Mommy’s Good Boy: Caged, Milked, Claimed and Renewed.

There are some sessions that end too quickly and this was one of them.

G is a quiet young man in his early thirties. He works in the corporate world and carries the weight of workplace stress on his shoulders.

This was our second time meeting.

During our first session, we explored prostate massage, nipple play, spanking and edging - just a taste of the possibilities.

This time, though, things felt hotter—more immersive, more connected.

He reached out to me over the weekend and when I asked about his desires for our next session, I could sense some hesitation in his replies. So, we set a time to talk on the phone.

The call was lovely - like catching up with an old friend. He opened up, relaxed and shared his craving to be submissive, to surrender fully to my control. We talked about the acts that turned him on, and together, we crafted a plan for his next session with me.

Today, he arrived right on time. After a long day at work, I could see the fatigue in his eyes and feel it in the way he moved.

I greeted him in something special—my sheer purple lace bodysuit, with cutouts along the sides and a deep plunging neckline that framed my cleavage like an invitation. I handed him a towel and sent him into the shower to rinse off the day.

When he stepped into my massage studio, warm and clean, I welcomed him with a lingering hug. He melted into me, and I took my time—pressing my body to his, stroking his back and hair as I aligned my heart chakra with his. I wanted him to feel safe, held and gently tethered to my energy.

After some soft words and easy laughter, I pulled back just enough to flash him a devilish grin. “So,” I purred, “show me your toys.”

He opened his backpack and began to pull out his collection—prostate massagers in a range of sizes, and then, a monster dildo that made my eyes light up. I couldn’t help the wave of excitement that rushed through me. He wasn’t new to these sensations. He knew what they were for—but now, he was here to surrender the power of his pleasure to me. So hot!

Then he dropped the towel.

And there it was—his cock, snugly locked in a chastity cage, nestled between his thighs.

I smiled, amused and thoroughly turned on.

The pink silicone glinted in the soft studio light, a silent symbol of his obedience. His cock twitched inside the cage, already straining, aching, eager—and completely under my control.

I stepped closer, slowly circling him like a predator savouring her prey.

“Mmm,” I murmured, letting my fingers trace lightly over his chest. “Such a good boy… already locked up for me.”

I could see the tension in his thighs, the way his breath caught. The anticipation was delicious.

He laid face down on my table, updating me on his work and how mentally drained he felt. He admitted he didn’t want to think for himself anymore. He wanted to escape his busy mind and surrender completely to pleasure.

As he spoke, his voice began to trail off, his words slowing as I swept my fingers lightly up and down the length of his back, over his shoulders, up along his ears, and down his neck and arms. He let out a sigh, and his body shivered at my touch.

Continuing with that feather-light, butterfly touch, I traced slow circles on his butt cheeks, then glided my fingers down the inside of his thigh, up his scrotum, between his cheeks, all the way up his spine to the back of his neck. I finished my trail delicately around his ears, watching his body melt under the spell of sensation.

I loved watching him respond—how his muscles softened into the table, surrendering with small involuntary spasms, moans and groans of pleasure. Every sound, every twitch, confirmed that he was beginning to let go.

He works a desk job and the tension he carried from the past few weeks was undeniable. His upper back was especially tight—his body a living record of stress.

I began the massage with sweeping effleurage strokes, light at first, then gradually deepening across his upper, mid and lower back. My fingers, thumbs and the edges of my palms worked methodically, kneading into the knots tucked between his shoulder blades, along his spine and into his lower back. I focused on releasing tension, improving circulation and softening the places where stress had taken root.

After thoroughly releasing his tight muscle fibres, I could hear his breathing shift—deeper, slower, more relaxed.

I moved on to his lower body, massaging his tight glutes, hamstrings, and calves. His glutes especially needed attention. Every time I pressed deeper, his gluteus maximus would fight back, resisting the release. But I know better than to meet tension with force.

The only way to soothe a firing muscle is to meet it with softness, not strength.

Using delicate butterfly touch around the surrounding areas—his hips, sacrum, coccyx, and hamstrings—I coaxed his body into surrender. After a few seconds, I returned to kneading his glutes, and this time, they yielded. He let out a sigh, his body finally releasing into my hands.

Now that his body and mind were relaxed, I could begin to play with his pleasure points—subtly, intentionally—building and heightening his arousal.

With the intention to build sexual energy, I focused inward. I imagined a fire kindling in my vagina, its flames licking up my spine, igniting my heart and surging out through my fingertips like streams of radiant heat.

Gliding my fingers extremely lightly along his inner thigh, I made my way toward his balls, teasing him first with indirect touch. I traced my fingers up his cheeks, soft at first, then gradually pressing deeper into his flesh, closer to his asshole—occasionally sweeping the built-up energy up his spine in slow, deliberate strokes.

After a few minutes of this torturous tease, his body was trembling with responsiveness. He arched his back, lifting his hips eagerly, making way for his growing cock still constrained in its cage. I loved hearing the sweet agony in his voice—every sigh, every helpless sound. He was aching for more, and I had no intention of granting him quick relief. I wanted him to savour it.

With his ass now firmly perked in the air, I caressed his cheeks, then surprised him with a few firm spanks. My palms kissed his skin with heat, spaced out in an unpredictable rhythm so he couldn’t anticipate when the next one would land. His moans and groans blended with the soft meditative music playing in the background, creating a hypnotic soundtrack to our scene.

Then I shifted gears.

“Lie on your back,” I instructed, my voice thick with command.

He obeyed immediately. I took his hand and placed it gently on my breast. His breath hitched, and he began to squirm, wriggling his hips and humping the air in desperation—his caged cock twitching with need.

I reached for my rope, slow and purposeful, and wrapped it around his wrists, tying each one to the table. As I leaned over him, I held his gaze.

“You want me to take control of you?”

“Yes... yes please,” he moaned.

Hovering above him, I leaned forward, letting my scent and full breasts float just above his face. He was trying desperately to bring his face closer, but he couldn’t, and I relished watching him struggle, completely at my mercy.

I ran my hands over my body, caressing my breasts through the lace cups of my bra, pulling gently at my nipples. The teasing was slow, deliberate, until I finally slipped my breasts free from the confines of my bra and let them fall softly onto his face.

I cradled my breasts on either side of his face, rubbing my soft, full flesh and hard nipples all over him, strategically avoiding his lips. Every time I brought my nipple close to his mouth, he eagerly reached, but always just missed. The frustration on his face was almost as delicious as the slow torture I was inflicting on him.

I did enjoy offering this kind of torment, but I wasn’t without mercy. I leaned forward once more, teasing him with my nipple as I fed it into his eager mouth. He latched on immediately, sucking hungrily, pulling me deep into him. A sharp moan escaped me as a jolt of pleasure shot through my nipple, straight into my clit.

I caressed his hair, my fingers trailing softly as I whispered to him, “Do you like my big nipples in your mouth?”

“Yes mommy yes!” he gasped, his hips jerking as he fought against his restraints. His desperation was palpable, and I fed him my nipples one by one, offering them to him repeatedly until I’d had my fill.

I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes left—fuck, there was still so much more I wanted to do to him.

I untie him and instruct him to get on his knees. “Worship my ass!” I demand.

He obeys, planting kisses, grabbing, and rubbing his face into my juicy ass. I grab the back of his head and push his face deeper into me, his tongue trying to explore my flesh as I bounce my ass on his face.

With my hand still on the back of his head, I bend over, reaching between my legs to grab his balls, massaging and teasing as he worships my fat ass. He gasps for air, moaning at his inability to have a full erection.

With 15 minutes left, I instruct him: “Get on the table, on all fours, head down, ass up.”

“Yes mommy,” he replies, excitement trembling in his voice.

“You know what I’m going to do to you now?” I ask, with a firm spank, “I’m going to fuck your ass, stretch that tiny asshole and milk your cock for every last drop of cum. Are you ready to get fucked like the good boy you are?”

“Omg yes mommy, I’m so ready!” he begs, his voice dripping with anticipation.

I don the latex gloves, coat my fingers with lube, and insert them slowly into his welcoming tight ass. He’s so ready for me, it’s easy to slip in two fingers, sliding slowly in…out….in…. out gently gliding over his prostate.

He’s moaning now, his pleasure escalating.

“My cock is leaking, mommy,” he gasps.

“That’s good, baby, keep leaking for mommy. I love that! I think you’re-ready for three fingers today.”

“Yes, please, mommy. I want you to fist me!”

“Hmm, not yet. Let’s work our way up to you taking my fist in your ass. Today, you’ll take three. And if you’re really good, I’ll give you four.”

I slide my third finger into his ass, stretching him, his moans of pleasure echoing as I spank him periodically and flick his nipples with my other hand. I fuck him harder and harder, deeper and faster, each thrust building sending him over the edge.

Taking one of his large prostate massagers, I insert it into his ass and turn on the rotate and vibrate functions. As the toy rotates inside him, I push it deeper, slowly gliding it in and out, stretching him wider.

With eight minutes left, I am determined to spend every remaining moment giving him exactly what he craves - a mind-numbing, full-body, leg-shaking orgasm.

With the toy rotating deep in his ass, I remove my gloves, wipe my hands with sanitizer, and grab the key to his cage.

Dangling the keys in front of his face, I ask, “Do you want me to let you cum?”

He can barely answer now, his mind consumed by surrender. He nods, his body trembling with desire.

I unlock his cage, slipping the lock off at the base. His cock instantly grows- thick and hard. His balls hang heavy, swollen, full of cum - just for me.

Returning my attention to his ass, I slide the toy in and out slowly… gently…deeper…faster.

“I want you to watch your cock drip as I milk you from behind. You’re not allowed to cum yet,” I command.

Letting out a deep moan, he whispers, “Y-yes mommy…I’ll try.”

“Good boy, hold it in for mommy. I know you’re close, but hold it for me, baby.”

Cupping his balls in my hand, I massage and tug gently.

“You’re going to give mommy a lot of cum today, aren’t you?”

When I finally touch his cock, he stiffens. His veins pop and pearls of cum threaten to leak freely from the head of his cock. His breath hitches, shallow and ragged, as I stroke him rhythmically from the base of his shaft to his head.

The air is thick with anticipation, the music fades and the only sounds that matter are his laboured breathing and the faint hum of the vibrating toy sliding in and out of his ass.

I see him struggling to hold back the orgasm that's been building and he's done so well giving himself to me.

“Cum for me, baby,” I urge, my voice low and commanding.

“Give me all your cum. Show me what you’ve been holding for me.”

His eyes snap shut, his head tosses back, and with a guttural groan, he surrenders.

The first jet of cum erupts from him, thick and creamy as I pump his cock relentlessly. Strand after strand shoots out, each one landing with a glisten on my white sheets.

“So much cum,” I murmur, awe lacing my tone. “You’re such a good boy, emptying your cock for me. Every drop belongs to me.”

His body jerks with each pulse, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white.

I can feel his heat, the slickness of his cum coating my fingers as I continue to milk him, extracting every last drop. His moans are unrestrained now, a mix of relief and overwhelming pleasure.

I slide the toy out of his ass slowly, relishing his faint whimper as he clenches around the absence.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press a lingering kiss to his damp cheek, then his forehead, my lips soft against his flushed skin. “You did so good, baby,” I murmur.

He collapses onto the table, trembling. My nails trail lightly down his spine, then through his sweat-damp hair.

“That was… you were…,” he pants, his voice raw with spent desire. “So firm… but so soft. How…?”

He melts into the table with a groan, and we linger in the quiet. My fingers sketching circles on his back, his chest rising and falling like waves after a storm.

Finally, he pushes himself up, eyes hazy but bright. His arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug so tight I can feel his heartbeat thudding against mine.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck. “I needed… this.”

“You're welcome, I had so much fun,” I say, smiling as I pat his ass toward the shower.

When he emerges, clean and grinning, we share one last embrace.

His energy hums against me - calmer now, but energized, renewed and ready for the week ahead.