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His mother arrived back late from her trip out, she immediately went up to change then sat down in the dining room for her dinner which he served out to her, giving her, her usual glass of wine to go with it. Oddly she placed an unlabelled bottle of pills on the table beside her. He wanted to ask her where she had been and what she had done, who she had met even, desperate for some news from outside the house, but she only made small talk. Instead she asked him what he had been doing all afternoon, if he had done the washing and ironing, had he done all his chores. He had and told her so. She only nodded at his reply, it was what she expected. Her phone buzzed on the table at her side and she looked down at the text tapping her reply to it. William sat in his apron and clinging hot pants, quietly eating his food as she carried on her text conversation with someone. He wished that he had the courage to ask her who she was chatting to but he knew what her response would be so he carried on quietly. Finishing his meal, he sat for a while contemplating the events of that morning until he became aware that she too had finished and was now taking one of the pills out of the bottle. She proceeded to swallow it before texting once again then she looked across at him. He blushed at being caught looking at her and stuttering slightly he asked her if it was ok to clear the table. Again, this was nothing new, it was something he always did after their meals. "After you've finished clearing away and washing up, come into the conservatory William." She got up from the table as she spoke and with her phone in her hand she went through into that room. When he had finished cleaning up the kitchen he went through to the conservatory as she had told him. "Yes Mum," he said. "I promised you that I'd look for some new tee shirts for you, to go with your gorgeous new shorts and as you've been so good today, I looked in Primark to see if I could find some. I was lucky I found just the right things and they were such good value, I bought 6 different ones." She handed him the Primark brown paper carrier bag. "Now, I want you to give your mother a fashion show and let me see how they look." William blushed, he could feel himself cringe inside, he hardly dared to look in the bag, he had an impending feeling of doom, he had a terrible suspicion that they would be awful. "Well? Aren't you going to thank me?" Her voice was sharp. "Yes, sorry, yes, thank you Mum." The words almost stuck in his throat. There were 3 cellophane packets in the bag, each, as the label said, containing 2 tops, size 12 and through the cellophane he could see that they were all again, primarily pale pastel colours. With a heavy heart William opened the top packet and lifted the first one out. It was a pale yellow colour with little red flowers and tiny green leaves printed all over it. He shook it out and saw that the neck was a scalloped vee with matching scalloped hems to the little capped sleeves and to the bottom. "Come on, try it on, let's see if it fits you." She almost seemed excited. William undid his apron and slipped it off over his head, then feeling quite embarrassed he pulled his knotted tee shirt off too, leaving him standing there in the skin tight Ivory hot pants. He was a fair young man with little body hair and what little he had was gossamer blond, this embarrassed him at the best of times, but revealing himself like this in front of his mother, specially whilst wearing those clinging hot pants, embarrassed him greatly. He grabbed the tee shirt and pulled it on hurriedly, quick to cover himself up. The tee shirt just came to the waistband of his shorts. It fitted, but they were obviously girls tee shirts their feminine cut giving shape to his lean body. He hated them, what was she trying to do to him. "That looks just right, it fits you perfectly, I was right with my guess of your size, now try the next packet, hurry up, quick about it." William roughly took the tee shirt off, noticing that the other shirt from the first packet was light pink with some sort of little red motifs over it, he moved them both to one side intent on getting it over with quickly and picked up the next packet. The colours were plain this time and the package seemed to be noticeably lighter. He opened it and pulled one out, it was pale green in colour, this time it was sleeveless, but in his hurry to get things over and done with he was pulling it over his head without thinking. When he had it on, he suddenly realised he couldn't pull it right down, it was weird, uncomfortable. "Stop pulling at it you idiot," she snapped. William stopped then, unable to believe what he was wearing. It was a crop top only covering his chest, his entire tummy bare and visible, enhancing the appearance of his shorts. That was the last straw, it was a girl's top, he wasn't going to wear it. "I'm not going to wear this Mum, it's a girls top, a crop top, I can't wear it." He paused a second looking at her, seeing the changes in her expression. "It's, it's a girls top mum." He hesitated to say the words. At first she looked angry, but then the tears started, "I try my best to buy you lovely things and you don't care, you're so ungrateful, as if life isn't hard enough, you don't love me, you don't care for me at all." She was sobbing then, real tears running down her cheeks. William was mortified, what had he done, he hated seeing her upset, he recriminated himself for being so horrible, so unfeeling, after all she was doing her best for him, wasn't she? "I, I'm sorry Mummy, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I, I love it really, it, it was just a bit of a surprise, I'm sorry, I love you Mummy." She sniffed. "Do you, do you really, it didn't sound like it?" William would do anything to please her, anything to make her happy again that's why he used the childish Mummy name, he knew she liked it. "Yes Mummy, I, I love it, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to upset you, they are lovely Mummy." He blushed as he stuttered his choking reply. "Hmm." She sniffed. "Well I'm very upset, I hope you show more gratitude and consideration in the future. Go on, you'd better try on the last one and I hope you are more grateful this time." William, keen to please, opened the last packet, again pulling out the top one. This was a very pale soft pink colour, he pulled it on over his head, to his dismay he realised that it was totally sleeveless with spaghetti straps at the shoulders. The front was shaped in a low square, with two arches meeting in the middle, centre to his chest. This top was much more shaped, the sides cut inwards before flaring back out again at the hip. Just coming to the top of his shorts. There was a white embroidered pattern across the top of the front over his chest, creating a curious bulkyness there. William gritted his teeth if anything these were the most effeminate of the lot, but he forced himself to smile. "It's lovely Mummy, thank you so much." Her smile wasn't one of delight it was more one of a certain satisfaction. "Good, well it does fit you nicely. Now you'd better wear all of them since I went to all this trouble to buy them for you." With that she picked up her phone, the click of the camera unmistakable, causing William's blushes to grow even more. "Get me a gin and tonic and then you can bring your tops up to your room with you when you go to bed." Her tone was final and dismissive. William tiptoed away dressed as he was, made her drink for her and brought it to her. She looked at him, barely a glance and nodded. "Good night then." It was hardly a break from the iPad she was now typing on. William picked up the bundle of tops and headed upstairs to his room. He was used to being dismissed to bed at about nine o'clock, there he would usually sit in bed and read, tonight however, he struggled to concentrate. If it wasn't the episode of that morning, it was the effeminate clothing that his mother was suddenly buying for him. They both worried and confused him, yet for some unfathomable reason he was feeling stupidly aroused, his little penis stiff and begging his touch again. Giving up on his book he slipped down in his bed and began to play with his best friend. His closed eyed visions starting with sexy girls wearing hot pants and crop tops, teasing underwear with stiff nippled breasts but confusingly ending in his climax with a vision of a man's big cock in the public toilets at the beach. He worriedly wiped himself with a tissue, then turned over in a battle to get some sleep, only to awake again in the middle of the night with another erection which he eventually gave in and played with, his mind full of fantasies, a second climax eventually coming, finally giving him the peace to get to sleep properly. William awoke the next morning at the sound of his mother's voice. "Are you making tea William?" It had been a morning ritual since his father had died. He'd overslept, something he rarely did. He got out of bed with a woolly head. "Sorry Mum, I'm just getting it now." Pulling on a pair of pants and still in the old baggy white tee shirt he wore to bed, he headed to the kitchen to make tea. When he brought their mugs up, he left his own on his bedside table then knocked lightly on her door. "Come in." She was sitting up in bed, her slip of a nightie barely covering her breasts, her iPad on her lap. "Sorry Mum, I overslept," he said as he put the tea down on the bedside table beside the open bottle of coloured pills, his eyes drawn to her erect nipples beneath the satin material. "You'd better go and have your shower now then; I'll go in after you." She barely glanced up, only pausing her tapping on the screen to pick up her tea. "Yes Mum, I won't be long." William headed straight to the bathroom and showered hurriedly, then still leaving it running, he wrapped his towel around him and he came out onto the landing. "I'm out Mum, I've left it on for you," he called at her bedroom door. To his surprise the door opened immediately and wearing only her scanty nightie she walked past him. "Is my towel in there?" He ogled her shape through the nightie, he'd always loved seeing her like this, tiny glimpses of bare flesh, secretly worshipping her, but he had forgotten her towel. "Oo, I'm sorry Mum, I'll get it now." He hurriedly put a clean pair of pants on then, naked save for them, he dashed to the airing cupboard to get her favourite newly laundered towel. He tapped on the bathroom door. "I've got your towel Mum." He waited listening at the bathroom door. "Put it on the towel rail for me." He could hear her already in the shower. He opened the door, the misty moisture on the shower screen barely obscuring her naked body, he brought the towel in and draped it carefully over the towel rail. "It's here on the towel rail Mum." His eyes were glued to the shower screen as he spoke. "Pass me my shampoo will you." His head was buzzing, his little penis stiffening in his pants as he looked around to find the shampoo, it was beneath her discarded nightie, the touch of it as he moved it, like an electric shock through him. He picked up the shampoo and turned to give it to her, she was peering round the shower screen, watching him, he could see her breasts, her body, blurred but naked through the screen, her nipples noticeably stiff. She held out her wet hand for the shampoo. "You can take my nightie, wash it later so that it's clean for tomorrow." His little penis was stiff now, a quite visible little bulge in his pants. "Yes Mummy, I love you Mummy." "Yes you do, don't you. Now take my nightie to wash and get dressed, I'll have a boiled egg for breakfast this morning." With that she disappeared again behind the tantalising shower screen. William laid her satin nightie reverently on his bed, it's touch fuelling his arousal and without taking his eyes off it he gulped down his lukewarm tea. He dressed quickly in his older shorts and tee shirt as usual, then headed downstairs taking their empty mugs with him to sort out their breakfast. It was a busy time each morning, she would come down casually, sometimes a little late if she'd washed her hair. He would have her coffee and breakfast ready for her, their vitamins on the table and she'd eat quietly, sometimes reading the paper or more recently on her iPad or mobile phone. When she finished he'd clear away, wash up and tidy the kitchen before putting the laundry in to wash and then he'd be ready for his walk. Today he was nervous, a growing anxiety, should he do his usual walk to the beach, what if he met that man again? The whole idea was taboo, he was afraid and yet, suddenly as he was thinking he felt a nervous fluttering in his tummy. He knew he was scared to see him again, what would he say or do, he knew it was wrong, but he felt confused. In the end he decided that this was really the only walk straight from his house, he liked it because it was quiet and he was alone with nature, away from the roads. Why should this strange man put him off his walk, he would just tell him it was wrong and he wasn't like that. William set off, calling bye to his Mum as he went. He headed down the path, trying to focus on the birds and the flowers that he saw, but at each footstep he took nearer the car park the nervy feeling grew in his stomach. When he finally got there, the usual call to pee was too strong for him to ignore, whether it was due to a real need or the habit he'd developed to stop at the toilets before going on to the beach. He looked around cautiously, he couldn't see or hear anyone so he hurriedly headed in to the small building, going directly to the large far cubicle without a thought. He pulled his shorts and pants down to mid thigh and began to pee, his little penis buzzing and twitching stupidly as he did so. The man's arrival at his side was sudden and silent. "Hello baby, what a good baby you are coming back to meet me." Before William could pull his shorts and pants back up and reply with his denials, the man had pushed him against the wall and was kissing him again. William gasped, feeling frightened and disgusted as he tried to push him away, but the man was bigger and stronger than him, his hand sliding down, finding William's bare little penis. In seconds he was stroking it, teasing it and to William's confused humiliation he felt his little penis stiffening in the man's encouraging hand. "That's nice isn't it baby? You like daddy doing that don't you?" Her murmured in William's ear, interspersing his heavy kisses with his words. William was quivering, his little penis erect now and throbbing. All too quickly the man brought him close to a climax, teasing him on that edge, holding him there. William couldn't think straight anymore, his mind a confused blur, he wanted to cum, needed to cum, the desperation to fulfil against the constant teasing. "You love that baby don't you? Don't you hmm." William whimpered into his kiss. "You love daddy doing that to you don't you baby?" William was near, so close, so close, desperate to erupt. He wanted to, he needed to. "Ysss," he whimpered as the man kissed him again. Suddenly it seemed like his head was going to explode, he was coming, like he'd never come before, his knees going weak as he spurted wave after wave into the palm of the man's hand. "That's it cum to me baby, cum to me." And William, unable to stop himself, did. The man kissed him harder then, as he trembled weakly against the wall, the man's hand slowly sliding up under his baggy tee shirt, lifting it as he deposited the sticky contents of his palm, rubbing it into William's nipples. William leaned there against the wall, exhausted, lost and quivering, his eyes half shut, weak and disgusted with himself. "I've got a little present for you baby." The man picked up a carrier bag that he'd left on the floor and took something out of it, then, kneeling in front of William, he took his now shrunken penis in his hand making William whimper once more. Working quickly the man slid something around William's penis and testicles, tightening it. "Don't hurt me," William whimpered fearfully, tensing in panic. "It's ok baby, relax, Daddy won't hurt you, daddy's only making sure his possession is safe that's all." In seconds he'd slipped a plastic tube over William's little penis, clicking the padlock that held it in place. "There, baby, now you're daddy's aren't you?" He smiled in an almost vulgar glee. "Now tomorrow I want you to wear a pretty pair of panties for daddy and if you're very good then perhaps daddy'll take this off you." The key was on a fine chain which he slipped over his head so that it dangled around his neck. "I have to go now baby, but I'll see you tomorrow, I'll have more time then and we can have more fun, can't we? But remember I expect you to be good baby, you have to wear some pretty panties for me." With that the man left, leaving William once again a quivering mess but now, worse still with his little penis locked up in chastity and his shorts and pants once again around his ankles. He shook himself, forcing himself to move, he didn't want the same thing to happen with the tramp again, so he pulled his pants and shorts back up over the weird, slightly uncomfortable chastity thing and quickly left the toilet. This time he stumbled out along a path through the dunes towards his favourite private spot, to try and understand what on earth had happened and to pull himself together. Walking was difficult at first, uncomfortable with the thing the man had locked on him until he pushed it down between his legs a little, at least it was more comfortable this way, even though it made him oddly wiggle his hips as he walked. He finally got to the the little clearing overlooking the beach and almost fell to the floor, his legs trembling in his emotion. What had he done, what had he done, again, how had he let that happen to him, surely this thing would come off. He wriggled his shorts and pants down to his hips and sat there, his bare bottom on the scratchy grass, trying to find a way to release it and dismally failing, the small brass padlock unbreakable. The sudden noise behind him startled him and too quick for him to pull his pants and shorts back up, the tramp appeared in the clearing. William pulled his tee shirt down to try to cover himself just in time before the tramp sat down beside him. "Hello darlin, how are ya today?" William nodded, wanting to get up to leave, but unable to, his voice small as he answered. "Ok thank you." "How was ya boyfriend today?" William stiffened, blushing in a shocked embarrassment. "I, I haven't got a a boyfriend." He paused a second searching for the right words. "I, I'm not like that," he virtually squeaked. "Well you got a friend an he's a man I'nt he?" The man was smiling William was blushing as he tried to reply, still failing to find the right words. The man started again, speaking slowly as if he was talking to a child, "He's your friend I'nt he?" It was sort of true, in a way, William half nodded. "I, I s'pose," he mumbled. "Well he must be, musnt he darlin, wot with you an im kissing like that." William blushed a deep red an awful embarrassment coursing through him. "An he's a man, so he must be your boyfriend musnt he darlin." William let out an embarrassed squeak. "Ohh don't you fret now darlin, is he yor first boyfriend?" William shook his head, "I'm not like that, he said tears coming to his eyes. The man put his arm around him. "There, there darlin, don't cry, ave you ever ad a girlfriend then love?" William shook his head again, sobbing gently, the emotion all becoming too much for him. The man was holding him tightly. "It's ok darlin, Uncle Johnny's ere, don't worry, I'll help you, I'll look after you, your just not used to a strong man, that's all darlin." He kissed the side of William's forehead, then, placing his hand under his chin, turned his head to face him. "It'll be ok darlin, just come to see your Uncle Johnny and I'll show you, I'll see that you're ok." With that he kissed him on the lips, a whiskered musky kiss. William pulled back, giving a whimpered gasp of revulsion, then he suddenly became aware of the man's rough hand sliding up his back, beneath his tee shirt "I've got to go," he squeaked. Scrabbling up onto his knees, he felt the man's hand sliding down over his bare bottom as he did so. William squeaked again, pulling himself to his feet. "Thank you darlin, that was a lovely surprise." The man smiled as he watched William pull his pants and shorts up, his back still turned to him. "I've got to go," William mumbled again. "That's alright darlin, I'm not going nowhere, I'll see ya again soon." His smile quite lewd now as William stumbled away. Once again William got home upset, shaken and confused, he entered through the back door as usual, but this time he was greeted by his mother standing in the kitchen looking stern. She was wearing a very short red dress, with skin tight black leggings under it and black knee high boots. In her hand she held her short crop, something which gave him an instant mixture of fear and yet stupid arousal. He looked at her with a growing nervousness now, he thought she looked amazingly sexy, her appearance exciting him, her stern face and the crop crazily only adding to her sexiness in his eyes, his penis twitching in its prison at the sight of her. "What are you doing wearing those old things?" She gesticulated at his clothes. "I go to a lot of time and effort, spending good money on you and this is how you reward me." She slapped her leg angrily with the short crop. William quivered wordlessly, for some crazy reason his little penis buzzing insanely as she told him off. "Get them off now, this instant." She stood looking angry, her hands on her hips. William paled, surely she didn't mean here right in front of her and suddenly he thought about the chastity thing and his nerves grew immensely. "Now! I'm not going to tell you again." William slowly pulled off his tee shirt and put it in her outstretched hand, then carefully pulled down his shorts, terrified she'd see the chastity tube beneath his pants. She held out her hand again and he nervously handed that to her too. She took them from him. "Get me a black dustbin bag," she spat. William nervously went over to the kitchen drawer where he kept them and tore a black bag off the role, shaking it open. "Hold it open." She dropped his shorts and tee shirt into it. "Give it to me. Now go up to your room and get me your other old ones and get that rag you sleep in at the same time and get a move on." She was wickedly cross. William rushed upstairs wearing only his pants and sandals, returning worriedly with the items which she made him count as he put them in the bag. She tied the top of the bag then and put it to one side. "How dare you treat me like that, I'll teach you to disobey me, get over the end of the table." William froze at her words, yet his penis buzzed even more in its plastic cell. "Please no, I'm sorry Mummy, I'm sorry." "Over the table." She pointed with her crop. William nervously did as she said, his tummy fluttering. She caught hold of the waistband of his pants and roughly pulled them down exposing his bare bum. Then She slid her hand over and around his naked bottom making him quiver. "You know you've been very very naughty and you've upset me haven't you?" "Yss Mummy," he whimpered into the table, his little penis restricted and buzzing as she touched him. She replaced her hand with the crop which she slid around his bum, slipping it deep between his cheeks, teasing him, making him whimper as he tried to stifle a little moan. Her strokes were sudden small stinging ones, each one making him jerk against the table, each punctuated by the teasing tracing of the crop around and between his cheeks. She finally stopped at ten. "I hope you've learnt a lesson, now what do you say." She rested her hand on his hot reddened cheeks. William was quivering, his bum smarting from the crop, yet his little penis was throbbing stupidly inside its tight enclosure. "I'm sorry Mummy, I'm really sorry, I'll do what you tell me Mummy, I love you Mummy." His voice an emotionally charged whimper. "Are you going to be good and obedient and wear what you're told." She slid her hand over his bum as she spoke. "Yess Mummy, I will Mummy I promise Mummy, I love you Mummy." "We'll have to do something about these rags too, won't we?" She pulled at his pants as she spoke, which tugged against his chastity. "Now Go upstairs and put your pink shorts and one of your crop tops on and hurry up about it." With a hot bare bum and holding his pants at the front so that it just covered the chastity clamp, he ran upstairs. The things were where he left them, the dreaded pink hot pants near the top, discarded from the previous evening. Trying to stifle the charge of emotion buzzing inside him, he wriggled into the hot pants, terrified it would reveal the chastity through their clinging stretchy material. It did, but what could he do, his nervous humiliation was soaring. He adjusted it and himself a little to try and minimise the sight, but the lock and little tube seemed obvious still, he couldn't even rely on pulling his tee shirt down to hide it a little. He pulled on the crop top the humiliation coursing through his veins, then in quivering embarrassment he returned to his mother in the kitchen. He stood there in front of her, his hands held together in front of him trying to hide himself. She looked at him for a second. "Hands to your sides." He nervously obeyed, his humiliation heightening by the second. She looked him up and down slowly then, her smirk obvious and confusing to William, it was as if she knew and was exposing him. "Turn, let me see." He did a turn as usual, but she stopped him as he had his back to her. She slid her hand down over his tightly clad bottom then, making him quiver even more, his little penis throbbing painfully in its plastic prison. "Those rags of pants don't suit at all, they disturb the clean line of your lovely shorts, I haven't time now, but we will have to sort that out, won't we?" She paused for his reply. William gave out a little whimpered, "Yes Mummy." He paused a second. "I love you Mummy." "Good, that's better, now pick up that dustbin bag and bring it out to my car for me." She strode out through the front door to the car and opened the boot. He froze a second, terrified of going outside like that, then he nervously picked up the dustbin bag and followed her, his eyes glued to the occasional little glimpses of her lithe curving bottom as she walked out onto the driveway. "I won't be home for lunch, I'm meeting my friend, so make sure you do all your chores. I want you to sort out your drawers and put your things away neatly and I also want you to change your bed linen, put them in the wash, I've put some new ones out for you, the sheets and duvet are on my bed. Oh and I've put a clean pinny on the dining room table for you, make sure you wear it, I don't want to see your lovely shorts ruined." With that she got into her car and started it up, leaving William to scuttle back inside. As soon as she had gone, he headed out to the garden shed to try and find some suitable tool to remove, the already, frustrating and humiliating chastity device. He found an old pair of pliers and he brought it into the kitchen where he pulled down his shorts and pants. Struggling and turning the tool round and round he took a completely frustrating forty five minutes to get nowhere. He finally threw the pliers to one side with a sob of disgust, all he'd managed to achieve was a desperate need to go for a pee. He shuffled into the downstairs loo where he suddenly realised that the only way he could pee was sitting down, it felt odd, he felt odd, but his need was becoming desperate so he sat and tried to relax. In reality sitting to pee was nothing completely new, when he got up at night to pee, he always sat down, it was something his mother had insisted on after complaining about noise and mess and so it had become a normal habit for him. This was different however, now when he finally relaxed enough, he found that he was spraying pee down and also over his bottom, it felt so weird. In some crazy way it tickled him which made his penis buzz in its restriction. He realised then that wiping himself was a necessity, which he did, feeling decidedly odd and not a little confused by the whole process, then he made an effort to clear his head before pulling his pants and shorts back up and heading up the stairs with a troubled mind. He went into his bedroom, where he realised that his bed clothes were already pulled down, revealing the signs of his last night's play on the sheets and he felt an immediate flush of embarrassment to think that his mother must have seen this. Hurriedly he stripped the bed, his cheeks burning as he rushed the clothes down to the kitchen. The morning's washing had long finished and he took it out now, replacing it with the things off his bed and setting it off to wash. He quickly brought the mornings wash out to the clothes line in the back garden and hung the things there, suddenly pausing as he found and carefully hung out his mother's nightie and panties. His heart rate increased madly as he did so, his little penis buzzing wantonly in its prison at the touch and feel of her underwear. Trying to quell, his frustration he decided that he could use the opportunity to look in her drawers for a suitable pair of panties in order to appease the man at the beach, so that he could get the horrible chastity thing taken off and be free. In her bedroom he went to the drawers in her bedside cabinet. The top drawer had various cosmetics and medicines in it, including the unnamed bottle of coloured pills, so he went to the second drawer. He didn't notice the scrap of paper wedged to the side of it, which dropped to the floor as he pulled it open. His heart began to thump wildly as he looked at the contents, his penis throbbing painfully in its locked tube. With trembling fingers, he carefully went through her sexy panties searching for something suitable, towards the bottom he found something he thought might be slightly less acutely feminine and pulled it out to look. As he did so something came out with it, something that was almost wrapped in it, it fell to the floor. William's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw the vibrator, it was shaped and coloured like a large cock. William hesitated, then reached down and picked it up, it felt heavy, yet bending stiffly, made of a realistic feeling latex, at its base a rounded black switch. He held it in a heart throbbing curiosity, it was weighty and quivering in his hand, his tummy twitching, his little penis stupidly struggling to stiffen in its prison. He slid his hand over and around it, it scarily reminded him of the man, as he moved it in his palm, then it suddenly burst into life, a buzzing vibration making him drop it in his lap. The vibrations sent a deep sensation of intense arousal through him and in seconds his legs were apart and he was holding the vibrator between his legs, against his tight shorts, letting it buzz into the plastic that enclosed his begging penis. William lay back quivering, his eyes closed, his arousal growing, the vibrator teasing him madly, a growing wet patch developing between his legs. He quivered there for what seemed like an eternity, moving the buzzing dildo back and forth against him, but to his utter frustration, no matter how hard he tried, he failed to become erect or reach the climax his throbbing penis needed. Whimpering in frustration he finally gave up, switched the vibrator off and stuffed it back in the drawer, roughly covering it up with her panties again. In an attempt to pull himself together he picked up the one pair he'd taken out from the drawer and together with the cellophane packets of his new bedding, the special offer tickets plainly visible on them, which he'd found on her bed, brought them through into his own bedroom. There, without studying them further, he shoved the panties in his own underwear drawer and began to open the first cellophane packet. He took the bottom sheet out and gave a loud exclamation at its sight, it was a pink satin sheet, he touched it to shake it out, the touch was like a little electric shock, the cool, shiny, slippy material creating odd sensations right down to his little, still throbbing, penis. He shook himself again, what was wrong with him today, it seemed that everything he touched was turning him on. Gritting his teeth, his cheeks hot, he made his bed. The bottom, the top sheet and the pillowcases all matched in the shiny pink satin material, he had no idea how he'd manage to sleep in them, it unnerved him totally. Finally, he opened the last packet, the duvet cover, ready to put it on the duvet. From what he had seen through the cellophane, at least the cover didn't appear to be pink satin, but as he pulled it onto the duvet, he saw what it was like. What was his mother thinking, she must have accidentally bought the wrong one, but even as he thought it, he knew that was probably not the case. The duvet was a light pink colour with pictures of fairies and dollies all over it, it was completely obvious it was a little girls duvet cover. He flung the duvet onto the bed feeling annoyed and confused, he couldn't understand why his mother had gone more and more like this over the past few months, he couldn't understand what she was trying to do to him. He looked at his bed in disgust, but to avoid her further wrath he decided to tidy it so that she couldn't complain, as he was doing so, he noticed his alarm clock, it was already past lunch time and he'd hardly done any of his daily chores. He rushed down the stairs, first job to tidy the dining room and conservatory. The first thing he saw in the dining room was the apron she'd left on the table for him. He picked it up, thinking that he'd better wear it in case she returned early, but he was surprised to see that it wasn't a full pinafore apron. It was a waist tied apron, he'd never worn one like this before. He tied it around his waist, his tummy still bare and visible, it's scalloped hem came down to mid thigh hiding his hot pants and tickling his legs. Once again the weird feelings and buzzing sensations erupted within him, he couldn't really understand why, but he had an overwhelming desire to play with himself. The chastity tube stopped him, frustrating him intensely, his need to remove it more immediate and maddeningly growing even more so. The afternoon's chores were a blur, twisted and confused by the feelings constantly gnawing at his insides. The only redeeming thing was his discovery of an old pair of shorts that he'd worn when he was younger, which he discovered in the back of the airing cupboard, whilst putting her clothes in there to air. He'd accidentally dropped her panties behind the hot tank and whilst scrabbling to retrieve them, he'd found them. He was sure they'd still fit him and he hurriedly hid them with the panties in his bedside drawer. Her return home was late, later than he expected, her face glowing as she came in. "I'm going up for a shower, you can get dinner ready in half an hour." Her mood was much improved from the morning. She arrived at the table wearing only her nightie, the pill bottle once again in her hand. Her nightie was a short, flowered print, satin affair with a matching neglig?e. He ogled at her as he brought her, her food and her glass of wine, every glimpse of her bare flesh making him excited. Seeing her like this made his penis throb painfully in its plastic prison, whilst also making a deep submissive yearning grow inside him, he felt like he'd do anything for her. She questioned him as he ate and he was unable to take his eyes off her as he tried to answer. She asked if he'd done what she'd told him and if he'd done all his duties and he answered her in stuttering affirmatives. "Yes M, mummy, yes I have M, mummy." For some obscure reason using this childish name turned him on immensely, just fuelling the restricted arousal within him. She knew she had him in the palm of her hand and she smirked a little as she spoke. "After you've cleared up, bring me my shopping bag in to the conservatory, you'll find it in the hall." She took two pills from the bottle and gulped them back with the last of the wine in the glass, before refilling it. She got up then, showing a tantalising length of bare leg as she picked up her wineglass and her mobile phone, heading out to that favourite place. William, rushed to do as she'd said, his heart and his locked penis throbbing in a heady mixture of submissive desire. He had no thought for the time, he was so focussed on pleasing her, but eventually the table was cleared, the things washed and the kitchen tidied to a level he was proud of. He was sure she'd be pleased with the result and glowed in the thought of her pleasure. Wiping his hands he went to the hallway where he saw her shopping bag and without a thought brought it to her. She was sitting in her favourite wicker chair, her iPad open on her lap, her leg exposed up to her thigh. "Here's your bag Mummy." His cheeks blushed prettily as he held it out to her. She stopped what she was doing and took it with hardly a glance at him, opening it and checking its contents before she spoke. "My friend and I had a little walk around the shops this afternoon and when we came out of Victoria's Secret my friend pointed out the Children in Need charity shop next door and we popped in to see what sort of things it sold. I was really surprised what I could buy and at incredibly cheap prices. Whilst my friend and I were rummaging through the clothes I was delighted to find the most perfect things. I promised you that I'd replace that horrible rag that you wore to bed and I was so lucky to find this." She took a paper packet out of her shopping bag, moving in her seat to pass it to him, whilst at the same time giving him a glimpse of her black, almost translucent, panties. William saw them instantly, his eyes were glued to them his heartbeat soaring, his penis spasming in its tight tube. "Well?" She was fully aware where he was looking. "Thank you Mummy." He dragged his eyes away. "Open it then." William opened the paper bag, inside he glimpsed the colour soft lilac, not thinking, he pulled out the garment. As it unfolded in his hands his heart suddenly sank and he gave a gasp of shock. It was a young girl's pale lilac cotton nightie and on the front was a sleepy looking 'me and you' teddy bear with the words florally written above it, 'Mummy's little sleepy head'. "Isn't it gorgeous, I saw it and thought of you straight away, I really hope it fits, try it on, try it on now." Her couldn't figure out if she was smiling or smirking, but her eyes were shining and she seemed suddenly very excited, her neglig?e undone, her sexy panties quite visible. William's head was in a confused muddle, her revealing sexiness was turning him on madly, but he couldn't understand why she was giving him the girly nightie, the sight of it creating a humiliating embarrassment inside him. "Come on, don't make me cross after I've had such a wonderful afternoon, try it on now." William took off his pinny, then in some reluctance his crop top and eventually his hot pants. Standing there only in his pants he prayed she couldn't see the chastity, but she didn't mention it, her eagle eyes just watching him eagerly. He picked up the nightie, then, hoping and praying it wouldn't fit him, surely it would be too small, he pulled It on over his head. His prayers weren't answered however, how he wished he didn't have such a small slim frame. The nightie slid down over his body fitting him perfectly and it came down to the top of his thighs, just about covering his pants. "Perfect, absolutely perfect, it fits you exactly, you are so lucky that I found it for you. Now go and look at yourself in the mirror in the hallway, quick about it, then come back here to me." William dragged his heels, he really didn't want to see himself dressed like this, but he was in front of the mirror all too quickly. He looked at himself and to his horror he could see that he looked like a young man dressed as young girl, he shivered in embarrassment. "Come back here you vain thing." Her voice sounded unusually excited. He went back to her in the conservatory, he really, really wanted to tell her he hated it and he wasn't going to wear it, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he didn't have the courage and because when he saw her again she had her neglig?e open and he could see the shape of her breasts just about contained by her nightie and he couldn't think straight anymore. "I spoil you, you know, every time I go out I buy something nice for you, you don't realise how lucky you are, but it upsets me to see that you have such little gratitude. It's very upsetting, I even have to tell you to say thank you, just as I had to do when you were a little child." William blushed. "I, I'm sorry Mummy, please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be like that, it, it was just a surprise. Thank you, thank you so much Mummy, it, it's lovely. I, I love you Mummy." "Hmm, I hope so. Would you like another present from Mummy?? She seemed to shimmy her breasts as she spoke, her nipples stiffly moving in her nightie. He gulped his eyes glued to her, his excitement building at her suggestiveness. ?Yess, ohh yes please Mummy.? ?Well you?d better be good then hadn?t you and ask me nicely.? She shimmied again. ?Yesss, oh god I, I will Mummy, I will.? He took a nervy breath. ?Please Mummy, please can I have another lovely present, please, please, Mummy?? She grinned evilly as she reached into her bag again and took out three packets, which she handed to him. With one glance he realised that she had really teased him into agreeing to something he didn?t want. There were three packs of panties, two size twelve, the other, one size. The first was a pack of six plain cotton bikini panties in pale colours, the second was similar but a pack of three in brighter colours. The third was a pack of four, but this time they looked confusingly small though they appeared to be full panties in white. He stared at them in horrified silence for a second, then aware that she was looking at him, he gave a sheepish smile, struggling to say the words he knew she was expecting. ?Th, thank you Mummy, they are lovely.? He felt as if his smile was painted on. ?Good, we can finally get rid of those old rags you?ve been wearing, now try one on, I?m sure that they will fit, but we can?t just take it for granted can we?? She was testing him, watching his reactions waiting for him to revolt, ready to shout and excited to use her crop again. William looked at the panties in intense dread, then he glanced up at her, he could read something in her face and it unnerved him. ?Come on, get that rag off and try one on, try one of the white ones.? Her voice had an edge to it now. William opened the packet and took one of the full white panties out, it did appear to be oddly small. Turning his back to her, his cheeks burning in embarrassment, he pulled down his own pants, hurrying to take them off and and get the panties on quickly, whilst trying to hide the hateful humiliation of the chastity tube. It was only when he pulled them up that he realised what they were exactly like. Firstly they completely covered his bottom, coming fully up to his waist. Secondly they weren?t made from cotton but from a Lycra based material, so they stretched and clung to him and thirdly worse still, when stretched, the material became excruciatingly thin and almost translucent. To William?s, total embarrassment, the dreadful pink chastity tube was quite noticeable through them. ?Let me see, lift up your nightie, do a twirl, let me see you.? He did, his whole body cringing in humiliation, unbelievably embarrassed by the feel and look of the panties and expecting her to point out the chastity tube at any second. She didn?t though, he was sure she could see it, but she said nothing. ?I?m so glad I got them, we?ll have to get more like them, in different colours, they fit you perfectly and they look gorgeous on you and you like them too don?t you?? Again that expectant edge was to her voice, but William was too far gone, already trembling in total humiliation. He would say anything just to get it over and done with, escape from this whole embarrassing event. ?Yes Mummy, th, they are lovely Mummy, I, I umm, I love them.? ?Aren?t you going to thank me?? The thin strap from her nightie slipped off her shoulder, her breast almost completely revealed. William in his heightened confused emotional state saw it, it sent his heart rate racing, the pulse in his penis throbbing madly again. ?They?re lovely Mummy, thank you so much Mummy, I, I, love you Mummy, I love you.? He could hardly contain himself, he felt so desperate to see more, to touch her as he softly blurted the words out. ?Yes of course you do.? She paused a second, looking up at him, her smile a definite smirk now. ?Good, now kneel here and give Mummy a kiss to say thank you.? She gesticulated at the mat on the floor in front of her seat. William kneeled down trembling in excitement, his heart pounding. He began to lift himself, his hands on the arms of her chair as he started to lean forward over her knees. She straightened her legs as he did so, her feet pushing his knees apart, sliding between them until he was effectively astride her legs. He could see her translucent black panties tantalisingly close to him, his poor entrapped penis throbbing painfully in excitement and want. She seemed to lie back more in her chair then, making it even more difficult for William to reach her for his kiss. He leaned further forward, his chastity suddenly against her legs. ?Hands behind your back, you know Mummy only lets you kiss her with your hands behind your back.? Her words were a sharp reminder, yet clouded with an inner excitement. Hurriedly he moved them, clasping them together behind his back as he knew she expected. This overbalanced him however, his back straining as his weight came on his chastised penis, hard against her. She wriggled around a little, adjusting her position until his thinly covered panty clad chastity was almost against her barely covered sex, her thighs almost clasping around his little tube. He was virtually panting, his face on fire. She wriggled again as if she was rubbing herself against his locked plastic penis. ?Come along, kiss Mummy nicely.? Her face was shining as her hands gripped his upper arms pulling him towards her, his locked tube slipping fully between her legs pressing against her. He stretched his neck, his lips puckering towards hers, he closed his eyes desperate for the kiss on her red lips, but not seeing her turn her cheek. His eyes openning as his trembling lips touched her, a soft kiss, but only on her cheek. She pushed him back a little. ?Now tell Mummy you love her and your lovely presents, thank me properly.? He was panting in teased arousal, he just wanted her, he felt desperate for her. ?I love you Mummy, I love you and I love my presents, they are beautiful, thank you, thank you so much for them.? She pushed him fully back so that he was sitting astride her feet then, ?They look pretty on you.? She gesticulated at his panties, but it could have just as well been his chastity as it was clearly visible through the wet patch on his panties. He flushed in humiliation, dragging himself off her trying to cover himself up with the nightie and failing. ?It?s time for you to go to bed now, so off you go and when you go up, bring all your old scruffy rag pants into my bedroom before you go to bed.? She paused looking for his reaction then went on ?Don?t forget to bring me my tea in the morning as usual. Mummy?s little sleepy head.? And she smirked at him as she said it. William headed to bed feeling upset, humiliated and confused, he went to his bedside drawer and rummaged inside taking out all of his pants as she had told him, then he paused a second, grinning to himself as he left one behind in the drawer, she?d never know. He brought them into her bedroom and carefully placed them on her dressing table stool. He was feeling nervous and embarrassed by all this, yet still he was terribly turned on and excited by his mum. He lay in bed for hours that night, turning and twisting, his head full of things, his penis desperate for the touch of his hand, a growing desperation for the climax he couldn?t have and paining each time his little penis tried to get erect. His frustrations were increasing by the hour and sleep, when it finally came was one full of dreams, some wet, some nightmares, but none peaceful.