Enslaved In Satin

Enslaved In Satin
Part 1

Chapter 1

It’s the night before the last day of school before summer vacation begins. I am sure just about every other boy at my school is also having problems getting to sleep tonight. In their case it is out of being excited about summer vacation. In my case my insomnia is caused by a mixed feeling both anticipation and dread.

I have been sleeping in my normal bedroom on cotton sheets for just over three months now. I live with my mother. My father left when I was two years old. I have just turned sixteen and know that if I don’t break away from my mothers control now I never will.

Any visitor who stops in would see a perfectly normal home on the first floor of our home. They would see my mother as perfectly normal. No visitors except for my mothers’ special friends and her “clients” have ever been taken past the door at the top of the stairs.

On the 1st floor there is a normal living room with a television, a kitchen and my normal bedroom with those cotton sheets. The back room is my mothers’ normal bedroom with a closet full of frumpy clothing made of cotton and wool. It is on the 1st floor where “Mom” lives.

Once you get past the door at the top of the stairs there is a little self-contained world. A world with its own little kitchen, walk in closet/ sewing room and the bedroom where “ Black Satin Mommy”, “Pink Satin Mommy” and “Leather Mommy” sleep and play. If you were to continue up the next set of stairs to the attic you would find a dungeon room and a small “clinic” area where “Rubber Mommy” plays.

I toss and turn and try not to think about the world up the stairs. The cotton sheets feel like sandpaper next to my skin. I try not to think of “Leather Mommy” wearing her thigh boots, leather corset and shoulder length glace’ k** leather gloves as she chain smokes Virginia Slims 120’s.

It’s now been just over three months since any of “Moms’ other personalities have come out. It has also been over three months since my last orgasm. Mom is a total prude and plays at being a good Catholic. Masturbation is a sin and I am required to sleep with my door open. I have to use the bathroom and shower with the door open so I won’t be tempted to perform what she calls “self abuse”.

I am fairly sure Mom suffers from multiple personality disorder. When she is in normal Mom mode what goes on upstairs is never mentioned. If I even try to bring it up she gets that thousand-yard stare look and does not even seem to hear what I said. Mom is a non-smoker but every variation of Mommy smokes at least two packs a day.

I continue to toss and turn and try to take my mind off my constant, painful erection. In this past year at school I have made a few friends. My friends are also school outcasts and are the freaks and geeks of the school. If they had any clue about just how much of a freak I really am I would be an outcast even among the outcasts.

I wonder how my new friends would react if they knew about “Princess Barbie”. Just the thought of being Princess Barbie makes my cock stiffen worse. The pretty pink satin party dresses in double-faced acetate bridal satin, my blonde wigs, make up, pink silk stockings and all the pink ribbons and bows Mommy dresses me up in.

I try to suppress those thoughts as soon as they come to me. I feel my face redden as the shame of it all hits me. The shame of craving those pretty little pink satin dresses, the shame of craving i****t with my own mother.

I must have fallen asleep because the alarm clock is buzzing. It is now 7:00 AM and time to get dressed and ready for the last day of school. I pull on a pair of briefs and for a second wish they were my bridal satin panties. I banish the thoughts and finish dressing. Mom is still asleep so I have a bowl of cereal and some OJ and head out the door.

For the final day we just sit in homeroom all day. Before school starts a few of my friends asked again if I would be hanging out with them over the summer. I tell them I am not sure because I might be going to summer camp upstate. It is a bullshit excuse and I am disgusted with myself for just not saying yes.


As I arrive at homeroom the first thing I notice that Nancy Sullivan is wearing a satin blouse. She is the prettiest girl in school. A blue eyed blonde with a perfect body. Seeing her in satin will drive me to distraction all day long. I imagine her in heavy make up wearing a hot pink satin strapless gown and long satin gloves smoking a Virginia Slims 120. I imagine her in leather thigh boots and gloves calling me pathetic before she urinates in my mouth.

I am glad the desk I am sitting at hides the bulge in my jeans. I have all day to just think. Since three months have passed with no leather, satin or rubber mommy I have to wonder if perhaps she found her sanity and it will all be over. I wonder if maybe she just realized that I should have a chance at a normal life? Maybe I will arrive home and find Mom there and can then get on with my life and have a normal summer with my friends.

I tell myself that if I arrive home to find her in leather or satin I will be strong this time and refuse her. I can’t help but think back on how it all began. At least what I can remember. My first memories in life are of the brunette bitch in leather who hated men and boys. The cruel mother who told me I was nothing but trouble, worthless, filthy, disgusting and how she was sorry I was born. Her taking me over her leather skirted lap and whipping my bare ass raw with a leather strap.

At night she would come into my room in a satin gown, gloves and blonde wig with her cigarettes and satin ribbons and bows. This was a gentle and loving mommy. She would caress my face with those gorgeous acetate bridal satin gloves and tickle my face with ribbons, as she would tell me how ashamed it was that I was not born a girl. If only I was a girl she could rub me all over my body with satin and not just my face.

I will never forget the day she took me upstairs for the first time. The bath she gave me wearing a rubber apron and gloves to clean me up to become her “ Satin Princess”. How she took me into her satin bedroom. The walls were all covered in pink satin curtains, the ceiling tented in pink satin and her bed with a ruffle satin bed skirt and satin sheets.

How she started with foundation on my face and proceeded to paint me up like a little hooker. The long blonde Barbie doll wig and then that little pouf sleeve satin party dress. How my little “Wee Wee” got hard instantly from the touch of the satin. How pretty I looked. I was just three years old at the time.

I snap myself out of those thoughts. Once again I was just staring into space. I am far from stupid but my grades are not what they should be. Several times a day at school my mind will wander into “satin land”.

I have kept my home life a secret since the first day of Kindergarten. “Mommy” drilled it into my head that certain things were secret and special. She told me that if I ever told that bad men would take me away from her and I would never experience another satin or leather “Pleasuring” again.

Back in the 1st grade a school psychologist came in to give us the wrong touching lecture. It was at that point I began to understand just how strange my mother really was. I had already figured out that sissy was a dirty word at school. It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I learned the words i****t, perversion, fetish, transvestite and many more derogatory words to describe my relationship with my mother.

I can honestly say however that she never once touched my penis, at least with a bare hand. For the now thirteen years it has been going on she has always worn leather, satin or latex gloves while smoking a cigarette when she touched my penis. There is so much not to think about. The Saturday morning enemas, the vibrating anal plugs, the hours spent bound on her satin sheets, Leather Mommy gagging me with a mouth full of her “pretty cigarette butts”.

Once again I snap my mind out of it. I wonder if I do have any chance in life of being normal. I blame my father for it all far more than my mother. He was the one who abandoned and condemned me to the mercy of a woman he had to at least suspect was an i****tuous p*******e. My father was also a pervert. He married the kinky fetish whore of his dreams and then left her out of Catholic guilt. He also left me behind with her.

I can’t really blame my mother. She is what her own father made her. The bedroom she turned into her pink satin fantasy room was the same bedroom where she was her daddies pink satin fuck toy. She even showed me the bathtub filled three quarters of the way full of gravel. The tub was kept under a heavy wooden door down in the basement. It was a wine cellar and once that door was locked shut a person in that tub would be trapped in total darkness with no room to move. Mommy told me that was her father put her for 24 hours if she was a bad girl.

My Grandfather died of a heart attack when my mother was sixteen. At the time she was bound spread eagle on his bed and he was fucking her. She ran away from home after that and ended up in NYC. At first she was a street hooker but was soon working for a Madame who ran a house that specialized in fetish and perversion. My mother was gorgeous and would play the bad schoolgirl for some clients and the cruel bitch in leather for others. My father met her as a client. Soon after that her mother passed away and the family home was hers. She married my father who lived at the time in New Haven and moved back to the house she grew up in.

Once my father was out of the picture she began advertising in a few underground papers and used the dungeon in the attic to see her clients. Some came all the way from New York and even a few from Europe to see her. She had the reputation of being the kind of filthy slut who could deliver any fantasy.

Nobody knows better than I do just how cruel she can be in leather or the mind-bending pleasure she can give as Pink Satin Mommy. My musing is cut short by the sound of the final bell. It is time to head home and face whatever is to come.

Chapter 2


As I arrive home my hands are starting to shake. As soon as I open the door I look up the stairs and see that the door at the top is open. My stomach feels like there is a lead weight in it now. Then I hear her calling me from up in her bedroom. “Johnny, come up here so we can have a talk”. As I climb the stairs I tell myself I am going to be strong and not give in this time.

At the top of the stairs my senses are assaulted with the smell of leather, latex and her cigarettes. The cigarette smell is overpowering. The satin pillows on her bed and even her satin comforter are stuffed full of thousands of cigarette butts. With each step toward her bedroom of satin my resolve weakens.

As I enter her room I find her sitting in her easy chair upholstered in pink satin. Her hair slicked back, she has on blood red lipstick, long false lashes and heavy eye make up. She is wearing thigh high k** leather boots with five-inch stiletto heels. I can see the tops of her black silk stockings. The garters that go up to her under bust leather corset. . She has on a pair of brand new shiny opera length k** leather gloves. She is also wearing clear plastic panties. Her gorgeous D cup breasts are fully exposed and her nipples are hard.

I begin to shake all over as she draws one of her beautiful, long Virginia Slims from her leather cigarette case. As she lights her cigarette I let out a small moan. She takes a deep drag and blows the smoke towards my face. I can’t tear my eyes away from that cigarette held in her leather glove.

“So, Johnny, I suppose you are getting to big now to want to spend all summer with me”? I suppose you think you are a big man now”? Then she yells at me to tell her the truth, “Are you a big man now or are you still a pathetic sissy boy ready to crawl to your own mother begging for your sick perversions”?

I manage to whimper that I am still a pathetic sissy boy. As she blows smoke at my face she makes me say it three more times, louder each time I say it. She orders me to take off my “disgusting boy cloths” and soon I am naked in front of her with a throbbing erection.

She orders me to my knees and has me crawl to her. As I kneel before her she orders me to open my mouth for her ashes and reaches down and begins gently stroking my “Wee Wee” with her buttery soft leather glove

“I suppose you want your pretty pink satin dress and panties you little wimp”? I find myself replying. Yes Leather Mommy I want my pretty pink satin dress and panties. She reaches to the ashtray and puts several lipstick stained butts into my mouth and orders me to chew and swallow them. She keeps stroking my erection but stops as soon as I begin to shake. She knows when I am getting close to Cumming. I wonder how long it will be this time before she “Milks” me. Will it be days or even weeks?

I can’t help it and as she grinds out her cigarette on my tongue I begin to cry. I cry because I am broken. I gave in the second she lit that cigarette. I know I won’t be leaving this strange fantasy world of hers for over two months. Not until school resumes in the Fall.

“Is the pathetic little man crying because he wants his satin mommy to make it all feel better”, she taunts. “Satin Mommy has to be earned you sick little shit and I am going to make you suffer more than you ever imagined to earn her”. I just sob out “Yes Leather Mommy”.

She catches me looking at her plastic panties. “Wondering how long little man”? She is asking me if I am wondering how long she has been wearing them in the shower. How long it has been since she washed her Vagina and Anus. I try not to cringe when she tells me it has been over three months. “Do you have any idea how bad my ass itches you little shit and it is all your fault”.!!

Before this the longest she went was a month. My shame deepens as I feel my cock get even stiffer at the thought of what she is soon going to make me do. She quickly changes the subject and asks if I am thirsty after my walk home. I watch as she shakes her ass seductively as she goes to the kitchen to get me a drink. She returns with a large glass goblet full of yellow liquid. She drops in a few cigarette butts as if they are olives in a martini and orders me to drink it all. It is a glass of her strong, yellow urine she had in the fridge. I drink it down like it is a yummy milkshake cigarette butts and all.

“You know what comes next, don’t you”? I do know and drop to my knees to beg her please no. Like every summer it means a trip to her attic dungeon to be bound and whipped as I beg for my satin mommy. She reminds me it is the price I must pay once a year to earn my satin pleasures. The reason it is always the first day of summer is so the marks will be gone when it is time to return to school.

The door to the attic is next to the door that leads to the real world. It is made of steel and I notice it has been closed and locked. It needs a key to open it from the inside. She must have done it when she went into the kitchen to bring me my glass of piss. I have no idea where she hides that key. I am now locked in with her for two months. I have no doubt the kitchen is well stocked for a long stay and that she has a good 100 cartons of Virginia Slims and Eve 120’s in the closet.

I follow her meekly to the attic. One wall is covered paddles, straps and various whips. There is a wastebasket with rattan and fiberglass canes. There is a bondage horse on one side and a leather couch set up for bondage on the other.

Leather Mommy orders me to lie face down over the whipping horse. She puts my wrists and ankles in steel restraints. She starts by putting clothespins on my nipples. Next she puts them all over the skin of my balls and then pinches out the skin on my penis and covers it in clamps. Next she puts them on my ear cartilage. The final three go on my nostrils and septum of my nose. I am already crying hard from the pain.

I hear her taking a few practice swings with a cane behind me and tense my ass. “Oh’ no you don’t slut” she screams. She tells me she has something new to use that will keep me from tightening up. I feel her slipping something up my ass. She tells me it is ginger root. It begins to burn at once and only gets worse if I clinch.

“100 to start with I think” I am to repeat what she says after each stroke. “ I am a Pathetic sissy” She slams the cane into my ass as hard as she can and I scream out that I am a pathetic sissy. I am worthless, I am a burden to mommy, I want my pretty pink panties. I want to eat mommies’ pretty cigarette butts. I want to eat mommies’ dirty anus. I am a sick, disgusting pervert. I will never leave my mommy. On and on it goes. By twenty-five strokes my ass feels like it is on fire and I am sobbing uncontrollably.

She takes a break then and lifts my chin with her leather-gloved hand and blows smoke in my face. She gently caresses my face and tells me she will stop if I want but the price is never being pleasured again by her leather gloves. That she will never smoke for me again. That satin mommy will never again massage me to ecstasy and beyond. Her voice is so soft and seductive now. Despite the clamps on my penis the combination of her voice and seeing that cigarette in her leather glove makes me stiffen sending waves of pain through my cock. “You do want me to make you feel good, don’t you darling”, she coos to me. Yes, Leather Mommy, I want that so much.

The caning continues and by seventy-five strokes I feel the blood trickling down my thighs and pass out for the first time. She uses and ammonium nitrate capsule to bring me back to consciousness and delivers the last twenty-five strokes. When it is over at last she is laughing at me. She picks up a spray bottle and puts on exam gloves over her leather gloves. She sprays my ass with water and then picks up a container of table salt. As she begins to rub the salt into my now bloody ass I scream myself hoarse. The pain is unimaginable.

She pulls off all the clothespins as I whimper and shriek. It isn’t over yet. She takes a smoke break and once again takes me into an almost hypnotic state with her gloves and cigarette. Those gloves and her glorious cigarette are a promise of pleasure to come if I endure this one night of hell. “Just think darling, tomorrow you will be my pink satin princess licking my filthy cunt and ass”. She tells me to relax a few moments and that she will be right back. I hear her dragging something across the floor. It is an IV pole with a two-quart enema bag hanging off it with the Bardex retention nozzle.

I know what she is about to do but before I can scream out no she stuffs a ball gag into my mouth. I hear her walking down the stairs and am suddenly gripped with terror. I fear what she is about to do far worse than the cane.

When she comes back she has a gallon of water, a bar of ivory soap and a bag of crushed ice. I watch as she puts the ice in the enema bag and then mixes the water and soap. My ass is already sore and burning from the ginger root. I feel her pulling out the ginger and inserting the nozzle next. She squeezes the air bulb and inflates the nozzle as large as it will go and begins the enema. I feel like my intestines are trying to squirm into a knot to keep warm as the soapy ice water flows into my bowels. Despite the freezing cold I begin to sweat and then begin to try and break the steel restraints holding me in place as I scream into my gag. She refills the bag and the flow starts again. The cramps are unbelievable and I desperately need to void.

As I suffer and cry she pulls up a chair and sits in front of my face lighting another cigarette. “Look at the cigarette in my glove darling, look at the pretty, all white cigarette, look at my lip stick on the filter”. “Look at my glove darling, my beautiful, shiny, black leather glove”. “Think of the pleasure the glove will give you soon darling”.

She tells me I have only to endure until she finishes smoking three more cigarettes. The sight of her beautiful face, her long pretty cigarettes and her incredible gloves comforts me as I suffer the cramps. She removes the gag and asks me is she is worth all the suffering as she caresses my face with those glorious gloves. As she blows smoke in my face I manage to whimper out “Yes mommy, anything for my leather mommy”. After her third cigarette she keeps her word and unbinds me. The walk down the stairs to the bathroom with the inflated nozzle still in place is agony. As I follow her down the steps I let out a moan when I notice the brown stains in the back of her plastic panties.

At long last we reach the bathroom. She makes me kneel in the tub as she deflates the nozzle and removes it. She then takes a seat on the toilet, lights a cigarette and orders me to hold it in until she is done smoking one more ciggie. “Hold it in like a good sissy or it is back up to the attic for more”. She is laughing at me as she watches me struggle to hold it in.

Her cigarette seems to last forever to me. When at long last she finished she had me open my mouth and once again chew and swallow the butt. Only then did she give me permission to use the toilet. As I sit on the toilet she tells me to still hold it a little more while she starts a bath for me. I watch as she puts the stopper in and opens the cold-water tap. As the bath fills with cold water she stands in font of me and gives me permission to expel the enema.

There is to be no privacy as I empty my bowels. She simply stands above me commenting on every splash and fart. It takes me almost half an hour to void it all and she is getting impatient with me. I am an “ungrateful little turd” for making her wait like that.

Once I was finished she told me to wait on the toilet while she dressed for my bath. I sat for another half an hour as she took off her leathers and put on her black latex “bath apron” and black latex gloves. First I had to stand and bend over for her to “wipe my heiny”. I feel my face blush deep red at the humiliation of being sixteen years old and having my mother wipe me clean.

Next she has me stand in the tub. The water is so cold it is a shock to just have my feet in it. She orders me to sit in it and then soaps me all over with her latex gloves. She can see I am now completely broken and gives me the mercy of making it a quick bath. I am also close to being in a state of hypothermia from the combined ice water enema and cold bath. As she towels me dry my teeth are chattering. “Don’t worry, you will soon be nice and warm in mommies’ bed”.

The little bathroom is right next to her pink satin fantasy bedroom. She takes me back into her room and strips off the latex apron and gloves. She is now naked except for those plastic panties. She has pair of leather bondage mittens, leather bondage belt and a leather ball gag prepared for me to sleep in along with an adult diaper so my ass won’t bloody the sheets.

“You have been such a good boy tonight I have a special treat for you before bed” she purrs. She puts me in the mittens and locks them to the belt and has me lie on her pink satin-sheeted bed while diapered. I watch as she pulls down the plastic panties for the first time. The room is immediately flooded with the smell of her over ripe pussy and ass. It is so strong it makes my eyes water but it also makes my cock get painfully hard. I then notice a small string hanging out of her pussy. She pulls on the string to remove a very bloody tampon. She then takes the bloody tampon and wraps a cigarette butt in it before holding it under my nose. The smell is enough to make me gag but she orders me to open my mouth and accept her gift. I do as I am told and soon the tampon is in my mouth along with the gag that will keep it there until morning. She pulls up her plastic panties and puts on a pair of silk stockings, satin garter belt and a pair of long pink bridal satin gloves.

My mouth is full of her taste and my nose full of the smell of cigarettes from the pillow stiffed full of them. She turns off the lights and gets into bed next to me. As she pulls the slipper satin sheets up over our bodies I moan into my gag. She then pulls the satin comforter over the satin sheet and I moan again as I feel the satin slipping and sliding over the satin sheet. She pulls me close to her and begins to use her satin gloves on my nipples as she licks and nibbles on my neck. Her breasts are pressed against my back and her silk stockings legs intertwined with my legs. It is my first little taste of the delights of Satin Mommy in months and despite the taste in mouth or maybe even because of it I am in heaven. Exhaustion soon kicks in and I fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter 3


I begin to wake up the next morning. I am almost shocked awake by the taste in my mouth and the feel of the satin on my skin. The clock on the table next to the bed is the only way to know if it is morning. The outside world doesn’t exist at all in mommy land. The windows are all blocked out. There is no television, no radio and no phone. There is only me and mommy in this world of satin, leather and latex.

I can hear her in the kitchen making breakfast. My ass feels like it must be raw hamburger and I needed to pee despite the worst morning erection I have ever had. Getting out of bed and using the bathroom without permission is not allowed. As humiliating as it is I simply pee in my diaper knowing she will be pleased by it. Even if I did get up I couldn’t use the bathroom in the bondage mittens.

If she doesn’t come back soon I will have to scream into my gag for her help. The taste of the tampon and cigarette butt in my mouth is starting to make me nauseous. I take deep breaths through my nose and pray she will release me soon. If her “gift” makes me sick Leather Mommy will be very angry. So angry she may just spend another full day torturing me. I want Satin Mommy today so badly.

I manage to hold it together as she walks into the bedroom and takes me out of the bondage mittens and belt. She then removes the gag and allows me to spit out the tampon into a plastic bag. She is wearing her pink satin robe and I take it as a good sign. Her first question of the day makes me blush. “So were you a little wetsy Betsy sweetie”? I just tell her in a small broken voice that I did “make wet in my diapie”. She tells me she will clean me up in the bath after breakfast. She has already had hers and brings me in sausage and eggs on a tray. She has me sit in a chair as she sits in front of me. I watch as she picks up a knife and fork and begins to chew my food. Once a mouthful is chewed she will seal her mouth to mine and let the food fall into my mouth. For the rest of the summer I will take every meal in this way.

I will not eat on my own. I will not pee unless it is into a glass jar as she holds it, I will not shit unless she supervises me and then wipes me. Most importantly I will never, ever touch my own penis as it belongs to her.

As soon as breakfast is over she will put the rubber apron and gloves back on and give me my bath. She has razors and two bottles of Nair ready. First she soaps me all over in the nice warm water with those black latex gloves. She lingers a long time as she soaps my cock but again stops before I gain release. She washes the blood from the night before gently off my ass and comments that a few gauze pads will have to be taped there for a few days. She is being so sweet and gentle today.

It takes over an hour to remove all my body hair. She dries me with a soft towel and takes off the apron and gloves and puts the satin robe back on. Now I sit in a chair in front of her vanity. She applies foundation, powder, eyeliner, eye shadow, false lashes, blush, lip liner, pink lipstick and then puts my gorgeous long blonde Barbie wig on my head. Before I am allowed to look she has to dress me. She starts with a pink satin garter belt and real pink silk stockings. The feel of the stockings sliding onto my legs sends shivers of pleasure up my spine. Next comes the pink satin party dress with flair skirt and pouf sleeves all adorned with dainty ribbons and bows. I moan as I feel the dress slide over my skin. How could I have ever dreamed of not wanting this? Next come my long pink satin gloves that she made herself out of two layers of acetate bridal satin. Then she slips my feet into cute little satin slippers with little heels and a satin bow near the toes. To finish she puts pink satin bows in my hair, ties pink ribbons in cute adorable bows on my wrists, garters and ankles.

I stand up and I as I look in the mirror I giggle and twirl swishing my satin skirt over the tip of my sissy wee wee. The last step is for me to hold up my skirt while mommy ties up the wee wee and sissy balls all up tight in darling satin ribbons.

The change is more than physical. I begin to prance and swish when I walk. I speak in a little girls voice as I giggle and throw sissy kisses at Mommy. I look at the gorgeous teen sissy slut in the mirror and feel my wee wee pulse rock hard as it strains against the tight ribbons. Every step I take sends shivers of satin pleasure through my body.

I am to sit quietly now looking in the mirror and holding my pretty Barbie dolly while mommy dresses for the day. While Mommy does her make up and dresses I watch as my sweet little satin skirt rises and falls because my naughty sissy wee wee is so excited. I want so much to touch it my satin gloves but I have to be a good girl and wait for mommy to touch it. I am quivering I am so excited while wondering if it will be satin mommy or leather mommy come to play with me.

I don’t have to wait long. Leather Mommy has come to play and she looks so pretty. Wearing just her thigh boots, stockings, leather garter belt and her gorgeous pleasuring gloves. The plastic panties are still on as well.

Mommy sits on the edge of her bed and demands a cigarette. I curtsy to her and take a VS 120 from the pack I just kissed. I bring it to her on a pink satin heart shaped ring bearer’s pillow and then kneel before her. As she has done thousands of times before she lights up and commands me to watch her smoke. My mouth is open and ready for her ashes. As I keep my eye on the cigarette she leans in close and reaches under my sissy skirt and begins to fondle my sissy wee wee. Her leather glove feels so good on my wee wee my eyes begin to glaze over. She keeps on talking about her cigarettes and gloves as she smokes. By the time she puts out her cigarette on my tongue I am almost ready to Cum. She stops playing with me before I have an accident that would stain my pretty dress. I then hold up my skirt while she squeezes out all the nasty pre cum into a tissue.

“Is my sweet little satin princess ready to serve her Leather Mommy”? I gasp out in my little sissy voice that I am ready. She has me lie on the floor with my head on three satin pillows and lowers an open bottom adult potty chair over my face. She removes the plastic panties and sits so her Vagina is sealed to my mouth. Mommy smells and tastes so powerful today. She is still on her period and with each passing second as my tongue works its magic her musk smell grows. My poor sissy wee wee feels like steel rod now. Leather Mommy is moaning and gasping for air as I suckle her clittie and thrust my tongue deep in her musky, filthy cunt. To make things worse she is using a feather duster on a pole to tickle my wee wee through my satin skirt now. As she tickles my sissy wee wee I begin to eat her pussy like I am possessed. I can feel the heat from her divine cunt now and know that it won’t belong before she gushes her woman cum into my sissy slut mouth.

She is moaning and crying out as she begins humping into my mouth. “Make Mommy cum you dirty sissy whore, make Mommy squirt you filthy slut. Mommy is a screamer and gushes into my mouth. I swallow every drop. I am not done however. Mommy then changes position and my mouth is sealed to her incredibly filthy anus. My sissy wee wee grows even harder as I fall into an almost trance like state of total submission to her. Poor Mommy is filthy and I can tell she didn’t even wipe for days. As I begin to lick her clean my beautiful leather mommy begins grinding her ass into my mouth. She is moaning harder than when I lick her pussy. I can feel it on my tongue that she is about to relax and let her anus gape wide open. As soon as she opens I thrust my tongue deep into her filthy asshole. I am licking her out inside and Mommy lets loose with a fart. I feel my wee wee twitch under my skirt and I breath in the aroma. Mommy has one nastier trick in store for me. From all the hours I have spent shoving giant dildos and even my gloved fist up her ass she can prolapse her rectum. I can feel her pushing hard now expelling my tongue. She pushes like she is straining to shit and soon her red, inflamed rectum is on the outside of her sphincter. I seal my mouth to it and swirl my tongue over her prolapse. She is now crying out, Oh God Baby doll, Oh,God, Oh God, you are so nasty. Lick it baby doll, suck on it hard. I suck and lick as she screams and moans. I can feel the juice from her cunt pouring down my neck as she has one anal orgasm after another. Once she is satisfied I watch as she stands up and shoves her distended rectum back inside her anus as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

I spend the rest of the afternoon bringing her cigarettes and massaging her stocking clad legs with my satin gloves. The clock now reads 4:30 and she takes off the leathers and slips her robe back on. She makes a quick dinner and feeds us, After dinner she puts a pink plastic apron on me over my satin dress and I do the dishes as she goes to change for the evening.

I know I did well today for leather mommy so I am pretty sure satin mommy is about to come play. The question is will it be Pink Satin Mommy the giver of pure mind bending pleasure or will it be Black Satin Mommy the Tickletrix.

As I finish up in the kitchen I hear her heels clicking behind me. I gasp when I see her. It is Black Satin Mommy in all her glory. She is in a long blonde wig., black satin strapless mini dress with a flair skirt, black silk stockings, six inch pumps and wearing her special bridal satin black gloves. The ones she made with slits at the fingertips to expose her long, deadly false nails painted blood red. I can only gulp at the sight of her.

She beckons me back into her bedroom. All her tickle toys as she calls them are laid out for her use. Feather dusters adorned with satin bows, pom poms that are made up of streamers of hundreds of satin ribbons. Some with satin hair bows at the tips. Others are pom poms made up of big satin bows with the tips coming to points so they will tickle more.

The pink satin basket on the table next to the bed if filled with the Eve 120’s she will smoke during my torture session. Black Satin Mommy almost never speaks. She unzips my dress and leaves me in only my silk stockings, garter belt and gloves. I lie on the bed on my back and assume spread eagle position for my wrists and ankles to be tied with satin sashes.

Next she draws up a pink satin sheet over body with the shiny side against my skin. As always it begins with the lighting of a cigarette. She sits on the bed and picks up a pom pom made of the smallest satin ribbons. She starts by tickling my face with the pom pom as she smokes. Black Satin Mommy speaks in whispers when she does speak. “Lie perfectly still”. I try my best but it is so hard. The satin ribbons feel nice on my face but also tickle in a way that is maddening. The human brain interprets the feeling as insects crawling on the face. It causes a desperate desire to scratch away the feeling. She begins using both gloved hands with various pom poms to increase the sensations.

It is a lot like the Chinese water torture. I struggle against the satin sashes in vain as I want more than anything in the world to simply scratch my face. She has no mercy and keeps at it for over an hour. Once she begins on my sides, tummy, under arms, thighs and my feet using those nails I will wish she was still working on my face and neck. As she starts in my tummy I begin to laugh and shriek as I attempt to twist my body away from her reach. After three hours of non-stop tickling with her nails she pulls the satin sheet off of me and begins using the satin pom poms on my bare skin to stimulate new nerves. Again I shriek, laugh and struggle. The satin feels so good on my skin that it is an overdose of pleasure. By the time we are six hours in I am broken. I can no longer struggle or laugh. The pom poms begin giving a sensation of pure ticklish pleasure and I begin to moan. She continues to smoke and tickle me for another full hour.

When it is over she will untie me and hold the pee jar for me. I hug her and love the feel of her satin dress as I urinate into the jar. Next I unzip her and we crawl into bed together as mother and sissy daughter. Both still in stockings and satin gloves. Mommy holds me close and I feel her tongue snake into my mouth. As we kiss she fondles my wee wee gently with her satin gloves. She then has me lie on my side and suckle her gorgeous swollen nipples until she orgasms. Before I fall asleep wrapped in satin and her arms she tells me she loves me. “I love you too Mommy”.

Chapter 4


It is the next morning and once again the morning rituals of breakfast, bath and make over are followed. Today she doesn’t put me in a dress. That can only mean one thing. Pink Satin Mommy will be playing with me all day and night. As Mommy is tying up my sissy wee wee and balls she pulls the ribbons extra tight. I also know what that means. A day spent on the edge of release that will not be granted. Once again I sit in front of the mirror holding my dolly and wait for her to dress.

She whispers in my ear for me to turn and look at her. Mommy is once again in her long blonde wig. She has on a pink satin little girls dress cut to show off her cleavage. Gorgeous pink silk stockings with pink ribbons on her garters. Her long false nails are painted pink to match her pink gloves. Her face is made up in shades of pink and she is just dripping allover in baby pink satin ribbons and bows. She looks like a gorgeous, demented adult little girl. She has satin gowns, panties, more gloves and the tickle pom poms all laid out.

I lie on the bed of satin and put my legs slightly apart and my arms out to the sides. She describes it the position of Crucifixion. Once I am securely tied she stuffs my nose full of Cigarette butts. It is so the constant smell of the butts will make me worship her cigarettes ever more deeply as I suffer pleasure so intense that what regular crucifixion is to pain this crucifixion is to pleasure.

I watch as she slowly pulls on those shimmering pink satin gloves made of acetate bridal satin. She lights a long white cigarette and then slowly slips a pink satin ball gown over my body so the shiny slide slips and slides. She pulls back part of the skirt so she has access to the dull side of the bridal satin leaving a shiny side on my skin. She begins as always with my nipples. She flicks her satin clad fingers quickly over both nipples. The nerves in my nipples run right to my wee wee and she is driving me crazy. My wee wee is rising and falling all on its own under the satin just stimulating the head. Hour after hour the room if filled with the sound of satin slipping and sliding over satin and my moans and soft cries of “Mommy, Ohh mommy”. She uses the panties, gloves and pom poms all over my chest rubbing them on the dull side.

When she does move to my wee wee she begins to use the pouf sleeves of the satin gown to tease it. Every five minutes or so she squeezes out the pre cum so I won’t get “boy dirt” as she calls cum and pre cum on the satins. She spends an hour just tickling my wee wee and balls with the pom poms of ribbons. Time and time again I reach the edge only for her to stop before it is too late. Hour after hour it goes on. The only time it stops is for bathroom breaks and a dinner break.

By the time it is almost midnight she knows the slightest touch on my wee wee will trigger orgasm. Pink Satin Mommy is so sweet and gentle and she tells me that she is sorry about what she is going to have to do next. She unties me and allows me to urinate in the jar before bedtime. My wee wee goes soft as I pee. Once I have gone pee pee mommy wipes me with a tissue and has me lie on my back.

She then slips a small satin drawstring bag over my cock and balls. Once it is tied in place I won’t have room for more than a half erection at most. Before falling asleep in her arms that night she would do everything she knows turns me on in bed. She even gives my anus a good licking knowing my wee wee was trying to stiffen but couldn’t. She calls this treatment “bagging”. After three months of not Cumming and two days of endless tease and denial I can actually feel the pressure in my prostate gland. My balls are feeling sore and I am having pains that seem to shoot into my tummy.

The next day is a repeat except for a few additions. Pink Satin Mommy is back for another day. This time in a hot pink satin Marylyn Monroe gown and gloves. My wee wee is still bagged and now I have a huge vibrating butt plug in my ass to stimulate the production of even more ejaculate. Once again I am bound in the crucifixion position.

Hour after hour she slips and slides the satins over my body as she chain-smokes her cigarettes. In a soft, sweet voice she talks endlessly about the pretty, soft, slippery satin, her gloves and about her pretty cigarettes. I moan and writhe in pleasure even as my wee wee is in agony. It is so bad that I begin to cry. She asks me what is wrong and I tell her that my wee wee is hurting.

She tells me to just relax and to be her, “Brave little princess”. Before she is done for the night she informs me that Leather Mommy has a client coming in tomorrow and that Leather Mommy will give me a chance to earn a nice, complete milking.

That night in bed I lick her ass and pussy before falling into a fitful sleep. I know the next day is going to be pure misery.

Chapter 5


The next morning mommy takes extra time making up my face and hair. She slips me into white silk stockings and a white satin communion dress. She puts a silver chain on my neck with a silver Crucifix. The pink satin bag that is keeping me from getting a full erection is replaced with a white satin bag that is so small I won’t even be able to gain a partial erection.

Once again I sit and stare at myself in the mirror as she does her make up and dresses for the day. Mommy went all out and is wearing a leather mini dress, crotch high lace up boots and shoulder length k** gloves. She informs that her afternoon client is one of the special ones. Special as in he confessed to certain taboo desires. I have been participating in sessions with her “special” clients since I was five years old so I know the drill well.


Even with her regular clients I would participate. She would blindfold them and put earphones on them so they wouldn’t know it was a five-year-old sissy boy in a satin dress giving them head. The special clients always make me nervous. Male p*******es are always creepy and usually expect one of the incarnations of mommy to put on a truly bizarre show for them.

She tells me that “Father Jason” will be showing up around 2:00PM. I have an hour to sit and wait until the “Father” shows up. She does this intentionally so I have time to think about what might be coming. Time for the anticipation and dread to build. Just to make the waiting worse she informs me that Jason wants to see me humiliated and degraded in the worst way imaginable.

Over the years there have not been many special clients but all of them were memorable. The first long term special client was Robert also known as Auntie Roberta. I was just seven years old when she met him. Robert was just twenty years old and a trust fund baby. He liked to be dressed is satin maids uniforms.

She finds her special clients by ordering her submissives to confess all their dirty, secret desires as she masturbates them. Robert had a fetish for pre teen little boys dressed as girls. Mother took Robert for the ride of his life and exploited his desires even worse than she did my fathers.

Robert lived in Greenwich CT. His father was a CEO of some huge corporation. Between the ages of seven until I was eleven years old I was Roberts favorite play toy in bed. The first time I ejaculated when Roberta was sucking my cock he lost interest. I was a good little whore for “Auntie Roberta”. I must have made Mommy close to $100,000 on Roberta alone.

Roberta also had a few “contacts” that, meant more special clients for Princess Barbie. Men I came to think of as “funny uncles”. There were about ten of them over the years. Most were easy tricks and just wanted me to suck them off.

The worst of Roberta’s special contacts was the couple that had a daughter a year younger than I was. Mommy would send me to them for weekends and she would get their daughter. An even up trade no money involved. I met “Doll” a few times. The poor little girl was a blank slate. The lights were on but nobody was home.

Jim and Sylvia as I knew them ran their own business. It was a Funeral Home. Jim was a creepy middle-aged man who would wear satin shirts and pants. Sylvia had an Elvira queen of the dark vibe. I had to lie on a steel table still and be quiet, as they would do my make up and dress me. I don’t remember a lot about them. I guess I just don’t want to remember.

I do remember one day they returned me and picked up Doll. I had a total melt down and the exchanges stopped. As I sit and wait for “Father Jason” the communion dress and crucifix are bringing up some very bad memories I had buried. Buried was a very poor choice of words.

There is a knock on the door downstairs. Before she heads on down to let him in she warns me not to disappoint her or I will be in that fucking bag for the next year. Usually she takes them up to the attic. This one she brings into the satin room. He is dressed as a Catholic Priest and is holding Bible.

His trip is watching me do penance. My penance is serving first as a human toilet for Leather Mommy. I watch as he gets out his dick and began beating off as I lick Leather Mommy’s nasty cunt. Mommy begins pissing in my mouth and the trick begins to moan. Leather Mommy orders me to lie on the rubber sheet on the floor and squats above my face. “Open your slut mouth for Jesus princess and take your Communion”! The fucker is reading from his Bible about Hell and Brimstone as Leather Mommy shits in my mouth.

The taste is horrible and I just try and swallow it down as fast as I can. I know from hard experience not to disappoint mommy when we are with a trick. The last time a trick wanted this scene I was nine years old and failed to swallow. I paid for it every day for a month. Not as her precious princess but as Johnny, a hated and despised male c***d. For an entire month there were no pretty pink satin dresses or wigs. Just endless whippings, ice enemas and bondage in positions that made my arms and legs cramp.

Leather Mommy is dangerous. She can use her k** gloves and cigarettes to inflict unimaginable pleasure to her satin princess. She can also become psychotic and inflict pain on the “the filthy boy” that is even more unimaginable. She is also a total whore and loves money. If a trick is willing to pay $1,000 an hour she will do anything he wants. She has the morals of an alley cat in heat.


The session with Jason ends when I suck off his pathetic little dick as he recites the Lords Prayer. I spend the rest of the day and all evening eating her pussy and fucking her in the ass with my fist.

Chapter 6


It is morning again and by this point I feel sick. My wee wee wants to get hard but that damn bag won’t allow the slightest erection. Once again there is the breakfast where she feeds me from her mouth. The bath and shave in her latex apron and gloves. She puts me in very heavy make up today and instead of sissy satins she dresses me in black latex stockings, garter belt and gloves.

Rubber Mommy is about to arrive. What Leather Mommy is to pure sadism Rubber Mommy is to sick perversion. I haven’t known Rubber Mommy long compared to Satin mommy or leather mommy. I was ten when one of her clients introduced her to latex fetish. The outfits and extreme gear weren’t even available in the U.S. then. As her fetish for latex grew so did mine.

Once again I have time to sit and reflect because it takes her forever for her to get into all that latex. My hands are free so I could just pull off that white satin bag now and beat off. I won’t do it because she would know. Even with “Normal Mom” touching myself like that would bring on a nightmare I don’t even want to think about.

I am starting to wonder if my mind is now as cracked as hers. Most of the time when I am dressed in the satins I become a swirling, twirling prissy little dingbat. It is when I have time to think as I wait when the analytical part of my brain takes over. God, I am now 6’6 tall now and she is 5’4. It isn’t like when I was a helpless three year old.

The answer is Pavlov. Pavlov was a psychologist who taught dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell. I have been taught to salivate at the sight of a cigarette in a leather, satin or latex glove.

I also know that if I give in for the first few weeks of summer and submit her base personality will eventually kick in at least for a while. The broken little girl is also a satin princess. My pink satin mommy, that I am so in love with and would die for.

I spent so many hours at the public Library after school last year reading every psychology text in the library. Looking for any information I could find on fetishism, i****t between mother and son and anything that could explain my situation.

I now have a college level knowledge of psychology but learned next to nothing about my situation. Sigmund Freaking Freud had a lot to say about “paraphilia’s” and the root causes in c***dhood but nothing on a case as extreme as mine. After reading about a hundred books I found a few descriptions of men becoming leather fetishists because mommy gave them a hug while wearing a leather coat. If that is all it took for most males to gain a fetish then what the hell am I? All that research and I just feel even more isolated. I know about fetish. The magazines “Mommy” makes me read and look at are proof it exists. Rubber Life, Bitches with Whips, Atom Age, Satin and Stays, The Centurion Catalogs. She also has a collection from Roberta that could get her twenty to life in a federal penitentiary.

Mommy is forty years old now but she is what would be called a MILF these days. The hot older woman known as a Mother I want would love to fuck. Mommy is still gorgeous. Her tiny little waste, big ass and D cup tits with huge nipples. Her soaking wet pussy. I was thirteen when she had an emergency abortion. Pink satin mommy loves to fuck and she loves to fuck her pink satin princess best of all. I was seven years old when she began fucking me with both of us in matching little pink satin dresses. I could cum endlessly before I turned eleven. There was no semen but the feeling was there. I would have between thirty to one hundred dry orgasms a day from her gloves, her mouth, her vagina and her ass.

Johnny never once got any pleasure from her. Not once was she even human towards Johnny. I hate that name. In male mode I want to be John. I have to survive in the real world as John. By calling me Johnny she is trying to break me even while I am protecting her secrets. I want to hate her but I can’t.

I am having one of those rare moments of being lucid now despite being in the hair, make up and latex fetish wear. It’s how I keep whatever sanity I have left. I hear her coming now.

She is wearing, latex stockings, black latex mini dress with a flare skating skirt and long black latex gloves. I follow her up to the attic to the little “clinic” area. There is a gynecological exam table with stirrups that my father had liberated from the hospital where he worked. The table is covered with a shimmering black latex sheet. The area is walled off with black latex curtains.

I lay back on the table and mommy uses heavy leather restraints on my wrists and ankles. The IV pole is set up with two bottles full of her urine with cigarette butts floating in it Tubes run from the bottle and lead into a ball gag. Once I am gagged she will release of drip feed of her urine into my mouth. She then stuffs my nostrils full of her Cigarette butts.

She has the back of the table raised so I will be able to watch her work. Between the visual stimulation of seeing her all in latex and the smells and tastes I am being subjected to my poor wee wee is going crazy in the satin bag.

At long last the bag is removed and she begins stroking my wee wee with latex gloves that are so slippery no lube is required. I am erect in an instant and she stops stroking me. Tears are pouring down my face as she prepares a urethral catheter.

“Just relax darling, before I milk you I am going to drain your bladder”. She explains the catheter will also make my urethra more sensitive and stimulate my prostate to increase the sensations of orgasm.

The catheter hurts terribly as she pushes it into my bladder. She is holding a Tupperware bowl to drain my urine into. It is the strangest sensation as my bladder empties outside of my control though my erection. Once my bladder is empty she pulls out the catheter in one swift motion making me scream into the gag.

“Almost time for you milking darling, just relax”. She takes a latex tourniquet, the kind doctors use to tie off an arm to draw blood and wraps it around my wee wee and balls so tightly that my wee wee and balls are turning purple the veins are bulging. She shoves a huge vibrating dildo up my ass and is now ready to milk me. Of course she has to be smoking and lights two Virginia Slims 120’s. One to smoke and the other to hold in the gloved hand she is going to milk me with. She is blowing smoke at my face as she begins stroking my erection holding a cigarette in the glove doing the stroking. I am now moaning into my gag. The visual of that cigarette going up and down on my wee wee is driving me crazy. Her latex gloves feels so incredibly good. Just as I am about to cum she slows down and begins teasing the just the sensitive head. She just continues playing with just the head until both cigarettes and down to the filter.

She stops stroking me and lights another cigarette and puts a dollop of lube on my wee wee. She climbs onto the table commanding me to watch her smoke. Rubber Mommy then lowers herself onto my steel like erection letting it sink into her divine vagina ever so slowly.

It has been so long since I have been inside my lovely mommy. She begins to slowly fuck me as she smokes her beautiful all white cigarette. By the time the cigarette is half smoked she is fucking me like a piston. Mommy is moaning and screaming and I know she is having orgasm after orgasm. Just as her cigarette in almost down to the filter my legs begin to shake. Mommy is now fucking me like she is possessed and just as I start to cum she stabs the burning tip of the butt into my underarm. I am screaming into my gag from the feeling of what must be a half a quart of cum shooting into her pussy and the pain of her grinding that butt out into my underarm.

She hops off my wee we and grabs my wee wee and continues pumping me until I cum again and I still stay hard. She never lets up and by the time I am about to Cum a third time my wee wee is so sensitive I can’t stand it. She is paying extra attention to the sensitive head. I am whimpering and struggling in my bondage as she endlessly milks me.

I have orgasm after orgasm and each one is more painful than the last. Even if I go soft she will keep adding lube and stroking until I am hard again. Even when I begin to cum dry she keeps going. For six long hours she keeps at it. Mommy has no mercy.

The first thing she does when it is at last over is remove the gag. I manage to tell her I need I need to go pee pee. She just smiles and puts on a pair of sterile surgical gloves and the jams another catheter into my bladder. It hurts so bad I scream. That was a mistake because after my bladder is empty she begins yelling at me for being so ungrateful and starts bitch slapping my face with her latex gloves.

Once I am in tears again she manages to get my wee wee hard one last time and manages to make me dry orgasm again. At long last it is over. When she releases me from the restraints I have trouble moving. My arms and legs have fallen asleep and I have to drag myself down the stairs.

She cleans me up with a washcloth in the bathroom and then it if off to bed. She has latex sheets and the bed tonight and despite the hours of milking manages to get me hard one last time for a goodnight fuck.

The end Part 1