Disclaimer: This story contains acts of incest and extreme fetishes that may be sensitive or triggering to some. All Characters and events are fictional.
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It had been three days since I was caught masturbating, and was severely punished by my sister. My bottom was still sore and I had trouble sitting most of the time. It was definitely one of the more memorable spankings my sister had ever given me. My mother, however, had not mentioned anything since that night. I wasn't sure if she had backed out on the whole 'chastity' thing, but I didn't get my hopes up. My mom was not one to forget or break any promises.
That night, when my mother came home, I was in the family room watching TV. She walked over holding a package that had just came in the mail earlier. "Jeffery," she called out, "come with me to the study for a minute."
"Yes ma'am," I replied, then stood up and followed her to the study, which was basically like an office for her when she was able to work from home. When we got inside, she closed the door and asked me to take a seat in one of the chairs. She began opening the package and said, "So, the package I have been waiting for arrived today. If what I ordered is correct, then you can start your first day in chastity today."
I should've known the package had something to do with that. Needless to say, I was nervous about what was inside, and what the device even looked like.
"Here we go," she said as she pulled out a plastic contraption in the shape of a small flacid penis. There were a couple of pieces to it which she laid out on top of the desk. Afterward, she turned and faced me. "Okay, I need you to remove your pants and underwear."
"Yes ma'am," I nervously replied. Other than bending over for a bare bottom spanking, it had been a while since I had been naked in front of my mom. Either way, I stood up, and did as I was told. It was awkward standing there in front of my mother like that, but that was just the beginning.
"Here, rub some of this all around your privates," she ordered as she handed me a bottle of lubricant. I squirted a little bit in my hand and rubbed it on my penis and testicals. "That should keep it from pinching when I put it on you," she explained.
After I was all lubed up, she brought over a plastic piece that was shaped like a ring. "This will go all the way back past everything," she told me then looped it around my shaft."
"Woah, mom!" I nervously yelled out as her hand made contact with my penis.
She looked up at me and asked "what's the matter? You don't need to be shy, I've seen and touched your penis plenty of times."
"Yes, but I was much younger then..."
"True, but your still my son, there's no need to be embarrassed."
"Okay mom," I nervously replied as I let her put her hands back on it. She slid the round piece to the end of my shaft. Once it reached my testicles, she stopped.
"This should be the only part that might hurt a bit. We just need to get this piece past the rest, and there may be some tension," she said as she struggled to get both of my testicles through the hoop, and I grunted a few times.
After she got it through, she pulled out the piece that looked like a penis. She tried to fit my shaft into it, but I was starting to become erect. I didn't know why, nothing about it felt sexual, or at least it shouldn't have.
"Uh oh, looks like we're gonna have to wait on that to die down."
"I don't know why that's happening mom, I'm sorry."
"No worries," she replied," you are a grown boy after all."
Eventually I gained control and she quickly fit it on before I become erect again. She connected the two pieces together and then put a lock on it. Afterward, she double checked to make sure everything was secure and there was no way to get out of it.
"There we go, no more access, which means no more worries about you masturbating in the house."
"It's not very comfortable mom, and how will I pee?" I ask.
"Don't worry, after a few days you'll forget it's even there. As for going to the bathroom, there's a hole in the front, you will probably have to sit down to pee though. Which is good too because then I also don't have to worry about you missing the toilet bowl," she joked.
"What if I need to get out. An emergency or something?"
"Good question. I have a safe in my room that will have a copy of the key in it. If you absolutely need to get out, you'll have the combination, but if you open it, I will know, because it will need to be set again by me. So don't even think about being sneaky. Other than that, I will keep a copy on me, and Vicky will have a copy as well. So if either of us are around, just ask, but it better be a good reason. I don't want to hear any complaining about it. It stays on this house, got it?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied."
"Okay then, now that that's taken care of, you can put your clothes back on and continue doing whatever you were doing, but make sure to take care of my laundry. My hamper is getting pretty full. You might want to check your sisters hamper too.
"Yes ma'am, I'll get started on that right away," I replied as I put my underwear and pants back on, then left the study.
I went to my moms room and collected her dirty clothes, and then I went to Vicky's room. The door was shut, so I knocked quietly.
"Who is it," she asked.
"It's me, Jeffery. Sorry to bother you, I was just collecting laundry."
"It's okay, come on in," she replied.
I walked into her room and straight for her hamper, but I was quickly stopped. "Hey, come here for a second," she ordered me.
"Yes?"
With a curious grin on her face she asks, "I saw mom got a package today, did your chastity device arrive?"
I was bothered by the fact that she knew, but I should've figured she did. I replied with full honesty, "Yes it did."
"Oh good, let me see."
"Umm, are you sure you want to see?" I replied. "I thought you didn't want to see my penis?"
"Are you getting smart with me?" She asked
"No, it's an honest question. I just wanted to make sure."
"Oh, well technically it's hidden behind the device right? So I don't really have to look at it. I just want to make sure it's there and you're protected. It's okay for me to be concerned you know."
"I know princess," I responded, then dropped my pants to my ankles. I grabbed the elastic on my underwear, but I took it slow just in case she changed her mind or I misheard her.
"Go ahead," she insisted. So I slowly dropped my underwear to my knees as well. Allowing my penis, now hidden inside the device, to be exposed.
"And that keeps you from being able to get out or touch yourself at all?" She asked.
"Yes Princess, as far as I can tell. Plus mom checked it and tried with no luck."
"Very good." Now, go ahead and take care of the laundry, and while you're waiting on the dryer. Come back up to my room, and I'll let you worship my feet again while you wait."
Clearly she knew I had no desire in worshipping her feet again, but of course she worded it that way so I'd automatically have to act enthusiastic about it. So I replied, "Yes Princess, and thank you, I look forward to it."
I went downstairs and put a load in the washer. While I waited on the wash to cycle, I finally had a moment to myself to inspect the chastity device. I checked myself to see just how trapped I actually was in it, and I couldn't figure out a way out of it. I also didn't want to push it though. Even if I did escape, I risked not being able to get it back on. I hoped my mother was right when she said I'd get used to it, because there was definitely a noticeable difference in feeling, particularly the weight of it. I was also worried it might've been to bulky in my pants, and maybe others would be able to tell just by looking at the outside of my pants.
The wash had finished and I threw the clothes into the dryer. I assumed my sister would be waiting on me, so I quickly went back upstairs to her room and knocked on her door again. She told me to come in so I entered, closing the door behind me.
"Kneel," she commanded as she pointed to the ground in front of the bed where she was sitting. So I walked over and dropped to my knees in front of her.
"You can start by smelling my feet with my socks on for a few minutes, then you can take them off and do it just like the other night. Kiss them, massage them, and then suck my toes," she said.
"Yes Princess," I responded.
"And?"
"And thank you Princess?" I ask.
"Very good, you're learning."
She grabbed a couple pillows, laid back and turned the volume up on her TV. So I lowered my head, and began sniffing her feet. Her socks were smelly like last time, but she hadn't been working out, so not quite as bad.
The routine continued on. I pulled off her socks, massaged and kissed her feet, eventually making my way to her toes, to suck them.
After worshipping her feet for nearly thirty minutes, she sat up, turned the TV back down, and looked at me. "Question for you..."
"Yes Princess?"
With an inquisitive look, she asked, "you've been doing our Laundry for how long?"
"A good while, I'm not sure how long exactly, why? I asked.
"Well, I'm just thinking, you've been in close contact with mom and I's dirty panties. Knowing now what a pervert you are. I can't help but question, have you been secretly sniffing our dirty panties?"
"What?" I replied, shocked that she would even think that. "No, definitely not."
"And why should I believe you?"
