Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2016 09:11:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: theevilmommy@yahoo.com
Subject: indulging my son's interest in cbt part one

		      Indulging my sons cbt interest
				Chapter one

This is strictly fiction and never happened. It is all fantasy and I do not
endorse mistreatment of others.

Feedback welcome. theevilmommy@yahoo.com


 I was just so bloody bored, I had a few days off from work and had already
cleaned the house top to bottom. I had even done the gardening. There was
absolutely nothing decent on the television so, I decided to snoop on my
son.

 It was something I thought I would never do, but he was at that
interesting age where sex reared its ugly head. I really did not mind that
he would be curious and look at porn on his laptop. What kid doesn't?

 But a few friends of mine had been saying, that they had found porn on
their son's computers, so I was curious to see what my son, Jon was looking
at.

 I poured myself a large gin and tonic and went into his room, switching on
his laptop. As it turned on I looked around at the general mess on the
floor dirty clothes, books etc.

 Soon the laptop was ready and I clicked on the history folder. Wow I
thought, there was tonnes of stuff he had been looking at. I at random
clicked on one of the links and a site appeared.

 I was shocked at the title page Ball Busting Tales! I opened it up to see
it had clips of sadistic cock and ball torture, handed out by both males
and females. The site also had stories I noticed.

 Going back to his history I quickly saw he had been reading many of
these. I clicked on one of them, and was soon reading about a young boy
being tortured by an older female neighbour, who had caught him stealing
her underwear from the washing line. The way the boy kept going back to her
for more and more extreme torture captivated me and I read it all.

 Before I read another story I went to refill my glass with gin. On return
to the room I noticed a thin nylon cord tied to one of the legs of the
computer chair. At the other end was a noose. Had Jon tied his balls in
this noose as he surfed for such perversions I wondered?

 I read a few more stories, and was getting into the idea quite a bit, and
I could feel my pussy getting damp. But I noticed the time on the clock and
Knew Jon would soon be back from school.

 The evening was normal enough, but I slept a fitful sleep. Images from the
stories kept creeping into my head, and I dreamt of what it would be like
to inflict pain on a hard cock and balls.

 I could not wait for Jon to go to school, and as soon as he was out of the
door I ran, and turned his laptop on. While I waited for it to boot up I
quickly showered. Sipping my coffee I looked at what he had been looking at
the previous evening. I was shocked to see that this time the stories he
had been reading had a heavy gay content.

 Was my son gay I wondered? I would not have minded if he was, but I began
to worry that soon he would want to act out some of these stories and knew
he could put himself in all kinds of danger. Who knows what kind of
sadistic pervert he may encounter?

 I do not know what put it into my mind. But, it did make a kind of sense
to me. The thought had come into my mind, that if Jon wanted this kind of
play then maybe it would be safer if it was myself doing the torture. And
not some random weirdo.

 It was a real revelation to me, and I was deeply disturbed that I could
think such a thing. But by lunchtime had arrived I had got used to the
idea.

 The clincher though was when I had looked at more of his history and found
a load of incest and younger man and milf stories. Had my son been thinking
of me in that way too I wondered?

 I had a nap after lunch and once I had woken I was sure of what I wanted
to do, and I will admit more than a little turned on. I booted up my own
laptop and found the website Jon had been using the most. I looked at the
links page and found what I was looking for. A shop that sold bondage
equipment and most importantly cbt toys.

 The shop was quite a drive away and as soon as Jon went to school the next
day I hopped into my car and started on my journey. I got to the shop and
smoked a cigarette while I settled my nerves. Eventually I felt ok to enter
the shop.

 It was a little dark in there and it took a while for my eyes to adjust to
the dimness. I could smell the lovely aroma of leather and felt excited at
being in such a place. I began to wander around the shop, avoiding the
other browsers, and soon found the cbt section.

 I recognized some of the implements others I had no idea of, or how they
could be used. After putting a few items in my basket I came to the
conclusion that I would need some sort of mentor to help me understand some
of the more exotic looking toys.

 I was a bit despondent at my lack of knowledge and not having anyone to
turn to. I went to pay for the items I had chosen. The owner at the till
was quite a big guy dressed head to toe in black leather. And sporting a
nice bulge in the tight leather trousers I noticed. I tried to avoid his
eyes as he checked the toys through the till.

"Did you find everything you wanted?" he asked me.

"Yes, well" I mumbled, and looked down at my feet.

 "Ah I see, was there something specific you were looking for?"

 "Hmmm, well no, it is just that this is all new to me, and I just do not
know how most of that stuff works"

 The owner smiled with reassurance.

 "That is not a problem. I close early on a Thursday, so why not come back
in an hour when we can have the shop to ourselves, and you can ask whatever
questions you wish"

 I thanked him and paid for what I had bought. He told me of a near by
coffee shop and I went there to wait for the shop to close for the day.

 I knocked on the door and was let in. The handsome owner showed me around
the rest of the shop before leading me back to the cbt section. I asked
about several of the implements and was given sound advice and was soon
adding more items to my basket.

 It was when he showed me an upright frame to hold your victim in and I
asked about adjusting the height that I slipped up and admitted that all
this equipment was to be used on my son. I could see the cogs turning in
his mind as he weighed up my age and guessed at Jons age.

 He asked me about it and did not appear to be concerned. In fact he got
his laptop out and showed me some clips of young boys having their cocks
and balls tortured by men. I felt secure enough around him that I told him
that Jon had been looking at gay cbt stories too. By the growing bulge in
his leather trousers I could tell he was interested. Encouraged by this I
sounded him out further.

 I ordered the frame and asked him to come and fit it the next Friday while
Jon was at school. That weekend was a bank holiday, so I would have three
days to give my son the thrills he had been searching for. We also agreed
to contact Jon through the internet to sound him out further, and to set
things up.

 The owner of the shop Pete, gave me his login for one of the cbt chatrooms
I know Jon had been using, and we hoped to lure Jon into a chat with me
just listening in as it were.

 I started to dress a little more sexily around Jon, adding a bit of
make-up. And I must admit I felt good having someone to dress up for. On
the way home from work on the Monday I stopped off and bought a Sexy one
piece spandex bikini in bright red.

 I made sure I had shaved my pussy, and cut out the reinforcement from the
crotch area to give myself a good camel toe, and was using my home gym when
Jon came home from school. I had built up a good sweat too. As one of the
stories Jon had read a few times described a woman in a similar outfit and
the way she was sweating.

 I could smell my arousal and I hoped Jon could smell my sweat as this was
a key point from the story. I turned around to face him as He walked in
spreading my legs on the seat of the multigym exposing my shiny spandex
covered camel toe to him.

 I watched as Jon began to blush, and noticed he struggled to keep his eyes
from my pussy. I felt elated to be teasing him and exposing myself so
wantonly to my son. I saw he was starting to get a cute little hard on
which pleased me greatly. He made an excuse to leave which I expect, was to
have a quick wank. And I went to my room to masturbate at the scene that
had just been played out.

 After tea I went to browse for some more sexy clothes, and found a sexy
pair of over the knee boots I knew I could have a lot of fun with.  The
next day I finished work early and rushed home to get ready for Jons return
from school. I bathed and pulled out the clothes I wished to wear to tease
him further. I wanted him primed to be in lust with me. I chose a Pair of
those shiny lycra leggings that are so popular at the moment, and I adored
how they hugged my shapely legs and bottom so well. Along with a pair of
stiletto heels, and a tight t-shirt. I thought I looked great especially
after applying some slutty eye shadow and bright red lipstick.

 I still had time to kill so I went to Jon's room and turned on his laptop
to look at some more stories for inspiration. While the laptop turned on I
decided to tidy up his room.

 As I remade his bed, I spotted my spandex bikini sticking out from under
his bed. I just knew he had been either sniffing or licking it. To get my
own back I found a pair of his underpants that were not very clean and
stained by what looked like his cum.

 As I read a story from one of the cbt sites I brought his pants to my nose
and sniffed them whilst I pinched my nipples. I was getting so turned on
and carried away that I lost track of the time and nearly over ran my time
in Jon's room. I grabbed the dirty laundry and was bent over loading the
washing machine just as he walked in.

 At least he would have had a great view of my ass when he walked in I
thought. Jon told me he was going for a shower which let me prepare another
part of my plan. I had already washed most of his clothes that day and they
were still wet drying on the washing line.  As he showered I took his
remaining clothes including his school clothes that he had just taken off
and added them to the washing machine.

 It didn't take long for him to shout that he didn't have any clean clothes
to put on. And I shouted back to him that there was a present on the bed he
could wear.

 I was excited waiting for Jon to come for his tea in his new clothes. I
was not disappointed as he walked into the kitchen, wearing the dark blue
lycra cycling shorts and top I had bought him. His cock looked fantastic
outlined by the lycra as did the balls I was soon to be torturing.

 Jon looked embarrassed to be dressed as he was in front of me. And I found
I was enjoying his discomfort. I noticed his eyes drift over my outfit, and
despite his efforts to hide it behind a chair I could see his cock harden
to a decent size for his age.

 It took a lot of self discipline on my part, in my heightened state of
horniness not to get down on my knees in front of my son and start sucking
on his cute cock.

 But I managed to control myself, putting myself into positions to tease
him further. Showing my body off to my son was becoming a major turn on for
me at this point.

 After tea I began to have doubts. Was I doing the right thing? And could I
really go through with torturing his lovely little cock and balls?

 Luckily it was the evening that Pete the shop owner was going to contact
Jon on the cbt chatroom, so I settled myself down in my room to watch the
chat unfold. It was not until 9pm that anything happened, and then I saw
Pete login and started a chat with Jon.

Pete: "hi there I have seen you online quite a bit and seen that you have
visited my online shop, how's things buddy?"

Jon: "Oh hi yeah things are good this is a good website isn't it."

Pete: "Oh yeah very good what do you like the best on here."

Jon: "Pretty much all of it, I like the pictures and the stories I like to
imagine it is me that is being tortured."

Pete: "That is cool bud, I take it you have not had a session yet then?"

Jon: "No, not yet unfortunately, but I hope I find someone soon, who will
help me out, it turns me on so much."

Pete: "I am sure it will happen in time."  "So what are you looking for a
man or a woman."

Jon: "Well, it depends on my mood I guess, sometimes I look at some of the
older domme women, and think that would be so hot. But other times I
imagine it is a guy doing it to me and I wonder how it would be to be
fucked by a guy."

Pete: "Well it is good you are open to things. It will make meeting people
that much easier, is there someone you have your eyes on at the moment that
you fantasize about punishing you?"

 I sat upright then, my heart beating in my chest, would Jon have fallen
for my plan?

Jon: "Well at the moment I picture my mom a lot. She is quite hot and has
been dressing so sexily lately. I picture her dressed like a dominatrix and
her abusing my cock and balls."

Pete: "Hmmmm I wonder if she suspects anything? I am sure she will have
checked to see what porn you may have been looking at or looked for cum
stains. Mothers tend to do that kind of thing."

Jon: "Oh my god do you think so, that would be so embarrassing."

Pete: "Well it could explain why she may be dressing sexier around you."

Jon: "Wow do you really think so?"

Pete: "Yes buddy I do, It has got to be worth testing out hasn't it?"

Jon: "Oh yeah, like that is going to happen. I can hardly go up to mom, and
say god you look hot, can we fuck and by the way can you hurt my balls
please."

Pete: "No you can be a bit more subtle than that, leave something on your
pc for her to find. Something like a story about you and her, and at the
end let her know you want it to happen, and that if she is up for it to use
a password."

Jon: "Wow I don't know about that it is quite a hot idea. But knowing my
luck she will either send me away, or to a shrink."

Pete: "Well it is up to you buddy. But there has to be a reason she is
dressing up. From what you have said it does not sound like you have much
to lose, either she does not know what you are into, or she does, and likes
the idea, and has just kept quiet about it ,and is being discreet."

Jon: "Well maybe I still think it is too risky. I have to go now but will
think about it."

 They both logged off and I turned off my light to sleep. As I lay there I
played back their conversation and was pleased my sexy dressing had paid
off, and that Jon thought I looked hot! I hoped that he would follow the
plan and leave me a sexy story.

 I woke needing the loo during the night, and as I quietly opened my
bedroom door I could hear what sounded like Jon typing. I listened closer
and was sure that was what he was up to.

 I drank a couple of shots of vodka to calm my nerves, and to try and make
me sleep, instead of marching in to Jon's bedroom and catching him write
the story, and punish him there and then. Patience was never my strong
point!

 But I managed some sleep and could not wait until he was out of the door
and off to school. I poured a large measure of vodka and went to the
laundry basket. I found the dirtiest pair of my own panties, and the lycra
cycle shorts Jon had worn last night. As the laptop booted up I remembered
something Pete had said would get me horny and off my tits, I ran to my
room and put on my filthy panties and retrieved the bottle of poppers from
my closet.

 I took a hit of the poppers and felt my head swim and held Jon's shorts to
my nose as I searched Jon's laptop for the story. I had my fingers crossed
as I searched and then I found it.

                                        My Mom the Domme.
 I was surfing my pervy websites when my mother burst in to my room. What
made it worse was, that I was wearing a pair of her satin panties. What's
more, my cock was rock hard and sticking out and leaking precum.

 She walked in, on her highest heels and span my chair around, which made
me scream out loud. Mom looked confused at first until she looked down and
saw that my cock and balls were tied to the base of the computer chair I
was sitting in.

 Mom burst out laughing at my plight, and then spotted what was playing on
my laptops screen. A video was playing of a guy tied to a bed. But what was
special about it was that a dominatrix was whipping his cock and balls with
a riding crop.

 My mother looked at me with a look of disgust, and told me I was a filthy
little boy and gave me a hard slap on my balls. She stormed out and went to
work.

 Later I nervously returned home, dreading facing Mom now I had been found
out. I was sure that I would be at least grounded or worse than that have
my laptop taken away.

 Mom was not downstairs like she usually was, so I made my way to my
bedroom. On my bed was a note and a parcel. I opened the note and read what
my mother had written.

 "Jon at first I was very angry at you for what you were doing, and for
what you were looking at. But when I calmed down, I realised the only
person you were hurting was yourself. And I must admit you looked cute in
my panties.

 If this is what you wish to explore, I have no objections. But I still
think you need to be punished for wearing my panties without asking me. If
you agree, when we see each other next just bring the word Lavender into
the conversation and present to me what is in the parcel."

 I opened the parcel and saw it was a pair of Mom's panties that still felt
warm and had her scent on them. These were wrapped around a shiny black
leather riding crop.

 God I was excited, Jon had swallowed the plan like a dream. I was woken
from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I opened it to sign for a parcel,
it was the boots I had ordered, and I could not wait to put them to good
use.

 I logged onto Pete's website and looked at some of the leather gear he had
there, as I was now sure of the plan and I so wanted to get the full
dominatrix look.

 I phoned Pete and let him know the plan had worked, and I asked him to
bring over the clothing I had chosen, when he came to fit the frame I had
purchased. He told me that he would be straight over.

 While I waited, I went to have my hair done, and got back just as Pete
pulled into my drive. He unloaded the car taking his tools and the parts of
the frame to the cellar. He also gave me the clothes I had purchased, and
as he got to work I laid out the boots and the leather clothing on my bed
ready for later, and I took a good long soak in the bath.

 I got out and did my make up in an 80's slutty look, with plenty of the
eye shadow that was used around then, it was a look I was always fond of. I
put on a tight black lycra dress that I was always meaning to wear, at some
party or other, and a pair of heels. And I went to see how Pete was getting
on, taking down all the toys I had purchased the other day at Pete's shop.

 Pete gave me an approving look, and we kissed, feeling his hard cock press
against my thigh as we did so. I looked at the frame now in its place and
Pete ran though how it all worked with me again. And he helped me hang all
the toys and whips up to give the cellar a real dungeon look.

 Pete said he had a special present for such a good, and hot looking
customer and said it was still in his van and he would go and get it. He
gave me a hit of poppers, to get me ready for later he said. And I offered
to get him a drink while he brought in this present.

 When I returned to the cellar with a beer for Pete and a vodka for myself,
Pete unveiled the present. It was a leather covered spanking bench. "No
dungeon is complete without one" he told me.

 I gave him a kiss as a thank you, and as I did I squeezed his ass through
his leather trousers. He gave me another hit of the poppers which began to
get me horny. I reached round and rubbed his cock, feeling it harden under
my touch.

 I sat on the bench, my face level with his groin and unzipped his leather
jeans and pulled out his lovely fat cock. As my mouth drew closer to it I
could smell his manly smell, mixed with the warm leather. I took his cock
into my mouth, and tasted his sweet hot cockhead. I swirled my tongue
around it, feeling his juices seep out to help lubricate my tongue.

 My nipples were getting so hard, and I had to reach down and pinch them as
I sucked on Pete's hardening cock, which was growing to an impressive
size. I was just so turned on, as I had not had any sex for about a year,
and combined with the poppers, and the thought of what we would be doing
over the weekend, I was overcome with lust.

 I began to deep throat Pete's cock and heard his grunt of approval. My
pussy was leaking copious amounts of juice, and I knew I just had to have
that cock in my cunt. I looked him straight in the eye.

 "Fuck me Pete, fuck me like the slutty whore I am"

 I do not know where those words came from, as I was normally what, I would
have considered a normal working mother. But now I felt so bad and
slutty. Finding Jon's porn had unleashed a new me. A liberated, uninhibited
naughty, me. And I loved it.

 Pete grabbed me roughly and forced me onto the spanking bench, pushing my
dress out of the way he positioned his cock near my pussy.

 I had a strange notion overwhelm me, it must have been from all the
torture videos I had been watching, but I wanted it to hurt!

 "Force that big fucker straight in Pete, all the way in, fuck me like a
bitch on heat".

 And he did, without a pause, he fed his cock right into me. Straight to
the hilt. I felt his pubes on my bare pussy as I took a deep breath at the
sudden intrusion. It was only then that I screamed at the pain.

 I locked my legs behind him, holding him to me as I adjusted to his large
member being in my tight pussy. I loosened my grip to allow him to fuck me,
and on his thrusts I pulled him into me as fully as I could. I was in
heaven, especially as it was the first fuck that I had in a long time. I
would have given him my ass there and then to feel an even bigger amount of
pain. But I was conscious of the time. But as I thought of that fucking in
the future my orgasm built it inside me. And as I thought of the pain I
would be inflicting soon, my barriers broke and I came bucking on Pete's
cock. He came too at the thrusts I was giving in my orgasmic spasm.

 My pussy was flooded with his hot semen, and I felt some of it squirt out
as he slowed down his thrusts. It felt so good to be having hot sticky cum
dripping out, and onto my skin again. And I wondered why I had given up on
sex for so long. At least, I pondered, I now had found the world of kink
and knew there was lot of things I had not even thought of yet to explore.

 I kissed Pete goodbye and told him that I would see him very soon. I wiped
up the spilt cum from the bench with my dress and went to my room. I
carefully slipped off the lycra dress, and wiped the cum leaking out of my
pussy on to it. I showered again, as I was all sweaty and reapplied my
make-up.

 As I sipped a vodka I was watching the clock for Jon's return home. Five
minutes before he was due home I slipped on the lycra dress again, careful
not to get the drying cum on my skin.

 I smoothed out the dress, feeling my hard nipples against the material and
added my shiny three inch heeled shoes to my outfit. I went into the
kitchen and grabbed a few vegetables as if I was preparing a meal, knowing
full well there was not much chance of eating that evening!

 I was so full of nerves, my hands were shaking as I heard Jon's key in the
door and heard him enter the kitchen. As he did I pressed play on the cd
player I have in the kitchen.

 I turned to face my son hoping he would guess what the stains were on my
lycra dress. As I turned, I could see an amazed look on his face as he took
me and my slutty outfit in. He took a good gulp of the drink I had made for
him, draining it in one.

 "Hello darling how are you, I hope you had a good day at school."

 "Yes mom it was ok, you look nice by the way."

 "Oh thank you hunni that means a lot to me."

 I turned back to the vegetables in the sink and took a deep breath. It was
now or never. Nervously I began to sing along to the track I had chosen on
the cd. Of course it was an old song, Lavender by Marillion and I
emphasised the word Lavender as it I sang along.

 I turned back to face Jon. And noticed a blush come to his face and neck,
how cute I thought.  I asked him to get me a glass of wine from the fridge.

 "That's not a song I have heard before mom what is it"

 "It is called Lavender Jon, do you like it".

 "Yes Mom". He too took a deep breath and our eyes locked, he just needed
to say it. With a swallow he said "Yes Mom Lavender is a good track I must
get a copy".

 It was all said and done now, and we knew where we both stood. Our family
dynamic had now taken a different road.

 "Good, why not run upstairs and get changed ready for tea."

 I let him get to his room and find the parcel I had left for him. Which
unlike in his story, was a pair of my favourite pink satin panties.  That I
had been wearing whenever I could, over the last fortnight or so. They were
now stinking of my body and bodily functions. And were nicely stained too.

 When I was sure he was in his room, I grabbed my wine and ran up to my
room. I slipped off my dress and looked at my new sexy leather clothing. I
wiped the juices from my dripping cunt onto the dress for Jon's enjoyment
another time. As I had decided that one of his new chores would be to hand
wash my intimate or sexy clothes.

 I slipped the leather suspender belt around my waist, clipping a new pair
of stockings to it. Smoothing out the nylons, and enjoying the feeling on
my legs. Next was a snug pair of leather panties which was cold on my hot
pussy lips, but soon heated up! Then it was the leather bra with nice steel
spiked studs on the cups. I also slipped into a sexy leather
miniskirt. This just left a short leather biker style jacket and of course
my sexy new boots.

 The boots I picked up with excitement. I had loved them at first sight,
they looked like they would hug my legs nicely and they would come up to my
kneecap. But the thing that really made me fall in love with them, was that
they had a flap of leather that flipped up over the knee, and what is more,
this flap had cruel looking spiky studs.

 I had requested the company that these studs would be sharpened and as I
caressed the boots and this flap I found they had followed my
instructions. I unzipped them, and took out the tissues from the inside. I
was so excited I took a hit from the poppers bottle and slid my foot into
the first boot.

 As soon as I had zipped up the first boot I was majorly turned on, maybe
more so than I had ever felt. I rushed and put on the second boot, I felt
like the sexiest woman in the world. I took a good look at myself in the
long mirrors of my wardrobe "wow" I thought to myself "you can look the
perfect slut when you want to". I flipped the flap of leather down for now,
not quite as sexy a look as I liked, but it would only be for a short
while.

 I walked out of my room teetering on the high heels of the boots, and
threw Jon's door open. He was wearing my panties as I had hoped and his
cock was making quite a tent in them. No doubt the Viagra I had dropped in
his drink helping that!

 His face looked flushed from the bottle of poppers that was also in the
parcel I had left for him. And on his laptop the dvd that I had made for
him was playing. It was one of those so called sissy hypno videos that tell
you to take a hit of poppers and watch.

 I was glad he had followed my plan and I was soaking up the attention he
was giving me in my dominatrix outfit.
 "So boy, do you like Moms new look."

 "Wow Mom you were always sexy, but that is just amazing, you look
stunning."

 "Well boy you wanted this. All from watching your disgusting porn. Now,
there will be changes around here, and if you truly want this to happen you
must realise that you will have to give up all control to me."

 "In what way mom?"

 "Well for instance, when we are playing you will call me Mistress. Also, I
will be the one who chooses when we play, and what form that may take. Some
of which may not be pleasant to you or what you want to do. That is the
price of submitting to a mistress."  I gave it a few seconds for this to
sink in. "So what is it to be boy, are you ready to submit to your
Mistress?"

 "Yes Mom, I mean Mistress please take me as your slave."

 "Good slave, now get off that chair and get your ass down into the
cellar."

  I watched amused as his little ass ran out of the room and on down to the
cellar. I took my time descending down the steps into the cellar. My heels
announcing my arrival.

 "Wow Mom where did all this come from?"

 I pulled out my riding crop and swatted his panty covered ass.

"Mistress, not Mom remember boy. I have invested in all this equipment so
that I can train and have fun with you. Just like a pathetic little wanker
deserves don't you think?"

 "Yes mistress, it is wonderful. Thank you so much."

 "We will see if you're still thankful after we have played boy. Now stand
with your back against the frame."

 He did as I asked, and I used the leather cuffs attached to the frame to
cuff his wrists to it. Next I dragged my sharp nails down his body towards
his panties. He gave a gasp as I reached the waistband and I paused as if I
was going to take them off.

 I continued with my nails down onto his now hard cocklet. I watched his
eyes as he shuddered at this incestual touch, and I smiled at his
discomfort.

 "You like that boy?" He nodded struggling to speak as he held back from
coming. I pulled the panties off him, discarding them on the floor. I then
cuffed his ankles to the frame, and then tightened the belt around his
waist. He was now secure in his bonds and all mine to do with, as I wished.

 I put on a disposable latex glove and spread KY jelly in, and around his
little asshole and attached a small butt plug to a platform, which was
between his legs. I turned a small wheel behind the frame which inched it
up towards his twitching hole. Just before it reached Jon's ass I slid a
condom over the plug as I knew he had not cleaned inside yet.

 I continued to turn the wheel, until it pressed against his opening. "Just
relax hunni and slowly sit on it." I gave him a hit of poppers, and watched
as he sat down as much as his bonds would allow. Slowly by turning the
wheel and more poppers, I had the butt plug fully inside my son's ass. Jon
was taking deep breaths as his little ass was stretched open by the
plug. But as he adjusted to it, his breathing came back to normal. So I was
happy to proceed to the next part.

 The frame had another wooden platform that you could adjust to sit around
Jon's cock and balls. It was split so that it you could fit it behind his
cock and balls and there was a small hole that you fed the cock and balls
through before clamping it shut. This left the cock and balls nicely
exposed and with a hard surface behind them.

 I felt Jon grow further, as I handled his parts, whilst I adjusted this
platform until I was satisfied. His balls were now hanging nicely, begging
to be hurt and I had pulled his cock upwards fastening it to the wooden
board with two special rubber bands which, if I had bought the device to
connect them to, could give nice electric shocks to his cock and
balls. Another time for that I thought to myself.

 "So slave do you like Mommy's boots? Sexy are they not?"

 "Yes Mistress they are hot, they suit you so well."

 I flipped the flaps up at the knees, exposing the sharp metal studs. Jon's
eyes widened as if he guessed what was coming next.

 "We will see if you still like them, in a minute or two slave boy"

 I walked up to him, enjoying the sound of my heels on the stone floor. I
put my hands each side of his head to steady myself, and then slowly
brought my knee up to brush against his bound balls.

 Jon gasped with pleasure at the touch of supple leather on his balls but
as our eyes locked, I saw him wince as I moved the spiky studs over the
shiny skin of his nut sack.

 Now was the time for the real play to start. I brought my knee back and
then brought it forwards pinning Jon's nuts between the studs on my boots
and the wooden board holding them in place.

 I watched fascinated at Jon's reaction, his whole body shook as it tried
to double up, which would be its natural protection. And his mouth moved as
if he was trying to speak. Before I gave him chance to speak I brought my
knee back into his balls.

 After kneeing him six times I stopped to admire my handy work. Jon was
panting and flushed red all over, with sweat on his brow. I bent down to
look at this balls which were nicely swollen, but not bleeding which
surprised me.

 "So boy do you still like mommy's sexy new boots"

 Jon caught his breath and brought his head up to face me.

 "Yes Mistress they are still very sexy on you, thank you for wearing them
for me and kneeing me in the balls with them."

 "And what will happen to them one day when I am out and you go snooping in
my closet eh?"

Jon knew I had him, I could tell he was as much in love with my boots as I
was.

 "Well Mistress, I would probably take them out and feel the soft
leather. Then put them up to my nose and smell them, maybe even lick
them. And feel those sharp spikes. And when I was excited I would rub my
cock against them, Mistress."

 "Hmmm just as I thought you pathetic wanker. Just as well I intend to lock
all my sexy gear away. But don't worry, boots need polishing, and panties
need washing, which, will be one of your new jobs. But as you obviously
have already thought about abusing my clothes, more punishment is in
order."

 I picked up my new riding crop enjoying the feel of the cold shiny black
leather in my hand. I flexed it menacingly as I got closer to Jon. I rubbed
the loop of leather up and down Jon's erect member and positioned myself
ready to strike.

 I raised the crop up and brought it down sharply on to Jon's erect
cock. He yelped with pain, and again with the next stroke. I decided that
he needed to be gagged, so I looked in the bag I had bought from Pete's
shop, and found what I was looking for.

 I pulled out a ball gag with a red ball attached to a leather strap which
I fitted around his head. Once satisfied I went back to spanking his cock
with the riding crop. Just for the fun of it I landed a few more strokes
onto his balls and the inside of his thighs.

 Standing back I was pleased to see tears in his eyes and knew that I had
been hard enough on him. It would have cheated him I felt, if I had not
been hard enough.

 I took off the ball gag and let him get his breath. I also released his
cock and balls from the wooden platform of the frame. Going back to the bag
I pulled out a pair of soft leather elbow length gloves. Letting him see
them come out of the bag and get excited by the look of them. With my back
towards him I slipped my hands into them.

 "So slave boy do you think you have pleased Mistress enough."

 "I hope so Mistress, I have taken all that you have given me and not made
a mess."

 "Yes you have done well slave, better than I thought. And so, yes today
you will get a reward, how about Mistress Mommy gives you a nice little
wank and massages your swollen little balls."

 "Oh wow, yes please Mistress, I have always wanted you to do that to me."

 I smirked as I turned back towards him, smoothing out the folds carefully
in the gloves. I say, I did it carefully, because the palm of the right
glove was covered in lots of tiny little spikes.

 I took a hit of poppers and gave some to Jon too. I then pressed our
bodies together, my leather, against his skin. I took hold of his balls and
slowly squeezed, driving the spikes into his skin. He opened his mouth in
pain, and I took the opportunity to press my mouth onto his and force my
tongue into his mouth.

 As he shared his first grown up snog with a woman, I began to use the soft
leather of the left glove to caress his cock. I could feel his cock pulse
in my hand as I continued the sensual wank with one hand, and the torture
of spikes into his balls with the other.

 I knew he wouldn't last long like this and soon I was rewarded. The strong
jets of cum squirting from his cock splashed against my miniskirt and
gloves, and a good amount landed on the floor. I broke the kiss and made
him lick the cum from my gloves. I then released him from the frame letting
him get the feeling back in his legs.

 Once he had his balance back I forced him onto his knees and made him lick
the cum from my miniskirt. When he had completed that chore I Left him to
lick the floor clean too.

 "Come to the bathroom when you have finished that task slave."

 I went up and ran him a warm bath to help soothe his genitals. Jon came
into the bathroom and I helped him into the bath. And let him soak.

 "Once you are dry, come naked into the lounge."

  A while later Jon joined me in the lounge and I gave him a drink.

 "I have another couple of presents for you here step into these."

 I held up a pair of leather shorts, which he stepped into. I pulled them
up his legs and carefully tucked his tender cock and balls in place before
pulling up zip. I was glad to see his cock had gone flaccid, as the idea of
these tight shorts were to stop him getting hard and enjoying it. For these
shorts too were lined with tiny little spikes, just where his cock and
balls would sit. The shorts were then fastened with a small padlock.

 The next present was a pair of leather wrist cuffs, which clipped nicely
to the waistband of the shorts, which would stop him playing with
himself. I helped Jon to sit in a chai,r and brought a bag of my toys and a
bottle of wine into the lounge. I connected Jon's laptop to the tv and
started a playlist of his videos.

 "So Jon, how was today for you? Was it how you expected it to be?"

 "Yes Mistress."

 "You can drop the Mistress now Jon. We are not in play mode just relaxing
afterwards."

 "Ok Mom, yes it was fantastic, better than I could ever of imagined. You
looked amazing. I always knew you were beautiful, but to see you dressed
like that was well, Wow!"

 "Thank you darling that is very nice of you to say so, I am glad Mom can
still scrub up nicely."

 "Well you do Mom. And all that gear you have bought is just something
else. It is like all my Christmases coming all at once. Not to mention the
play we had."

 "So you liked the play we did too. I am glad, as I have never done
anything like that before in my life. And until I found your files, I would
never even thought of such a thing. I take it you are happy to continue
then?"

 "Oh yes please I cannot wait to see what you come up with next."

 I smiled to myself, and wondered just how much of what I had planned he
would really enjoy. But we still had a three day weekend to find that out.