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-5- Mother is a Dominatrix - Mistress Daliann Dalia was irritated that she had to do a session tonight. This was a critical time for Bobby and she wanted to be with him. But Jeffery was a good client and it was too late to cancel. Jeffery had told her that he needed to serve Mistress Dominari. Mistress Dalia was the sensual domme – Mistress Dominari was strict, sadistic and could be as cruel as the submissive wanted, or needed. n Dalia dressed in leather … calf-high boots, short leather skirt that showed her stocking tops and garters, and a leather vest with nothing beneath. Her heels rapped on the wood floor as she paced outside the changing room where Jeffery changed. 'Be warned Jeff, Mistress is in a bad mood. Crawl to me on your belly and grovel !'n An hour later Jeffery was a spent force, weeping on her boots and thanking her. After he'd left she saw he'd tipped her lavishly. n She called Bobby's cell phone. 'Did you go out son?' 'No, I'm home.' 'Do you want to see my play space – where I work?' n Bobby was impressed, 'This is awesome but you look worn out. Are you alright?' 'I guess I must look a mess. I gave my client a serious whipping. He'll be marked for five or six days.' The floor was littered with leather straps, wood and plastic paddles, a heavy 3-foot crop, and a rattan cane. Bobby winced and adjusted his genitals. 'The chastity is painful when you try to get hard.' 'I'm turned on like crazy. May I have the cage off?' She stared at him, Mistress Dominari was still in charge. She shook her head, 'I'm sorry son, I should have taken the time to come down from the session. Let's do the tour tomorrow. She found the key to the chastity and held it out to him. Bobby took her hand and closed her hand around the key. He didn't know what to say. Dalia shook her head. 'I'm not going to dominate you. It's not right.'n Bobby sat on the floor. 'Then let's talk.'n She stood and said, "Let's go into the parlor.' She had the only chair in the dungeon and she didn't want him sitting on the floor like a sub. Bob walked around the large room. 'Is this a sex sling?' 'It is, but I use it for all sorts of things.' Bobby wondered what it would be like to get fucked in his bottom.n They sat on a love seat. 'It's not fair. You knew what this room would do to me … and you looking like you do.'n She put the key in his hand and said, 'There's a bed behind that door. Lay on the bed and enjoy it and finish what you started this afternoon.' n 'Could you at least let me enjoy a bondage experience? Just tie me down and let me enjoy it for a while? I know I'll like it but … you don't have to do anything - just give me that much, please.'n She relented. 'Go lie on the bed and relax. That's my crossdressers room so look around. I won't judge you if you want to dress. Take your time. Call out when you're ready.'n Dalia took off her boots and put the toys in their proper place. She got a bottle of water and poured gin over a large glass of ice and sat and rested in the parlor. She drank half the water and half the gin, waited two minutes and finished both drinks. She was dehydrated and she needed the alcohol to calm her down. n Bobby stripped off his clothes and sat on the bed. He put the key in the lock on the chastity but changed his mind and placed it on the night stand. He found a black garter belt and dark stockings and white patent platform high heels. He got on the bed, positioned a pillow to cover his eyes and called out 'I'm ready.'n Dalia didn't speak. She turned on some relaxing music and found her best leather cuffs. She sat on the edge of the bed and strapped on the first wrist cuff. Bobby whispered 'thank you' and she pressed a finger to his lips. She spread him wide and attached his cuffs to chains anchored to the four corners. She blindfolded his eyes and stood over him. Bobby pulled against the bondage. n 'Go ahead and test it. It's very real. You're helpless so just relax into it. Or fight it - I don't care.' The booze was really working on her, she'd eaten little at dinner. Bobby said, 'Oh God… thank you… you smell so good.' 'Shut up, I told you to be silent!' (hadn't she?) She went to a cabinet and found a leather gag. When she sat beside him Bobby moaned. She opened his mouth and let him feel the gag with his lips and tongue. As she pushed it into his mouth she said, 'Just relax, I'll be here until I know you're safe with it. You want it tighter?' He nodded yes. n Dalia padded out of the room and returned wearing stiletto heels that rapped loudly on the floor. 'Now I'm not dominating you, I'm just facilitating your first bondage experience. The more I understand this side of you the better I can council you, like any good therapist, or parent.' She pulled on a a pair of thin leather gloves and sat beside him on the bed. She picked up Bobby's package by the plastic tube imprisoning his cock and he moaned. 'God, that does look painful. Want me to take it off?' She ran a leather finger under his balls and he nodded and pleaded through the gag. She stood over him, 'Well, you could have taken it off. You had the key so I can only surmise you craved the experience. She took off a shoe and ran the heel under his scrotum and down the inside of his thigh and then down his cheek. She returned the shoe to her feet and stood over him. 'I approve of the black stockings and white hooker high heels. That's a great slut/hooker look. Try not to think about an older dominant woman taking off your gag and feeding her customer's cock into your mouth. You couldn't be blamed because you're helpless to refuse – you'd even be helpless if she unhooked your ankles and allowed him to take your ass. Did I not tell you that if you relaxed, your cock and balls would not be tortured so much?' She unlocked his chastity but his cock was hard within the tube. 'Do you know what would be mnOre comfortable? Have you ever seen a full male chastity belt? It's more secure and less painful. Your birthday and Christmas are too far away but you could buy one for my birthday. Do you jerk off every day? You would't have to wear it all the time. At your age it would be a terrific training tool, I mean not submissive training of course (she said with patent insincerity) just training to be a better student and better person. You wouldn't have to let me control your key. You could ask Aunt Rachael or Aunt Simone. But Simone is such a cum-slut she'd make you eat her pussy. But then you'll need to develop a skilled mouth if you want to be a good submissive to women. Ah, finally you pushed off that nasty cock cage. So you just enjoy the bondage while I take a break.'n Bobby drifted off into an erotic dream-state. Dalia sat on the loveseat and sprawled, her legs spread. She became aware that she smelled of sweat and perfume and her pussy. Her heritage was Italian with olive skin that tanned easily, and thick, straight-raven black hair. She pushed her hand into her panties and resisted the urge to masturbate. She nursed a glass of wine and finally returned to Bobby. She thought, 'I could release one of his hands or put a vibrator on him. She had soft rubber sleeve that fit over the head of a Hitachi vibrator. A client with electronics skills had given her a programmable unit into which an electrical device could be plugged and controlled by a program or by remote control. She used it for electrical play or a vibrator. She pulled the T of the sleeve over the head of the Hitachi and lubed the tube. She removed Bobby's gag and said, "I have a treat for you. Just relax. It's controlled by a program and I'll be in the next room. I can hear but I won't be watching. Dalia slid the sleeve over his hard cock, grateful he did not cum then and there. She walked out on her heels, slipped off her shoes and returned silently to stand in the doorway. She switched on the vibrator and teased him until he screamed into his over-due orgasm. She let him rest, then removed the sleeve and the cuffs. She used a hand towel to wipe off his privates, then held his hand. 'Rest, enjoy the afterglow. I'm going to shower.'n Dalia showered in the guest house and later found Bobby fast asleep. She took off his high heels and covered him with a sheet. She washed the sleeve and vibrator and returned to the main house wearing only her robe. She was surprised that it was only 12:45. She drank another bottle of water and returned to the screened back porch. The night was warm, the air was soft and the traffic sounds seemed distant. She had two drags off a joint of potent weed and fell asleep on the chase lounge. n Later Bobby touched his hand on her shoulder and said, "Mom?' 'Are you ok Bob?' 'More than ok, I feel like a man.' Tears streamed down her face. It was the best thing he could have said. They both went to their beds. The debrief could wait until tomorrow. n Bobby spent some time looking at male chastity belts until he needed to masturbate again. The next morning Bobby told his mother he needed to find a part-time job. 'I need money for your birthday. The best male belts are German and they are pricey.' n nnnnn
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