Faced with her natural authority and the confidence of a Dominant Mistress, I don’t know how to refuse. So, I comply immediately. I find myself with my jeans around my ankles, in my underwear with it pulled down to my thighs, standing in front of what might be my future dominant mother-in-law!
Under the Rule of the Dominatrix Mother-in-Law: A Journey of Submission and Discipline
She shoves my underwear into the crack of my buttocks and spanks my cheeks about ten times. Then, she finishes with a few very pleasant caresses before putting my underwear back in place.
That done, she asks me to stand in front of her again. However, I must remain kneeling and keep my jeans around my ankles:
- “Before moving on to other stages of your evaluation, I’m going to give you some basic rules you’ll need to follow when you’re in this house. Of course, when I say ‘this house,’ it could be anywhere, as long as you’re with Julie or me.”
Then she addresses the topic of politeness and respect.
- “In the same vein, your behavior must always be adjusted according to us. You must always act in a way that doesn’t ‘impose’ yourself or draw attention to yourself over us. So, you’ll kneel in front of or beside us in a static position. Indeed, we’re not very tall, even though we often wear high heels. Of course, you won’t speak unless we ask or allow you to. You won’t take any initiative. That means, from now on, you won’t kiss my daughter anymore. It’s she who will kiss you when she wants to… understood?”
- “Yes, Madame.”
Kissed and Collared by the Dominatrix Mother-in-Law
She continues her explanations.
- “By the way, I hear you kiss well. Is that true? Come on, stand up and kiss me to show me!”
Once again, already under her influence, I don’t question it and carry out her request, kissing her tenderly and passionately.
When she pulls away, she orders me to kneel before her again. At that moment, I see her sly little smile and realize she enjoys the way I kiss.
- “Not bad, indeed. Alright, let’s continue with the rules! A very important rule concerns your attire. In fact, this is the first and last time we’ll see you in your clothes here. Starting today and moving forward, we’ll decide what you wear here. It’ll depend on our mood or the agenda. It could be naked, quite simply, or in submissive attire if we’re in an education phase. Or something else entirely. You might even be feminized if we decide so. That’ll mostly be with me, though, because Julie and I don’t always agree on that point.”
She pauses slightly before continuing.
- “I believe the feminine side of our submissive needs to be worked on to ‘deconstruct’ his male condition. Julie, on the other hand, likes her man to retain enough masculinity for her to enjoy submitting him to female power. In the end, we complement each other pretty well. It might even allow you to become, perhaps, an alpha male for us! So that’s it for attire. But attire is nothing without accessories. Because accessories, here, are very important to us. And here’s the first one!”
She turns around and grabs something from a drawer. It’s a collar.
Collared and Stripped: A Dominatrix Mother-in-Law’s Claim
- “This collar is the symbol of your belonging to us. You’ll wear it the vast majority of the time. Not wearing it will be exceptional and likely tied to outside visitors. The collar is the first thing we’ll put on you when you arrive here. It’s simple: when you get here, you greet us politely and kiss our hand. Then you kneel immediately in front of us, waiting for your collar. It’s stored in the entryway for a reason. Plus, only Julie or I will be authorized to remove it. Understood?”
- “Yes, Madame.”
- “Perfect. Alright, listen. I’ll explain the other accessories later. What we’re going to do now is you’re going to take off those clothes. I can’t stand seeing you dressed in front of me anymore. So, stand up and take off all those clothes.”
Once again, I comply. Rather embarrassed by the situation, having to undress in front of a woman I didn’t even know twenty minutes ago.
I take off my clothes one by one. However, I decide to keep my underwear on, unsure what to do and feeling an erection coming on. It seems the situation and this beautiful woman in front of me were turning me on a little.
- “Come on! Take off that underwear, don’t be shy. Do you think I’ve never seen a penis before?”
I remove my underwear but keep my hands in front.
Bound by Desire: The Dominatrix Mother-in-Law’s Gaze
She stands up and comes beside me. She grabs my hands firmly and places them behind my back, revealing my erect penis.
My dominatrix mother-in-law flashes a mischievous little smile and discreetly brushes my penis with the tips of her nails. Then she continues, circling around me, lingering on my buttocks.
- “Mmm, you really have nice buttocks. Julie and I are going to love that. As for your little erect penis, let me tell you, I think it’s both good and bad. It’s good because it means you find me attractive and you like the situation. Great, because that’s the foundation of a good submissive. He must love his wife and his dominatrix mother-in-law. Even more, he must adore them and constantly want to please them. Your adoring gaze must be constant. That’s why I’ll order you to always look at me and admire me. When you walk behind me or are tied up in the same room as me, your eyes should be only on me. I need to feel your gaze on me constantly, or I might punish you. However, your erection is also a bad thing. It means you’re aroused and therefore thinking about your pleasure before mine or my daughter’s. And that’s not acceptable. But we have a solution for that…”
Caged and Chained: The Dominatrix Mother-in-Law’s Control
My dominatrix mother-in-law turns around and takes another accessory from her drawer. She pulls out a sort of metal cage:
- “
- This is a chastity cage. It’s to control your little excited dick,” she explains with a wicked smile. “I can’t put it on you right now with your cock in that state. So I’ll show you the other essential accessories first. Know that here, you’ll often be tied up and restrained. Again, my daughter and I have slightly different views on this. I think you should be constantly restrained because a man should be physically inferior to a woman. But also, I confess, because I’ve become passionate about restraints, bondage, the sound of chains… Julie is less strict about it, though she’s starting to get into bondage and ropes. So you might just become her new guinea pig. Come on, kneel in front of me, I’ll put your collar on first.”
She takes a red collar and fastens it around my neck. Then she takes my hands and attaches leather cuffs to each wrist. Next, she threads a small chain between my right wrist and left wrist, passing it through my collar. Now I’m already quite restricted!
- “I like this collar because I can use the rings to thread chains through, in addition to attaching a leash. You’ll see Julie often uses her collar, which is a bit different. But know that no matter which collar you wear, you’ll always be submissive and obligated to both of us. Alright, I can put your chastity cage on now.”
Caged and Collared: A Descent into Submission
And with that, she indeed slips the metal cage onto me. My penis immediately shrinks, along with my balls. Finally, she locks it with a key she keeps around her neck. Once again, I feel completely embarrassed and caught in a whirlwind where I no longer have any control.
My dominant mother-in-law then attaches a leash to my collar and tells me to follow her.
- “Come on, let’s go. I’m going to show you a room you’ll have plenty of time to get familiar with in the future. Follow me closely! I’m not asking you to crawl on all fours since your hands are tied behind your back. However, don’t forget to check out my backside as you follow me. It’s hugged by my leather skirt. You must want to touch it, rub against it!”
Oh my God! Where have I ended up? Here I am, naked, hands tied, and leashed by my girlfriend’s mom. Unreal.
In the hallway, we pass a mirror, and for the first time, I become aware of what’s happening and how ridiculous I look in this getup.
But I don’t have time to dwell on it before my new mistress leads me into a room with red lighting and various furniture and accessories. I quickly realize it’s a dungeon, like one I’ve seen in photos or videos online. At that moment, I feel a bit of fear and apprehension as I take it all in.
Bound by Trust: A Lesson in Pleasure and Restraint
My dominant mother-in-law notices. She softens and becomes more reassuring with me. She explains that this room is, of course, meant for my education. However, it will also be a place for many good moments shared together, with her and/or her daughter.
- “Don’t worry! We’ll introduce you to all the furniture and accessories in this room step by step. I’m not going to show you everything now. First, I’ll introduce you to our St. Andrew’s Cross. I’m going to tie you to it and give you a little reward because you’ve been good and obedient so far.”
My mistress leads me to this famous wooden cross. She positions me with my back to it and ties my ankles to the cross. Then she removes the chain between my wrists to free my arms.
She then presses her back against me, rubbing her buttocks against my chastity cage, and with her hands, she takes mine and places them on her hips:
- “Go ahead! This is your reward, enjoy it. You can touch me, caress my hips and my buttocks, and move up to my breasts. Make yourself happy because I don’t allow this every day.”
I don’t hesitate. This woman impresses me with her charisma but also her natural beauty. So I take pleasure in caressing her beautiful body, even though my erection causes more pain than pleasure in my chastity cage.
Silenced Desires: A Tale of Punishment and Pleasure
After a while, my dominant mother-in-law turns around and takes my hands to tie them to the cross. The moment of freedom and pleasure is over. I try to joke:
- “Already? I would’ve liked to use my hands a bit more.”
She looks at me with dark eyes and slaps me! I’m utterly shocked because I don’t understand.
Still, without a word, she turns around and goes to one of the room’s pieces of furniture to grab something.
She comes back with a sort of collar and a red ball.
- “This is called a gag, my dear. It’s another accessory you’ll get used to seeing. We might put it on you, like now, to keep you from talking when we haven’t asked you to. We might also use it simply in anticipation or because it pleases us. Personally, I like seeing my submissive gagged. I can also use other types of gags, like my own panties, for example. Anyway, you deserve a punishment for speaking without my permission. But right now, I feel like something else. You’ll get to know me. While I love submitting my male slave to my desires and whims, I also have a real need for the one thing I don’t have, his cock. Sucking a dick and swallowing the cum that comes out isn’t a pleasure I give to the other person; it’s a pleasure I take for myself. Like eating ice cream or smoking a cigarette. It’s also a necessity for me. So you’ll often be called upon for that, and I hope it tastes good. You’re lucky. Julie has other needs, so we complement each other well in that regard too.”
I’m stunned once again because I wasn’t expecting this. And then my dominant mother-in-law pulls the key from her cleavage and unlocks my chastity cage to free my penis.
Then she takes her time giving me an extraordinary blowjob and forces me to cum in her mouth!
