The morning sun streamed through the windows of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the expansive room. The young man stirred beneath the covers, slowly blinking his eyes open as he became aware of a weight on his chest.
As his vision cleared, he saw her: his mother, an incredibly attractive and dominant woman, sitting naked on his chest. She was holding a collar in her hand and had a playful smirk on her face.
"Good morning, my little pet," she said, her voice dripping with authority.
The young man's heart raced as he took in the sight of his mother's naked body. He had always known that she was a strong and controlling woman, but he had never imagined that she would take control of their relationship in this way.
She placed the collar around his neck and tied his hands behind him in reverse prayer. He could feel the cold metal of the collar against his skin, a constant reminder of his new role as his mother's sex slave.
"I have always been dominant, my obedient slave," she explained. "And I have decided to take control of our relationship. You have a choice: you can stay in this bedroom and be my sex slave forever, or you can follow me into the garden and prove your devotion to me."
The young man felt a mix of fear and excitement as he considered his options. He had always been attracted to his mother's dominance, and the idea of being her sex slave was both humiliating and arousing.
"I will follow you into the garden, Mistress," he said, using the title she had demanded he use from now on.
She helped him out of bed and led him towards the garden, playfully insulting him along the way.
"You are mine now, my little pet," she said. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say."
The young man couldn't help but feel aroused by her dominance. He had never felt this way before, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.
They reached the garden and Mistress led him to a buttplug placed in front of the pond.
"Sit on it," she instructed.
The young man hesitated, but Mistress reassured him that it would only hurt a little at first. He took a deep breath and sat on the buttplug, wincing as it entered him.
Mistress praised him for his obedience and rewarded him by stroking his cage, reminding him that he belonged to her now.
"This is just the beginning of your training as my sex slave," she said. "You should expect many more lessons in the future."
The young man felt both humiliated and excited as he sat on the buttplug, his cage reminding him of his new role. He was determined to please his Mistress and earn the key to his cage.
Mistress smiled and led him back into the mansion, ready to begin his training.
The young man followed behind her, his heart racing with anticipation. He had no idea what the future held, but he was ready to find out. He was ready to be his Mistress's sex slave, no matter what that meant.
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