Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Mummy's Boy - Part 4

She handed over the tablet and settled back as he read. She observed keenly as his eyes widened slightly and his face flushed. The pages he was reading contained pictures and descriptions of chastity devices Victoria had worked with previously as well as jaw droppingly descriptive testimonials from the males who had been imprisoned in them and the women who had controlled their locking and unlocking. It left very little to the imagination.

It was far a book she was writing and so also contained some stunning professionally done pictures on Victoria. She was a lady with a stunning gaze and a voluptuous, ripe body. The photographer had done a very good job.

Enjoying Daniel's obvious embarrassment and arousal she decided to take the opportunity to tease him further. After a few minutes of reading she asked him to fetch her bag off the luggage rack. At first Daniel flinched with obvious reluctance but couldn't come up with an adequate reason to refuse. When he stood he had a very noticeable bulge in his trousers.

"Perfect" she thought.

After he read a while longer she knew she had him exactly where she wanted. He was obviously inexperienced but utterly intrigued and excited by the images and concepts she was placing in front of him.

"So my budding little professor, what did you think?" she asked after a while

"Well I am glad you have some belts for females too" he mumbled, it was the only thing he could think of.

Victoria giggled "Oh my poor little thing" she leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially "...They were all for males"

Daniel was again taken aback. He showed her an image of a steel belt encompassing the victim's groin leaving it totally flat "But where would the....his....where would it go"

She had him, she knew it now. This handsome blushing young man was delivering himself to her and the best thing was he didn't even realise it yet. She placed a hand on his "It's very snug, it basically turns the poor male into a women in all but name....the poor man was in there for a weeks at a time, on the same night she locked him into that belt she also locked away all his male underwear....I am devoting an entire chapter to him as you can imagine".

Daniel was totally helpless now, the conversation was totally beyond his control. He could either recoil and kill their chat stone dead or allow her to dictate the conversation for the remainder of the journey. What was more concerning is that he was totally and utterly turned on by the whole thing. Victoria, her beauty, her imperious commanding nature, the images and concepts she was feeding him.

"Flick to page 17" she instructed. Page 17 contained a picture of Victoria with a key "That key was sent to me by a couple in Australia. It is the only one that fits his lock. I am keeping hold of it for a full year and then sending it back so he can be unlocked" she fished out the key from her pocket and dangled it in front of him "Can you imagine...a full year, there is no way he can get it off me. He's 4 months in now and he blogs about it every day".

Daniel's mind was awash with conflicting emotions, horror, curiosity and arousal all mingling with his infatuation for Victoria. He plucked up his courage "Do you mind me asking why a man would agree to that? It must make their lives hell"

An intelligent question she thought,. Handsome, innocent, submissive and with a brain. She was getting aroused herself now as she fantasised about him surrendering to her. She had to have him she thought. "It differs for different men...some are submissive and are desperate to be under female control and devote themselves to our pleasure at the expense of their own. Others want to be broken by and experience the pain and degradation as a women destroys their machismo".

At that moment she felt the train begin to slow down. They were approaching the station. She still had her hand on his. It was time to plant the seed of his addiction, to put that first breach in his defences. She squeezed it gently "Which one are you?" she whispered with a wicked smirk

Daniel coughed "I....No, there is no way I would ever want to be locked up in one of those things". Even as he said it his cock throbbed remorselessly.

Victoria sat back, and smiled at him...she knew the act of sitting back would push her ample chest against the fabric of her blouse implanting an image of desirability on her victim's mind. Her work was almost completed. The train came to a halt and she stood to gather her things. Daniel did the same, the bulge in his pants quickly covered by his jacket

"Help me with my bags please my dear" she asked and they stepped off the train and walked towards the station exit.

Before they parted she smiled once again "Thank you so much for keeping me company, I hope I haven't scandalised you too much" Daniel assured her it had been enlightening but an absolute pleasure to meet her. In the moment before they parted she handed him her card. She saw his face light up for the merest of moments "I would dearly like it if you'd would gather up the pictures and information at the conference about your female Egyptian queens and pass it along to me".

Daniel promised he would and with that they parted. Victoria knew he'd be in touch.

1 comment:

  1. I often travel but train and cannot help fantasising about some of the ladies i see.
    The poor boy is hooked.....as an i.
    Xxx
    Andy

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