Submission Heaven Ch. 04

With one foot she removed one of her loafers, and my dicklette suddenly strained against the cage. Then she removed the other, and started massaging them, one against the other.

I couldn't do anything but watch, drinking the sight of her pretty feet in polka dots nylons that slowly rubbed one on the other, now getting in and out of her shoes, now massaging the back of her ankle with a foot, showing me her sole, as she lazily wiggled her toes.

My Pinkie jumped when I saw her nails were perfectly painted, as always. I closed my legs nervously, squeezing my crotch and feeling the plug making my pleasure button sing. But my cage was cruelly denying my dicklette the privilege of even getting hard for such a wonderful sight. I felt a little damp, sticky spot in my panties.

She turned again, catching me as I feasted my eyes on her perfect feet. A smirk appeared on her face, and I immediately averted my eyes. As she went back to take notes for the lesson, she pushed her loafers aside, making full show of her feet.

I was red in shame. Was she aware of just how much I desired her feet?

Unable to avoid it, I kept staring at her soft soles wrinkling and stretching until the end of the lesson, trapped in her teasing, being constantly delighted by desire... and punished by the hard contraption on my aching dicklette.

***

"So, Chris, are you coming?"

Gwen gently intertwined my arm beneath hers, in the gallant way, as she started walking beside me. My heart exploded inside my chest: she was finally talking to me!

I tried straightening my spine to gain some height, but my petite frame could not match with her 177cm of height.

"W-where to..?"

Everyone was leaving the classroom.

"To my place! It's Thursday, and we always study together on Thursday, puppy" she said, sweetly.

She smiled, and my heart kept racing. Maybe I could still spend time with Gwen. She was not mad at me anymore! My mom was right! I was so elated, for a moment.

Then, I remembered what I was wearing.

No. No no no no...

"Oh, yeah, I just thought that you...that we..."

I had to get out of it.

"What?"

"I don't know if I can, today...I should actual-"

She stopped me, now completely serious.

"Chris. I'm giving you a chance. Don't waste this."

I realized that she was not asking.

Her severe tone awakened something inside me.

A deep, warm feeling of pleasure released from my belly to the rest of my body at the mere thought of obeying her. Pleasure mixed with shame. It was exactly the same I felt so many times with my mother.

I felt an irresistible urge to please her.

I swallowed hard, hyperaware of the sweet pressure that my pantyhose exerted all over me.

This is so fucking dangerous.

"Y-yes, let's go"

***

"I knew you would be coming, so I prepared the desk for two" she chirped, delighted.

Her dorm room was big and inviting, and I was enveloped by the familiar layers of perfume created by her scented candles. A big window looked at the park, and in front of it the bed, with its big soft duvet and the colorful stuffed animals on top.

She excused herself for a bit, then she came back with a steaming teapot of vanilla flavoured tea, two cups and chocolate cookies. It was wonderful being back in her world, her scents, her colors...

It was as if nothing had changed between us. We talked about the latest movies we'd seen, and we laughed and we argued about what we liked. It was so refreshing to hear her laugh, and I realized how much I missed her conversation, and the euphoric sensation of being in love.

After a while, she said "So, let's talk about the elephant in the room"

No.

"I noticed it, you know"

No, please, no...

"W-what?"

"That you are not paying attention to the lessons! I saw your recent grades, puppy. It's not looking good. Do you need help? You know you can always ask..."

A huge relief washed over me, as she was not referring to my undergarments.

"Y-yes..." I replied, knowing that, unlike me, she was a straight A student.

For the next hour, we tried going through some calculus exercises, theories, techniques...but her words were like muffled sounds, and the symbols soon lost all meaning as my excitement dumbed down every other thought. She was leaning with her body against me, often exposing her ample bosom to grab a pen or a cup, rubbing imperceptibly her nyloned legs against mine...

"No, it's wrong again. We've been going through this for an hour..." she said, releasing a long sigh.

"It's useless to continue. You better do a read-through tonight, and then we're going to try again" she said "Tomorrow".

Once again, she was not asking.

"Yes" I immediately replied, and again her commanding tone made some part deep inside me squirm with pleasure.

"Let's relax a bit, now" she said, and she sat on the bed, lasciviously. Maybe it was that wonderful sight that gave me courage.

"So, w-what are we right now...?" I asked.

What am I even saying?!

She looked surprised by my forward question. She smiled, amused "Well, you told me you wanted to stay friends, right? You're going to be my best friend, puppy"

Those words hit me like a hammer.

As she said so, she removed her patent leather loafers, giving me a knowing look as she rested her feet on the bed, in front of me. I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at them.

"Did I distract you earlier, in class?" she smiled.

"I-I don't know what you..."

"I know you more than anyone, Chris..." she said, slowly stretching her toes "And I'm just so kind with you, helping you dum-dum with your grades...why don't you give me a massage as a thank you, like you always did?"

I nodded nervously, trying to look casual, and I sat on the bed, careful to keep my crotch far from her, and took her sexy feet in my hands. Her ultra-sheer black pantyhose with polka dots were so elegant and sexy...

A shiver ran through my body, as if I was touching the most precious thing in the world.

With extreme delight, I started massaging her soft soles. My cage was exploding, but the privilege of touching her feet melted everything away.

"I really missed your massages, you know..." she purred "Henri wasn't really into them... he was more focused on..." she closed her eyes, and she chuckled "Oh, sorry" and she put a hand on her mouth.

My small ego took a big blow every time I heard his name.

Then, her eyes gleamed "Now that I think about it, though...since we are friends now, we can gossip freely, right?"

She was so candid that I struggled believing that she was the same girl who sent me all those photos, of her with other guys...

I knew what she wanted. My mouth moved on its own.

"Oh, yeah, o-of course..."

She squemed, pleased by my answer "You really are a precious friend, Chris. I know it must not be easy for you"

"It's not l-like I'm jealous or something" I lied, looking down, remembering all the lessons my mom told me.

"I know you are jealous, Chris. And I'm not asking you not to be. I actually want you to keep feeling like this...and to swallow it up for my happiness. This way I'm really sure that you value me above all else"

Her eyes were so sweet and sincere, her smile warm. Her words so cruel.

"Now that we're not dating, I feel that so much toxicity left our relationship..." she said, trying to move her feet towards my crotch.

Promptly, I adjusted my seat, avoiding that catastrophic occurrence.

"So, then: ask me"

"Ask...?"

"Everything"

I took a long sigh, then asked how the vacation at her new boyfriend's house went. Even more heat rose from within me, such humiliating this all thing was.

"The sea was amazing, a real paradise..."

She started mildly.

"You know, we spent so many days just cuddling...kissing...in between all the passion, of course..."

Then she started to add details...

"...and then he picked me up, he brought me on the balcony and right there pushed me on my knees..."

...very specific details...

"...at first it took a while for me to adjust to his size, but by the end I was..."

You're loving it.

I was mad and defeated, and I felt more and more like that the more she looked elated and pleased.

You love that she got railed by a big cock for two weeks, and she's telling you e v e r y t h i n g.

I was trying to breathe deep. My Pinky Pinky was rebelling tenuously against the plastic confines of the cage, so much it was raging with excitement. I was slightly shivering, damning the painful feeling it caused me.

Of course, she noticed my state.

She was looking at me as if probing into my soul, to pick up even the smallest reaction from me. Each time I looked down and averted her gaze, not able to face the humiliation, I could see her amused smile.

"Look, I know this must be very arousing for you, puppy. You can take a bit of relief, before we continue" she said, in a soothing, tender tone.

My eyes brightened.

"Yes, like we used to do...you know, when I let you tug your little one to my feet...while you call me Goddess..."

She brought her feet closer to my denied erection, and took her phone.

"I wouldn't be cheating on Henri if it's just my feet, and that's really all you need, right puppy? I won't even look. Just, don't get anything dirty" and she began texting and scrolling on her social media.

My achingly full balls screamed. She was still going to allow me to make piddles in front of her feet?! Too bad I had a locked contraption on my dicklette, denying me of any possibility...

"Oh no, I'm fine, actually..."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Are you sure, puppy?" and she tried to get her foot closer.

"Y-YES" and I got further away, scared to death.

"Okay..." she paused "You're acting weird". I could feel her analysing me. Was she pissed at me?

Then, she smiled "Very nice. You passed the test"

I was puzzled.

"I had to know if you were going to be a gooning pet, always asking me to let your little one out...but I've seen you've matured so much in this little time without me..."

Her unpredictable demeanour, her insults...I felt my head light with all the excitement running through me. I almost thanked my cage, making sure I wouldn't have made a piddle in front of her by accident.

"Now, let me tell you about the jacuzzi he had..." she started again "...but hey, it's not fair that I'm talking only about myself. Tell me about you: are you seeing someone? Do you have a crush on someone else, other than me?"

I lowered my eyes. Of course she knew I was a virgin, incapable of providing anything as wild as her tales...well, if not for the unspeakable fact of my mother tying me to the bed and putting a chastity cage on me...then the thought of Helen crossed my mind...

"W-well, actually...yeah, a bit..."

Gwen frowned for a blink of a second.

"Good for you" she said, glacially.

A long silence followed.

She kept texting. I kept my eyes down, massaging her as she ignored me. I couldn't tell what was going through her mind.

Then she stood up "Now, as I told you last time..." she lowered the intensity of the room light, lit two candles on the side of the bed and came next to me.

"I want you to be a sweetheart and shoot me some photos for him" she whispered in my ear, her innocent voice irresistible.

"I..."

She took a step back, and took off her dress. She was in full-black lingerie, with a lace semi-transparent bra and corresponding thong. Even her pantyhose had a lace top around her waist, ornate with black flower patterns.

I felt like fainting.

"Let's start" she said. Then she took off her bra.

***

"Let mommy hear your good deeds of the day, dear"

I handed my mom a glass of red wine as she sat at the edge of the sofa. Then I knelt in front of her.

"Yes mommy" I said, watching her dangle her heel, with legs crossed in glamorous nylons "I came home, I took off my u-ugly boy clothes, I went to the ladies' room and cleaned myself thoroughly..."

This must have pleased her, because she let her heel fall. As she did so, I held her sole and kissed it gently, my nostrils filling with her beautiful scent.

"...then I put on my...h-house dress...and I cleaned the bedrooms upstairs..."

"Yes..." she now held her other heel in front of me. I took it off, kissed each of her beautiful toes and then presented her satin boudoir mules, for her to slip into.

"Such an obedient love...now stand up. Time for your inspection"

I stood and, blushing hard, I took the lace rim of my house dress, the name my mom called the pearl silk nightgown she had bought for me. I lifted it, revealing the control tops of my sheer pantyhose, my see-through lace panties and the small bulge of my chastity cage.

I slowly spinned, showing her a 360° view of my humiliation, slightly bending my butt towards her to show the gem-shaped outer end of my plug through the sheer panties.

Right after that, uncomfortable in that standing scrutiny position, I went back on my knees.

"Oh my, oh my..." Grace purred "looks like my baby has stained her panties a lot, today..."

The amount of precum I had leaked throughout the entire day was clearly visible on my panties and nylons.

"Tell me what happened during the day...yes, lick all the way, love, from the sole to the toes, mommy had a looong day in her heels..."

***

"...then she took off her bra and..." I finished telling her about my afternoon with Gwen, as mommy was brushing my hair.

After my welcoming and worshipping in the living room, I was now sitting in front of her big beauty mirror in the master bedroom, with my mom behind me. Ever since she found me masturbating on her bed and locked me in chastity, every night followed the same ritual, with me welcoming her home and us spending the night playing dress-up, as well as other games...

Scared to death at first by her shift in personality, I was being seduced more and more by her unusually warm and motherly manners, day after day. And, it seemed, it was all due to me being locked up.

"She was generous with you, today"

The feeling of the brush on my scalp was incredibly pleasurable, and I shivered as I felt her soft hands caress my head and my neck.

"Perhaps too generous, letting you see so much... But she's your best friend, my love, and she clearly knows what she's doing. It's so heartwarming to hear you two spend more time together without your toxic tendencies. How sweet of her, letting you shoot her goodbye photos for her lover. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Y-yes, mommy"

"Good...I'm so proud of my sweet kid. You deserve Mommy giving you a treat. Would you like to be mommy's doll as she braids your hair?"

Braids are for girls...

Our eyes interlocked through the mirror. I was there, having my long blonde hair brushed while sitting in gown, nylons and panties, shivering with pleasure at my mother's warm attentions. How believable would I be by objecting, given how much I had already accepted? I felt the familiar hot feeling of humiliation rising in my belly and making my Pinky strain in its cage.

"Yes..." I said, lowering my gaze.

"Yes what? And look at me as I talk to you, Chris"

The humiliation invaded my entire body as I looked her in the eyes and said "Yes, mommy, please braid my hair..."

I hated how feminine my whisper sounded.

Then why does it felt so good to say it...?

Mom came closer, and I felt her bosom pushing against my back through her silk vest while she braided my hair.

"Why didn't you show Gwen your cute little panties, love?"

"M-mommy I..."

"Don't you think she would have liked them?"

"I..."

The mere thought of voluntarily showing her my condition made me want to disappear.

"I'm sure she would be proud of how much you love your mommy...as Helen is"

I widened my eyes, once again facing the horrible truth of that day at the office.

"Oh, how you jump to attention every time I mention her! Yes baby, she knows we have a special relationship, and she keeps asking of you"

"Helen...? S-she asks of me?"

"All the time, sweetie. In fact, I was thinking of bringing you to the office more often. The season is very busy, and mommy could use her little helper some of these days...and it would please Helen so much..."

She came closer, hugging me and whispering to my ear "I feel she wants to ask you on a date..."

My head was spinning among all my conflicting emotion; my heart melting as I though of her beautiful smile, her sweet ways, her pretty feet on the office desk...and my stomach dropping in humiliation, thinking of a scenario in which I would have to explain to her what was happening that day, at my mother's feet. A date with Helen...

I pushed on my groin, as my dicklette strained and strained inside its prison.

"Oh, Pinkie Pinkie is hurting, baby? Come to bed, I'll give you lots of love..."

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, admiring the charming braids in my hair, and I followed my mother.

She put her phone on the tripod facing the bed, and started recording, as always.

"Kneel" she said, standing next to the bed. I dropped to my knees and started kissing, caressing, worshipping her long legs, from her feet, to her ankles, to her thighs and her stocking tops. Then, she sensually removed her panties and guided my head to her butt. I licked her perfectly shaved hole, avidly rejoicing in her bittersweet, sweaty, deeply primal scent.

Then she turned and lifted me with no effort, putting me on the bed and getting on top of me. Totally overpowered, I laid there as we kissed passionately, our legs in nylons brushing against each other, producing a heavenly feeling.

"Now, what do you say?"

"May I worship your perfect pussy, mommy?"

She smiled, straddling my face in reverse as she sat on my face. Her pussy became my entire universe. I started lapping and lapping, following the instructions she had taught me in all this time. And then I felt her grabbing my balls.

As during the previous week, she took her sweet time to massage, tease and torture my chastity cage and my balls, tugging at my plug too.

"Yeah, get mommy ready...get mommy all warmed up and wet..." she said, rocking her hips on my face, as she ripped my pantyhose at the crotch, exposing it. She tugged at my cage with one hand, heavily massaging my full, heavy balls with the other one. I squealed under her, and for minutes and minutes this seemed to work her up even more.

Then she slowed down. She reached for the long necklace she was wearing, a long, thin chain ending up with the key to my chastity device.

"You know, sweetie, I was planning on letting you finger your Pinkie in front of my feet, just to ask you to stop before making a piddle, and then locking you up right after..." she said, and I felt a soft pressure and a faint click sound. I trembled at the thought of her forcing me to re-enter the cage without relief.

"But since you can't be obedient with your piddles on your own, there is no point in testing you. Your cage will make you obey anyway"

I was suddenly feeling less and less strain on my dicklette. She was removing my cage!

"And sure, you've complained a lot, but I see you've not tried to break out of it. So, mommy is going to reward her little love"

She unstraddled me, and, with my first breath, I uttered a frantic "T-thank you, thank you mommy"

"Hush, baby, hush...mommy is still hurt by your behaviour of last time, and will always be..." and again she made me look down under her heavy gaze "so I thought of a way to make it up to mommy"

"Yes, please!"