Son for Hire: Chapter 81

Another trigger warning chapter, this time literally as there is an actual 'trigger' in the chapter.  Why do I write this stuff?  Why do you read it?  But here we are.  lol  Love to all.  ❤

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I am actually overwhelmed by her joy and praise.  Not knowing what else to do…I hunch down small and hug to her body.  “I love you.”  I whisper.  “I love you so much.”

She puts her arms around me and strokes my hair.  “My boy.”

We hug for a time and it is wonderful.  When we’re done she washes me up as I had with her.  It is great of course, having her bathe me, but quick and efficient.  I got sense that she was getting impatient to get to whatever these fun plans she mentioned earlier.  As great as this bath time had been it was simply the foreplay of what was to come.  Once I am all clean she finishes by washing her face and long hair.  Together we leave the tub, me helping her out so that she doesn’t slip.  I get to experience again that simple joy of being dried off by her with a big fluffy towel.  I cannot help but giggle as she rapidly ruffles my wet hair while draped in the big towel.  After she combs my hair and kisses me she pats my bum.

“Go wait on the bed.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

As she finishes up in the washroom I peek out into the main bedroom and cock an ear.  I hear nothing but silence.  Cool.  It was a pretty slim chance that Alan had come home but I wasn’t taking any chances, it would pretty damn tough to explain being in his bedroom without a stitch of clothes on.  I go and sit at the foot of the bed as I await my Mistress.  I look down at my still rock hard erection.  I’m not sure I’d ever been hard for this long continuously and it showed no signs of wilting.  I was way to excited about what Evelyn had in store for me and so was he.

She doesn’t leave me waiting too long thankfully.  Nude and sexy beyond words she strides from the washroom with a dick swinging confidence that spoke to how at ease she was with me seeing her special body now.  I remembered how embarrassed and vulnerable she had been when she shared her secret with me so seeing her like this now really touched my heart.  And good damn what a body!  Mommy was ALL woman.  I sit up straight and my dick goes straight as a flagpole.  She sees and she smiles.

“Hey sexy boy.”  She croons alluringly.  “Ready to play?”

“Yes Ma’am!”

She walks to a dresser and turns, purposely swaying her big sexy ass around so that it faced me directly.  “I thought we’d try something new today.”  She says as she bends allllll the way over.  Sweet Jesus!  Bent over at the waist her wide hips frame her hot ass, her perfect butt hole, her pretty pink pussy, and her big beautiful balls.  My cock twitches with barely contained lust as I gawk.  She stays like that for a time, letting me feast on the scintillating sight, as she slowly opens the bottom drawer and digs out a purple cloth bag with a drawstring.  Standing back up she smoothly twirls back my way, her heavy cock slapping against her thigh as she stops to face me.

With just that touch of steel in her voice that she used when she was being serious she says.  “I want four good cummies from you today.  I will take no less.”

I swallow hard and nod.  “Yes Ma’am.”

“You can handle that?”

I nod again.  “Yes Ma’am.”  Looking up at her now…I’d give her four or die trying!

She nods.  “Good boy.”  Untying the bag she opens it and looks down into it.  She feels around then pulls out a strange X shape thing made of leather and steel.  It takes me a moment to recognize that at the end of each tip of the X there was a padded leather cuff.  The middle was made of four shiny steel chains all connected to a central metal ring.  She hands the item to me and watches me as I look down at it in my hands.  “I would like to bind you my prince, if I have your permission.”

I feel the supple padded leather and cold hard steel against my fingers and palms.  I gaze back up at her and nod.

“Have you ever been bound before?”

I shake my head no.

“It can be scary.”  She sits down beside me and puts her arm around my waist.  “It’s okay if you want to stop.  I won’t think any less of you.  Okay?”

Looking back down at the bondage device I nod.  “Yes Ma’am.”

A kiss presses against my cheek and she whispers.  “My brave man.”

With a gentle touch she guides me back into the dead center of the expansive bed.  The cloth bag, still bulging with contents, she sets to the side.  Coming to knee in front of me she has me sit with my knees up and my forearms resting on them.  She takes the cuffs from me and opens one of them wide.  After a sweet tender kiss to the inner wrist of my right hand she then wraps the cuff snugly around it.  Feeding the Velcro strap through a metal hoop she pulls it back again to secure it.  With close attention she studies my wrist and feels around the cuff to ensure it was neither so tight it cut off circulation nor so loose that I could easily slip out of it.  Once satisfied she moves to my left wrist, again starting with the little kiss at the tender skin of my inner wrist.  This one she fits firmly but comfortably as well, the Velcro bond ensuring that she had total control on the tightness.  The chains and other two cuffs dangle freely from my wrists.

Sitting back she looks at my cuffed hands.  “How is it?”

“Good.”

“Can you get out?”

I pull my wrists apart and they stopped dead by the strong chain connecting them.  Pointing my fingers and making my hands slender I twist and pull and try to pull free.  Nope, they weren’t going anywhere.  My heart quickens as a strange mixture of panic and arousal hits me.  “They’re good.”  I say.

She strokes my cheek.  “May I continue?”

I nod despite the irrational fear that was stirring inside of me.

Evelyn pulls my knees apart and has me lower my arms between them.  Extending her index and middle finger she kisses them and then touches the inside of my right ankle.  It was as if these soft kisses were necessary for the bondage to work.  I sure wasn’t complaining as they did help to ease my worry.  She wraps the soft yet strong leather around my ankle, secures it, and then goes through the process again with the left.  And just like that I was bound up tight, rendered completely helpless.  Despite trying to hide my fear my body gives me away as breath picks up and becomes shallower.

“I like it.”  I whisper, trying to hide my natural response.

She reads me too well.  Petting my damp hair she leans in, gazing into my eyes.  “It’s okay baby.  I’m right here.”

I nod.

“It’s scary, isn’t it?”

“Mmm.”  I nod again, feeling a bit of shame at my panic.  I didn’t want to ruin this for her, this was the play she’d been building up to, but being basically hog-tied to the front was having a much more intense effect than I expected.  What if I needed to run away?  What if I needed to hide?  What if I needed to protect myself?  What if…what if…someone wanted to hurt me!?  “Mmmmm.”  I whimper as I try really hard to stay brave for her.  I was her brave man, she said so, I wasn’t going to quit so easy.

I try to remember the wonderful morning we’d shared and the incredible bath.  I try to remind myself of all the sexy fun she was going to have with me today.  Four cummies!  I couldn’t wait.  Even as I try to tell myself all of this I feel my failing penis slump to the side.  NO!  I wriggle again and the cuffs don’t budge.

“It’s okay my boy.  You are safe.  You are loved.”  She whispers while petting my hair and neck.  “We are alone here.  It’s just you and me Donald, it’s just you and me.”

‘…it’s just you and me…just you and me…you and me…’  Voices from the past echo in my mind.  Her voice…and another.  She said that the first time I ever went down on her cock, when I almost ruined the mood of that special moment by unwelcome thoughts of my real mother intruding into my mind.  But someone else had said those words to me.  Far more distant in my memory yet more recently as well.  Just last night as a matter of fact.  In my mind’s eye I watch in horror as the smoke spewing dragon from my nightmare darkens the room with her presence.  Raw terror grips my heart.

“Hmmmm!”  Tears build quickly in my frightened eyes blurring my vision.  No!  Don’t cry!  “MMMMM!  I’m sorryyyyy!”

“Baby?”  Evelyn’s beautiful smile fades as she sees the emotions stirring up inside of me.  “Donald?”

‘Stop crying…or I’ll give you something to cry about.’  A voice as hard as cold iron whispers just as the first tear rolls down my cheek.

“Mmm!  Mmm!”  Frantically I pull at my bonds to find them as real as they looked.  “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!”  I try to reach to swipe the shameful tears from my cheeks but I can’t.  I can’t!  My rapid shallow breathing picks up as instinct takes over and I tug and strain against them hard with all of my strength.  I was trapped!  “Mmmmm!”  I am crying full on now, rivers of the stuff pouring down my face.  “Mummyyyyy!”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Evelyn says softly as she hurries to pull my head to her bosom.  Holding me tight she kisses my head.  “It’s okay, it’s okay baby.  Shhh.  Everything is going to be okay, you hear me?”  She strokes my hair and kisses me again.  “I’ll get you out of there.”

“No.”  I gasp as I lean into her.  “No, please!”

“Shhhh.  I’m right here.”  She hugs me hard and kisses me yet again then starts to pull away.  “I’m getting you out of these…”

“NO!”  I plead.  “Please Mum.  Don’t.  Just…just hold me.”  Holding my head she stares down into my eyes, her face filled with concern at my unexpected reaction.  Like a drowning man to the first bit of floating flotsam he can find I cling to her hazel gaze.  “Hold me.  Please?”

Coming around to my side she cradles my head and shoulders into her soft warm body, her arms embrace me and hold me in close.  “I got you!”  She says.  “Mom’s got you baby boy, and I won’t ever let you go.”

Chapter 82