"Good morning, my dear," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I hope you had a restful night."
I managed a nod, my heart racing as I took in the sight of her. She'd always been beautiful, but seeing her like this, so confident and in control, sent a thrill through me.
"I have a proposition for you," she continued, tracing a finger down my chest. "You can stay here, and we can continue our lives as mother and son. But if you want to be something more, something special, all you have to do is follow me."
She stood, the metal cage clinking as she did. I couldn't help but stare at her, at the way her hips swayed as she walked towards the door.
"Or you can stay here, and we can pretend this never happened," she said, looking over her shoulder. "But I think you and I both know that's not what you want."
She exited the room, leaving me to think, my mind racing with possibilities. I took a deep breath, testing the limits of my bonds. They held firm, a reminder of my situation.
I made my decision, following her out of the room and into the huge garden. She was standing by the pond, a buttplug in her hand.
"If you want to be my sex slave forever, you'll put this on," she said, tossing it to me.
I caught it, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd never done anything like this before, but the thought of serving her, of pleasing her, was intoxicating. I approached her, kneeling at her feet. She smirked, running a hand through my hair.
"Such a good boy," she cooed.
I blushed, my heart racing as she guided the buttplug into me. It was larger than anything I'd ever used before, but I pushed through the discomfort, focusing on the feeling of her hands on me.
She stood, admiring her work. "Welcome to your new life, my sex slave," she said, a hint of playful insult in her voice. "I hope you're ready to serve me."
I looked up at her, my heart filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "I'm ready, Mistress," I replied, my voice steady and sure.
She laughed, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I'm sure you are, my dear. I'm sure you are."
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