Soon Cynthia had to leave and as she hugged me goodbye she whispered in my ear that she was ‘looking forward to seeing me again soon.’ My cock got hard again.
Soon it was time to go to dinner and I was dressed in my best black suit with a crisp white open necked shirt and shiny black shoes. I felt presentable.
Mother came down in a tight black low cut cocktail dress with black stockings and shiny black high heels.
The taxi was on time and we made small talk on the way to the restaurant.
We sat at the table drinking wine and chatting about my future. We both agreed that I would probably benefit from completing my education in town before deciding what to do next.
My mind was distracted when I watched my mother suck the butter from her asparagus tips. My cock didn’t seem at all distracted.
Our main course was excellent and the well cooked steaks left no room for pudding other than the cheese course. Mother ordered the cheese with honey.
A large plate of several types of cheese was put between us and we each received a small bowl of honey to dip our cheese of choice into. It was extraordinarily delicious.
At one stage honey dripped onto Mother’s cleavage but she just left it and said seductively that she would let me lick it off later that night.
The drive back in the taxi was again a quiet affair. Both of us were deep in thought as I wondered what my mother would do to me or have me do to her that night. When we got in the house she turned and said, ‘Follow me!’
I followed her up to her bedroom which was bathed in a soft amber glow from well placed lamps and once inside she ordered me to strip.
When I was naked she said,’Good boy, now stand here in front of the bed.’
She then proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and secured them to the iron bedstead with silk scarves. She forced my legs apart and tied those to the wrought iron bed structure. I felt extremely vulnerable.
‘Let’s talk about your future in this house shall we? You will only answer Yes Mummy or No Mummy. Do you understand?’
I stammered out a ‘Yes Mummy.’
‘I know you are submissive Henry. I knew it before you went away. I know why you came home. You want to be used by me. Don’t you?’
I just looked at the carpet. She was right. I did want to be used by her, for her to dominate me and take out her sexual pleasure on me. I had always wanted it although I had wanted to get away and try to break her spell on me but I couldn’t.
‘Well? Mummy’s waiting!’
I whispered, ‘Yes Mummy.’
‘Louder Henry. Mummy wants to hear you say it!’
‘Yes Mummy,’ I said louder.
‘Good boy!’
She walked over to a set of drawers and took out a small flogger which she laid on the bed. Then she stood in front of me and reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her black dress. Letting it slide to the floor she stepped out of it and threw it onto a nearby chair. She stood before me wearing only a black satin girdle, black silk stockings and her black high heels. Her naked sex glistening with her juices.
‘Tonight I’m going to make you mine Henry! I’m going to give you what you desire and in the coming weeks I’ll give you things you’ve never even thought about but you will crave then for evermore.’