It had been months since I'd last seen my son; after he snapped and allowed his friends to sexually destroy me for his viewing pleasure, he moved out of my house and we haven't spoken since. Every time I build up the courage to call him, I'm reminded of that day; the way he spoke to me. The way he saw me; I was nothing in his eyes.
I spent weeks on end teasing my poor son; flaunting my ass in front of him. Fucking strangers in our house, in his bed while he watched. I'm ashamed of myself and I've learned my lesson. All I want in life is to fix things between us and to taste his sweet cum on my lips once more.
I decided fuck it; I might as well text him.
"Matthew, it's your mother. I'm sorry things got so out of hand between us, please come home. I haven't been with anyone since that day.. You know the one. Please forgive me."
A week went by and I heard nothing and all of sudden one day I come home from work to find my son's car in the driveway.
"Matthew, are you home?" I called out; he was nowhere to be found.
I continued on throughout the house; Matthew was waiting for me in my room. He was holding one of my solid white thongs; one of the first pairs of underwear I ever wore in front of him.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting you." I told him; he continued to twirl the thong between his fingers as if I wasn't even in the room. "You look good.." I continued attempting to break the awkward silence.
"I got your text." Matthew finally responded as he turned his attention towards me.
"Are you going to move back in?" I asked him.
Matthew looked annoyed by the question and opted not to respond; instead he called me over using his finger. I walked over to the bedside as he looked up at me; I could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"Get on your knees." He instructed me, "Put your hands behind your back."
I listened to every last word; I was desperate. All I wanted was to finally have my son back.. And inside of me.
"I understand what you want." Matthew began, "I know exactly what you want from me.. But as of right now I cannot allow myself to give it to you." He continued.
"But.. What do I have to do--" He interrupted me.
"Quiet. Speak only when I allow you." He said; I nodded my head in agreement. "You're going to have to prove yourself to me, got it?" He asked.
"May I speak now, sir?" I asked, playing along with his demands; he nodded. "How can I prove myself to you?"
"Well, to start.. You're going to have to wear this collar." He stood up from the bed and removed a collar from his pocket; it was hot pink and had words attached to it but I couldn't read them. "24/7. Even at work." He continued as he lifted my hair and wrapped the collar around my throat tightly.
"If I find out you've removed the collar for any reason, that's it. I'm going to walk out again. Understand?" He asked.
I nodded again.
"Alright, good. I'll be back tomorrow and we can really get started.." He told me as he walked out the door leaving on my knees.
I got up from the floor and entered the bathroom; I looked at myself in the mirror, the collar read "SLAVE" in large silver letters. I had no idea how I was going to get away with wearing this at work but I had to listen.
The next day I decided to wear a turtleneck to work to hide the collar; despite it being the summer in Los Angeles. Luckily it's pretty breezy in the morning when I leave for work and it's cold in the office so no one should ask questions. I was anxious and couldn't wait for the work day to be over; I was nervous to see what Matthew might have in store for me when I returned home.
"Matthew, are you home?" I called out as I entered the house.
"In here, slave." He shouted back.
Once again he was kicked back on my bed waiting for me.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He asked annoyed at my appearance.
"I.." I started to explain.
"Stop." He commanded. "You wore that to hide the collar, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir." I responded.
"You fucking whore." He said, sternly. "Take that off." He instructed, "In fact, take everything off, I want to see what lingerie you wore to work."
I lifted the turtleneck over my head and slowly exposed myself for my son's viewing pleasure; his expression did not change when my large fake breast bounced out of my sweater.
"Pants." He continued to instruct me.
I unzipped and dropped my pants to the floor; they hooked around my ankle as I kicked them off. Underneath my pants I wore a silk black thong with a string so thin you could barely tell it was there; my bra was a silky smooth blue with black lace outline. Matthew looked a little more impressed as I stood before him almost nude; he signaled with his finger for me to twirl around so he could get a good look.
"Stop." He commanded just as I had done a 180; I looked back at him to try and gauge his reaction. "Face forward." He yelled.
I did as I was told.
"Not bad, slave. I'm impressed." He started, "But that won't do, we've got a guest coming over so you need to look your best."
I did another 180 and turned to face him with my hands behind my back.
"Take that thong off." He instructed; I quickly dropped the thong to the ground. "Bring it here." He continued; I began to walk towards him. "ON your knees." He shouted.
I dropped to my knees and crawled my way over to my son; I arched my back as much as I could so that my ass was popping out for him to see. When I reached the edge of the bed I slowly looked up from the ground and made eye contact with him; I bit my lip and tried my best to be sexy.
"Give it to me." He said, holding his hand out; I placed the thong in his hand and he quickly place it to his nose and took a deep breath. "Ahh, just how I remember you." He added.
He continued to sniff the crotch of my thong and placed it in his mouth; he wrapped his arms around me and reached behind my back to undo the strap on my bra. He shoved my head down so that it was resting against his hard cock as he slid the strap down each shoulder; I sat on my knees with my hands behind my back as he looked my up and down.
"Now, I know you wore that turtleneck to work to hide the collar. If you do that again, you will be punished." He explained; I nodded in agreement. "I've left a dress in the bathroom for you to wear tonight. You'll also wear it to work tomorrow. Go get dressed."
I quickly hurried to the bathroom; there was a bright red dress hanging on the shower curtain and a garter belt and stockings were lying on the sink. The dress was beautiful; it was skin tight and extremely short. It had a deep plunging neckline that went below my tits and accentuate my cleavage.. The only problem was I would never be able to wear this work. I slid the garter belt and stockings on underneath the dress and exited the bathroom.
"Matthew, I can't wear this to work." I told him.
He sat silent on the bed and stared a hole completely through me.
"You will wear that dress to work tomorrow or you will suffer the consequences." He said in a very sincere tone. "Now, get over here. Our guest should arrive any minute."
I approached the bed and my heart began to race as Matthew attached a leash to my collar; who was our guest going to be? I was so nervous it was going to be another man that Matthew was going to pimp me out to. I didn't want anyone else anymore; I was serious about that. I only wanted my son.