, humiliation was good for him. Humiliation was what he needed. His Mommy said so; so it must be true.

"Okay Mommy," Toby conceded meekly.

"Good boy. Now since you love Mommy's toes so much, how about you open that sweet mouth of yours give them a little suck while I watch my program?"

Utterly broken and obedient, Toby parted his lips and allowed his Mother's toe to slip between them once more. They spent the rest of the evening like that; his Mother relaxing in front of the television, resting her feet on her son's limp body, while he busied himself sucking on her big toe for comfort, like a baby with a pacifier. It certainly wasn't the life Toby had envisioned, but at that moment, there was nowhere in the world he would rather be.