Sierra gave her son a playful and powerful wince, knowing that this ultimatum was the just beginning of Sierra dominating and emasculating her son. “Okay,” Sierra said with a laugh. “Suit yourself. Why don’t you go start mommy’s breakfast then? I’ll be down once I put on my face and get dressed.”
To which Shaun replied, “Yes ma’am,” before heading to his mother’s bedroom door to leave.
As he departed, he noticed her reach for something out of her bathrobe pocket. It was none other than the keys to his cock cage he kept an eye out for. Before her son left her bedroom, Sierra gave her son one last task: “Oh, and don’t let me forget that we need to take a trip to the jewelry store so you can help me pick out a nice chain I can keep your keys on. These ones are special to me, so I’m not going to add them to the one I use for all my online subs. M’kay son?” she asked rhetorically with a grinning wince.
To which Shaun nervously replied, “Yes- Yes ma’am…” before heading downstairs to start his mother’s breakfast.
As Shaun prepared some scrambled eggs for his mother, Stella entered the kitchen to find her brother preparing breakfast. “What the hell? You’re cooking now too?” she laughed.
Shaun wasn’t even thinking when he answered, “For mom, yeah.”
Stella scoffed, offended that her brother hadn’t prepared enough for her. “And what? You just decided to skip me then?”
Shaun realized his slip-up upon his sister’s offense. He quickly turned his tone around and offered the same for her. “I… I can make you some too if you’d like,” he said before nearly calling his older sister, “ma-[‘am],” out of a newly forming habit.
“That’s what I thought,” Stella replied playfully.
Shaun commenced with adding some more eggs to the scramble for his sister as she took a seat at the kitchen island.
“So what’s this all about then?” Stella asked curiously. “I call bullshit that you just want to help out more because you’re unemployed. You trying to kiss mom’s ass to borrow money or something?”
Shaun really hoped his sister wouldn’t pry into his situation more than she already had. He wasn’t sure how well he could keep his humiliating cock-locked situation hidden. “No- No it’s not that… I-”
Thankfully, Shaun’s mother cut off his response that wasn’t planned out to begin with. “Shaun honey?” Sierra called from upstairs. “Would you mind ironing mommy’s blazer for her?”
To which Shaun nearly responded with a, “Yes ma-[‘am],” in front of his sister, shifting into “Yes mom,” before it was too late.
“Thanks sweetie,” Sierra hollered from upstairs. “I’ll be down for my breakfast in a minute.”
Shaun plated up his mother and sister’s breakfast and poured them both some coffee just as his mother entered the kitchen.
“Smells wonderful sweetie,” Sierra smiled as she took a seat next to her daughter. “I bet the smell of eggs is quite the relief for you, isn’t it son?” Sierra laughed, alluding to the stench of her high heel tied to her son’s face the night prior.
Shaun blushed red and hoped she wouldn’t elaborate. Unfortunately, his sister Stella asked, “Why?” confused and mildly weirded out.
Sierra gave her son a playful smiling glare knowing damn well the power she held over him- not only in that moment alone- but at all times now so long as she kept him locked in chastity. Still, Sierra decided to keep her promise for now while her son was adjusting to the new role she was shaping for him to fill in their home under her lock and key, and replied, “Oh, it’s nothing,” so simply put, yet no clarity or resolution to her daughter’s curiosity.
Shaun gave a poorly faked laugh and hurried out of the room. “I’ll take care of ironing that thing for you mom,” he said without looking back.
With Stella and her mother now alone without her brother in the room, Stella asked, “What’s up with him lately?”
Sierra struggled to hold back her smirk. “What do you mean?”
“Shaun’s been brown-nosing you the past couple days,” Stella accused. “Rubbing your feet, shining your shoes, cooking you breakfast, ironing your clothes… What’s his deal?!”
Sierra swallowed a bite of her breakfast and dabbed her mouth with a napkin before answering. “I’m not sure. Maybe he’s got something to hide,” she said with a shrug. “Either way, I’m his momma. I’ll find out what it is eventually. For now, I’m just gonna enjoy the ass-kissing until I find out what he did wrong. I can always get this treatment from him as a punishment for whatever it is he did that has him rubbing my feet all night and keeping my shoes clean for me,” she said with a laugh. “But I won’t stop you from finding out what he’s hiding for me if you’re that curious.”
As the two women ate their breakfast, Stella thought deeply back on anything her little brother might’ve done that would warrant him waiting on his mother hand and foot like he has been. She left for class after clearing her plate, getting stopped by her mother before she put it in the dishwasher. “Leave it in the sink,” Sierra insisted with the wave of her hand. “I’ll have your brother take care of it,” she scoffed before saying goodbye.
“Done!” Shaun said as he entered the kitchen with his mother’s freshly ironed blazer in hand.
“Good boy son,” Sierra smiled as she held out an arm for her son to slide her blazer onto her. “Come come. Put mommy’s jacket onto then go fetch my heels so mommy can get the last one all strapped up to your face for the day.”
“Yes ma’am,” Shaun obliged as he slide his mother’s blazer onto her before hurrying to fetch the high heels he was tasked with cleaning the night before.
With her heels in hand, Sierra gazed into them both and wondered, “Do you remember which shoe mommy had tied to your face last night son? The right or the left?”
Shaun honestly wasn’t sure. “I… I don’t know…”
“No?” Sierra said with a smirk. “Then how about you sniff mommy’s shoes for her and tell me which one mommy needs to strap to your face for today. Hm? It’ll be like an eye exam! For your nose!” Sierra laughed.
Shaun’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment as he gave his usual, “Yes- Yes ma’am,” and begrudgingly stepped over to his mother holding her shoes in her hands.
“Excellent!” Sierra cheered. “Don’t let mommy down son. Make sure you pick mommy’s smelliest shoe so you can make sure to filter all of mommy’s foot funk out of it. If you’re wrong, or worse, if you lie to mommy to try and weasel your way out of sniffing mommy’s shoe all day, mommy’s going to keep that dicklet of yours locked up even longer,” Sierra sung with an evil laugh.
Suddenly, this little game dropped a heavier weight onto Shaun’s shoulders.
She held up the first shoe to her son’s face. “Okay son. Here’s the first shoe. Gimme a nice big sniff to make sure you get the full extent of mommy’s shoe smell. Make sure you get a good accurate lungful of that smell to make sure you pick the right shoe. You wouldn’t want mommy to keep you locked in chastity longer and longer if you let me down, would you?” Sierra giggled.
Shaun approached his mother’s shoe, closed his eyes, and very hesitantly buried his face into his mother’s high heel she held up to his face to take in a deep hearty sniff.
“That’s shoe number one,” Sierra said with a smile. “Now…” She then swapped the shoe covering her son’s face in a swift smooth motion. “Shoe number two. Take a deep breath now. Remember what’s at stake if you’re wrong,” Sierra said with a demented chuckle.
There was no contest. This second shoe was smellier than the first. But the foul stench caused Shaun to hesitate in answering his mother.
“So,” Sierra said, still holding her foul high heel to her son’s face. “What do you think? You wanna smell the first one again for mommy?”
“No- No thank you,” Shaun replied. “It’s this one,” he said with a cough.
“You sure?” Sierra sung with a demeaning giggle. “I told you, mommy’s going to keep you locked up even longer if you’re wrong. Even longer if you lie to me son. You’re positive this is the shoe you want mommy to strap to your face?”
Her use of the word ‘want’ was wholly inaccurate to Shaun, but he knew not to question his mother so long as she held the keys to her son’s chastity cage. “Yes-” Shaun had to stop to cough. “Yes ma’am.”
“Okay,” Sierra said, playfully unsure in her tone as she giggled. “If you’re positive.”
With that, Sierra pulled out the same ribbon she used the night before from her pocket and tied her smelly high heel to her son’s face for him to breathe in while he went about his chores she tasked him with.
“There,” Sierra said as she tugged the knot tighter to ensure her high heel stayed strapped to her son’s face. “Now, you can take it off when it comes time for you to clean a pair of mommy’s shoes from her closet. Work on that time today son. Try to lick mommy’s shoes clean faster and faster so you don’t miss any of your other chores. I don’t want to come home to find you with your nose in my shoes after work. I want you on your knees at the front door waiting for mommy.”
Shaun could already feel his eyes burning from the stench of his mother’s stiletto tied to his face. Dizzy from the odor, Shaun replied, “Yes- Yes ma’am…”
“And if that shoe of mine isn’t sniffed clean before I get home, mommy’s going to take you out clothes shopping for a cute new little uniform to doll you up in as mommy’s sissy little French maid,” Sierra giggled, honestly hoping for the chance to put her son through such humiliation. “Along with the new chain you’ll help mommy pick out to keep your chastity keys on,” she added before standing to get ready to leave.
That’s when Shaun realized: the chain… his keys… The last place he saw his mother leave them was on her vanity. If she didn’t have a chain to house his chastity keys on yet, Shaun hoped there was a chance that his mother might have left them on her vanity.
“Now, come come,” Sierra said with two snaps to order her son to follow her into the foyer. “Mommy needs you to put her shoes on her for today and to carry my things out to the car.”
To which Shaun replied, “Yes ma’am,” with a cough in her fetid stale high heel.
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