Season's Eatings

Hello you naughty girls and boys!

I appreciate all the comments for Season's Eatings. And as you can see, there will in fact be more to this story. Funny I was quick to get so many positive comments and yet it has struggled in ratings. I think that may be my fault for having it listed as Fetish category and I have fixed that this time around. Also I think I will come up with some sort of femdom disclaimer for my stories.

For those who haven't read me before, my disclaimer is basically this: I write stories of various femdom, as in female dominant, from harsh noncon to soft love and the subs can be male or female. If you don't like dominant females or feel that all fiction you read has to be about a healthy relationship, then you probably want to pass on my works. If you're feeling adventuresome you're welcome to read on, but please don't leave negative comments about 'what should have been done' to the females in my story.

And now for those eager to see how things continue and begin to take shape, please read on.

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It was well over an hour that I had been licking my mother-in-law's pussy when she finally decided she was done with me. She ended with a series of orgasms for her and called me a naughty boy for giving them to her; as if it had all been my idea and not her demand. Anyway I had done my deed and had been dismissed.

I made my way down the hallway carrying my clothes and most of hers, naked except for the chastity device I now wore. Her clothes were on the way to the laundry, to be hand washed later. My clothes she wasn't concerned about and I was going to get dressed back in our bedroom very soon. In fact I was in our bedroom getting dressed when Beth stepped through the door.

"So how's Mother?"

"Oh I think you know how she is. She says she's too tired to go out for dinner but she wants Italian which I am to go get and we'll have it on plates in the dining room. Oh and she wants a bottle of wine, maybe two."

I did little to hide my annoyance. I had already done my part and been dismissed like some lowly houseboy. And it couldn't be just to get some dinner, but rather she had to have specific requests, all of which

I

was expected to do for her.

"Yes, Mother does have expensive tastes. I'm surprised she's okay with carry out. But then I'm sure you're much more familiar with Mother's

tastes

than I am."

I didn't miss her little joke. It was just a small confirmation of what I expected. Beth could be a bit demanding, but she was nothing like her mother; at least when they were apart. But whenever her mother was in the house it was like the devil inside her came out to play. It was another reason I didn't like her mother coming around.

"Yes well it's what she said she wanted. Maybe even your mother has some kindness to her. Anyway I'm about to go out and bring in her luggage. After that I'll start making calls and getting dinner all set. You've got a few minutes if you think of anything we need while I'm out."

"Hmm. Can't think of anything at the moment; but I'll let you know."

And with that and a smile she turned around and left. I finished getting dressed and went outside to bring in Sylvia's luggage.

She never travelled light and I wondered sometimes if she brought extras bags just so I would have more to carry. Even so, I was surprised to find her car so full of various bags and cases. I even found a trunk. I mean it looked like an old steamer trunk which seemed quite unnecessary. Besides its large and awkward shape, I found it to be rather heavy as well.

Of course the various bags and trips to the house, to say nothing of maneuvering the trunk, had me cutting my time rather close for having dinner set. Thankfully Beth didn't hand me a long last minute list. Either she couldn't think of much we needed or had some sympathy for the rush I was now in.

I made my way 'cross town and was wondering what Sylvia's plans were. Given the large amount of baggage, trunk not included, I suspected she had plans to stay for Thanksgiving. It was still early November and there hadn't been any discussion that I was aware of, but her timing and her cargo made that the most plausible. She didn't have to come so early but there was nothing to do about it now.

Thankfully I had little trouble with the wine and food and was soon on my way home. No time for sightseeing but I should be home in time. On the way home I was counting the days, nights, and hours, and trying to figure out just what I was in for. For one thing I was already locked up and on the off chance I wasn't let out until she left, that would make for a very long and frustrating stay. If there was a god of mercy I needed her favor now.

I pulled into the drive and took care grabbing all the bags of food and wine to take inside. Nineteen days at a minimum. That wasn't counting this evening and only went up to midnight on Thanksgiving. If we added in the hours left tonight that meant I would have to endure 460 hours with Sylvia and possibly that long with my dick locked up.

Of course she wasn't going to leave at midnight on Thanksgiving and I would be lucky if she left early Friday morning. More likely it would be Saturday or Sunday afternoon before she hit the road. That would put it over 500 hours! That's one record I wasn't looking to break.

I had made my way up the front steps, through the front door, and into the kitchen while checking my math and getting more than a little discouraged. The women were talking in another room but soon Beth joined me in the kitchen.

"I wouldn't take too long putting it all together. Mother's been wondering where you were for the last five minutes."

"Wondering where I am? I've been out getting her dinner! She knows that! How long did she think it should take! I've already unloaded her car! Have you seen the trunk she brought!"

It all came out in a hushed whisper. I don't know if it was my recent calculation or the simple fact that for a whole five minutes Sylvia had been waiting, but I lost my calm when Beth told me that. Thankfully she didn't take it personally and just gave me a look suggesting I should take a deep breath. And that's what I did.

"Sorry Honey, but you know how she is. We should be ready to eat in just a few minutes. I'll need the nice plates. I'll grab the crystal wine glasses..."

"Yes, I'm sure you can handle it. I'll try to smooth things over. Just be quick, but I'd also be sure to make it as perfect as possible. You don't want to make things worse."

And she was out of the kitchen. I suppose it was foolish to think she would stay and help me prepare. And it wouldn't hurt if she could convince her mother to go easy on me. But I just wasn't convinced that was what was really going on.

I also didn't have the time to think about it. I needed to get down the plates and start sorting out the food. I wouldn't have been sloppy anyway, but I did find myself paying extra attention to how everything looked. It was as if I was a world class chef, inspecting my art, before having it delivered to my audience. But of course I wasn't the chef, I was the whole kitchen staff.

I was a quiet storm as I set the table and plated the food. I checked and re-checked everything on the table hoping I hadn't missed anything. I was pouring the last glass of wine when I called out.

"Dinner's ready."

Just a few moments later Sylvia and Beth walked into the dining room. Sylvia hadn't even looked at the table but seemed unimpressed.

"We aren't in a barn Richard."

For a moment I was lost. Everything looked fine and she didn't even have a chance to inspect anything. What was she on about now?

She sensed my confusion.

"Perhaps next time you could inform us in a more civilized manner and not shout through the house like a cattle call."

It was another reminder that Sylvia was in the house. It was more casual with Beth and we would often call through the house to each other. But her mother didn't take it so well. I should have known. I needed to be in 'Sylvia Mode' and watch my words and actions.

"Sorry Mommy Dearest. It won't happen again."

She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head as if she wasn't convinced, but she said nothing more. I directed them to their seats and was about to sit down when I caught a look from my wife. They were both still standing and my wife pointed her eyes towards her mother.

Right. Sylvia Mode. I quickly made my way over to my mother-in-law and pulled out her chair. She thanked me but I knew it was more about being polite; she expected such treatment. Once seated, I went over and did the same for my wife; and then finally was able to take my seat. Dinner was wearing me out and I hadn't even taken a bite.

Thankfully the tension eased and the food was great. Sylvia made a comment that we may need to discuss wines more in the future but she appeared happy with what she had. After talking about the food and restaurants, my wife broached the subject of her stay.

"So Mother, what are your plans? How long do we have the pleasure of your company?"

There was a glimmer of hope she would say she was just passing through and would only be a day or two. But I knew that wouldn't be the case. I waited patiently for the inevitable.

"Well you know I don't want to be a burden, but I was thinking I haven't been spending enough time with you. I think we need to catch up; to really catch up. And maybe we can make some more memories."

"Oh that sounds fine Mother. And you know you're never a burden. My house is your house."

Well it was actually

our

house. It was after all my money that bought it. I don't even know why she said it that way, but it caught my attention. But it was silly. We knew it was our house and my wife was just being cordial.

Now I just waited to hear from Sylvia. I knew she was planning on staying. Maybe she could put to rest the idea of whether it would be less or more than five-hundred hours from now. And that thought made me suddenly aware of my dick in its cage.

"Well I'm glad to hear that Dear. And seeing it's that time of year, I thought I might just stay through the holiday."

There it was. I knew it. Of course she could have just made it a long weekend, but no. Looks like Thanksgiving came early this year. I'd be thankful when she left my house. Unfortunately some of my thoughts may have been written on my face.

"Something to add Richard?"

"Oh no, it's fine. It will be a pleasure to have you."

"No Richard, the pleasure is all

mine

."

She said it in a seductive and suggestive tone which my wife ignored but gave me a sense of fear; fear with an undertone of lust. She was doing it again. She was making it clear she would take her pleasure from me, and I was powerless to stop her.

She stared at me for a moment like a predator. I couldn't match her and soon looked at my food hoping she would leave me alone. She must have had her fun, because she was soon talking again with Beth and they were throwing around ideas of what they could do together.

I sat quietly eating my food, it really was very good, and pondered just what sort of time I would be spending with Sylvia during her visit. Surely my tongue would be put to work, but what else could I expect? I wanted some idea and yet I didn't.

We were winding down when Sylvia had something else to offer.

"Before dessert I would like to give you something."

"Oh Mother, that's not necessary. Your presence is gift enough."

"Thank you Dear, but it's something I came across and I just felt you had to have it."

Sylvia had put a small box on the table. It appeared that she was giving her daughter a necklace.

"And given Richard's earlier cry for dinner, I'm sure you'll find it useful."

And just what did she mean by that? Maybe it wasn't a necklace after all. But what was it?

"It's a collar. But not just any collar. You could say it's sort of a caller collar."

It was in fact a collar; like a pet collar. She had opened the box and held it up. I couldn't believe it. She was talking with Beth but I knew I was about to have a role in all this.

"I think it will be easier if I demonstrate. Ricky, come over here."

It took me a moment to move. I was stunned. I knew the collar wasn't for my wife the moment I saw it, but I still didn't know what my mother-in-law had planned. I also knew that it wasn't a request but a command, so as soon as I shook myself out of my trance I slowly stood up and walked over to her.

"Now Ricky, I can't reach all the way up there. On your knees."

Another command. She didn't even want to rise from her chair. I slowly dropped to my knees, avoiding all eye contact with my wife beside me. I knew what was coming; it was obvious, but still I couldn't believe it. My mother-in-law was about to collar me like some pet, like some slave.

"So this goes on like a regular collar, and you secure it in back."

I felt the thin leather strip go around my neck. I felt it closing tightly in back. Images of collars and leashes and men on all fours flashed through my mind. The audible 'click' sounded like a cannon salute. What was happening?

"And now it doesn't have to come off. He can even shower with it on."

Sylvia was going on like this was some infomercial or product demonstration. Never mind that her son-in-law was on his knees at her side while she put him in a collar.

"Of course you could take it off if you want, but it really isn't necessary."

Isn't necessary? I was reminded that my dick was already under lock and key and now I was wearing a collar; a collar that was sounding like it would be in place for as long as Sylvia's stay.

"Now you can see it's rather sleek and stylish and I splurged a bit to put his name on the plate, and that's not a bad gift right there in my opinion. But the real reason I chose this for you is this."

I was still in a daze but I noticed Sylvia pull a keychain from the box and hold it up for inspection.

"You see now whenever you need Richard, you can get his attention like this."

She pressed a button and I felt a shock in my neck. The electrical shock was nothing compared to the shock I felt at what she had done. Sylvia had put a shock collar on me and she was demonstrating to her daughter; my wife.

"This is so much more civilized than shouting through the house, don't you think?"

"Well Mother, I don't have to shout too often, but it does look rather interesting."

"Oh I think you'll see its value. Whenever you need him he's just a button press away. You won't have to go looking for him; he'll know when to look for you."

"I see."

"Now there are various settings but we can play with that later. You can even set it up to work from your phone. Isn't that convenient? But I do like the feel of the remote. Very well crafted if you ask me."

It was almost like I wasn't there. They went on like they were discussing a new appliance. Like it was completely normal for me to be on my knees at the dinner table wearing a shock collar.

"Now it comes with a second remote in case you lose one or want to keep one in a different location. So I figured that while I am here I can help you get used to it and we can both share the benefits."

A second remote? One wasn't enough? I knew this was Sylvia's game but there was a chance my wife wouldn't be so quick to join in. But that didn't even matter now. Sylvia, I knew, wasn't going to pass on such an opportunity.

"So this one's for you. Now just press the button quickly two times."

I knew what was coming but I still flinched when I felt two shocks in quick succession in my neck.

"Excellent! So Ricky when you feel that, it's time to find your wife and see what she wants. And then I can just press three times like this..."

Three shocks were delivered into my neck. I didn't have a chance to wonder why it was three.

"...and you know to come find me. See how easy that is?"

"Well Mother, it's certainly unexpected. Thank you so much."

Thank you? How about 'No you shouldn't have'. Really; you shouldn't have. Oh but she had. She had found this device from God knows where, and purchased it to torment me.

"You're welcome. I think we will all get a lot of use out of it. Okay, Ricky, back to your seat."

I rose dumbfounded and headed back to my chair. I hadn't said a word. The whole time, as I wondered, guessed, and knew what was happening, I hadn't said anything. And now I was collared. The whole thing was surreal.

"And now I think it's time for dessert. Richard would you go get our desserts now please? Leave yours for now and just bring ours. Thank you."

So I was back out of my chair and heading for the kitchen. Once there I felt my collar and tugged at it. It was snug but I managed to get the tip of my finger inside as I searched for the electrodes. Not that it really mattered. I had plenty of evidence already that they were there.

I also looked at my reflection in the oven. Sure enough the small brass plate on the front read 'Richard'. I also had to admit that it looked nice, almost like a piece of men's jewelry. This wasn't some dollar dog collar. However I also couldn't escape that it was in fact a shock collar and I was wearing it.

I took the cheesecake out of the fridge. I left mine not really knowing or caring why Sylvia was denying my dessert at the moment. I had other things on my mind, and on my neck.

I gave each woman her dessert and resumed my seat. The conversation turned to idle chit-chat and I was all but forgotten. From the sound of them, the dessert was as good as the dinner. I made a conscious effort not to tug at or even touch my collar as I knew Sylvia wouldn't be happy.

It was still hard to believe just how easily she had collared me and how Beth just took it all in stride. And this was only the first night of her visit. What else was in store for me? How was I going to make it until Thanksgiving?

I had no real answers when it was clear they were finished.

"So Dear, I expect you'll still be up awhile?"

"Oh yes, some television, the news, maybe some reading."

"Well I'll be sure to send Richard back to you before it gets too late. I'm sure he'll want to show you some appreciation for all you do. Now Ricky, go get your piece of cheesecake and follow me to my room. It's time for your dessert."