Mother in Law takes charge - fun fiction (part 3)

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The 45-minute drive was becoming very uncomfortable; My arms
were aching and beginning to cramp. My bound cock felt like
it was being cut in 2, and I was bursting. I needed the restroom
badly. Every bump on the road made me feel like releasing
my bladder. I felt the car slow to a stop; then I rolled forward
as it was put into reverse. I heard a garage door open, and
the car stopped, followed by the garage door closing
again. The door opened, and I was told to hurry out. I did my best, and June helped me stand and steady me. 

She closed the car door and guided me into The house. 

The smell was familiar, I had been there many times before. 

She led me into the kitchen; I could feel the cold tiles on my feet.

June told me I had been a good boy and that I should keep it up as she put a water bottle to my mouth and had me drink.

I plucked up the courage to ask for the bathroom. 

She stepped in close to me and grabbed
my balls hard, telling me that I was to address her as Mistress
of Miss June and that I had better try asking correctly. 

I re-asked my question as directed, and she let go of my
balls and grabbed my arm to guide me.

She slid the panties down and undid my cock turned me around
and sat me down. I blushed with embarrassment as she held
my now semi-hard cock down in the pan and told me to go. Instant
relief followed as my pent-up urine flowed free from my body.
When I’d finished, she shook me a couple of times.  

Then she made me kneel facing the toilet. 

Before sitting down and relieving herself. 

When done, she pulled my head forward; 

I could smell the toilet. She told me to clean
her. I didn’t understand till she shoved my face into
her and soon had me licking away the remnants of her piss.

 

She soon had me standing in the lounge. She placed a cold
chain around my waist, and I heard a clip. Then came some leather
around my ankles and two more clicks. Another chain was attached
between my ankles, and another was attached from that chain to the one
around my waist. My arms were released from the handcuffs,
and I moaned as I stretched them out and shook them. She let
me alone for a minute to let me loosen up, then told me to hold
my hands out in front of me. I  soon had leather manacles
padlocked to my wrist. A chain was running between the two.
The belt was removed from my neck and replaced with a thick collar with a leash

attached to one of the loops in the front. Then, a ball gag
was ***d into my mouth, before the scarf was removed from my eyes. 

I blinked heavily to adjust to the light.

 

My Mother-in-law took more pictures and sent them off. She told me to
follow her, grabbed the leash's end, and pulled. I
hurried along the best I could, considering how I was hobbled.

Luckily, the house was ranch-style, and there were no stairs
to navigate. She took me past what I knew to be her room to
a smaller room down the hallway. Once the door opened,
I could see the room was full of boxes and other
junk.

 

 She told me this would be my room, and over the
next couple of days, I would have to clear it out. The
sooner I got it cleaned out, The sooner I would get to sleep
on a bed.

Pulling on the leash again, she showed me into her room, which
was dominated by a king-size 4-poster bed. As she took me around
the bed, I noticed an overly large dog bed to one side. She
pointed at it and told me that’s where I would be sleeping
until I had got that room ready. I wanted to say so much and tell
her where to go, but my current circumstances wouldn’t
allow that.

 

 She led me back out to the kitchen and told me she was hungry,
 and I was to make her some hot food while she changed. 

I’m no stranger to cooking, as it was one of my favorite
pastimes. It would be difficult with my arms chained as
they were, but there was enough slack, so it wouldn’t be
impossible.

I busied myself in the kitchen; I made a simple pasta with
some crusty bread. I was putting the finishing touches
on the pasta when she returned. 

 

She was wearing a black silk negligee and heeled house slippers. 

The first thing she noticed was that I put two plates out. 

She tutted and put one back,  went under the sink, and brought out a dog bowl,
telling me this is where my food goes until she says otherwise.
Feeling pretty miserable, I dished out the pasta onto the
one plate and scooped the rest into my bowl.
Pointing to the floor, I was ordered to kneel; my gag was
removed, and the drool was wiped away from my chin. 

I was ordered to eat without using my hands. It was
a messy affair, but I was hungry, and I managed to eat it all.

June ate in silence, and when she was finished, she ordered 

me to clean the dishes, and not in the dishwasher. 

All the time, she sat and directed me, telling me how pathetic I looked, 

with food all over my face.

 Once finished, I was told to kneel in front of her. 

She produced a cold washcloth and scrubbed my face,

 tutting all the time she was scrubbing.

 

I was ordered to stand, and she produced a
blindfold, which she slipped over my eyes.

 My leash was tugged, and I followed as carefully as I could.
I followed her through the house to a carpeted room, which
I soon realized was her bedroom.
Once stopped, my arms were raised above my head, and I was
told to stand on tiptoes. 

 

The chain connecting my wrists
was hooked on something above my head, and once I lowered
myself onto my flat feet, I was secured with my front against
what I figured was the bedpost. 

My mother-in-law started by telling me that though my behavior
was quite good for the first day, there was a lot of improvement
needed and that I needed to learn. I started to beg but was
told to shut up, or I would be gagged again, and this time it
would be till morning. This silenced me. 

She went on to explain that I was about to be punished,

 and she expected to be thanked for trying to teach me how to behave. 

I thought to myself, that wasn’t going to happen. 

 

That little rebellion
lasted five slashes with a cane. Fif*** slashes later,
I was sobbing and trying to stand up straight. After a short
break came some multi-strand whip, Which produced
sobbing from me. I felt movement on the bed, Then a buzzing
sound and sighing. My mother-in-law started talking breathlessly,
telling me how hot it was having a new toy to play with and
how she enjoyed seeing me broken and crying. She ridiculed
me till her passion took over, and she moaned and screamed
as she reached her climax.