Fading sunlight poured through the window onto his naked body. He woke to find himself laying face up on the bed, unchained, sore from being fucked and aching all over, yet feeling sheer contentment as he recalled the night before. His surrender to the Mistress. No longer his virgin domme, both initiated now by the ritual they had shared.
He sat up in bed, noticing he was bound now only by a single cuff and chain at his ankle, the collar still tight at his throat. He took in the room, listened for her breathing, her footsteps but the house felt quiet and empty. To the left of the bed she had placed a table laid out with a simple breakfast, a jug of water, a key and another shot of the drug she had used to sedate him. He leaned across and poured some water, drinking eagerly and smothered a piece of bread with butter and jam, suddenly ravenous. As he ate he noticed a note upon the table.
TO MY SUB CHILD
When you wake and read this note, I'll be gone. Fear not though, I will return this evening. Here are some simple instructions you must follow and await my return to you.
At the end of the bed you will see the clothes that I have chosen for you. You must dress and become my slut. Remove your chain while you dress but I expect you chained and on your knees when I walk back into the room. When I return to you I want to find my whore waiting for her mistress. You will paint your face with the make-up I have provided, watching yourself in the mirror as you transform. Wanting to touch yourself-but you must resist.
Take the drug when your metamorphosis is complete, feel it take over you as you submit to my will once more and begin to crave my love, aching to feel my hands on your skin, my tongue against yours, my warm glass cock between your lips, the feeling of the gag strapped tightly in place, silently begging me to penetrate you again.
Become my willing slave, child - and wait patiently for me.
YOUR LOVING MOTHER
By the end of the note his cock was hot and stiff, oozing from the tip, whorish desire consuming him as he saw the stockings draped over the bed, the rubber buckled corset laid out with patent heels, shiny black knickers, the sight of which made him groan quietly with pleasure. Rubbing his cock and feeling the warm trickle, which emanated from the head of his cock, he resisted the urge to bring himself to climax, choosing instead to lick the pre-cum from his fingers and obey his mistress's wishes.
He composed himself and reached for the key to unlock his ankle cuff. He slid the smooth knickers up over his feet and slowly pulled them up to cover his bulging cock and balls. Next he took the stockings, stroking them against his skin and put them on, savouring the sensation of them as they enveloped his legs, feeling instantly feminine and submissive, then slipped the corset loosely over his chest. Standing in front of the mirror, he stepped into black patent heels, applied eyeliner thickly, then mascara and finished with a scarlet lipstick.
Struggling to tighten up the corset, he heard the door close quietly, the sound of heels in the hall, felt her vibrations as she moved through the house. Remembering her instructions, he drank the liquid drug in one gulp and felt its effects seeping into his brain, coursing through his veins and began to ache for her presence.
The metamorphosis now complete, he admired herself, the whore in the mirror, feeling the drug take hold, his consciousness slipping away replaced by intent desire and the need to be controlled by his Mother Domme. He replaced the cuff and chain which had bound him to her bed and locked it securely. His breath grew quick and heavy, as he listened for her footsteps on the staircase. He was suddenly nervous, yet excited, trembling as he waited for her to return to him. Losing control as he heard her climbing the stairs.
As though suspended in time, he felt her draw closer and as she entered the room, resplendent in a long hooded shroud, open to the floor to expose a tight rubber dress, stockings and long shiny boots, he sunk instantly beneath her spell.
