My Mom Is A Dominatrix: Part 2 (Patreon)

Robert lay on his bed, staring at his phone. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard before he finally typed.

Robert: “Mistress...Please… can you release me? I can’t stop thinking the chastity cage and you. It’s driving me crazy.”

A pause. Then her reply came, sharp and certain.

Charlene: “No. You get out when I decide you’re ready. Not before.”

Robert’s shoulders slumped. His breath slowed, that unshakable truth settling over him.

Robert: “Yes, Mistress. I understand.”

Charlene: “Do more than understand. Accept it. Consent to it.”

Robert: “I consent, Mistress.”

There was a brief silence before her next message arrived.

Charlene: “Good boy. Rebecca is about to have the most faithful, most devoted, most obedient boyfriend she’s ever imagined. You’ll be hers in name… but mine in discipline.”

Robert read the words over and over, his pulse quickening—not from the hope of release, but from the realisation that she meant every syllable.

Robert’s phone buzzed again.

Charlene: “If you want me to even consider your release, you’ll need to prove your loyalty. That starts now.”

Robert: “Yes, Mistress.”

Charlene: “First task—every morning for the next week, you will send me a photo at 7:00 a.m. sharp. You will be showered, naked with the chastity cage on full display and standing at attention. No excuses.”

Robert: “Understood, Mistress.”

Charlene: “Second—each evening before you go to sleep, you’ll write me a report. Three paragraphs. One about how you served Rebecca that day. One about how you thought about my control. And one about how you’ll improve tomorrow.”

Robert hesitated at the length of it.

Charlene: “Problem, Robert?”

Robert: “No, Mistress. I’ll do it.”

Charlene: “Third—you will carry a reminder of me with you at all times. Something I choose. Something you don’t take off, no matter what.”

He swallowed. “What will it be?”

Charlene: “You’ll know soon enough. For now, be grateful you have clear instructions. Many fail because they wait for orders that never come.”

Robert: “Yes, Mistress.”

Charlene: “Good. Tomorrow morning is your first deadline. Don’t disappoint me. Remember—Rebecca deserves the most faithful, most disciplined man. I’m making you into him.”

Robert set his phone down, his mind spinning. The tasks were simple enough… but the way she spoke made them feel like something much larger—like each one was another step away from the life he’d known.

The next morning after he sent her the picture, Robert stepped out of the florist, a bouquet of soft pink roses in his hand. He’d just picked up a box of chocolates from the shop down the street when his phone buzzed.

Charlene: “Where are you now?”

Robert: “Just bought flowers and chocolates for Rebecca, Mistress.”

Charlene: “Good. Thoughtful. Now, there’s something else. I want you to stop into the shop two blocks ahead on the left. The one with the red sign in the window. Ask for the manager. Tell him Mistress Charlene left something for her submissive.”

Robert’s pulse quickened. He knew exactly which shop she meant.

Robert: “Mistress… that’s a—”

Charlene: “Yes. And you will go. Now.”

He stood outside the small, discreet sex shop moments later, clutching the flowers and chocolates awkwardly at his side. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, the little bell over the door chiming.

The man at the counter looked up from a clipboard.

“I… um…” Robert stammered, cheeks warming as he publically said. “Mistress Charlene left something for her submissive.”

The manager’s expression didn’t change. “Ah. Right. One moment.” He ducked behind the counter, then returned with a plain brown paper bag.

“Take this and head to the changing rooms at the back,” the man said, his voice low but clear.

Robert’s ears burned with humiliation. He could feel two other customers glance his way before going back to browsing. Hugging the bag to his chest, he made his way toward the back of the store, his steps stiff and quick, each one echoing with the knowledge that Mistress Charlene had orchestrated every moment of this humiliation.

The changing room door clicked shut behind him. The air inside was warm, quiet, almost too still. Robert set the flowers and chocolates on the bench and peeled open the top of the brown paper bag.

Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was something small, smooth, and unmistakably personal—a vivid pink butt plug, unmistakable as anything other than a mark of ownership. His pulse jumped.

His phone buzzed and then rang. It was her.

He answered quickly. “Yes, Mistress?”

Her voice was calm, slow, deliberate. “That is your reminder. From this moment on, you will insert it and keep it there until I say otherwise. Always. Wherever you go, you will know it’s there, and you will know why.”

Robert swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You will not hide it from yourself. You will not remove it without my permission. And when you think about it, you will think about me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She paused, the silence heavy on the line. “Good boy. Now take it with you. We’re not done yet.”

Robert carefully inserted the pink plug in his ass, feeling its weight fill him as if it carried far more than just its physical size. He slipped out of the changing room, keeping his head down as he left the shop, the sense of public exposure still prickling at his skin.

Robert’s palms were damp as he walked up the path to Rebecca’s house, flowers in one hand, chocolates in the other. His stomach tightened when the door swung open.

Charlene stood there in glossy black latex trousers, a crisp white top under a fitted leather jacket. The afternoon light caught on a glint of metal—two small keys on a necklace nestled in her large breasts. Her smirk told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

Without a word, she extended one boot toward him. “Kiss it.”

Robert froze for half a second, his cheeks burning hot. The street behind him felt suddenly louder, more open.

“Now,” she said.

He dropped to his knees on the doorstep, the world narrowing to the polished toe of her boot. He bent forward and pressed his lips to it, the heat in his face intensifying as he became acutely aware of how public this was—how easily someone could walk past and see him.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only he could hear. “Remember—every move you make now is under my eye.”

Robert stayed kneeling until she stepped back, her smirk never faltering, and the sound of the door clicking shut behind him felt like a seal being placed on something he could never undo.

The sound of quick footsteps came from the hallway before Rebecca appeared, her energy filling the room like sunlight.

“There you are!” she said, her smile wide as she spotted him.

Robert straightened, forcing himself to focus, holding out the flowers and chocolates. “These are for you.”

Her face lit up even more. “Oh, Rob… they’re beautiful.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, the warmth of it cutting straight through the tangle of nerves and unease twisting in his stomach as his cock was rigid inside the steel chastity cage.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing his hand without hesitation. “I’ve got to show you something.”

Before he could say a word, she was already tugging him toward the stairs, her laughter echoing in the hallway. Robert glanced back, just for a second, and saw Charlene still standing by the door—arms folded, lips curled into that knowing smirk—before the turn of the staircase took her out of sight.

He felt the plug in his ass wiggle with every step he took up the stairs as his cock strained against the spikes inside the chastity cage.

Rebecca’s bedroom door clicked shut behind them. She turned to him, her smile softening, her eyes bright.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, stepping closer and resting her hands on his chest. The warmth of her palms seeped through his shirt, and his pulse jumped.

Robert tried to keep his breathing steady. Every movement felt amplified—her hands, her closeness—while his mind raced with the knowledge of what he was hiding.

She leaned up and kissed him, lingering just long enough to send a wave of heat through him as his cock pules inside the chastity cage. Her hands trailed lightly along his sides, making him tense for reasons she couldn’t guess.

Robert shifted his stance slightly, angling himself so she wouldn’t brush up against the chastity cage. But Rebecca laughed softly and caught his wrist, tugging him forward with unexpected strength.

“Come here,” she murmured, pulling him on top of her on the bed.

He stumbled forward, catching himself with his hands beside her, his face only inches from hers. The air between them was thick—sweet with her perfume, warm from her breath—as his thoughts tangled in the tension of the moment.

He quickly shifted down and began to kiss her thighs as he slid off her panties as she moaned with pleasure.

He began to worship her pussy with his lips and tongue as she moaned along in pleasure. It was the only thing he could do to stop her noticing or feeling the chastity cage or plug in his ass.

Mistress Charlene was turning him into a submissive who focused on others’ pleasure over his own.

How am I going to explain this to Rebecca? he thought to himself. What does Mistress Charlene have in store next?