Mom looked at me, a range of emotions flashed across her face. Anger was first, relief, love, forgiveness, and worry all competed, pain I saw too and that ripped at me. I grabbed mom when I saw that I had hurt her and and put my head on her shoulder. She pulled me up to lie on the couch beside her. I told her about how I loved her and had run away to not be physically violent. I told her about the panic at being told to do what I just would not do. That I could not get away had caused the panic.
Mom held me and stroked my hair. She listened and asked about when the panic started I told her when I had to swear. I told her about what that felt like; being forced to swear. I told her about seeing her so angry and hurt; how I had promised then not to hurt her again that way. Mom pulled my hair until I was looking at her.
“You are a fantastic man Timothy. You keep a promise, you do the very best you can all the time.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed her.
“Mom, we do a lot about what I want… can we do something you want please? I was thinking about that while I made coffee.”
I felt mom move to be on top so I turned to let her. When she was lying on me she looked me in the eyes.
“What had you thinking this?”
“Part of the issue last night mom was you were trying to do something to help me. I realized that practically everything we do is something I ask for, and that is unfair on you. You’re awesome, but that is not what we agreed on. I still end up in charge like that, and I don’t want that.”
“Tim, you do so much for me! Nobody ever fought for me! Nobody ever spent the time to help me get my own thing going just to give me independence. And the only way for you to learn is to ask and we see.”
“Then I’m asking mom. Do what you would like to.”
Mom spread her legs and took me into her instead of speaking. Every time I tried to use my hands to fondle or play with her breasts she slapped my hands down. She rode me until she had her first orgasm. After that I was allowed to use hands and mouth to bring her to another orgasm. Before I could cum she stopped, just slipping me out of her and lying by my side. She could tell I was close and didn’t try to please me; I lay holding her while having a raging erection and wanting to ejaculate like never before.
“Oh no, you don’t. I decide that.” Mom said as my hand went to my crotch.
“Mom I need to!”
“Your chance was yesterday. Take your mind off your dick. I could help you do that. The cane is right there.”
I thought of anything unsexy to try and get my erection down. Mom watched in interest until I started recalling star navigation procedures. She smiled and kissed me congratulations and pulled me by the hand to bath. In the bathroom she handed me the chastity cage.
“Choose. If you put that on I take more control. If you don’t we go back to what we had.”
“Mom, I am at your judgement.”
I held the cage out to her. My feelings about the cage were deeply mixed. Right at that moment I wanted nothing to do with the cage because I wanted to ejaculate. At the same time though I needed it. I knew I did because I knew I needed to be controlled. Especially, because of grandma and my father, without mom holding me and in control there was no telling how much damage I would do to unconnected people simply because I was angry.
Mom made no move to take the cage. She looked at it and at me. She understood something when she looked in my eyes.
“Presentation Position.” She ordered.
I moved and stood as she wanted me to, presenting my balls in an ideal position to do whatever she wanted. I was shaking in fear as I stood. I had no idea if she was going to hurt them. She saw my nervousness and nodded.
“You need it for more than just a reminder of here don’t you? With this on at work it also reminds you to work in that company, it tells you that there is unacceptable behavior. It reminds you that others aside from you depend on your decisions… we’ll see how you do without it today.”
“Thank you mom.”
We bathed together with mom letting me cum when we made love in her room before we got dressed. We discussed the day ahead, I told mom that I had found my half-sister through a private detective. Nothing was going to keep her from seeing the family.
“Mom? We haven’t finished last night’s punishment yet.” I said as we screamed back across the water from seeing my sister.
It had been sad, but it had given the family information. The police detective I had called was very interested as I told him that Maria could not have children. She and my father had probably set another girl up, one who would be under age and as such a prosecution was entirely possible. I opened my father’s financial records and gave directions to look into. The family were incredibly thankful. The detective had a predatory gleam in his eye as we had said goodbye.
“Yes, next weekend. Take time to recover first.”
“Ok, but only if it’s what you want to do.”
“Oh, it’s what I want to do. You also ran out on me and did not tell me what was happening, that will also be worked on over the weekend.”
I reached out and drew mom to me to kiss her and give her a hug. She laughed in surprised delight at that.
“I would almost say that you enjoy being punished!”
“I love you. It’s not about enjoying it, it’s that you know I need you to be hard on me. It’s just the wait…”
“That is the part I enjoy.”
The week dragged by. I spent my time at work wishing I was hope, getting the left over punishment over. My time at was spent in dread that it was being prepared, according to mom. The work meetings were largely about nothing unexpected or beyond dealing with. Grandad was definitely afraid of me and several directors picked that up quickly. I watched as grandad got sidelined on many new issues coming up.
On Thursday I had a meeting with a Marine Corps lieutenant general, a vice admiral, and Dusty. They had an inspection of our facilities, mere formality because Dusty’s marines had already given feedback. They were impressed as I showed designs we could sample for testing. It was in my office that I discussed worries I had. I started by telling them of grandad and grandma helping to cover my father’s actions and what I was doing about it.
“Damn son! You’re kicking ass, Fucking go for it! We don’t mind.” The admiral said.
“I’m not asking clearance to engage admiral. I’m asking for fire support. And advising there is an information security risk here.”
All three officers immediately sharpened their attention.
“My Grandfather and grandmother have access to the information, or at least will have when the material orders start and the products get brought onto our product lists. I am going to break them financially, they know I will. As such the only way they will be able to get money without my knowing, harming this project to harm me and weaken my position on the board, will be to steal and sell the information.”
“Ah fuck kid, we got your back on that now we know.” The marine general said.
“I want to go one step further general. I am a good sea captain, I might even be able to run a small fleet of ships. This… is a highly complex command, I do not have the experience, organizational ability, co-ordination ability to effectively run it.”
The three officers nodded that could completely understand that. They were relieved to see that I was aware of my shortcomings. It was a nagging worry to them and reassuring to know I was aware of it.
“What’s your plan Timothy?” dusty asked.
“He has a plan Dusty? Fuck how good is this kid?”
“General, Timothy worked an international insurance and smuggling operation for a year just to get back to the world. He won’t shit without a plan.”
“She’s right General. My plan will entail the marines losing a senior officer. I want the Brigadier to come in here, officially as military sales liaison and deputy VP in my office. But the Brigadier needs to advise me and give me a crash course in running something like this. She gets to sit in the board meetings because I will be giving evidence in several trials. As command of the organization shifts to me, or at least away from my grandfather she takes over as VP, you’ll need to resign Dusty. When I go to university next year or the year after the Brigadier steps in as president. This way we don’t alarm the investors, we have a smooth transition of control, you have time to create a smooth transition in Dusty’s post, everybody happy. After I finish varsity she retains control, I go off and do the next thing. This is my takeover and transition plan Dusty. Have a look and we can discuss at our next routine meeting in two weeks.” I said handing dusty a flash drive.
“Fuck you son! You need somebody more senior! I could jump on this show.”
“Get fucked Kevin, this shit needs a marine!”
Both officers could see a massive score here that went beyond money. With what we were doing the company would go to the Fortune Five Hundred easily. there was a huge amount of status and influence involved in that. such a springboard was a very nice boost for practically anything as they got to network among people who could finance or back a political career or go for bigger concerns.
“General? Admiral? My vote is the Brigadier, we work well together, she already has a lot of nitty gritty intelligence, she will not cause as much upheaval as losing a general will. She is already based here and can start sooner. All it will take is one order, surely? Moving a general from the pentagon to here to act as liaison will set bells ringing everywhere.”
Dusty winked at me with a smile.
“He has a lot going for his proposal general.” She said.
“Shit, getting court marshalled never looked so good.” The general said.
“Ah fuck! If these materials are half as good I can sell twenty minesweepers to the navy. The international sales… holy crap! Son, think of future development!”
“Admiral, if the ship building angle pans out we’ll need an admiral just for that. General, the design component will also go international, Japan, Philippines, actually the whole Pacific Rim, Greece, Portugal, France, Great Britain will all need the capability and custom designs. Those are also massively complex operations.”
The admiral and general stared at me intimidatingly. I stared straight back. Dusty broke the atmosphere up by suggesting that this could be discussed at the base with the information available. She didn’t have a hint of her amusement in her voice or face. Everybody knew she was laughing though because the casting vote was mine and I had already said who I wanted. Dusty was also laughing because she was getting around a glass ceiling from a completely unexpected direction.
Everybody agreed and it was an outwardly friendly group that went to the cars waiting for the the general and admiral. Dusty being the junior officer would be the last to leave. She saluted the general as he left after the admiral and looked at me.
“You do realize that ten generals are going to be fighting about this right?”
“Only ten?”
Dusty laughed and shook her head as her car pulled up.
“Timothy, this going to be incredible. Come to the O club with Vivienne when you have those proto types ready.”
“Dusty, just a word? Fred Henning is looking forward to working with you.”
Dusty did a double take and then nodded, a phone call would not be a bad idea. Fred was my senior project engineer for the vessels we were designing and prototyping for the marines. I had seen him need to move his erection when the three officers had left the test tank where he had demonstrated how a design worked. I knew it had been Dusty driving him wild because he had done it before when it had only been her.
Elsa and I went through the agenda, I had nothing in my diary until Monday having set two days aside for the generals. There were no new developments, just catching up with reports on the progress at The Belt and the Azores. Reading about the charter line it was clear the guy there was not going to cope. I called my sister’s grandfather who had run a holiday yacht and offered him the job. He had the qualifications, the experience, and I actually liked the older man nearing his sixties. He was a bit surprised and asked why I would do this. The simplest explanation was that he was family, he accepted that.
I was making arrangements for the mountain of paper work that went with recalling one officer and sending another as I sent mom a text that I was nearly finished with what I had planned for the week. I was reading about how the engineers were turning an old warship that had become a personal yacht, into a little automated factory that could become a luxury cruiser again when mom sent a message: Come Home Now and Take Tomorrow Off. I sent a few quick suggestions to those engineers and told Elsa that I would not be coming in the next day. Twenty minutes after receiving mom’s message I was on the way home.
When I got home the house was quiet; a message in the hall was simple. Get naked, put my collar and cuffs on with the ankle cuffs, and wait at the front door on my knees. I obeyed, and stayed on my knees for half an hour before considering this to be pointless, I was about to stand up when I heard mom’s car stop at the garage. I was kneeling quietly when mom came through the door with a lot of shopping bags.
“Hello, have you been a good boy? Kiss my feet and then we’ll see.” Mom greeted.
She waited until I had kissed each foot then gave me the shopping bags to hold and called me to the living room. We watched CCTV footage of me doing what mom had ordered. With mom satisfied she patted my ass in congratulations. Although she could tell I had nearly disobeyed her she was happy that I had.
“Go and put the bags down in the kitchen and make me coffee.”
“Sure. What’s in the bags? Should I put it away?”
“It will all go to your room. You can take it up later. And, no you can’t look yet.”
I liked mom in this mood, I seldom saw it though. She knew what she wanted and was having no trouble telling me. I made the coffee feeling good while also feeling apprehensive. Clearly whatever was in the shopping bags was going to be used on me or to treat me, I could see a lot of drug store branding. Mom had trained as a psychologist after I was born but that had started with an EMT qualification which she maintained; she needed to for running the school. I knew she had also done a physiotherapy course. I wondered what was in store. She told me to bring the coffee to her room with the bags when it was made and went upstairs.
Mom was in her underwear when I brought her coffee on a tray. She was sitting at her dressing table doing her makeup and asked me to put the tray down. Something was bugging her, I could see. I had not brought the shopping but waited as mom did her lipstick. She saw me watching, I loved watching her do this; she knew I did.
“Kneel here beside me Timothy.”
I did as she asked and waited as she got her thoughts I order. She filled the time mostly by turning to me and brushing my hair and commenting that I needed a haircut. She checked my fingernails and commented that I was letting them be longer than when I came to her. I explained about how I had enjoyed scratching her back lightly and the fingernails helped. Mom smiled softly at me and kissed my cheek.
“Do you know what the hardest part about being a domme is?”
“I suppose understanding your submissive?”
“That is hard yes. But not really, all submissives have some major issues of abuse in their past. Even you, ripped from home at five, that and you’re and uncompromising bastard with a conscience. I heard about what you did for Gerry, Renata called me. You’re not going to fire that GM in the Azores are you? It’s not his fault.”
Gerry was my sister, Gayle’s, grandfather. Renata was Gerry’s daughter. Mom was right I wanted the current GM to run the small boats service section. She was right about me being an uncompromising bastard too.
“The hardest part is caring and hurting somebody you love on purpose. It’s a different game for a domina who gets paid. The person under her control is a customer, the scene has been discussed and nothing happens that the customer did not pay for. For somebody like me though…”
“I know you feel bad after; that is why you check so much.”
“I check because I love you; you’re my son too, with everything that brings. I check up on you when you are asleep very often. That is not it Timothy, you do a wonderful job of reassuring me after too. The trouble is that I am always afraid of losing you. Last weekend was scary for me, not because you are so physically strong, but because you refused to talk to me. Every domina fears that her submissive will stop loving her because she pushed too far. It’s when the submissive stops talking that trouble starts. It tears a domina up like you would not believe when a submissive leaves her. Did she go too far? Not far enough? It’s worse when the submissive is somebody like you. You’re capable, you do not need micromanagement. You’re tough and don’t whine much, I’ve seen submissives who cry much sooner than you, and take much longer to recover.”
“Are you worried about taking charge mom? Doing what you think we need? Not doing what I ask about?”
“Yes, very much.”
“I asked mom, it’s a play if you like. A long duration play; set an end time if you like and we discuss then. What do you think we need? Not what do I need or want to find out. It’s about what we need, what do you need me to learn or understand?” I said.
Mom looked down at me with tears in her eyes. The same tears a girl gets when she sees a cute puppy, almost. I watched worry lift for her eyes to be replaced by that. I saw her looking at me with love and a lot of admiration. I kissed her hands and then under each ear, I wrapped my arms around as I kissed and used my longer nails to softly scratch her back. Nothing I could say would make her mind up, I could only support and let her know I was happy.
“You do know how to flatter Tim…” Mom said softly with pleasure in her voice.
She turned around to let me scratch better and I could see goose bumps of pleasure as I scratched and tickled lightly, now and again she would shiver in delight. I undid her bra to have a better run up and down her back and her head dropped to her chest as she leaned forward while shifting her ass closer to me for better effects.
“We need a housekeeper…” Mom said dreamily.
“Do you have someone in mind?”
“Yes… we need to get me pregnant too.”
“We’re working on that right.”
“Yes we are.” Mom chuckled.
“Do we need anything now mom?””
“This ends when you have to go to Florida to give evidence. When you come back we can decide further.”
“Ok mom. Do you think we need to sort anything out now?’
“Yes, we need you to learn that there is no vacation from your family in my home. There is no running away to a dark room because you’re upset, I will not tolerate you shutting me or our children out… Let’s get you punished then.” Mom said making her mind up.
Mom stood up, turned around and kissed me on the cheek. She went to her wardrobe and took her electric blue leather dress out, then the boots she loved wearing with the outfit. She considered, and put a petticoat on first. She sat down and put a foot out for me to put on. After her boots I helped he get the dress right and drew the zipper up. The last thing I did was to find the laces that went with the outfit and lace the corseted top part tighter to mom’s body.
She sent me to fetch the shopping bags while she unlocked my room and started preparing. I didn’t race, this was going to hurt, but I didn’t dawdle either. I wanted this over. Mostly though I was delighted that mom had clarity about where we were going. She was preparing for a baby and was going to teach me to be the husband and father she needed.
When I got back with the bags mom was waiting. She pointed to the floor in front of her for me to kneel. Once kneeling she took a ball gag from behind her back and showed in to me.
“You didn’t want to speak to me, so now you won’t be able to. The punishment you ran away from still needs to be decided, although nothing will ever get you to swear in front of me. This means we still have the issue of your manipulating me to beat my mom up to sort out and then not speaking to me; we agreed you would right when we started. This is going to be two punishment sessions then. Starting now until Saturday, Sunday you will rest. Understood?”
“Yes mom, what about my safe word?”
“No safe word. I am in charge, and I know your panic signals now. Do you accept?”
I was a little worried. But I also knew that this was closer to what I wanted at home, so I nodded and opened my mouth for mom to fit the gag. Next she put blinkers on my eyes. It was like the blinkers you can put on horses but the flaps at the sides of my head could be pulled over to make it a blindfold if mom liked. Then she let me stand up and go into my room with her following.
In the middle of the floor was something new. I could not see what else was new with my restricted vision and her barked order was to look at the thing in the middle of the room. It was a molded chair, mostly. I recognized that design as one very similar to a molded design used on ships sometimes, as deck chairs that reclined. There were some major differences though. The deck chairs had long, narrow protrusions at the bottom to act as foot rests, not two leg rests with restraints that could be set for height, separation, and angle they would restrain legs in. Then the armrests were different too. On the deck chairs they were nicely at the sides of the chair and had cup holders so that your drink did not go flying if the ship hit a rogue wave or changed attitude suddenly. These armrests had no cup holders, they had clips to hook my cuffs to. These armrests could also adjust, probably for maximum discomfort or be removed. The backrest was narrower, nobody was going to recline in this chair to suntan and get pissed.
“Just put the bags down on the floor. I don’t like whipping all the time. There are other methods that are a lot less effort for me and can be sustained as being painful for a lot longer.” Mom said.
She closed my blinkers to be a blindfold and guided me to the chair. Once I was in it she restrained my wrists then strapped my head to the headrest. Then she tilted the chair back so that I was nearly lying down, it was going to be a struggle getting out if I tried, even with free arms. Then she restrained my ankles. I was left seated half reclined, my arms over my shoulders and head. My legs were spread and up like a woman on an obstetrics bed.
“You won’t be needing this.” Mom said fiddling with my chastity cage.
She unlocked it and removed it then I heard her busy with the bags. I heard steel falling on steel and I heard a few other noises of things being unpacked. Then I heard a trolley with a squeaky wheel come closer. I was frightened, half the fear was from not seeing anything and having to guess. Then I felt the chair turn and mom opened the blinkers, I could feel spittle dribbling out of my mouth. It was actually embarrassing, mostly because there was nothing I could do about it; mom dabbed it away without comment.
Then she left my field of view and I realized that I was facing the door through which we had come. I was looking into her bedroom and at the bathroom across from me. I realized that mom did not want me seeing in the mirror, obviously to not know was part of the punishment. Then she was back in my field of view.
“I am going to use these to punish you.” Mom said holding a surgical needle up for me to see.
It took me a moment to work out how this could work. Mom did not let me stay puzzled for long.
“I am not going to bleed you, or inject you with drugs, the most radical I will use will be saline solution, and rubbing alcohol, maybe a gelling agent. It’s going to hurt… scream if you like.”
Mom said no more for a while as she pulled the trolley to where I could see it and took disinfecting spray and swabs to disinfect my chest and nipples. Then she took the cover off the first needle and pushed it into me just outside my right nipple. Mom had been right it did hurt. I felt it going in and felt every millimeter past my skin until the plastic collar was resting against my skin. Mom had done this before, it was clear in how confident and quick she was. She tapped the needle and I felt it jiggle inside the tissue.
“I prefer to do this, it’s actually safer than whipping you to unconsciousness, I like the way this looks more than bruises, and a lot less effort for me.” she said conversationally as she got the next needle.
She put this needle into the same area again and carried on making small talk as I gripped the armrests and bit down on the gag. That was a surprise to me too, the gag was not hard. It was more like a stress ball in that it compressed under my bite. I bit twelve times before mom was finished on my right breast. I had to admit that although it had hurt I was not sweating or trembling at the pain like I had with whipping.
“That was very good Timothy. Not a peep. When they scream at the slightest prick it can be distracting. We’ll quickly do the next one and then let you see. Then we will be ready to start the parts that really hurt.” Mom said as she moved to my left side.
I bit down twelve more times. Mom had a look after she was done and nodded. I considered, it still didn’t hurt that much, my muscles were stiff but that was it really. It did look pretty when mom fetched a mirror from her bedroom and showed me two circles of alternating yellow and red ends to the hypodermic needles around each nipple.
“Now a little therapeutic torture and we can carry on.” Mom said putting the mirror down.
She started a magic wand up and started vibrating around and on my nipples. I suppose that I need to explain about mom. She was, and still is a fantastic woman. She is loving, caring, supportive. She can be incredibly gentle too. However, when she needs to discipline she is hard as nails and utterly ruthless. She watches incredibly well and knows exactly when to stop so that she does not go too far. The night when I ran to the storm cellar was the last time I needed to use my safe word. I might spend too much time on her disciplining me, but this was the start, there was less need as we got to understand each other better. Mom also loves making her discipline useful for something else. She might seem cruel, but she has never dragged pain and inflicting pain out beyond what was needed.
The magic wand was utter hell as it vibrated the needles. I didn’t have the breath to scream as the vibrations disrupted my breathing. It did help though, my pectoral muscles were not stiff when she finished. I was recovering my breath when mom wheeled an old sonar machine closer. She squirted some of the lubricant onto my chest and had a look at where the needles ran under my skin.
“Wow that does look good! All into muscle, no trace of tearing…” mom said when she was busy looking at the second one.
She thought a bit and came to a decision as she put the sonar back. She reached across me and retrieved a type of plier from the trolley. She pinched a few places around my nipple and nodded to herself as she found the places she was looking for.
“I want you to be Tina for the weekend. I intended doing this tomorrow but you’ve been so good, we’ll do it now. Tomorrow we can carry on with something else that will teach you about being my husband.”
Mom pinched some skin and put a bigger needle in. I was surprised because I felt nothing after the prick. She repeated it twice more and then did the same on my other breast. She spoke while she was busy about there being an area between skin and muscle where you could do things like this.
“I must say thank you Timothy. Your pointer to that surgeon was very useful. While you were at work and the contractor was busy at the marina I spent quite a few very interesting hours speaking to him. By the time I let you go to bed you will have pretty breasts. They should last about three days, maybe five, you’ll just have to make a plan for work in that case.”
Mom showed me what she had, two bags of saline solution and two small brown bottles with syringe suitable tops.
“This is what he uses for temporary breasts. The bag is saline solution, the bottle is another liquid that turns the saline into gel. Don’t worry, the gel breaks down and you pee it out over the next few days. Patients need a few treatments over three weeks or so to stretch skin to be able to safely hold silicone implants. He prescribes two months for the woman to grow accustomed to the added weight, different balance, and… Sticking out further than she did. Once off will not have a massive effect.”
Mom set the drips up and carried on speaking as she checked the flow rates. I could feel the cool liquid coming through the needles at each breast. I realized that this was going to hurt later, but the idea of having breasts that could feel was incredibly enticing.
“We won’t be very ambitious. Not bigger than a B cup… That does give us a couple of hours.” Mom said in thought.
She picked up my chastity cage and looked at it with distaste. She turned it over a few times and dropped it on the trolley again.
“I don’t really like chastity cages. I think they are unneeded if a domina treats her submissive well. Especially for you, I do not consider a chastity cage to be any solution, it works for now as a training aid. You are remarkable about this thing! You don’t nag me to get it off, you don’t try to avoid it, I know you don’t get out of it because I see the effects, luckily you won’t need it much. Specifically for this weekend a chastity cage will be an issue and a gaff is just as bad. At the school we often have another solution to punish males who try to escape their chastity cages and cheat.”
I was wondering what such a solution could be as mom set about milking me. I had not realized that my rectum was available until mom put the butt plug in. She was not finished as I got an erection from the ball putting pressure on my prostate. She used a hollow sound, I hated the sound, mostly from my first experience of one. This time was not as bad though and way better than the second experience, because I didn’t see it. Between the sound, the plug, and the magic wand I was cumming in three minutes, maybe a little more. Mom cleaned up as my semen spilled out without me having any control of it. Then she felt my testicles and made satisfied noises as she disinfected my genitals.
Trying to scream came next. Mom started by pushing a needle through my foreskin. I was not circumcised so that was not difficult, the next part had me crying out as she pushed my penis between my legs and stitched it there to the skin going to my anus. She strengthened that with a few more.
“There. Almost finished Timothy. We can actually start calling you Tina. Just a few more stiches to give you a nice profile and really hurt if you even think of getting an erection.”
My testicles were either side of my penis and mom stitched my scrotum around my penis. She didn’t put a stitch through a testicle; a huge relief but getting a stitch through a scrotum and penis is not much better. This time I was sweating and nauseous when mom finished. She disinfected again and patted where she had just been busy.
“Normally we do that with anesthetic, but this is my punishment decision. You did very well! Supper time. Don’t go away!” Mom said then closed my blinkers.
With nothing new happening to me I was intensely aware of my body. The stitches hurt but that was in fact quite mild now. More insistent was what was happening at my breasts. I could feel the skin stretching, the weight growing. It hurt a little, but it was mostly just swelling without the bruising. I was noticing how sensitive I was in that region as I felt air currents blowing across them and the temperature differences seemed bigger.
I suddenly realized that mom was back when she fondled them. I groaned at the sensation involuntarily. It was fantastic, to be so sensitive, so aware of her fingers, her pinch on my nipple nearly blew my mind at how good it felt.
“Did you like that?” Mom asked.
I could barely move my head, but managed to nod a little.
“Too bad then, this is not supposed to be fun.” She said stopping immediately.
Suddenly she slapped each with a riding crop. The transition from sheer pleasure to agony was immediate. I cried out into my gag at the stings. I paid attention as mom checked my pulse rate and pinched skin on the back of my hand to see my level of hydration. She was happy and tilted the chair to be more upright then took my gag off. When she opened the blind again she had had a tray with supper for me and something to drink. Pointedly she put the bucket beneath me to catch any mess if I needed to pee. Clearly I was going to be here for some time.
“I don’t want you in a chastity cage permanently because I want more children in our family. At least four more and the lady who I’m considering as our housekeeper will need your services too. She was at the school and left her mistress. I don’t blame her, the mistress was a piece of shit. She is very interested in you, she has seen you around; you’ve seen her too. She wants to be a housewife. With both of us working it’s a good idea to have one.” Mom said as she gave me food.
She kept my mouth full. One other lesson mom had taught me at four had been to not speak with my mouth full. She knew that and was using it.
“Do you know that I’m impressed Timothy? No panic from you. Even screaming at the stiches you kept your legs still. Thank you for that. Drink up. There we go.”
She looked at the drips and poked at my breasts a little making me gasp before carrying on.
“You’re upsetting Elsa, do you realize that? She was at the school, got abandoned there by her dominant when he realized a D/s relationship has no real timeout. She wants to have you as her master. This weekend is partly to leave her in no doubt about who the dominant is here. That way she will understand why you have made no move despite obviously liking her and being very generous.”
This was alarming news. It implied that Elsa was going to see me like this. I did not want that at. Mom saw I didn’t and laughed a little.
“I am not going to shove your submissive desires down the world’s throat, but I will not have it a world ending secret either. Elsa will understand that if I bark you are going to obey, any domination you have with her will be with my blessing.”
Mom had finished feeding me and put the ball gag back before I could speak. She pulled the circle of needles out after putting the tray in her room, she explained that my breasts were going to push them out and it was safer if they were out of the picture before that happened. She checked her work on my genitals and then pierced my ears again. We had let the first holes close through not using earrings enough and with a weekend as Tina on the cards earrings were going to be needed.
“I don’t much like the BDSM scene here right now. A few years ago it was a lot of fun and dominants didn’t have a stick up their asses. These days there is always some dominant telling you how you should treat your own submissive in accordance to some set of rules an arbitrary dominant on the internet set up. Dusty and I go back eight years. It’s why I let her near you, why I liked your idea of getting her into the company.” Mom said while she checked on my growing breasts again.
She went to her room and came back with a bra I would wear as Tina. She put it on me, making sure to not disturb the needles feeding the gel in. Then she gave me a manicure. She liked my longer nails and merely gave them polish and a less square profile. After that it was toe nails. She checked on my breasts again and plucked my eyebrows. Both of us preferred me with plucked eyebrows because I tended to have a mono brow and would look aggressive easily.
“There, your temporary breasts are done. Now we just need you to sit still for an hour so that the gel can set.” She said as she stopped the drips.
I was very aware of the weight on my chest now. The smooth fabric of the bra actually felt a little scratchy to my incredibly sensitive skin. I watched her expression, she was fascinated by what had happened. I thought we would probably do this again, she was aching to fondle them again but apparently this was a crucial stage because the gel was curing. I could feel a very mild heat in my breasts as the process was ongoing. Mom did feel for heat and put a thermometer in my bra to monitor that.
She spent that hour waxing my legs, armpits, and beard. I idly thought about this and her statement that whipping as more effort. I agreed that it was probably safer, but she had spent an enormous amount of effort in this. My attention was drawn to my crotch again as a pee started building. Mom noticed my discomfort and told me to use the bucket. She watched me pee and was satisfied that I could without more pain. This meant there was no obstruction.
She felt my breasts and took my bra off again then she let my off the chair. The last item that came off was the set of blinkers. Mom turned me around to see the results in the mirror when she was sure I could stand and walk. The change was enormous it was an emotional shock that hit harder than any physical blow could have. I was instantly and intensely aware of a massive conflict between my eyes and what I knew I was. Standing like I would normally have stood was out of the question and I was standing more like a girl. I looked like a girl! I did not recognize myself entirely, it was a girl, who moved when I did but everything was different to the picture I was used to seeing in the mirror.
I had to admit that I looked like a pretty hot girl too. My side profile was feminine with my breasts making beautiful curves. The penis profile was gone too. I looked at my front view equally astonished. My nipples had stretched along with the skin although a little less than the skin. My testicles and penis looked like a large pair of vaginal lips. I watched mom lift my breasts and squeeze them lightly, the corresponding sensations making my knees weak.
“They feel almost real too!” mom said.
I turned to her and went to my knees. Emotions were racing through me as I stared up at her. I search in my incredibly emotional mind for the words. i had immense conflicts about who I was at that moment.
“I am Timothy, your… Tina.”
“Yes you are.”
Mom hugged me to her belly and let me get a grip on my feeling while she caressed my hair. After a few minutes she stepped back from me.
“Now you have been punished for trying to manipulate me. you are now ready to be punished for not speaking to me. Tomorrow you disciplined and trained for two days to settle the pain you caused and to show you a better way in future. Right now though; clean up here and wash the dishes, then come to bed Tina.”