Mother Dear Pt. 09

"I love this place, baby boy. Every time we dine here I think back to that one fateful dinner, the dinner where this all began. The dinner after I came to your home unannounced innocently enough, wanting to take you out to eat only to find you dressed like a girl and on your knees doing what we bad girls do, delightful."

She winks at me over her wine glass, sips lightly. She laughs softly to herself. Her eyes sparkle with delight as my face turns beet red. She is beautiful.

"Would have been fun enough if I surprised you in girly clothes alone but with a man in the house no less, you with your lipstick all over your chin, him with his big dick in your mouth, walked right in on my son giving a man a blow job. Indeed. That was a surprise. You now know better, you now know to lock your doors, right?"

She laughs loudly.

"And that man pulling his pants up so fast he almost fell over, almost knocked me over as he hurried to your door and out of your house, his face bright red. He couldn't even look at me. I saw his wedding ring. I can only imagine what he was thinking on the way home, your lipstick all over his dick."

She nods her head back and forth, cutely, grins at me.

"Any regrets, honey? I would think a twisted little sissy faggot boy like you wouldn't have any regrets at all."

She smiles, raises her eye brows, sexy, visibly amused. She sits back in her chair and folds her arms over her breasts. She stares at me.

"No, Mother. You know I have no regrets. I love what we do. And I am so addicted to our secret world. I love you, Mother, adore you. You know that."

"I know you do, sweetheart. I know you do. And me likewise, darling little boy, couldn't love you more. I sometimes wonder why I didn't move you in this direction much earlier, once you reached the age of consent that is. After all I knew you snooped around in my underwear drawer early on. My darling boy wanted to be a darling little girl, fondling his mommie's panties and things. Well, now you are, so to speak, you are my sissy girl. My friend Allan thinks so, very much so. And he really is the perfect man for you. I trust Allan, a dear friend. He and I go way back, dear. He's better for you than a bunch of strangers cheating on their wives, no? He's taken a firm hand with you, hasn't' he?"

"Yes, Ma'am. He has."

She leans forward, her arms on the edge of the table. Her breasts push up and out, the hint of lace on top of her black bra visible through the top of her crisp white blouse, buttoned only to the center of her breasts exposing sexy and erotic cleavage. I see the bra I helped her into as I dressed her prior to our trip to this place, her favorite restaurant. I think about her slapping my face as I dawdled while helping her step in the sexy black lace panties she is wearing under her tight skirt, scolding me as I knelt in front of her, her holding the short leash attached to the collar she puts on me when I help her dress, telling me 'Stop staring at my pussy and pay attention to dressing me!'. I think about her allowing me to kiss the crotch of them, kiss her lovely panties, allowing me to smell her scent, just before she snapped my collar and scolded me to help her into her skirt.

I think fleetingly about my milking at her hand several hours ago, stretched out across her lap.

I squirm slightly. She notices.

"Those stripes I put on your butt yesterday must still be uncomfortable. If you'd do like I tell you to do you wouldn't have to be whipped like that."

She takes up her glass and sips again.

"Mother, we both know that even if I did everything the way you tell me to do it perfectly you'd still find a reason to whip me."

I look around the room, slightly uncomfortable on my seat. Even though I know only she and I hear each other and know what we are talking about, it feels like everyone in the room can hear, feels like they all know I'm wearing my locking penis harness and a rubber 6" butt plug inserted in my rear end, all held firmly in place by a tight panty girdle. I feel the slight welts from her riding crop, delivered two days ago, as I wiggle slightly, seeking comfort on the hard wooden chair.

"Yes, we do. Yes, we do. And we both know you'd beg for it if I didn't. You cry much easier than your father used to do. You really are a little baby."

She smiles at me.

"I haven't talked much about your father but he was the one that started all this, you know, this Dominatrix thing I love so much. A complete pervert, your father, God bless him. I loved and miss him dearly. We started our kinky journey before you were even born, honey. So much hot and dirty fun with that man, it all actually started for me with Doris. My first sexy little victim to fall prey to my selfish and dominant side, but I didn't think of it as such with her. She was just a college roommate that I could use for my guilty pleasures. Cute little lesbian girl waiting for just the right woman to come along and exploit her little ass, or should I say her mouth.", she giggles. "I was much amused by all of it. But it was antalya escort your father, shall we say, that 'inspired' me."

She looks at me, gages my slight discomfort. She giggles louder, teen-girl like.

"You keep moving like that and I'll whip you as soon as we get home. You sit still like a good trained boy! That rubber penis up your butt serves to train you to be a good girl for my friend Allan. I'm warning you, little boy, sit still!"

Her voice a slightly raised whisper across the table, firm, Dominatrix-like, she makes me glance around at other tables to see if anyone heard her. We are ignored, alone to the world at our table.

"Yes, Mother. I'm sorry."

I sit perfectly still. I feel the large rubber life-like cock push up fully and firmly into my butt all the way.

"I don't want you to think that I lusted after you, baby. I didn't, not ever. In fact if this had come up any time other than when it did I'd say it was crazy, wouldn't think we'd be doing what we're doing now in million years. But given my wonderful sexual libertine kinky S