12 comments/ 108985 views/ 19 favorites Released Ch. 01 By: Tveksam As I lay there in my bed with my hard erection in my hand my thoughts went to that night three years ago when I was 18 and my mother was 36. It had been an evening like most evenings and we had eaten a good meal together late as usual when she suggested that we had a drink. It was a Thursday but I was happy to accept her offer (as I said I was 18 years old and as such I drank everything with alcohol in it that I could get my hands on). Besides, the only reason my mother would have of giving me a drink would be something special and as she went into the living room were our drink cabinet was I wondered what she wanted to talk about that was so important that she would drink with me. We never were especially open. She came back with a glass in each hand and gave me one of them and gestured for me to come into the living room with her. I pointed at the dishes but she said that she could do them later and then I knew it was something very important that she wanted to speak about, she was pretty anal about cleaning and all other orderly things in the house. That was probably because she had been alone for so long with me, my father didn't like the thought of a 18 year old mother and he never turned back. Luckily the same tendencies put food on our table as she always seemed to get attractive job offers. Back then she was working as a shrink for some wealthy people, if I remember it correctly, and thus it was a rich period for us even though she worked a lot. At first I sat down on my spot in my armchair but she asked if I could come and sit next to her on our sofa instead. The leather screamed as I sat down at the unfamiliar spot next to my mother. I noticed that her dress had been pulled up as she sat so that I could see her thighs. Her stockings had a pattern above the knees which I hadn't seen before. At the same time I also smelled that she had put on some kind of heavy, aromatic perfume, also unfamiliar to me. She had turned her body towards me and the way she sat exaggerated her cleavage, her arms pressed to the sides of her breasts and I wondered why she did that. I noticed that my mother had already started on her drink and so I followed suit and drank some of mine. It was strong and sweet with some bitter aftertaste and because I didn't care much for the bitter taste I tried to cover it up with another sip. She put her hand mine and lifted it up and placed it on her stocking clad thigh and I could feel her heat coming up from her flesh through the pattern that felt rough under my hand. I opened my mouth to ask her why she had put my hand there but I was tongue tied and couldn't say anything. Awkwardly I felt an erection in my pants but I tried to dismiss it as a consequence of the alcohol and my mother's strange behavior and I drank several more sips of my drink, waiting for my mother to start talking. After a long time I wondered if she would say anything at all and I started to feel tired and tried to stand up but I couldn't. My mother moved closer to me and held my hand in place on her thigh so that it wouldn't move with one hand and when she had shifted she placed her other on my upper thigh, close to my erection. I started to panic. What if my mother would feel my erection, my cock, against her hand? Dizziness came over me and the room spun around me and I didn't know if I would vomit or just sit there and let it happen. When she dragged my hand on her thigh higher up, over the patterned stocking to her naked flesh, I looked her in the eyes, seeking some kind of forgiveness for the situation, I guess. But the only thing I saw in her eyes was the thing I had seen in my girlfriend's eyes the first time she fell onto her knees in front of me and gave me my first blowjob. Therefore I looked away and once again tried to stand up, this time with the help of my hands, but my hands were limp and I just sank deeper and the heat of her hand on my thigh was just below my erection and I knew that she had to feel my jeans stretch above her hand. The hand that I had on her thigh felt warmer still and I thought that I could feel her tremble under my touch. At the same moment that her hand reached my erection I lost my consciousness and felt myself fall into a red, fleshy warmth. My last impression was her hand stroking my erection with slow and hard strokes. Headache was the first thing that I felt when I returned from unconsciousness, the second thing was the thing that pried my jaws open and the last thing that I discovered first was my hands stretched above my head and I felt rope around my wrists. I was in our basement, I could see our washing machine with the laundry beside it, and the clotheslines were just a few meters away from my face. My clothes from yesterday were with the laundry and suddenly I felt that I was naked even if the basement was warm enough so that I didn't freeze. As I looked above my head I saw a hook in the roof that held the rope that tied my arms. As I looked down I saw that my feet had been secured by leather straps to an iron bar that was in its turn secured to the floor. This wasn't spontaneous, I thought. The concrete roof, the concrete floor, took some serious drilling to put hooks in and the rope and the iron bar and the leather straps were not common in an ordinary store. Quickly I looked around for some other signs that this wasn't a thing that had just sprung into the head of my mother but was something that she had planned for some time. Because that would scare the crap out of me, I knew. And I saw the thing that I had been looking for, or at least I thought so. On the floor was a big, black sport bag that seemed to be full. The only thing that I saw of the things inside was the rest of the rope and a broken package with a picture of a ball gag on it, with nothing inside. At first I didn't get it, it was too farfetched but eventually I couldn't pretend otherwise and I accepted what I saw and now when I knew what to search for the tip of my tongue felt a rubber surface and soon the taste of it made me nauseous. The picture of a ball gag, with a black leather strap attached to a big, red rubber ball made it easy for me to imagine how it would look like in my mouth. I began to shake and I think I cried even if I'm not sure. At least I'm sure that I had an erection, I would never forget that. As I tried to fight all my troubled emotions I shook in my bondage and saliva ran between my lips and the rubber ball before I heard someone go down the stairs to the basement. The sound of my mother's high heels echoed in the small space before I laid my eyes on her. She was dressed in the black suit with the airy costume pants that she usually wore to the office and some logical part of my mind wondered if she was on her way or had just returned. I guessed that she was on her way but only because that was usually the case when I woke up. Desperately I tried to look her in the eyes but she never even looked at my face after she had checked that the ball gag was still in place and I made a questioning noice that sounded muffled through the rubber ball. That at last made her look at me and I saw the same stare that I remembered from yesterday, that horny look, but I also saw something cruel in her eyes. Her lips formed into a red smile and she walked slowly towards me with exaggerated hip movements and when she was close enough to touch her hand reached out to my breast and slid down my stomach to rest on the tip of my cock and slowly she circled the shaft with her hand and pulled back the foreskin. "My, that is a surprise." She started to stroke my cock with hard motions and I moaned even though I tried not to. When precum came she stopped and dipped one of her fingers in the fluid and put it in her mouth, and she seemed to enjoy the taste immensely. After the taste she walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and her mouth so close to my ear that I could feel them and a shudder went down my body. "When I come back from work I will start, until then you will hang here. But..." She let go of me and walked to the sport bag and bend over at the waist and put her hands in the bag and pulled out a black rubber cone similar to a dildo and I realized that it was a butt plug. She also produced a small bottle and she poured a liquid from the bottle onto the plug and walked behind me once more. "I will not leave you alone like this." And I felt the small butt plug press against my ass and even though I couldn't relax she pressed it in and it hurt so much that I screamed a little but she only chuckled and with a clicking sound she activated a vibrator in the butt plug and I felt my cock grow harder immediately. My mother didn't miss this and she kissed me on my cheek next to the rubber ball and looked into my eyes with that same intense look before she walked to the stairs again. Before she left she shut off the light and when she had come to the top of the stairs I heard her shut the door behind her and I was left in the dark with the constant humming from my ass and the vibrations against my g-spot. For a moment I shouted after her but when I heard my own muffled sounds I stopped and tried not to think about the butt plug. That turned out to be impossible and for several hours I just hang there, accustoming myself to the feelings that I feared was the start of so much more. Precum leaked from my cock onto the concrete floor. One thing that my mother was not, I noticed after maybe three hours, was a scout and the rope around my wrists was tied with crude knots that were bad for the purpose. Now, I wasn't a scout myself but my only goal was to break free from the rope, just one hand would do to set me free, and I started to wriggle both of my hands, stretching myself so far up that I could loosen the rope a little. Soon I started to feel something that I could work with and after an hour of excruciatingly slow work I released one of my hands and when that was done I set my other hand free and when that was done it was easy to free my legs. At first I fell down on my knees, one of them landing in the cool stain of my precum. Even a short time in the upright position had made me unsteady and my arms were sore from being lifted so long. When I had worked the tingles out of my arms I reached behind me and pulled out the butt plug and threw it in a corner before I unbuckled the ball gag and let it fall on the sport bag. After that I didn't stay any longer in the house than it took me to dress from the laundry in front of me and I took the bus into town to settle down and think. I wondered if I should call the police, but I wouldn't know what to say to them. So I just ate some breakfast and tried to handle the situation as best I could. It was evening when I at last ventured home again only to see that my mother's car was still away and the windows of the house still dark. But I noticed that someone had been in the house, the postage had been put on its usual resting place on the kitchen table and some other things were just a bit moved. I listened before I dared to say anything at all. "Mom?" It was barely a whisper but I couldn't say it any louder. Nobody answered my feeble cry but I knew that no one was home anyway. That was when I saw the note beside the postage on the kitchen table and when I looked closer I saw that it was to me in my mother's handwriting. It was impersonally written and she simply stated that she would move into a mental institution for the time being but that she had left some money to take me through school and to further education if that was what I wanted. There was no "I am sorry" or anything and I threw away the note which glided on the air to land on the table once more. As if it was some kind of starting signal I started to walk fast when it landed and I walked to the basement door and after a short pause I opened the door and went down the stairs only to find that everything strange was gone once more, even if the hook and the modifications in the concrete were still there. The laundry was still there too. As I went up to my room I passed my mother's and I saw that she had emptied some of her drawers and only left those clothes that she didn't like. In my room I found the butt plug on my bed and I stood still for a long time, just looking at the black thing. My mother must have cleaned it before she put it there. Eventually I picked it up and put it in my nightstand drawer, away from sight. The butt plug did not stay there for very long and just some weeks after my mother's disappearance I made a habit of masturbating with the vibrating butt plug up my ass but it was only much later that I accepted that I did this thinking of what my mother had tried to do with me, and partially succeeded to do. After that I became obsessed with the thought of what would have happened if I hadn't gotten out of the ropes that day and I never had any other sexual fantasy after that. Two years passed slowly with the uncertainty of my mother hanging above me whatever I did, with a forbidden erection just a memory away. At last I started to look up BDSM sites to find out what she could have had in that bag that she had taken with her, and I wondered long and hard about the horrible treasures in it. I came harder than I had come in a long time the night after I had gotten news from my mother that she would be released from the mental institution the very next week, the butt plug vibrating nicely in my ass. Released Ch. 02 A week is a short time and as the time passed I grew more and more frightened. I had imagined many things and they all swamped my mind as I felt my cock in my hand every moment I could spare. The butt plug had almost made a permanent home in my ass and I don't really think I had nothing less than a half erection that entire time. Precum was constantly reminding me of that I didn't really have any control over what was to come. I almost decided to flee from her, my mother, but I stayed the time and waited like a wreck. And when more than a week passed everything slipped into the Twilight Zone. There I felt uncomfortable and couldn't relate to anything. Eventually, after I had gone out shopping groceries, I found another note on the same place as the last one. Before I read it I looked around to see if she was there, ready to spring on me. In my terrified condition I almost came at once. But no one was there and I went to the table and lifted the paper to my eyes. Under it sat a small plastic zipper bag with one, single pill in it. "Dear son, I have decided to return but probably not in the way that you first imagined it. I know what you have done, I had my ways and I appreciated your efforts even if they were crude and sad. But enough time has passed for you, if you aren't ready now you'll never be, my boy. So I give you a choice. The pill on the table will render you unconscious and if you want to experience it all, feel all my cruel gifts that I will grant you as your Mistress you will swallow it and when you wake up you will never get loose again. Or maybe you thought that you got out of your own might that day? Poor baby, but you would have been even worse off had you not escaped. That would have been pathetic. So now, my pet and son, choose or just obey: Swallow." Like I was some kind of animal I reached into my pants and started to stroke my cock when I read the letter, and I read it a few more times till I came on it, leaving it spattered and hard to read. She was right, I knew. I had no choice because she had made it so... Mother, my Mistress? Yes, she had been that all the time. I just hadn't known it for what it was before. And thus I swallowed and soon fell into her blackness and my fate was sealed. Of course I would regret it eventually and that was constantly on my mind. But sometimes we can't help ourselves and no one else will do it for us. I was on my back on a soft surface, a bed probably. But I couldn't see because of a cloth covering my eyes. I was naked and once again the taste of rubber was in my mouth when I woke up, but this time it was different. It was longer into my mouth, making it almost impossible to move my tongue. I feared that I would choke, but it never happened. Noise came to me, the clicking of heels on a concrete floor. Had she moved my body to the same basement again? She must have done so. I moved my hands and felt links and chains around my wrists and the same metal held my feet. My limbs were stretched tight and I couldn't move them. The clicking feet came closer and I felt a smell I had recognized since I suckled her breasts but now meant so much more that motherly compassion and love to me. My cock tried to get harder but already it was bursting with blood and tension. When the sound was so close that I thought that they would step on my flesh, a thought that brought strange feelings to me, they stopped and I heard flesh bend down and eventually I felt a latex clad hand rest on my chest. A strange pull came through the rubber into my mouth as if it was part of something that I couldn't see. "Pet... Mmmm, I have not said it aloud before now but I like how it sounds on my tongue," she said and the hand that was on my chest started to slide down to my cock and circled the root in a firm grip. "You are my pet and my flesh. And you are my pleasure in whatever way I decide." Suddenly the black vanished from my eyes and when I could see clearly I saw her kneeling by my side, naked and beautiful like a devil with buckled, black leather boots on her legs up to her knees and black latex gloves that went up to her biceps on both of her arms. Her long hair was in a simple ponytail and on her nose sat a pair of elegant glasses. Now she looked into my eyes and I couldn't see any hesitation or weakness. I cried when I saw her after so many years and she smiled that same red smile down at me and once again touched the thing in my mouth. It was a face dildo that stood up a long way from my face and was held securely around my head with tight leather straps. The surface looked hard, black and had veins and artistically wrought details over its surface so that it looked almost like a real cock. The only difference was that it wouldn't bend as much. She stroked it with her left hand and meanwhile her right one started to stroke my own, smaller cock in the same speed. At first she just stroked the shaft on both but then she moved her right hand up to the tip and squeezed the sensitive surface and moved her hand up and down. Because of her latex glove the friction was painful for me even though the precum made it a little easier. Still I cried through the rubber in my mouth and my mother smiled down at me and continued while she increased both her pressure and her speed. But this she only did with her right hand and the other let go of the face dildo and instead she moved her face close to it and started to lick and suck on it just as if it had been a real cock. Her red lips were sometimes close enough that I could feel her next to my face as she concentrated on taking the thing deep into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and did not look into mine as I stared bewitched up at her. In spite of the pain I almost came from the sight and sensation but then she stopped both of her activities and stood up. A small moan came through from my side, both from the sudden stop and from a fear that she would leave just as she had done before. A string of saliva from the dildo moved down its length and landed on my face. The wet warmth of it almost burned me. "Don't worry, dear," she said, "I won't leave you like last time." She moved so that her boot clad legs were on both sides of me, her face looking down at me with a mocking smile. The way she stared made it easy to believe that she looked upon an object with no real importance. She stood right above my cock and I thought that she would lower herself onto it but then she moved forward and slowly, so that I could see the entire process, she lowered herself onto the prepared face dildo and gradually sank down its length until I could feel her flesh on my face and her smell in my nose. With her hands she gripped my hair in a hard grip and started to fuck herself on the cock sticking up from my face with long, even strokes. Every time she sat fully down on the length I felt as if I couldn't breathe and she stayed down long enough for me to panic a little bit each time. Juice from her pussy flowed down into my face and her rich moans flowed into my ears. She didn't make it quick but after a long time she climaxed and fell down over my face letting go of my hair to stabilize her on the floor. As she did so she covered my nose completely and her musky smell flowed into my nose so I couldn't get any air into my lungs and I started to move as I tried to breathe but it was useless and I screamed in desperation from under her. But this only brought more pleased sounds from her throat. "You should know how good your vibrations feel inside me, pet," she hummed. "It's like nothing I've never felt. The closest thing would be a vibrating dildo but that doesn't even come close..." She tried to say this with a calm voice but in the end she only let out a sound like an animal. "A small reward may be in place," she said and straightened herself again, letting me get a lung full with desperate sounds. I looked up the entire length of my Mistress to see her face but she wasn't looking down at me and I only saw her perfect, round breasts and I hoped that she would want me to suck on them for her pleasure eventually. She turned around, without rising from my face, and I could see her ass just centimetres from my eyes and nose and even that smell turned me on. Like a panther she moved her latex clad hands slowly down my body, gripping it almost painfully with each step, before they reached my thighs and dug themselves in hard to keep them steady. She kept moving her pussy on the face dildo in small motions as she did this with small moans from her mouth. But they stopped as I felt her humming lips reach my desperate cock and give the tip a single wet kiss. I feared that was it but she was so good for me and soon I felt her tongue go up from the root to the tip in long, slow motions as if she were a cat licking cream from it. Small sounds of satisfaction came from her mouth and I moaned loudly and she answered me and it seemed to me like my noises moved like only so much vibration through her. Once again she stopped and moved her pussy a few pounding times on my face, positioning herself a little straighter in the back so that her ass cheeks enveloped me every time she sat down again. She made herself come a little faster this time. But she was not done with my cock yet and when she bend down to it again I felt her warm mouth swallow it whole and she settled on a rhythm were one of her hands massaged the base while her mouth and tongue enjoyed the tip. She was so good and I was just about to come again when she stopped yet again. This time she stood up from my face, leaving the wet surface of the dildo before my eyes. She walked slowly away from my sight and rummaged around in something until I heard a metallic sound. When she came back she held a tube made of two rings with parallel lines of thin bars of steel from one ring to the other. As she came closer to me she opened it along its length by releasing and removing one of the bars, and I saw it swing open on hinges in her hands. One of her boot clad feet pressed roughly into my cock and balls as she did this and I cried in pleasure and pain. "I had this made for you, slave," she said eventually and kneeled down between my legs. She put the metal tube around my cock so that it went from the base of it to beneath the tip, leaving it free. It wasn't tight enough to make me smaller but instead I felt myself get harder as the thing prevented blood to flow back from my cock. Because of this I grew a little bit more and my flesh went between the small bars so that it was interlaced metal and flesh all the way round. It hurt and I stared at her with begging eyes but she ignored everything about me except my cock and didn't leave me to think on that particularly pain for very long. Instead started to suck hard on my bursting cock again, taking deep breaths once and again only to continue once more. Between the sucking she stroked my cock forcefully with both of her latex clad hands and so between intense pain and pleasure I came so fast for her and she swallowed everything that my cock released. Exhausted I closed my eyes, ready for a rest from this hellish form of paradise. But my mother, my Mistress, never stopped sucking and I realized that the thing on my cock didn't let me get soft. "I have not seen you come nearly enough yet, pet," she said in one of her pauses. Released Ch. 03 Eventually I couldn't come anymore, no matter what she did with my cock. I just felt pain throb through its flaccid form however she touched me. But she kept at it for a while after that with a smile on her face. After that she unlocked my cock cage and stood up and stretched her beautiful sweaty body above me. I was also covered in sweat and my muscles burned from when I had tried to get free from the bonds. My wrists and ankles hurt were the shackles had cut into the skin. "I loved it when you decided you couldn't take it anymore and tried to break free," my mother said softly while she walked around me and stopped at my head. "I know that you want to break free from this, otherwise I wouldn't have to tie you down. That bodes very well, pet. But now I am quite sleepy." With that she bent down and unbuckled the face dildo and pulled it out of my mouth. My jaws and throat ached. "Please, mom...," I tried to beg but I couldn't speak clearly so soon after the dildo and she just looked at me as if I was some kind of animal, stroking her body with her black latex hands as she stared. "Did I give you permission to speak, pet?" she asked. "If that's what you tried to do?" She lifted her left leg and placed the rough boot over my mouth and pressed down. My strength was completely gone and I only managed to cry a little more through sore eyes. "Lick it!" she ordered and my tongue slipped out like a tired snake and felt the dirt under her boot. "You are useless, slave." Then she lifted her boot off me again. "Open your mouth!" she said and I obeyed instinctively even though my mouth was stiff. "You must be thirsty, my dear." She crouched beside me and cupped my head in her hands and she opened her red lips and released a stream of saliva that landed on my lips were I sucked it up. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was before this and when she spat once more into my mouth I eagerly licked up everything with my dry tongue and longed for more. When she saw how willing I was she smiled warmly and stroked my neck and cheek. She started to move her tongue inside her mouth to produce more saliva and when she had enough she spit inside my mouth for a third time. "To bad I don't need to go to the restroom, slave," she said and cleaned her face from traces of saliva. She started to release me from some of the chains, the ones that tied me to the floor, and I tried to flex my legs and my arms a little only to find that my movements were still very limited. From her magic, black bag of wonders she produced a sturdy collar of black leather and a thin chain. She put the collar around my throat and secured it tightly. Then she hooked the chain in place and pulled me with all her strength. Apparently the chain was more solid than it looked. "Up!" she commanded and I did my best to move but my muscles were useless and the chains were limiting and the best I could do was wriggle like a worm in my own sweat. "Please... It hurts, mom...," I pleaded. She kicked me in the balls and I screamed. "I will not tell you again," she said. "If you speak without permission one more time I will fuck you with my biggest strap-on here and now! And I have not taught you how to enjoy even my smallest one yet. Understood?" She pressed her foot down into my balls to remind me. "Yes...," I whimpered. She stepped harder into my balls and I cringed. "Yes, what?" she asked. "Yes, mom," I said but then she pressed down even harder. "Mistress! Ah! Mistress, please..." Then she lifted her foot. "Good boy," she said and started to pull me yet again. My limbs had regained enough of their function. That, together with my fear of more pain, drove me closer to her as I crawled over the hard concrete with a jingle of chains with every movement. She was so close to me that I could almost touch her legs with my face and I tried to put out my tongue and taste her but I couldn't. As I looked up at her ass and lower back and saw her muscles shift rhythmically under her skin I felt my spent cock achingly trying to get hard again. I let out a little whimper which brought a chuckle from her throat. Without letting me rest we moved up to our house proper and eventually we came into her bed room where I saw a leather and metal thing bolted to the leg end of her bed that I had never seen before. It looked large enough to hold a person in place with the just head over the bed sheaths. I stopped and she let the chain slip through her fingers until she came to sit on the end of the bed with her legs crossed. The leaned forward and yanked the chain with small, playful motions. A smile danced across her face. "As I said," she said, "I am sleepy but I don't want you to rest just yet, my pet." She pulled me with more force and I crawled to her and she petted my head with her free hand and scratched me behind the ear as if I were a dog. I looked up at her with pleading eyes but she only nodded her head. She placed her legs on either side of the thing and positioned me right between them. First I thought that she would let me lick her pussy, something that caused my cock to grow even harder in its well-meaning way. She noticed this and pressed her boot against it, stroking it softly. But instead of letting me worship her like I craved she gripped me and bent me in order to clasp me securely to these new forms of bondage. When she was done my head was looked tightly in place and stared right into her pussy. I was so close I could feel her smell and I licked my thirsty lips. My arms were firmly locked tight to my body but my legs were free under the bed, something that made the position quite bearable even though I couldn't move my upper body or head at all. After this she moved away from me but came back with a black hood of black leather which she placed over my head. It covered the entire face, except for the mouth. I had never liked the thought of being blind and I trembled in anxiety. But she caressed my head as if to comfort me in my strange position. "Don't be afraid, little one," she said and put the latex covered fingers of one hand into my mouth and pressed them so deep that I gagged. She pumped her fingers back and forth and at the same time she comforted me with meaningless words. Every time she made me gag I didn't think that she could push her latex fingers further down without making me throw up but that she did, again and again, and I cried behind my mask. Eventually she stopped and I breathed in large gulps of air. In the meantime I heard my mother move around and a long, leathery pull told me that that had taken off her boots. Then the bed shifted under my head and I knew she had lain down on it. "Leather always makes me so sweaty," she said from the other end of the bed. "Clean me." With that I felt her feet press into my mouth and fill it with the salty and leathery taste of her sweat. I didn't like the taste but I couldn't avoid the feet and when she noticed that I didn't lick them to her heart's content she forced her toes into my mouth back and forth as if she fucked me with them. Soon I learned not to resist her advances and let her use my serving mouth and tongue to her satisfaction. She dragged her wet feet against my mask covered face once in a while and I felt her exploring limbs through the thick material. I licked everything that came close enough to my mouth and I lost my sense of time. In the end her feet stopped moving and I suspected that she had gone to sleep. But as she had one foot close enough with her toes just in range of my gripping and sucking tongue I continued, afraid what she might do with me if I stopped. Eventually I fell asleep but during the night I awoke several times as her feet reached my face and then I licked them desperately. Most of the time she didn't make any sound but just once in a while she moaned in pleasure and I knew she was awake. Then I was afraid but nothing worse happened.