Peter heard the click clack of high heels on the stone floor of the cellar coming towards him. He was naked and tied to a bench, his arms were tied to the side, his feet with his knees bent were tied to the legs. His back rested on the black rubber covered seat.
He knew she would be wearing something tight and shiny. 'Easier to wipe clean,' she had laughed.
There would be pain and pleasure, mostly his pain and her pleasure, he thought, but Peter knew that she loved him.
She had to, she was his mother!
Fiona Henson was a 48 year old widow and a highly respected solicitor. Her husband had died four years ago leaving her to bring up their only child, fourteen year old Peter. Luckily her husband had provided for her sufficiently enough that she only worked three days a week.
Peter was now 18 and had just finished school and was looking forward to going away to university in a couple of months time.
Fiona was dreading being left alone but she was also frightened of losing her son to other females when he was away. She hated the thought of a predatory university girl getting her hands on her boy. Even worse if it was a older female lecturer.
Peter was a good looking young man. Just under six feet tall with a fine slim body. His mother knew he would be picked up on straight away by female admirers.
'If only there was a reason for him to stay or at least come home regularly,' she thought.
It was three days later when she was cleaning his room and she found a magazine hidden under his bed. It was a glossy female domination magazine and Fiona was surprised that Peter would actually have something like it as she didn't think he would have been interested in such a thing.
'Was he?' she pondered.
She sat on his bed and flicked through the pages. There were stories that had illustrations. Photographs of ladies in tight PVC and latex corsets, leather cat suits and skin tight rubber dresses. Looking closer most of the ladies were more mature and the males were young men.
As Fiona looked through the magazine she noticed one particular story had been read more than once, it even had stains on the pages. She was intrigued to find it was about a mother that dominated her son. The woman was tall and dark haired just like her. She was slim with large breasts, just like her. Fiona started to wonder if her son was really fantasising about her and if he actually dreamed it would happen to him.
This certainly got her thinking.
Peter and his mother lived in a large townhouse in North London. It was on three floors with a large dry but unused cellar. Whenever Peter was out Fiona would work away converting it into a chamber where she could indulge her whims and her son's fantasy.
It took just over two weeks to prepare but in the meantime she had ordered an array of toys and several outfits over the internet and was very pleased with her purchases, especially the outfits. She felt incredibly sexy in them and she was sure she looked it too.
A few days later Peter came home from playing football, he was dirty and tired. His mother told him to have a shower, pull on a dressing gown and come back downstairs for his dinner. She knew he was meeting his friend Eric later and suggested that he may not want to spill food on his new jeans. Peter agreed and rushed upstairs for his shower.
Fiona had made them both a cocktail before dinner and had put some quick working sleeping powder in her son's drink.
Soon Peter was fast asleep on the sofa. She managed to carry, drag and pull him down into the cellar where she tied him ,naked, to the special bench she had purchased and installed. She looked around the dimly lit room at the implements hanging from the wall and the drawers full of her sex toys that she was going to use on her son over the coming weeks.
She went back upstairs to get ready for him.
She chose a shiny black pvc mini dress that had a low cut front that showed her large breasts that looked superbly sexy pushed up against the shiny material. The hem just covered black silk hold up stockings and on her feet she wore ridiculously high heeled shiny black shoes. A little dab of perfume, her silky black hair combed over her shoulders and some bright red lipstick and she was ready to confront her prey. 'God,' she thought, 'I'm feeling so horny.'
Peter was awake and trying to take in what had happened to him and he wondered where he was when he heard the click clack of high heeled shoes walking towards him.
'Hello darling. Are you comfortable?'
'Mum, what...'
'No Peter,' his mother admonished. 'I'm your Mistress now. I'm only your Mummy upstairs.'
'I saw the magazine you had hidden under your bed and it turned me on to think you liked the idea of me dominating you and using you as my sex slave. So I just had to have you and looking at the size of your cock I think you are quite glad that I did.' she said.
Peter looked down and indeed his cock was at full mast. All eight inches of throbbing erection stood firm and proud with a little dribble of precum forming at the top of his slit.
Peter looked back at his mother and the way she was dressed causing him to moan.
'Now, what should I do to remind you that down here I'm your mistress and not your mother?'
She went over to the wall and wheeled back a trolley with a metal box on top that had several leads hanging from it.
'Wha...what are you going to do?' stammered Peter.
'First of all I'm going to gag you.' she said with a smirk, taking a bright red ball gag and forcing it in his mouth.
