Andy sat on the love seat getting his evening breastfeeding from his mommy/mistress, Petra. He had a feeling that something different was planned for this evening. The tv wasn't on and Master George wasn't in the living room as usual.
The doorbell rang.
"Andy honey, we'll have to cut your feeding short." said Mommy Petra. "We have a visitor. Go answer the door."
Andy got up and picked up the paddle he was obliged to wear on a string around his neck. He walked to the door wearing his slave collar, his paddle, his plastic training belt and wristbands and his adult incontinent pants, his "diaper." He opened the door.
In front of him stood his mother, the woman who gave birth to him and raised him. She was wearing a purple hat with a dramatic broad brim, her slave collar, clamps on her nipples with a chain between them, white "granny panties" decorated with lace and little blue flowers, anklet socks and turquoise sneakers. She was carrying a cookie tin.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Your dad gave me permission to come and see you. How have you been since you finished college and became Mistress Petra's full-time slave?"
"I'm great. Mommy Petra is wonderful." He thought he detected a cloud over his mother's face when she heard him refer to Petra as "Mommy" but it passed instantly.
His mother read the words painted on the paddle. "Mommy's Brat," She pouted. "You aren't really being a brat. You obey Mistress Petra in everything like a good slave."
"Yes, mom, I'm being a good boy."
"Houseboy," Mistress Petra called from the living room. "Who's at the door?"
"It's my mom!" he called out.
"You mean slave Bethany. I'm your Mommy."
"I'm sorry, Mommy. It's slave Bethany."
"Well, stop standing in the alcove like a moron. Bring her to me."
"Right away, Mommy."
He hurried to the living room with Bethany right behind.
"Come on in," said Mistress Petra. She sat on the loveseat. Her blouse and the flaps of her nursing bra were open, revealing her large nipples. She was wearing a peasant skirt printed in mainly black, reds, and yellows and ultra heel stilettos. "Your hat is cute. The rest of your ensemble isn't what Master Roger usually has you wear."
"You mean the panties and the sneaks. He thought since I was coming over to see the boy that a frumpier 'mom' look would be appropriate."
"Andy, dear, take slave Bethany's hat and hang it on the rack, then sit in the chair at the end of the coffee table. Bethany, you slut, sit next to me."
After he hung up his mother's hat, Andy sat down in the plain armchair. Its legs were short and a bit uneven so Andy felt small and awkward when he sat in it. Bethany settled on the love seat.
"Mistress, I hope you don't mind. I brought over some cookies I baked. They were Andy's favorite when he was a boy, snickerdoodles."
Mistress Petra took the tin, opened it, took out a cookie, closed the tin and put it on the coffee table. "It's okay, you fat frau. I'll give him one,now and save the rest for a reward for when he has been extra good."
She held the cookie right in front of his face. He could smell the cinnamon. "Do you want this cookie that pig baked?"
"Yes, Mommy,"
"How do you ask?"
"Mommy, may I please have a cookie?"
"Yes, you may take it and eat but eat it slowly like a well mannered boy rather than a greedy hog."
"Thank you, Mommy."
He took the cookie from her hand. He took a bite. He hadn't had a snickerdoodle in years, longer than the four years he had belonged to Mistress Petra and had gone to college. His tastes had matured to other things but eating the cookie gave him a pleasant nostalgic feeling.
"Begging your pardon, Mistress," Bethany asked."He has been a good boy, hasn't he? You're happy with him?"
"He is almost perfect. I'm so glad you begged me to arrange for Master George to take him from Master Roger and give him to me. I give you permission to ask anything you want. I know your little eavesdropping mind hungers to find out about our life together."
"It makes a mother happy when her slave son finds a compatible mistress. Mistress, your lactating nipples look so beautiful. May I touch them?"
"You may, kitty."
Bethany reached out with both hands and began to gently stroke Petra's nipples with the tips of her fingers.
"I remember how much I enjoyed breastfeeding Andy when he was still in diapers. Now that you own him, he is back in diapers and you're breastfeeding him. How did he take that?"
"Really quickly, as if he always wanted it."
Bethany smiled. "How is he doing in the store?"
"Master George says that the computer system Andy designed has greatly improved efficiency and profits."
"He always was a smart boy. How are you keeping him clean?"
"Every morning after I watch him expel his enema, we take a shower together. He devotedly gives me a gentle cleaning exactly as I trained him. When he is finished I give his dirty body a thorough scrubbing. Then I change his diaper throughout the day but they are extra absorbent so if I'm busy or just want to make him wait he can be wet without undue mess."
"Is he satisfying you physically?"
"He's doing his best. I only allow him to use his mouth and tongue. He is enthusiastic but needs training on his technique."
"Do you have him on orgasm control?"
"Of course, nothing ruins a penis slave as quickly as too much permissiveness with orgasms. He only cums when I jerk him off, usually twice a week."
"I know that must be hard for him. He was such an obsessive wanker when he was a boy. I only caught him twice but a mother knows what her son is up to when he gets all private about his bedroom and the bathroom."
"Now that he is a grown up slave he has no privacy. I am always watching him and if I'm not around I have an appointed minder. The belt and wristbands he wears chime when he puts his hands near his cock. When he is alone in his crib I used an electroshock device at first but it only took a few shocks to completely train him. Now the chime only goes off when he accidentally puts his wrists near his belt when he's working. He doesn't even try to wank. It isn't easy for him. He has a hard-on all the time. Even after being jerked off the hard-on is back a few seconds later."
Andy was embarrassed hearing his mommy/mistress discuss such intimate matters with his mother. It also made his dick in his diaper harder and more painful. He knew as a well-trained slave he should not speak unless spoken to.
"You'd like to get a good look at him, wouldn't you?" continued Mistress Petra. "Andy, dear, stand up."
"Yes, Mommy," he said, springing to his feet.
"Bethany, kneel in front of him and pull his diapers to his ankles."
Bethany did as she was told. "I see you have him shaved down there. It reminds me of when he was little. His cock certainly isn't little."
"It's too bad he has nothing to stick it into. I only jerk him off. Maybe someday I'll let him fuck one of my playfriends. Do you think a playfriend would enjoy that cock?
"As a playfriend myself I think any playfriend would enjoy having that cock in her or him."
Mistress Petra put her hand behind him and stuck the tip of her index finger into his asshole. "He has such a tight, responsive asshole. I think he might benefit from pegging training. What do you think, Bethany?"
Andy felt her finger wiggling in his asshole. Mommy Petra hadn't asked him but he was nervous about pegging training. Slaves are not really allowed to have sexual preferences, they have sex with whoever their owner wants, but if he had one he would be straight. That's why he was so grateful that his mother had the idea to give him to Mistress Petra, a beautiful older woman. Because mistresses are in short supply some male slaves who would prefer having female owners are owned by men. They learn to adjust but he was glad he didn't have that problem. He wasn't sure that he would enjoy being fucked in the ass by even a fake dick.
"I don't know," said Bethany. "How is he adjusting to the enemas?"
"He was tight and shy about them at first but he's getting used to them. Sometimes I think he even enjoys them."
"I never had to give him an enema but he used to get tense and whiny when I had to take a rectal temp. Straight boys like him can get defensive about their assholes. As to pegging, he belongs to you, now. Do with him whatever seems right for you."
"Thanks, skank. Reach into his diaper and see if it's wet."
