Mommy Petra And Andys Day Out

Andy lay in his crib waiting for his mommy, Petra, to start their morning routine. Like most mornings he was indulging his favorite fantasy. Petra's master, Gary, would somehow go away and Andy could live with his Mommy Petra as her bed slave. They would sleep every night in the same bed and whenever Mommy wanted cock she would ride his big dick like Dale Evans. After they finished cumming, Mommy would lie on top of him and he would whisper with tears in his eyes how happy she made him. This fantasy was completely hopeless. Master Gary wasn't going anywhere. He was her husband and dom. She was his faithful switch wife. He was her diaper slave plaything. The only time he came was when she jerked him off, usually about twice a week. He couldn't even jerk himself off. He wore a belt and wristband device that warned Mommy when he touched his penis. If he is caught touching himself, she will make him wear the penis shock device to bed again.

"Did my sweet boy sleep well last night?'" asked Mommy cheerily as she breezed into the room.

Andy sat up to look at her. "Yes, Mommy."

"Did he have sweet dreams?

"Yes, Mommy."

"I bet they were about his old college girlfriends or the cute slave girls who come into our store."

"No, Mommy! You know I only love you."

Mommy laughed. "Let's get you out of your crib," she said undoing the latches and letting the side down. Andy climbed out and stood in front of her.

"I see you drank all your bottle. Remind me; what was in it last night?"

"Mommy's pee."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Of the various liquids that went into his nightly bottle urine was not his favorite but as a slave he knew he had to take what he got without complaint. "Mommy, it was delicious because it came from you."

She put her hand in the front of his adult pull-up. "You're very wet. It feels like you pissed it all out."

She pulled his diaper down, crouching down to lift his feet up to take it off. Andy became aware of how his lower body smelt of urine and hoped that he didn't disgust his mommy/mistress. She handed him the soaked diaper.

"Put it in the pail. I have a busy day planned and I want to get started. I think we'll skip your enema this morning."

He walked over to put his diaper in the pail. He was a bit worried. He didn't really enjoy his morning enema but was used to it. It cleaned him out and prevented him from having embarrassing, disgusting accidents in his diaper.

"Now, we'll go to the bathroom," she said. "I have to take a shit. Bring our bucket. You don't have to do a doody, do you?"

He could tell by her tone that this was a command, not a question. Ordinarily she would give him his enema and he would expel and not have to shit until the next morning. Right now he didn't have a strong urge to shit but if he sat on the bucket he could easily squeeze out a turd. For some reason today she wanted him to hold it.

"You can leave your paddle on the hook. I won't be using it today."

This was another unexplained change. He was usually expected to wear his punishment paddle on a cord around his neck as a sign of his total dependence as a slave. He pulled the bucket that he and Petra both used out of the adult sized potty chair and began to walk to the bathroom. Petra pulled some items out of the closet and followed behind enjoying her view of his ass.

When they got to the bathroom Mommy said, "I think I'll piss first, then shit, then we'll take our shower. I know you love to look at my cunt, so sit on your stool while I'm on the toilet."

She pulled up her long sateen nightgown and sat down on the toilet. He sat down facing her on the low stool in front of the toilet. She spread her legs so he could get a good view of her cunt as she pissed.

"Now wipe me," she said.

Andy took a wet-wipe and wiped the remaining piss off her pussy as he did everytime she pissed.

She stood up and sat down on the bucket and began to shit. Like most people she didn't look her best when she was shitting but Andy watched her adoringly.

When she finished, she stood up and turned her back to him. "Wipe my ass squeaky clean."

Andy used several wipes in order to remove every trace of shit from her asshole.

"Phew, that smells," she said. "Empty the bucket in the compost chute in the utility room. I'll start the shower and you join me when your done."

Andy picked up the bucket and hurried to the utility room. Master Gary used Andy and Petra's shit for gardening fertilizer. He dumped it down the chute, sprayed it out with a hose and put it back in the potty chair. He then hurried back to the bathroom where Mommy was already in the shower.

"Come here, and let me take your collar off," she said. "And put it on the shelf. Then come in and do your bathing service."

Bathing was the only time that Briarton slaves were allowed to have their collars off. Mommy reached out of the shower and undid the latch in the back. He put his collar on the shelf and joined her in the shower. One of his favorite duties as her slave was bathing service, shampooing her hair, soaping up and thoroughly cleaning every inch of her body, rinsing off the soap. He did this as if was an act of worship. When he finished washing her in the exact way she trained him, she deigned to wash his unworthy body. She cleaned him just as thoroughly but did it with a brusque, almost harsh manner. She turned off the shower and they stepped out on to the bathmat. He took her towel marked "hers" from and reverently dried her body. She took his collar from the shelf reattached it around his neck and roughly dried him with an unmarked towel.

"I'm taking you out today so we will both have to go to the dressing room to get dressed," she said.

Around the house, Gary usually wore only his collar, his paddle, and his diaper. When he worked in Master Gary's store he wore his mundane work uniform. His "going out" clothes could be anything Mommy dreamed up. He followed her to the dressing room.

He sat on the low stool designated for him and watched Mommy sit naked at her vanity and put on her makeup. Usually she didn't wear much makeup but today she was doing her face up for a special occasion, eye-brow pencil, smoky eye shadow, mascara, a bit of rouge on her cheeks, bright red lipstick.

"Help me with my skirt."

He took the gray knee-length skirt that she had laid out and knelt down so she could step into it. He slid it up her naked body, then carefully zippered up the back. Like most women in Briarton she rarely wore panties.

She turned toward him and rubbed her nipples against his chest.

"A nice respectable mommy like me should really wear a bra when she goes out but I'm in the mood to let 'the girls' swing free today. What do you think?"

"Um." Andy was actually thinking how close his beloved Mommy was to him and how his painfully erect cock hadn't cum in three days. "Whatever you decide will be the right thing," he said as he forced himself to concentrate on what she was saying.

She stepped away from him. "Alright, no bra." She picked up a white short-sleeved cotton blouse, put it on and buttoned it up far enough to show off a little cleavage of her swollen breasts. Over that she put on a mustard colored bolero jacket.

As she topped off her ensemble with a jaunty lavender cloche hat she asked, "How do I look?"

Andy thought the outfit made her look incredibly sexy and beautiful but also old-fashioned and unreal like an old time movie star. "You look gorgeous, Mommy."

"Now let's get you ready. First I think I want you to wear this today," she said, showing him a medium sized buttplug."

Andy had gotten used to his enemas and it positively thrilled him when she stuck her finger partway in his asshole while cleaning him but otherwise, like many straight male slaves, he was a bit squeamish about anal insertions. Because of this Petra didn't make him engage in routine anal play but sometimes she liked push him out of his comfort zone. He began to get apprehensive about what else she had planned but dutifully bent over so she could insert the plug.

"Now I'll put on your diaper. Look at the special outfit I got for you!"

I was a blue sailor smock with decorative white buttons down the front, a big white collar, and a bright red neckerchief. She pulled it over his head and he put his arms through the arm holes. It came down to an inch below his waist, leaving his diaper fully visible. She pulled white knee socks with red and blue stripes at the top over his calves.

"Look in the mirror," she said. "See how cute you are." She adjusted a white sailor hat with "Andy" embroidered on the front.

"I do look nice, Mommy."

She slipped on a pair of stylish running shoes. They went the kitchen. He sat in his special tray chair. She put on his bib on and spoonfed him a bowl of oatmeal. Usually breakfast is larger and more leisurely but Mommy seemed to be in a hurry this morning.

"Where are we going, Mommy?" he asked as she removed his bib after they finished.

"You'll find out. First we have to go to the garage. I have a surprise for you."

Andy didn't know what to think. A surprise from Mommy could be anything.

She picked up her large handbag and he followed her into the garage.

In the garage was a wheeled chair of aluminum and padded fabric, custom made for Andy.

"Don't stand there gawking. Jump on in. I can't wait to wheel my handsome boy around town so everyone can see him."

He climbed into the strange vehicle. She strapped his ankles to the leg rests. Then she snapped the harness that restrained his abdomen into place. The back rest tilted nicely. Andy found that it was quite comfortable as long as he relaxed and didn't try to move much.

"There are straps on the arm rests but I want your hands free. I will just have to trust that you won't touch anything you shouldn't."

She pressed the button that opened the garage door. She wheeled him outside. It was a warm sunny day. The garage door closed as she pushed the chair toward the center of town. Andy was impressed at how well engineered the chair was. Even though she was smaller and lighter than he was, Mommy had no trouble pushing him even up inclines. He had no choice but to relax and enjoy the ride in the sunshine.

When she got to the center of town she found a bench facing the sidewalk. She backed the chair next to it and put the brakes on.

"This spot seems perfect. There are so many people walking by. Lift up your bottom for just a bit."

When he did so she pulled his diaper to his knees!

"I know I have no use for your package but it is a nice big one. Maybe folks would like to see it."

Andy's special lifestyle meant he was somewhat sexually aroused nearly every moment of his life. Right now he was only half hard. Mommy began to fondle his balls and lightly stroke his shaft until he was fully hard.

"Now you're showing your full potential."

She took a rolled up piece of poster board out of her bag.

"Hold this up so everyone can read it"

It was a sign with large brightly colored lettering.

MY NAME IS ANDY

I AM A QUIET BOY

I WANT TO MAKE FRIENDS

IF YOU WANT YOU MAY TOUCH ME

BUT PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME SQUIRT

He read it and held it up. He found the situation disquieting. Many slave owners actively look for other uncollareds to share their slaves, either for themselves or their slaves. Many slaves, especially slaves in their twenties like Andy, enjoy the chance to have intimate contact with persons other than their owners even if they have no control over who does what to them. Andy felt differently. His naturally faithful personality and Mommy's strict, careful training had made him completely devoted to her. The thought she might want him to be with someone else, even temporarily, gave him the empty feeling that his love for her wasn't fully returned. This sign meant any adult could touch him anywhere and he would be unable to resist or object.

Mommy sat next to him on the bench with her hat resting on her lap and a large cloth napkin on the armrest next to her. It didn't take long for them to get a reaction. A man was walking his puppy girl. As she crawled in front Andy's stroller, she suddenly planted her mitts on his thighs and began licking his face.

"Pippa," the master said. "You behave! Not everyone wants your slobber all over their face." He tugged on her leash and she sat on her haunches next to him. He turned to Petra. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Pippa doesn't mean any harm. She's a brainless puppy who wants everybody to be her friend."

Mommy petted Pippa's head. "It's quite all right. She's such a cute puppy."

Before they walked on Andy saw Pippa's master toss one of his cards into Mommy's hat. Mommy took it out, wrote something on the back, and dropped it back in.

A man in his fifties wearing a ballcap and sweats with COACH printed on the chest was leading a young man bound up in pony gear. The pony boy's dick was hanging for all to see. Coach lifted up Andy's cock and moved it around, examining it. He hefted his balls. He even reached underneath and gave the buttplug a turn.

"That's a fine piece of meat," coach said. "Does it get much use?"

"Not really," Mommy replied. " I have him on a biweekly handjob regimen."

Coach threw his card into the hat. "Contact me if you think I can be of service."

After they had walked out of earshot, Mommy said, "Maybe I should add some gay experience to your training. It might be fun to watch you get fucked in the butt by coach or his pony boy."

Andy's eyes widened. He would have said something but the "quiet boy" part of the sign meant he was expected not to talk. If he hadn't been a slave, Andy would have considered himself completely straight but for slaves sexual preference or any preference, for that matter, is meaningless. They serve their owners and anybody else as their owner sees fit. Since masters outnumber mistresses many male slaves that prefer women spend their entire slave life serving men. That was one of the many reasons that he was happy that his real mother arranged to have him transferred to Petra, his mommy/mistress.

A policewoman walked up to Petra and Andy. She was a slave just like Andy, Pippa, or the pony boy. Because of this her uniform left her completely bare-assed. "I see you are putting your slave on display. He's a fine specimen. No wonder you want to show him off."

"Is there any problem, officer titsow?"

It is the custom in Briarton for uncollareds so address slaves with "abusive language." Petra didn't talk that way to Andy because she was his "loving mommy" but otherwise she followed custom.

"Oh, no, ma'am. I'm just checking that everything is in order. He's not blocking traffic. You have your minor shield?"

Petra touched the napkin beside her. "Right here, skank." Minors in Briarton dress rather conservatively compared to minors in other parts of the country but are used to seeing adult slaves naked or wearing various pieces of gear. Even so, there was an ordinance that slaves on display have their genitals covered whenever a minor was nearby.

"Remember," the cop continued. "He must have an unbound person with him at all times. Also if he orgasms that would be violation of the Public Sex Acts Prohibition. Either violation would cause you to be fined and Andy be jailed."

"Mind your business, cuntface. I would never leave my helpless boy alone and Andy has perfect control."

Andy wished he had as much faith in his control as Mommy. He did not want to go to jail. He heard that the guards and other convicted slaves could be rough on a gentle boy like him. Worst of all, it would mean being separated from Mommy. His dependance on her was so complete that even the eight hours he spent every night alone in his crib caused him to have a agonizing longing to be with her. A longer separation would be a dreadful torture.

The cop smiled at him. "Andy, I'm Officer Roberta. Are you sure you're okay?"

Andy knew that as an officer of the law Roberta was required to check on slaves that were helpless in public. It was a rare occurrence but sometimes abusive or careless owners put their slaves in danger. He had some apprehensions about what the day might bring but he didn't want to ruin Mommy's plans. Since he wasn't allowed to talk, he nodded enthusiastically and smiled brightly.

Roberta's smile widened into a grin. She gave the head of his cock a affectionate squeeze. "You be good, Andy. I'll be keeping a eye on you."

"Ma'am, could you do a personal favor for an unworthy slave?" Roberta begged Petra.

"Now what do yo want, twat?"

"Please, could I have your card to give to my father? You see, my mother and I are both his slaves. She's become such an insatiable cougar that he has to loan her out often so she doesn't turn squirrelly. Andy's cock looks like just what the doctor ordered."

"She doesn't sound right for my innocent Andy but you did ask politely and I like to support law enforcement. Give this card to your father. If he thinks this is a good idea, he can call me and try to change my mind."

Roberta walked on. There was a short lull in foot traffic.

"No one is watching right now." said Mommy. " You can put the sign down and rest your arms for a bit. Are you thirsty?"

Andy nodded. Mommy took a nippled bottle out of her bag and thrust it into Andy's mouth. He began to suck. It was white grape juice. There was more juice in the bottle than he really wanted but he knew he was expected to suck until Mommy took it out of his mouth.

When the bottle was almost empty Mommy said, "People are coming. Lift your sign up."

An elderly couple, probably switches, were walking arm in arm. Mommy took the bottle out of his mouth.

"Look, what a cute diaper boy! " said the woman."Are you his mommy?"

"Yes, I am."

"Is it okay if I give him a candy?"

"I don't see why not."

The woman took a butterscotch candy from her purse, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth. She then leaned her wrinkled face right in front of Andy's face. She smelled of gardenia perfume mixed with a slight sour old-lady smell. She then put her lips on his and thrust the candy in his mouth with her tongue. Then she began to explore his mouth with her tongue. Meanwhile he could feel her fingers clumsily massaging his dick.

After this went on for a while the man said, "Edna, don't get carried away. The boy doesn't want you to make him squirt. You're just teasing him."

She stood back up and let go of him. "What are you going to do about it, big man? Take me home and give me a strapping for being a slut." She winked at Petra and tossed her card into the hat.

"Even though you're a quiet boy, you can thank Miss Edna for the nice candy."

"Thank you, Miss Edna."

After they walked away, Mommy asked, "Have you ever thought about serving a woman Miss Edna's age?"

"Not really, Mommy."

"That may be another new training experience for you." Mommy smiled. "I could even make her your granny."

The morning went on like this. All kinds of uncollared people touching him, commenting, and leaving their cards. Slaves out with their owners giving him affectionate attention. Interested slaves out on duties without their owners summoning up the courage to ask for Petra's card to give to their owners. The minor shield didn't have to be used. The minors out on the street knew that Andy was there for "adult stuff" and kept their distance. During lulls Mommy let him rest his arms, gave him several more bottles of juice and put small bits of graham cracker is his mouth.

"Daddy, that boy wants to make friends." a woman's voice shouted.

Andy saw a woman with green hair and doll make-up coming his way led on a green leash by a stern looking middle-aged man in a dark suit. She was wearing a very short sun dress with and purple high-top sneakers. She looked to be a few years older than Andy. He could see that her master kept her shaved just like Mommy kept him. She tugged on her leash.