Mother Knows Best (fiction)

Chapter 1:
The Way To Eden

"Oh my god!"

I was lying on my bed, my slacks to my ankles and my penis in my hand, masturbating. My mother stood in the doorway, staring at me with eyes glazed. She had just walked in, without bothering to knock, like she always did, after coming home so quietly I hadn't heard her. A scene most kids have to experience at least once during their adolescent years. In my case, however, it was a beginning of a something much bigger.

"I mean…" my mother stammered. "I should have… I mean, I'm sorry."

Before I had a chance to say anything my mother rushed away and shut the door behind her.

"Fuck…" I said out loud and looked at the ceiling. 

No one mentioned the incident but I noticed my mother keeping her distance to me for a few days. For obvious reasons I didn't mention it either. Me, my older sister and my mother acted like nothing had happened even though I had a feeling my sister had drawn her conclusions. I thought the whole thing would blew over and be forgotten. But I was wrong.

A week later my mom came to my room again as I was reading, and told me she had something to say. I put the book away and she sat on the bed beside me.

"I want us to discuss about the thing that happened a week ago", she said in a calm manner. I felt myself blushing and heart starting to race. I had feared something like this. "Mom, we don't have to…"

"No, we do", she said with a firm voice. "I reacted badly to it, and I apologize. That kind of reaction could have made you to think there was… something wrong in it. I want to assure I don't think there is. And I'd hate to think it is something you feel you have to hide from your own mother."

I looked at her, unable to know what to say. "Sure, mom. Anything you say." I just wanted her to leave my room, and get out of this conversation awkward beyond belief.

After our conversation things took… well, strange turn in our household. Almost every time I was masturbating my mother and my two years older sister who still lived at home begun to walk into my room. 

There was also another weird thing I noticed. The thing was, my libido was getting stronger. That meant I was more horny and felt a need to masturbate more often than before. Previously, once a day had been a good number for me, to let out steam, and to be able think something else than girls. But now I had to do it two or three times a day.

What was even stranger was the fact that my mother and sister didn't seem to even notice I what I was doing. They did whatever it was they had come to my room to do, and then left. The fact I had my hard cock in my hand didn't seem to bother them a slightest bit. Often they left the door open as they left, so that I had to go and close it in order to be able to continue.

I was wondering whether they had agreed by themselves they would not react badly to it anymore, and therefore would keep their cool about it. I didn't ask them anything about it though, because the situation was strange enough as it was. The fact they happened to visit my room every time I did it, was odd, though.

Even though it didn't seem bother them the situation did bother me. I finally I took it up with my mother. I asked her whether I could have a lock on my door, or could they at least… well, knock? I didn't have guts to say anything else about it, but it was clear we both knew the reason for my request. 

My mom looked at me and sighed.

"Honey, I hoped I had raised you well enough for you to understand there are no secrets in this house", she said. "Don't you remember what I told you? You masturbating isn't something you need to hide from me, from your sister, not from anyone. It is completely natural and healthy. Not something you need to do behind closed doors."

I looked at her not knowing what to think about. 

"And no, that was not a figure of speech. In fact I feel it's a bit sad you feel you have to hide your masturbation from the closest people in your life. As matter of fact it would mean a lot to me as well as your sister, if you stopped closing your door as you do it."

"What? Mom, you can't be serious?"

"I am being serious. I would like you to start masturbating with the door to your room open. That way we wouldn't walk in on you, and you would be able to finish without interruptions."

"Jeez, mom. That's… I mean, I don't know whether I can."

My mother looked at me and smiled. "Honey, just try it, at least for once. Do it for me."

I had to gather my courage for quite some to finally try it some days later. The whole thing felt insane, perverse, even a bit dangerous in a way, but it also turned on me slightly. 

I opened my door and listened. My mother was watching television, and my sister was doing something in the kitchen. I got on my bed, took my cock put and started to masturbate furiously, hoping to get it done before anyone noticed, and therefore having done what my mother had asked me to. 

A couple of times I heard my mother and sister talking to each other, someone even walking in the hallway near my room, making my heart race. I ejaculated as quickly and silently as possible. And then, not wasting a moment, wiped the pool of cum off my tummy and snuck to close the door. 

My heart was racing. What had I just done?

It took me some time to try it again. It seems after the ice had been broken it was easier to do it again after a week, and once again a few days later. Each time I enjoyed it more, the feeling of pulling one's cock with other people walking nearby, with the danger of being walked in on present at every moment. 

My bed was after all in the middle of the room, and anyone passing my room would be bound to see me. I even fantasized what it would be like if either of them walked in just as I had started to cum. Would I be able to continue at all, or what would happen?

Some time later I got to live that experience. I was laying on my bad, with my legs pulled up and spread wide. I had just had an incredible orgasm, and shot spurt after spurt of cum on my belly. I was still holding my hard cock by the base, breathing heavy and eyes shut tight. As I opened my eyes I saw my mother and sister standing at the door, with her hand on my sister's shoulder.

I looked at them, paralyzed. My sister looked slightly amused, but my mother was practically beaming. "See, honey?" my mother said. "There's nothing to be ashamed."

After that it became much easier. If they didn't think of it as anything, why should I then? Soon I started hiding I was watching porn on-line, if I was masturbating on my computer, and had it on with normal volume. If my mother and sister were offended by the sounds coming from my room they didn't say a thing about it. 

I didn't need porn to masturbate though, and I guess I was merely testing where would the line go when it came to open-mindedness with my mother and my sister. The next step was starting to masturbate without any clothes on, laying on my bed or sitting at my computer.

In fact, my mother once told me this was the method she preferred me to do it. After getting over her initial shock she understood now there was nothing to be ashamed in what I did. Being dressed and having only my dick out suggested I would be hiding it if anyone saw me.

"If you're completely naked, however", my mother explained to me. "There is no way you could prevent anyone seeing what you're doing, even if you wanted to. And you have every right to do whatever you want in your own room. So just on keeping what you do, honey. You have nothing to hide."  

Over time I became more and more accustomed to my mother or sister passing my room and sometimes glancing in as I was masturbating. At first it was hard for me to continue normally when this happened, but soon we had reached a point when I was able to keep on pulling my cock normally even when being watched.

"Honey, I was wondering if you could help me with the dinner in the kitchen", my mother would merely say. "After your finished that is. And wash your hands afterwards."

When I came to the kitchen ten minutes later, my face still a bit blushed, my mother would sometimes ruffle my hair as I begun to cut the vegetables, almost as if to say "Awww, good boy". In situations like this my sister would often snicker a bit looking at us, and seem amused.   

I couldn't help but wondering. Did I have the coolest family or what?


Chapter 2:
The Enemy Within

I had hoped my increased need to masturbate had been a passing phase, but this was not the case, quite the opposite. Soon I was masturbating four or five times a day, sometimes even more than that. 

The increase was even more embarrassing because my mother and sister knew exactly when I masturbated, even if I hadn't any porn on. Even if the walked past my door, the distinctive "spat-spat-spat" coming from my room was a tell-tale sign. 

I had graduated that fall, and  didn't study, which meant there was plenty of time for it, too. My mother wasn't working either, and spent most days at home or meeting her friends downtown. One could say we were well off. We lived in a midtown apartment on my father's inheritance, and had never had any financial difficulties.

Finally I mentioned this to my mother, since I felt it wasn't normal anymore. 

"Well, you have been very busy lately, I have noticed it, yes", she said. "Perhaps you should try to cut down it a bit?"

I took my mother's advice, and tried. However, it was easier said than done, and to manage to go even a day with only one orgasm seemed impossible. After eight hours I couldn't think anything else but cumming. Usually I failed and snuck into the toilet to relieve myself there, even though I remembered very well what my mother had said. 

Finally I realized there was no point to it, and stopped trying to cut it back. Besides, I was having my skip year, and I could spend my time just the way I wanted. Many of the kids I knew from the high school had moved away to study and even though I had some friends I wasn't that close to any of them.

Since I now seemed to have the need to masturbate once in four hours, I started spending less and less time with them or outside the house in general. It's difficult to have a social life, if you have to plan it so you can get to home early enough to masturbate.  After six months had passed most of my life was consisted nothing but.

My saw naturally aware of the situation and we discussed it occasionally. After all, she could see it with her own eyes every time she passed my room. Finally she informed she had find a place we could visit. She called the place "the clinic" and said if someone could help me, it was them. Naturally I was more than eager to do so.

The clinic had facilities across the country, including one nearby. We took a cab and as we got out we were in front of a posh looking hospital. The clinic had a cool statue in front of it and the security at the clinic seemed insane.

After I was being admitted I was told I would be under anaesthesia for the examination. I was also told I wasn't to leave my room for any reason. I thought all this was a bit odd, but everyone were extra nice to me, and assured it was a normal procedure. After I came to I felt groggy and had to stay at the clinic overnight.

A week later, after there hadn't been any noticeable effect, it was decided more tests would be needed, and I was admitted to the clinic again, this time for two nights. Again, everyone was extra nice to me, even though I don't remember much of this visit either, since I spent most of my time sedated this time as well. 

During my stay at the clinic my mother had bought a few new things to my room, which she said looked much too gloomy. All of the items were pink, I noticed, or had frilly things on them. I didn't mind, of course. They looked pretty.

In the course of next month I visited the clinic three more times, and each time my visit was a longer one. Each time I found something new in my room after returning more, and gradually my room went through quote a metamorphosis. 

Even though I valued the effort my mother put in my situation none of the visits had no effect on me. Soon masturbated eight to ten times a day.

The visits to the clinic continued, though. 

"But what's the use, mom?" I asked when we were driving to the clinic once more. This time I had been told I would stay at the clinic over a week, which seemed awfully long time. "All of these visit seem kind of pointless."

"This is for your own good," assured my mother smiling. "We're all doing our best to help you, honey."

Finally, after two more visits, I was told no further ones would be needed.

Otherwise things continued normally in our household, normal for our household at least. I helped my mother and my sister with household work and spent rest of the time pulling my penis in my room with the door open. My door was hardly never closed anymore, and my mother had sometimes joked about getting rid of it altogether. 

I also noticed my sister seemed to enjoy exposing me. Occasionally she invited some of her classmates from the university over, but gave no advance warning to me. The first time as this happened I was in the middle of masturbating when I suddenly several female voices unknown to me from the hallway.

"Jeez, you were right about your kid brother", I heard one say. I kept my eyes shut and kept going. This was my room, and I had the right to do in my room whatever I wanted. I heard the voices coming closer, apparently they were at the door. "Doesn't that freak you out at all?"

"Nah", I heard my sister say. "I think that's cute, in a way. He does it so often I have gotten used to it, truth to tell."

After my sisters friends had gotten used to me too, some of them took the habit of occasionally coming to my room to watch me masturbate. At first it felt weird, to do it in front of girls I hardly knew, but soon I got used to it. The attention I got this way felt kinda nice too.



What was even more hard to get used to was my mother occasionally doing the same. When that happened the first time I objected a bit.

"Mom, do you have to be there?" I said, trying to cover my erection.

"Honey, I am merely curious", my mother said smiling. "I am your mother. I have a right watching my own son masturbate, surely?"

"Yeah, I guess..." I said feeling unsure what I should say. "It's just hard to concentrate when you're there."

"Honey, some day there you may not have a choice. What if you some day get a girlfriend who likes to watch you do it? Like I said, there is nothing wrong about jerking off. And I want to observe how you masturbate, dear."

At first it felt incredibly weird, especially the fact she didn't only watch me, but also questioned me occasionally. What did I think to get turned on, how did it feel to masturbate, what I liked about it, what did it feel as my orgasm approached, and so on. My mother seemed to want to know as much about it as possible.

Even though it required a lot of getting used to I somehow managed, and over time my answers became longer than the normal one or two word grunts one would expect from a masturbating teenage boy. Soon I realized it turned me on, in some weird way, to be able or to be required to pour out one's innermost masturbation feelings.

One of the first times my mother sat in my computer chair several feet away resting her chin of fist, and observing me with an expression that was a mixture of interest and amusement. A few weeks later when I masturbating she once came to my room and sat on the edge of my bed, saying she wanted to have a better look. 

That required a lot of getting used to, since she was now only a couple of feet away from my cock I was masturbating furiously. Realizing it would make no use to complain I continued and managed put shoot a load on my belly. 

"Good boy" I heard her say a moment later, sounding slightly amused. "You relax now, I will go get you a hankie."

The next time she watched the whole process sitting beside me, one leg on her other knee, and reclining a bit, smiling an looking relaxed as ever. She was also rather inquisitive again, and I understood her sitting beside me wasn't going to be a one time thing. In fact it became her favorite vantage point from there on. 

That is, until she found a new one, which was reclining on her side so her upper body was next and above my head. In a way that was easier for me, since I didn't see her now, only heard her voice. On the other hand this position allowed her now and then to touch my hair, cheek on my ear. Considering I was usually burning up at that point it felt incredibly good.

It seems my mother noticed this as well.

"You like this?" she said, while her fingertips were wiping away slight perspiration from my forehead. I nodded, as I continued masturbating frantically, and heard her chuckle. "Good. I want you to feel good when you masturbate."

A week later her fingers found their way on my chest, as well. She caressed my nipples a while and then chuckled, as they got hard. A moment later I felt pain, and I realized she had dug her fingernails in one of them. Immediately my hand started moving faster.

"You like this?" I heard her say in a calm voice.

I nodded frantically. "Oh yes", I said, masturbating as fast as I could. "It feels so good."

"That's nice to know", I heard my mother say. Then, very gradually I felt her nails digging deeper into my nipples. I got a feeling she was trying to find what my pain threshold was. Under less than half a minute though, I had managed to shoot my load. 

"Good boy", I heard my mother's voice again. "We must try this next time as well. Would you like that honey?" I nodded, and tried to get my breathing down, and feeling the pain pulsating in my left nipple. 

True to her word, my mother tried the same time the next time, and again made me to shoot my load faster than usually. The next time after that one my mother realized that by adjusting her position a bit she could reach both of my nipples at the same time. The sensation it created was something quite indescribable.

"This really is quite handy", I heard say, keeping a tight grip on both nipple, making me masturbate furiously. "By a tight little grip like that I am able to cause such pain to you, and quite clearly make you insane with lust. I bet it won't take long until... Oh, there you go." Letting out a long series of grunts I ejaculated harder than I ever had been in my entire life.

Some time later, however, my mother noticed my nipples started to look red and irritated. Even though this made hurting them even more easy, she decided it would be better to let them be for a while.

Instead she started to use her voice more again. Also, she realized being practically next to my ear made it possible for her to whisper her comments and questions to me. There was times she kept whispering to me all through the process, making me sink deeper and deeper as I listened her voice.

"Yes, just like that" she would say. "Masturbate for me. Masturbate for your mommy. How many boys your age do you think are able to say that? You look so cute when you masturbate. Did you know that? You do. I just love to watch you do it. My son. My jerk off of a son. You're such a mommy's little wanker..." 

Depending on her mood she either guided me through with her monologues or started questioning me again, wanting to know what I was thinking or what I did I feel. Sometimes she didn't say a thing, which felt very ominous, and made me wish she'd ask me something again. When she finally did I felt so relieved and tried to be as thorough in my answers as possible.

The weirdest of all were the situations when my sister came into my room in the middle of this to ask mother something. It felt extremely weird listening their conversation about something having nothing to do with me, and keeping on masturbating at the same time. 

Usually the conversation made me feel I wasn't even present, or at least not masturbating in front of them. Sometimes the situation was too weird for me to be able to continue, but in some way just holding my cock and listening them seemed even more so.    


I only wished I would have had more to show. The thing was, there was also something else I had noticed, that worried me quite a lot. The same rate my horniness rose, my erections started to do the opposite. It had taken me quote a while to notice the whole thing, and I could only imagine i had been going on for quite some time. 

The good thing was my audience seemed to be amused by my impotence, at least where my sister's friends were concerned. The girls even started calling me "the kid sister", since they said I looked more like a girl now. I didn't mind it, of course. They didn't mean anything by it, and I was only happy to be able to entertain them. 

Also the lack of any kind erection seemed to be a continuous source of amusement to them, and occasionally they even wanted to take photos or little videos of me masturbating. At first I was somewhat reluctant, but since they all assured they wouldn't do anything with it, I thought there would be no harm done. 

My mother agreed, as well, when I mentioned the girls' request to her.

"I think you should be flattered", she said. "Not many boys at your age got so much interest from girls doing what you do. They have agreed not to do with anything with the videos, and that should be enough for you." Naturally she was right, and over time I got used to girls filming me occasionally, and started enjoy the attention I was getting more and more.

Naturally also my mother noticed what was happening to my erection, but didn't mention it first at all. Bit by bit though the subject started to find its way to her questions and little monologues. She didn't seem to mind it, though, which was a sort of relief for me.

She seemed to be especially intrigued how it felt to masturbate a partially limp dick, and how having one made me feel. I told her the truth. Since it didn't prevent me from cumming it didn't matter me much to one way or another me either. 

Over time my erection became less and less visible, until I remained totally limp as noodle from beginning to the end. Soon I hardly remembered what erections felt like anymore.


Chapter 3:
Coming of Age

About a month after my last visit to the clinic my mother came to my room. I was sitting at my computer, dressed this time. It seemed my mother had chosen on purpose a time when I wasn't masturbating. Immediately I understood she was here talk with me about something.

"Honey, there are few things I need to tell you", she begun. "It's something I have wanted to tell you for a long time, but the time hasn't been right, until now."

She want to sit on my bed and told me to join her. I sat beside her on the pink bed cover. 

"First of all, there is a thing about your father you don't know", my mother started, "He didn't die, we divorced. The money you think comes from his inheritance is in fact from the settlement money. Or rather, settlement money I invested, wisely I might add."

I had trouble understanding. "Settlement? Settlement for what?"

My mother sighed. "Honey, there is no way to say this gently. Me and your father were never married. I was his secretary, and he father took me by force, against my will. He was a wealthy man and was used to get what he wants. A month later I found out I was pregnant, with you."

I looked at her, speechless. 

"Oh, mother", I said. "That's awful. I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay, it was long time ago and I have gotten over it. And my life turned out good, in the end. I pressed charges, and sued that son a bitch for all he was worth. He died a few years ago, but managed to make me a very well off woman before it. Soon after you were born I adopted your sister, who was already five years old at that point. I just couldn't bear living alone with the son of a rapist. You have never noticed how much more I am fond of her than I am of you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. But why do you tell me this now?"

"Well, when I walked in on you, a few moths back, it all came back to me", my mother said and sighed again. "I understood you carried his genes, that you were him, in part at least. You had the potential of doing the same things he had." 

"Mom, you know I wouldn't…"

"Yes, I know", my mother said and smiled. "You're a good boy. I've raised you that way. Polite, well-mannered, respectful to women. A spineless wimp. As far as I know, you have never even asked a girl out. Could you tell me why that is?"

"I guess", I said, unsure how to continue. "I guess girls… intimidate me a bit." I looked at her feeling somewhat ashamed, despite all that had happened the past few months.

"I know they do", she said, and continued in a matter of fact tone. "But at the same time you do understand one doesn't have to have a spine in order to be a rapist. You know it's the truth. And you know you carry the… rapist gene within you, don't you."

I nodded. I knew she was telling the truth.

"So, you understand I simply couldn't take that risk. I know it's not your fault, but still. I had to do something. I just had to make sure you wouldn't be able to do what you father did to me, to any woman, ever. I contacted my friend working at the clinic you visited. She provided me the drugs we started your treatment with."

"What treatment?" I said. I still had trouble understanding what my mother was telling me.

"Well, for the past months you have been given very small dosages of a medicine that has affected your rational thinking, and made you very susceptible. Haven't you wondered how easy it has been for you to do all the things you have the past months?"

I looked at her and tried to think. Finally I had to shrug. "No, not really", I said finally.

My mother smiled at me. "Well, that is only because your treatment has been such a success. In more ways than one."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this constant need to masturbate you have. You have me to thank for it. For several months you have been large doses of a medicine that enhances sperm production."

"Really?"

"Yes, really", my mother said smiling. "The first couple of weeks were such fun, to walk in on you time after time and see the embarrassment on your face. You never wondered how we knew when you were masturbating?"

"I did think it was a bit curious, yes."

"Well, after the first time I walk in on you, the first time I got I had a security camera put in your room," my mother said smiling. "Both me and your sister had the feed on our phones. We took turns walking in on you, but it was fun merely to watch you do it. I also bugged your computer to see where you have spent-time on-line, and we have periodically checked your phone. Do you mind your sister and me spying on you?"

"No, not really."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "In fact, before I suggested you to cut down masturbating, we installed similar cameras all around the house,  including bathrooms. So, fear not, every single one of your orgasms had an audience. I have even given an access to your bedroom feed to a few of my friends. As far as I know your sister has done the same?"

"Really?" I said. What she said seemed almost too impossible to be true.

"Personally, I thought it would too selfish of me to keep all the fun and not to share it. I have also had fun sharing the recordings of your best orgasms on-line. I even masturbate to them occasionally. I have a feeling many other people do too." 

"But... what about all those visit to the clinic?" I said, more and more confused. "Were they for nothing?"

"Oh no, by no means", my mother said smiling. "But they were not to cure you of your masturbation habit. They were to make it worse, among other things." 

"W-what do you mean?" I said, unsure whether I liked the answer. 

"Well, honey. The fact is, the erectile dysfunction you have been experiencing is something you can thank the clinic for. Didn't you realize you started losing your erection only after you started visiting there?"

I shook my head.

"I explained to my friend why I needed to make you impotent, and the people at the clinic were quite understanding. Also, this was something no had ever asked for them, and the got a chance to use you as a test subject. That's why I have taken such an interest to your masturbation habits. I wanted to observe the progress at first hand. It took a lot of work but I am proud to say you are now completely, and quite irreversibly impotent."

I looked at my mother. She was practically beaming, and looked happier I had never seen her. 

"I hope you will understand", she said smiling. "I just couldn't bear the idea of you going off to study and being the next college rapist. You do understand why I had to do it, honey?"

I tried to find something within me, that would objected to what she had just said, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I nodded. "I understand", I said.

"I knew you would", my mother said smiling. "You have no idea how often I have wanted us to have this little talk. But I knew everything had to be final before I could do so. You had to be permanently impotent. And the fact you don't seem to miss them makes me so glad. Do you?" 

"No", I said, and thought it for a moment. "One could even say I prefer it "

"Why is that?" my mother said. "Does it have to do what you said about girls?"

I looked down and blushed. "Yeah. It's kind of... relief."

"Yes, now you don't have to worry about girls", my mother said smiling. "You're never expected of having sex. Because you can't."


Chapter 4:
Peak Performance

My mother looked at me, smiling.

"You know, I have been happy these few past months. Every time I have heard you masturbating here, or seen you do it myself, it has made me feel so good. Knowing that since you're masturbating at home you're not raping girls outside. Which brings us to the last thing I need to tell you."

I looked at her. "What's that, mother?"

"Well, making you impotent was not the only reason for our visit at the clinic. I won't go into the detail, but basically during your visits you have been well, reprogrammed."

I looked at my mother and I realized she could see the puzzlement on my face.

"Perhaps a demonstration would explain it the best", she smiled and seemed to be thinking something for a while. "Get up."

Without even thinking I got up. I didn't feel my body was working against my will. Rather, I just felt I wanted to get up. My mother smiled and leaned back on the bed, appearing as she liked the little demonstration.

"See? You're now… like I said, reprogrammed to do everything I tell you to. And unable to do anything you have been not told to by me. Also, if I would to order you to do anything your sister tells you to, you would. Now, undress."

I took my t-shirt off and continued disrobing. Soon I was standing naked in front of her. My mother leaned back and smiled at me. Even though she had seem me countless times naked during the past few months, it seemed to me she was enjoying every second.

"Now, start masturbating. Inform me as you're about to cum."

Before I could even realized it I took my limp penis between my fingers and started to masturbate. Even though she had seem me do it dozens and dozens of times in the course of past few months this felt very different.

"Don't forget you have an audience. I am sure there are several women peering at your miniature penis at this very moment."

I continued what I was doing, but the thing mom said was a distracting one to say the least, and I had trouble keeping a steady rhythm. Also, it seemed my penis suddenly wanted to retreat into my body altogether. My mother looked at me, with a wide smile on her face.

"Mmmm, you have no idea how long I have waited for this", mother said, dangling her other foot on her knee. "To have you completely under my control. To be able to tell you how much I love seeing you masturbating your limp dick. I have had to be so cautious about it. How proud I am knowing I have made you impotent. I have orgasmed so many times thinking about it."

"R-really?" I said not quite believing what I heard.

"Oh yes", my mother said smiling. "Why did you think I liked watching you so? You have no idea how much I had to struggle each time not to start masturbating myself as well. Usually as soon as you had cummed I had to run into my bedroom to do so, as well. But no more. Now I can say just how wet your impotence makes me." 

Under less than a minute I felt the orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum", I said.

"Stop", my mother said. Even though I thought such a thing was even possible i pulled my hand away and put it to my side.

My mother looked at me with a mischievous look on her face. "Feels awfully frustrating, doesn't it?" I nodded. My heart was racing, and I had difficulties understand her words. 

"This programming will have so many uses. Among other things it takes away using medication on you anymore. From now on you will do anything I tell you to, because you have no choice. 

I nodded.

"Also, I want to lay some rules. Firstly, from here on you are to follow, not only my orders, but also everything your sister tells you to. To the letter. Or any woman, for that matter. No matter what it is. You understand?"

"I understand."

"Start masturbating."

Again, my hand jumped and soon I was pulling my limp dick again. 

"Secondly, from here on, you will start serving both your sister and me sexually, as well. I have been thinking for a long time to make you a sex slave to us, if everything goes as planned, and since it did, there's no point delaying it."

I nodded. "I t-think I may be getting close again", I said voice shaking.

"This quickly?" my mother said. "Oh dear me. Stop masturbating."

My hand dropped to my side. I breather hard, grateful for the rest. My mother looked at me and smiled.

"Now, where was I. Oh yes. From now on I don't want you to leave our apartment again. I will start giving you more household duties to keep you occupied. After all, what's the use of having a slave around otherwise?"

"I understand."

"And I don't like you to use clothes anymore. So, don't bother getting dressed. Tomorrow I want you to collect every single piece of clothing you own, and give them to me, so I can donate them to charity."

"Okay, mom."

"On your free time, which you will have very little of, you're free to do whatever you wish around the house, even use the internet but bear in mind I will continue monitoring it. And naturally you won't be needing your phone anymore either, so you will give it to me as well."

"I understand." 

"And oh, one more thing, when it comes to your masturbation", my mother said. "As you most likely understand, I could just order you to never to masturbate again. I could take it from you with one command. And I will, if you disobey me. Understand?"

My looked at my mother and could see she was enjoying seeing the horror on my face. I nodded. 

"Continue masturbating", my mother said smiling. 

"I am not that cruel though", my mother continued. "You are free to masturbate as much as you like. As I said, watching you do it makes me incredibly wet. But from now on you have no permission to cum. I will decide when you will cum next. Believe me, it will be a rare treat for you indeed."

"I understand", I said. 

Less than a minute I was again on the edge, and informed my mother about it, and she made me to stop again. I was breathing hard and my heart was racing.

"I will try not cum", I said. "But I did try cut it down earlier, and failed."

"Oh, I know you did, and I expected you to fail, honey!" my mother said smiling. "I knew perfectly well you wouldn't be able to do it, thanks to the drugs that made your libido running wild, but it was so much fun to watch you try. Start masturbating." 

I realized I was pulling my limp penis again.

"This time, however, you have the programming to help you, dear", mother said smiling. "It will be quite a torture for you, with all the medication still in your system. I am going to enjoy it. I am also rather curious to see how you will cope. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"

It didn't take me long to reach the edge, and again I got an order to stop. This was repeated three more times. Each time I was rewarded with a wide smile. I knew she could continue this as long as she wanted, and I could only guess she was finding out when I would slip over the edge.

Finally, however, my words weren't followed the normal command to stop. 

"Now I want you to cum", my mother said calmly. "Put your hand under it."

In a matter of moments I ejaculated, and tried my very best to collect them all in my left palm.

"Good boy", my mother said smiling. "I have no idea when you will cum the next time, so I hope you enjoyed that one. Now, eat it."

I was surprised by her command, but before I knew I was licking the ejaculate from my hand. 

"Yes, just like that", my mother said smiling. "Swallow it all up. Don't forget to lick your fingers clean. Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you, mother."

My mother looking at me, beaming. I think I had never seen her looking that happy.


Chapter 5:
The Naked Time

To my own surprise I got used being nude around the house and becoming my mother's and sister's house slave very quickly. I could only guess I had my reprogramming to thank for. If it was something I had been told to it automatically felt a completely natural thing to do. 

My mother had said I would get more housework, but I soon realized it meant all housework, from cooking cleaning, doing the laundry, even sewing and other things I never would have believed learning. After I got a hang of it I realized I was enjoying taking care of the household.

My sister loved the new arrangement, as well. Soon she started to be much carefree when it came to leaving her things and dishes she had used laying around the house. Let alone the mess her friends made when they were over. Somehow I got a feeling my mother found the situation kind of cute.

After a while it was decided we would get rid off the dish washing machine, because it made my work all too easy. There was no point of having a thing like dishwasher in the house, if there was a slave to do that work. I was also forbidden to use the vacuum cleaner, and told to scrub the floors by hand.

It was also my job to have prepare the meals, the dinner as well as breakfast. During mealtimes my place wasn't in the table, however. Rather, my role was now more that of a waitress, as I served my mother and sister whatever they needed at the table. Only after both of them had finished it was my turn to get rid of any possible leftovers.


In addition to housework I now got a lot of sexual duties. Each night my mother and my sister called me in when they were already in bed, and had me lick themselves an orgasm before falling into sleep. I got a feeling the had previously had a habit of masturbating themselves to orgasm before going to sleep, but with me around to use they didn't have to do it themselves anymore.

My free moments, which I often used laying in my bed resting were often interrupted by similar activity. Most times they just came in and walked to my bed and sat on my face. Afterwards they usually got up walked out again without saying a thing, except if there was something around the house that needed to be done right away. 

At first the impersonal way they did this surprised me. However, my mother explained that was about using me and my tongue, just the same way a woman's vibrator is taken out from the drawer, used and then put away. Women didn't talk to their vibrators, no matter how much they gave them joy, either. That made a lot of sense.

Another thing I was explained was the fact I required no privacy, not any more than a vibrator or our washing machine did. The thing my mother and sister had previously only joked about, that is removing the door to my room. Anyone could now walk in whenever they wanted, and anything I did could be seen from the hallway.

Considering how much my mother and sister had valued my privacy so far this sounds like a small thing, but losing this last shred of it made it easier to think myself a sort of public property. Also, when I was using any of our bathrooms I wasn't allowed to lock the door anymore. I had to understand any sort of privacy was now a thing of the past for me.

Pretty soon the women realized there was no point limiting using me merely to my room, or their bedrooms. Both my sister and my mother were open-minded and seeing each other having an orgasm wasn't problem for them. It also prevented my mother calling me to service her if I still was in the middle of serving my sister in her room, or vice versa.

Soon I was servicing them orally in the living room while they were watching television, or my sister was texting with her friends. Usually this took quite a while, and by the time my tongue was done with one of them I was told to service the other, and then back again. many time I got a feeling they had agreed on a minimum amount of orgasms they wanted before I was allowed on the sofa. 

My sister had also a habit of sometimes dropping in when I was doing the dishes in the kitchen or working on something else around the house, tell me to kneel in front of her and then lick her an orgasm until I was free to continue whatever I had been doing. Pretty soon both of them stopped wearing any panties, partly to tease me, but mostly because it made using me so much easier.


I was happy there was now a lot I could now divert my energy, though. The thing is, the not cumming part proved to be the hardest part to get accustomed in my new life. My libido was in overdrive, and it was almost impossible to think of anything but cumming. However, I noticed that no matter how hard I pulled my penis I was unable to make myself cum. 

It wasn't for lack of trying. Often when I had a free moment I rushed to my room, lay on my bed and started pulling my limp member. But no matter what I did, there was no release. Sometimes, after a relentless dick pulling I burst in tears, and pounded on my bedsheet, half crazy with frustration.

At first I had tried to take the matter up and ask either my mother or sister when I could be allowed to cum next. Pretty soon, however, I realized it would be pointless. It was a thing they hadn't even bothered to consider, and me asking about it only annoyed them, and most likely only postponed it even further. In fact me not cumming pleased them much than me cumming.

Occasionally, after I had experienced one of my breakdowns, my sister would amuse herself by reading, as she put it "best comments" on the video feed to me. Even though hearing them was extremely humiliating, I realized that even though I couldn't cum seeing me masturbating, and not cumming, gave joy to many people.

Ultimately I started enjoy the mere act of pulling my penis, as a source of pleasure itself, not just something you did to make yourself cum. I also realized it was something I could do outside my room, in between or during my chores.

My mother and sister soon became accustomed seeing me do it. At least they never said anything negative about it. They knew it wouldn't lead anywhere, just make me more horny. Sometimes I even noticed my sister taking photos or videos of me while I did this, to send to her friends.

Little by little masturbating begun to lose it's meaning as a purely sexual act and it was simply a thing I did. Sometimes I could do it even when we were spending time as a family in the living room,. Naturally I had to keep it control and do it more slowly so that the sound it made wouldn't disturb my family.        

There were times when even my mom liked to try what it feels like, as I was sitting beside her on the sofa and she was watching a movie or reading. Sometimes she didn't even masturbate me, but merely sort of fiddled and fondled with my genitals absent-mindedly, using them almost like a some kind of stress relief toy. 

Occasionally she told me to sit beside her even when I would have had chores to do. When I asked reason for this she said she liked the way my genitals felt in her hand. That she liked to play a bit with her property. After all, she had done a lot of work, and used a lot of money to make me completely impotent, and gave her great joy to feel the results in her hand.

This sort of attention was very nice, and I liked it more than the serious masturbating my mom sometimes gave to me. Whereas I had always done my masturbating dry, on those occasions my mom liked to use some sort of cream. Sometimes she could do this an half an hour or even an hour in a row, pulling it slowly as she read a book. 

Treatment like that drove me insane with lust, because I was painfully aware there wouldn't be no relief in sight, and I had to plead her to stop.

"Please, mom", I could say as I sat next to her, shaking like a leaf and red in the face. "C-could I please go back to kitchen already? That r-really makes me horny."

"Oh, I'm perfectly aware it does", she would answer, turning the page and glancing at me with a smile on her face. "But I like it when you horny. And I want to keep you that way."         

At some point also my sister started using my genitals the same way. 


It took three months before I was allowed my first release as a house slave. It was an exceptionally uneventful weekend, there was an awful weather outside, my mother and sister had nothing to do and there was nothing good on television. Suddenly both of them just came to the conclusion it would be fun to make me cum.

I was told to stand next to the two storey high living room windows where there was the best light. Both my mother and sister got their phones out and started filming me. Before I was given a permission to start I was told they wanted this to last as long as possible, and that I should make it entertaining by telling to the camera how grateful I was for everything.

I was ordered to start and I started telling to the cameras how grateful I was to be allowed to masturbate to them, how good it felt, how grateful I was to be allowed to do it so much, and how happy I was when I knew I made so many people happy, or at least amused. How good it felt to be constantly watched by so many people and how grateful I was for not being let to cum, and how grateful I was to do it now.

At some point I started to have trouble thinking up new things to say, and begun to beg to be finally allowed to cum. My mother and sister giggled behind their phones and they wouldn't until they got "100 likes" whatever that meant, and that I should continue if I truly wanted to cum.

Finally I was informed there was enough likes and both my sister and my mother stepped up to me. My mother pointed her camera to my genitals whereas my sister did the same with my face, telling she wanted to record even the tiniest expression on my mouth on the magic moment.

"Okay, cum", I heard my mother say. Almost instantly, like my testicles had merely waited for that command, they started pushing the sperm out. I howled out loud and kept wailing until I was out of breath. I heard words coming out of my mouth but I had no idea what it was like. Finally I was only panting, eyes closed and feeling I was about to faint.

I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight at the camera my sister was holding. There was a bright light which told me they were still filming me. 

"What do you say?" my sister said, doing her best not to burst out laughing. I was breathing hard, with my mouth open and I could only imagine what I looked like. 

"Thank you..." I said looking at the camera. "Oh, thank you so much."

Immediately after my sister and my mother had stopped recording they turned and started fiddling their phones. It seemed they were in great hurry to get the video on-line.

"W-hat should I do now?" I said my voice still shaking after they had been doing this a minute or so.

My mother continued fiddling with her phone and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Eat your cum, or something."

Dutifully, I went on my knees and started eating my cum off the floor.


The next day my mother informed me the video had gotten quote a lot of attention.

"Just look at all these comments", my mother said fiddling with her phone. "And all of these great suggestions."

"What kind of suggestions?" I asked, partly curious, partly dreading for the answer.

"Oh, you know", my mother said shrugging. "That we let you cum too fast, that we should have had more questions for you. That we should have teased and humiliated you more, like put clothespins on your nipples and testicles, or on your face. Some people would have liked to see you sniff our dirty panties. Some people are sure weird." 

"Don't forget the negative ones", my sister added, fiddling her own phone in one of the armchairs. 

"Oh yes, naturally", my mother said. "There was much more negative than positive comments, when it came to your cumming. It seems people loved your the things you said and begging, but majority of people hoped we hadn't let you cum, after all."

My mother looked at me and smirked. "So, it seems you will be doing a lot more begging on-line in the future. But when it comes to your next orgasm, there will be a long wait ahead of you."


Chapter 6:
What Are Little Girls Made Of?

One day when I came to my room I found something waiting for me there. It was a small pink box with ribbon on it and a card attached. The card said: "Happy 1/2th birthay the household slave, From mom and sis". I was puzzled. My birthday had been a month before, and had gone unnoticed by everyone in the family. 

I went to the living room and asked my mom about it.

"Honey, it is now exactly six months since our little talk", she said smiling. "As far as I'm concerned, that is your birthday. Whatever happened before it doesn't matter to me. Open it." I did so and was soon holding in my hand a pink leather collar. 

"Put it on", my mother said. "I want to see it on you." I started to put to collar on as my mother continued. "You will keep that collar on at all times until further notice. It will be a constant reminder of your new status."

After I had gotten it on my mother slid her index finger into one of the rings in the middle and without saying anything started to pull me behind her. We stopped in the hallway, in front of a full body mirror.

"Do you like it?"

I looked at my image in the mirror. Smooth hairless body, pale skin, small nub of a penis peeking out between my thighs and long luscious hair that reached already my shoulders. I had many times thought I looked more girl than a boy.

The collar was the cherry on the topping, though. It looked so pornographic I had trouble looking at my image, and I practically had to force myself keep my eyes on my image. At the same time I knew it made me to look a slave. A real slave. A real slavegirl.

I told my mother that and saw her smile. "So, you like it?"  

"Yes, I do, very much", I said. "Thank you. This is the best birthday gift ever."


Couple of months after our talk my mother informed she'd preferred if my hair was longer, and asked whether I'd be okay with it. I merely shrugged, since it was no big deal to me. My hair had gotten quite long already, but my mother said we would let grow now.

Soon I noticed I needed to wash it daily, for it not to look awful, something I wasn't used to. My mother assured me that even though it was time consuming, it did wonders to my outer appearance. She also started buying me all kinds of hair treatment products which helped my hair to look more shiny and full. She also gave me a lotion that helped me to keep all my body hair off.

Soon my hair was long enough to put in a ponytail. My mother especially liked it if I had in two pigtails, one high on side sides of my head.

"Awwwwww, look at you!" my mother said standing beside me in front of a mirrow. "You look like a naugty schoolgirl." I looked at my mirror image, and smiled. I did.


Some time later I was informed my computer would be taken away from me.

"We all know there's nothing but porn and other questionable things there, and quite frankly, I don't think it's appropriate place for a young lady like you", my mother explained. I quite agreed, and it wasn't a big thing to me, since I had now so much work around the house.  

"If you still want to watch porn occasionally when you play with yourself, you're more than welcome to ask, and come and watch it in my study, where I can monitor you. It is good for me to know what things you are into, after all."

At first the mere idea seemed impossible to me, but quickly that too became something perfectly normal. Every time however my mother expected me to have done all my chores exceptionally before allowed into her study to masturbate. Many times she declined, on the grounds the meal of the day before hadn't been quite satisfactory, or that she had found a spot on the clean dishes.

When I was allowed in my mother had always laid a pink towel in her computer chair, and she said she'd like it very much I'd have my hair up the way she liked it. She stayed in the room the whole time and observed closely what kind of porn I watched. Sometimes she would come and stay for a while behind my back before commenting.

"Oh, you're into that too? Interesting."

"Y-yes I am, mommy", I would answer, pulling my limp penis frantically." Often she also made more specific questions, and wanted me to describe why. She also told she wanted me to act just the way I would if I were alone, whether it was wriggling in the chair, or pinching my nipples.

I would have been able to continue forever, but sooner or later she would place her hand on my elbow and say: "I think that's enough for now, honey."

Months later I found out my mother had her laptop webcam open all through these sessions, and she did not only put these recordings on-line, but also shared the link to the feed to her friends, just like she had been done with the earlier ones.  


With my tabletop computer went my old desk, which was at this point about the only part of the old furniture I had had. To replace it, however I got a makeup table, equipped with insane amount of make-up, most of which were totally unknown to me.

"Well, you have a lot of time to familiarize yourself with them. If fact, from now on I want you to have a nice make-up on when you greet us with the meal on the table at dinner time, as well as on mornings. Both me and your sister want our house slave to look pretty."

Some time later my mother said she wanted to begin my anal training as well. That included making me wear various sizes of butt plugs, and finally sleeping with one, as well. That too took some getting used to, but soon I started enjoying the feeling of my anus being stretched out.

In fact my mother was so pleased about my progress she soon wanted me to wear one during daytime as well. At first it felt weird to have a plug in my ass as I was working in the kitchen or around the house, but surprisingly fast I got used to it, as well. In fact, it started to feel weird and empty if I didn't have one in.

Also my mother and sister seemed to enjoy seeing the base of the plug to wiggle between my ass cheeks as I worked around the house or served them meal. Often they would ask how big plug I was currently wearing, and inform whether it was time for a bigger one.  

Naturally this put an all new twist to my porn marathons as well. Many times my mother wanted me to sit in the chair so that my legs were spread and lifted on the arms of the chair, and the base of the plug peeked between my ass cheeks. 

Often she would ask what kind and how big the plug was, how did I liked it and whether I thought it was already a time for a bigger one. Sometimes she even asked me pull it out and show, before I put it back in. Little did I know I was performing to the whole world.

She also wanted me to have a sufficient amount of lipstick and make-up on during these sessions, and have my hair up in two pigtails every time was on the computer. She also wanted me to describe as I was masturbating how much I loved how it made me look and how much I loved, and longed to be a girl.

Usually I had so much make-up on I felt it made to look like a slut, and one time I mentioned this to my mother. 

"Nonsense, dear" she replied. "It makes you to look a young beautiful woman, which you are now becoming."


In the fall, when it would have been time for me to start thinking about going to a university, or a college, my mother informed me she wouldn't want me to do that, not yet at least.

"Don't you enjoy your time with us, honey?" she said, putting away the book she had been reading. 

"Of course I do, mother", I said. "But you know, I was just thinking..."

"Then don't", my mother said smiling. "Leave that to your sister and me. And quite frankly, we are having way too much fun with you to let you go. There is time. Perhaps next year, or a year after that. We shall see."

My mother caressed my long hair, that was already at my shoulders, and then lay her palm on my shoulder.

"After all, we haven't even figured out what you're supposed to be, dear", she continued smiling. "Perhaps something that suits your personality and your feminine side: a cosmetologist, hairdresser, nurse or a nanny. It would be useless to make you study something that doesn't let you express your feminine qualities."

My mother took my chin in her hand and turned it towards herself. "Besides, you would really want to bother your pretty little head with all sorts of male and study things?"

"I guess not", I said smiling. 

"Good girl" my mother said, and put her hand on my knee. "Truth to tell, you're studying at the moment the most important profession there is for a girl like you, and that is being a housewife."

I had to look away, blushing. "Awwwww, mommy…"

"I'm serious, dear", my mother said sharply. "We may have made you an impotent, but you have lots a good qualities for a housewife. We just have to find the right girl for you."

I looked down and blushed.


Chapter 7:
Realm of Fear

After I had been their slave a little less than a year my mother and sister realized they had a sort of a problem when it came to discipline. Thanks to the reprogramming I had not a single fiber of defiance in me, and I truly wanted to follow every thing I was being said to the letter. But that also meant they had nothing to use to threaten me with, even playfully, if they felt I didn't listen them well enough.

They were discussing this one day in the sitting room while I was doing my sister's nails. Even though I was present they talked about me like I wasn't. I didn't mind, of course, and I had by now already gotten used to it. These kind of situations were like a relief to me, because I knew I wasn't expected to say anything.

Corporal punishment had never been their thing, and that would merely mean they would doing the work and I would enjoy it anyway. Taking away my masturbation rights didn't sound sensible either, since they both genuinely liked seeing me pull my limp clit around the house. I already was sleeping plugged and using clothing was forbidden to me.

Both of them came up pretty outlandish ideas to threaten me which, many of with were about causing me some kind of bodily harm, but ultimately they decided they were all too impractical. Finally they realized they had taken me away everything but my room, which now looked more like a woman's boudoir.

Therefore I was told to empty one of the walk-in closets in the hallway, that was hardly ever used. It was just small enough for me to be able to sleep on the floor and therefore suited to the idea perfectly. The only light the closet had was a one that shut down when the door was closed.

"I wished this had been draftier", my mother said as she was standing in the closet after we got it finished. There was just one lamp in the ceiling, and nothing on the floor or on the walls. 

"After all our work this is still way too nice for you", my mother said, looking unhappy. "It's such a shame there isn't a storage cellar in this apartment. You know, something really damp and cold where we could make you sleep if you misbehave."

My mother let out a deep, discouraged sigh. I felt extremely bad seeing her like that, and would have liked to be able to say something that would make her feel better. Suddenly I got an idea. 

"How about the balcony, mother?" I said, and saw her face lighten up as I continued. "It's cold, at least."

"Of course, honey!" my mother said and looked to my sister. "Why didn't we think of that?"


We all went straight away to the balcony. It was a glazed one, but since it was already fall, the air was a pretty nippy. My mother looked around in the balcony and looked exhilarated.

"Oh, this will be perfect!" she said, and then kissed me on the head making me blush. "Oh, you're such a smart little girl!"

The balcony wasn't big, but there was enough room for dog cage my mother and sister wanted to get. After all, they weren't going to just let me parade in the balcony buck naked the whole night. What would the neighbors say? The sides of the balcony however were high enough to hide the cage from overly nosy neighbors. As we tried it I soon noticed that even though it was meant for a large dog it was very uncomfortable for me.

"Oh, honey!" mother said after she had closed the hatch. "You look just adorable there." I looked up and saw her standing next to the cage, looking down on me. She already had her winter coat on, and there was a mist in the air as she spoke. "I am so glad I have now something to threaten you with, dear, if you misbehave." 


My mother and sister decided they would use the closet as a level one punishment, if they wanted to correct my behavior or remind me of my place. The level two punishment would be used only for actual misdemeanors, or if I did an error big enough in following out their orders.   

Naturally, this made me even more obedient, careful and diligent in my chores. After two weeks, during another especially uneventful weekend though, my sister and mother came to the conclusion it would be pointless to have punishment they never got to use.

Therefore, they decided it would be fun to make me spend one night in the closed and another in the cage. This way, they said, I could also learn what the punishment were like, and therefore help me to better behave in the future.

Whereas the night in the floor of a dark closet was merely uncomfortable the idea of spending the next on the balcony scared me genuinely. It was October already, and the temperature was often close to zero during nights.

My mother assured I had nothing to worry, though, and before I was put into the cage in the evening I was given several shots. My mother told they were provided by her friend at the clinic, and that they would prevent me from getting a pneumonia or even catching a cold. 

"Yes, honey" my mother said as she was administering the final shot. "They are, as incredible it sounds a vaccination against flu. It's many of the experimental projects they're working on at the clinic. However, so far they were unable to make its effect to last longer than 12 hours."

My mother looked at me smiling. 

"But do you know what's the best thing? They won't take away any of the physical sensations. So, I assure the night will be quite uncomfortable for you, even though there's no health risks involved. Isn't it wonderful? Okay, let's take you out."

I was put in the cage after which mother and my sister took a few photos with their phones.

"I just have to take a few, dear", my mother said smiling. "Who knows when I will have the chance for this next. Also, I have mentioned about this to my friends, and they're just dying to see some pics. And quite frankly, I don't blame them."

After both of them had fiddled their phones my mother sighed.

"Okay, this should do it", she said, putting her hands inside the pockets of her coat. "Oh my, it's cold in here. I want to get inside."


The following night was undoubtedly the longest of my life. In the morning, as my mother and sister came to the balcony to let me out my joints were so stiff I had trouble moving. I was shaking, just the way I had been all through the night.

My mother was again wearing her winter coat and was looking at me smiling as I stood in front of her.

"Oh! Just look at you!", she said laughing. "Oh, this is just too perfect. Don't go anywhere, honey. Just stand there."

Again, she took out her phone. "All my friends went crazy when they saw the photos I sent them last night. They just insisted I send them a few after photos as well."

After taking a couple of photos and fiddling with her phone a while she put her hands again in her pockets. She looked at me and smiled.

"Well, now you know what's it like to spend a night here, if you misbehave? "

I nodded, because I seemed to have trouble getting my mouth open.

"Now now, do you want to spend the next night in the closet? What do we say, honey?"

I fought my mouth open and was finally able to utter the words. "T-thank you, m-mommy."

"Good girl!" my mother said and hugged me. "Okay, honey. Let's get you inside. It's time for breakfast, and me and your sister are starving!"


Chapter 8:
Bread and Circuses

A few days before Christmas my mother informed me, as I was preparing the lunch in the kitchen, that there would be some people over the next day. Something told me this was more than a little social call, and my mother admit I was right. 

"Well, the thing is, we have trained you really, really well, but there is only so many things we can do, just three of us. And with your sister spending her winter holiday with her friends, I feel even more bored."

It seemed a number of her friends who she had been sharing photos and videos of me were more than interested seeing me themselves. As well as some of their friends, it seemed. My mother started going through the menu she had planned, and I got the feeling it wouldn't be a small party.

After I had gotten myself ready my mother said she wanted me to keep me in the closet until all guests were present. After all it would have made very little sense for me to do it my room which lacked a door. She told me to get on all fours and a moment later she put something on my eyes that seemed to be made out of leather. I heard the sound of a buckle behind me and realized it was a some sort of luxury blindfold. 

"This is only to make things a bit more interesting for you, honey", I felt my mother say. "Also, some of my friends are kind of particular about their privacy. Since all people out there know each other it's easier to blindfold you." A moment later I heard something being attached to my collar, a leash it seemed.

"Okay, now I want you to stay there and wait like a good girl. I will come to get you when you are needed." I heard the closet door being closed and I was alone. It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring the first time, and I started hearing strange voices to fill our apartment. I waited in the darkness with butterflies in my tummy. 

It felt scary to think so many people would soon see me like I was, especially after seeing no one else but my mother and sister for such a long time. Also the fact our visitors would also most likely shown my bedroom made me bit uneasy. Neither I had no idea what was expected of me.

Finally, after must have been an hour or more I hear the door opening. I could hear voices coming from our living room, and it seemed the party was in full swing. There was a tug on the leash and I was being walked out of the room. Soon we entered what I knew was our living room. I heard a lot of people speaking, and occasionally my bare skin brushed against a someone's feet. 

Around me there was a  lot of "ooohs" and "aaahs" and mentions how adorable I looked. We kept walking until my mother suddenly stopped, and I felt her sitting down into what I knew was one of our armchairs. A moment later I felt another tug on the collar and I was being pulled forward. Then my lips met something I knew was my mother's pussy.

"Lick", I heard her say. Dutifully I started doing what I had in that room so many times before. Around me I could hear people starting to talk excitedly, and I heard the first clicks of a camera phone. A moment later I hear people making questions to my mother, some of which rather intimate, and were all about me. 

My mother didn't seem to mind this at all, however, and answered them all in detail until it became too much of her, as her orgasm approached. Soon I felt another tug in my collar and I felt being directed to a our sofa a meter or so away. Soon my lips met another pussy, this time a one that was completely new to me. 

I was licking it anxiously as I felt first time someone feeling my genitals from behind. There was a male voice, who amazed how soft, smooth and limp I was, even though my mother had told everyone present how she had made me impotent. 

A minute later I heard the sound of a zipper and then something being pushed between my ass cheeks. Suddenly I understood why my mother had told me to leave the plug out tonight. Then I felt a pair of big hands on my hips, and before I knew it I was being fucked for the first time in my life.

A moment later the same voice complemented how nice and tight my ass felt, and was assured by my mother it was indeed a virgin one.

"Or rather, was a virgin one", I heard my mother said making everyone in the room laugh.

Even tough I did my best it took quite a while for the woman to orgasm, possibly due to what happened behind me. In that time not one but two men had to let out a grunt and empty their seed inside me. This made everything easier, of course. Soon a third cock entered my anus, another pair of hands landed on my hips and I was being fucked again. 

My efforts were finally rewarded, as I felt the woman starting to shudder and then letting out a long wail. I felt several people applauding, and it seemed several people had been waiting it with anticipation. A moment later felt someone grabbing once again my slave collar and guiding me to the person sitting next to the woman. This time, however I heard a male voice above me. 

"Come on, it won't bite", the voice said, and I heard laughter from the room. I reached out with my hands until my hands touched something soft. I felt it in my hand, and realized I was holding in my hands a male penis. Even though it was soft, I soon realized it was much bigger than mine had ever been. 

With my heart racing I put it in my mouth and soon realized sucking a cock for the first time in my life. Imitating what I had seen in porn films I started licking the head by circling it with my tongue while keeping my other hand at the shaft and the other at the base of the cock.

After a while I begun moving my head up and down while playing with the testicles lightly, before starting to use my tongue again. 

"Fuck, you're really raised your son well", I heard the male voice say above me. "I didn't even have to ask him to start. And he's fucking good at it too. Are you sure he hasn't done this before?"

"I assure you Jake, yours is the first cock my son has sucked", I heard my mother's voice from a distance. "But he has watched a lot of porn. I mean a lot. Either it's that or he's just a natural at it."

It didn't take long for the cock in my mouth to grow to its full length. I was amazed by the process. I had never actually seen it happen, let alone felt it. Also, I had been without one so long myself, I had started to doubt whether such thing as erection really existed. Now I had proof inside my mouth. This is what a real man's cock feels like. 

It didn't take long before I heard the man starting to grunt and I felt it starting to pump its load into my mouth. The taste was familiar to me, of course, and even though I felt a tiny bit of nausea, I didn't let it stop me finishing the job the way I knew it needed to be done. 

A moment later there was yet another tug and I was pulled away, to another cock. This was already hard, and I didn't have to look for it, because whoever was guiding me practically pushed my head into it. I grabbed the hard shaft and started to suck the head enthusiastically. A moment later I felt the hands gripping my hips tighter, and there was a third load of sperm.

Soon I lost count how many cocks had there been inside my anus or my mouth, or how many pussies I had licked. My dark world was just endless row of genitalia, and my mouth as well asshole started to feel tender. I put thoughts like that aside, however. I knew perfectly well I was at this party for being used and my physical well-being was secondary.

Finally, however, the endless seeming stream on genitalia started to dry. There was longer and longer pauses between I had something work on, or there was a cock inside my anus. As I had been busy the volume level in the party had gradually risen, there was music playing, people talking very loud and it seemed the party was a success. 

Suddenly I felt a tug on my collar and heard my mother's voice telling me to get up. As I did so I felt something slimy oozing down my legs, and I couldn't help but wondering how much sperm there was inside my tummy. 

We walked through the room and finally stopped. The coldness on my back made me realize I was now standing in the same place I had cummed months earlier, in front of the living room's two storey high windows.  

"Okay, honey", my mother said. "You've been a very good girl today and I am very proud of you. But now I want you to offer different type of amusement for us. Start masturbating."

Before I realized it my fingers were around my limp penis and pulling it back and forth. Then, to my surprise, felt the leash I had been led from all night drop, and I heard the steps of my mother walking away, which told I had been left me to masturbate alone.  

Since I hadn't been given a permission to stop I continued pulling my penis. In fact I think it would have been impossible for me to stop, considering it had been a direct command. I sighed deep and enjoyed the feeling the tugging created, the aching need in my testicles and the knowledge there wouldn't be no chance I could cum.

The party around me continued, and it felt I was like a some sort weird piece of modern art, an organic street sculpture my mother had bought and turned on to masturbate and to amuse her guests.

I heard people approaching me, and the sounds of a camera phone. Now and then I even felt fingers on my skin, moving from my biceps to my chest, and back, before disappearing.

Gradually I started to separate parts of conversations that seemed be about me. Just like my mother and my sister used occasionally, everybody seemed to talking about me like I wasn't present. 

The size of my penis and the fact how limp it stayed seemed to be a common theme among the guests and a constant source of amusement. I couldn't blame them, of course. I had sucked half of the male guests, and the other half had fucked me in the ass, and I could tell with certainty thay had all been bigger than me.

Other people seemed to be commenting other parts of my outer appearance, and analyzing my body feature after feature. Some said my face was too round, others that my hair was too long, I heard that my arms looked too thin and that my thighs were too wide. I felt like I had been in front of a jury in a dog show or a beauty pageant. 

For a while I also seemed to be a center of attention to a group of several young women who seemed all to have taken a drink or too much. They gathered around me, giggling and talking with each other, one leaning to my left side, the other trying to nibble my ear, the third biting her long fingernails deep into my nipples, apparently waiting a reaction. 

However, since masturbating was the one thing I had been ordered to do, and nothing else, that is what I kept doing, and finally the women gave up.

Finally I heard the volume in the party starting gradually to drop, and I realized more and more people were leaving. Music was turned off and there seemed to be quite a commotion in the hallway, as people exited our apartment. 

I heard several people commenting to my mother how wonderful party she had arranged, and how grateful they all were. 

"Oh, it was nothing!" I heard her answer several times. "We must take this again sometime soon!"

Finally there was a silence, except for the sound my hand made as it pulled my penis. Moments passed and a part of me started to suspect my mother had left with her guests, but then I heard her voice again. 

"Stop masturbating", I heard my mother's voice. Immediately my hand dropped to my side. I had never pulled my penis that long before, and I could feel it tingling. Then I felt my mother opening the buckle behind my head, and then taking the blindfold off. I looked around me and almost gasped. I had never seen it in such a disarray. 

My mother looked at me smiling. "Well then, I have a feeling my friends enjoyed using you. Did you like it?"

I though the question for a moment. "Yes, I did", I said then. "It was fun."

"So, you say we should perhaps do this soon again?"

"Oh yes, mommy. I would like it very much."

"In that case we must", mother said smiling. Then she looked around her. "Well, it's awfully late, and I'm going to bed now. I suggest you start cleaning up. This place better be spotless if you don't want to spend your whole Christmas Eve in the fucking balcony, young lady."



Chapter 9:
The Perfect Mate

Soon my mother's parties became a regular thing. She arranged them once every couple of months, and they seemed to be gather more and more people each time. Even though they demanded a huge amount of work, both getting ready and preparing everything in advance as well as cleaning up afterwards, which was naturally my job, it was a lot of fun. People were very eager to use me, and it felt extremely good to be wanted and useful.

In addition to that, my mother's friends started to make social calls on other times as well. During those visits my job was to serve them coffee or whatever they wished to drink, and naturally to be used afterwards. My mother knew a lot of married couples, and it was sometimes hard to know who was more eager, the wife to have her pussy licked or the husband to have his cock sucked. 

Sometimes we also got dinner guests, sometimes up to three couples, and these visits naturally required more work from me in terms of preparing the dinner. Just like our meals regularly, my job was to serve as the waiter during these dinners. The occasions were something of a test for me, because any fault in the meal could end up me spending a night in the closet or in the balcony.

After the dinner our guests customary spend time in the living room talking while I was doing the dishes. It was important I washed the dishes properly, but also to do it as quickly as possible for not to let our guests wait. Again, any negative comments I might get in either could have resulted losing bedroom privileges for the following night. After I got the dishes done I was to join our guests to be used any manner they wished.

These dinner parties were however much rare than my mother's female friends dropping by, sometimes unannounced. At least they were unannounced to me, since my mother seemed to think it served a nice incentive for me not to know about them in advance. This kept me on my toes, since we all know any untidiness in our apartment or defect in things I served to our guests could lead to a night in the closet.

One of the mother's friends was a woman called Catherine. She was about ten to fifteen years older than me, but seemed to have kept her youthfulness. On the other hand there was something about her that made me extra cautious when she was around. Call it authority, charisma, or whatever you will. Also my mother seemed to notice this. 

Catherine hadn't attended none of my mother's parties, apparently, and she had started visiting our apartment quite recently. It took me quote a while to realize these weren't mere social calls. On one of these occasions my mother told me to sit down, which almost never happened normally. I sat down on the sofa facing them I kept my legs pressed together and put them sideways my mother had said woman were supposed to sit.

"I have been thinking", my mother said. " It is a high time for you to have a girlfriend. Do you remember the time we talked about finding you one? Well, we have been talking a lot about you with Catherine and based on what I have told her, she is very interested about you."

I looked at the women not knowing what to think.   

"Truth to tell, she is not even the first", my mother said and chuckled. "After we started to arrange our parties several women have been asking whether you're available, as well as men. You most likely are unaware of this, but you have made quite an impression to many of my friends. But my opinion Catherine would be ideal for you. But it is up to her, of course, whether she accepts my offer. So if I were you, I'd be on my best behaviour now."

"I understand, mother", I told her. "I will do my best."

"I know you will. Now go and serve us some coffee, dear."

I disappeared into the kitchen and returned into the living room in ten minutes carrying a silver tray. After the women had had their coffee my mother told us she will give us some time to get to know each other. She got her purse and said she has now some errands to run downtown. I heard the door shut and we sat in the living room in the silence.  

"Get on the floor" she said finally. Dutifully I went on my knees and placed my palms on the floor. I saw Catherine arranging pillows in the sofa so she could lie down comfortably. Then I saw her parting her legs and hiking her skirt to her hips. Immediately I could she wasn't wearing any underneath the skirt, and I was looking at her pussy. Putting her hand behind her head she closed her eyes. 

"I think you know what to do next." 


My mother returned three hours later. The woman. whose name was Catherine, I knew now, informed her that he would accept my mother's offer. My mother practically beamed, and the women hugged. My mother looked at me, and then Catherine. 

"Oh, this must be the happiest moment of my life. I am so sure you will be very happy.

Before the women went into my mother's study to sign the contract, they discussed some of the practical matters. I was surprised hearing there would be an actual contract, but apparently both women wanted to make the arrangement official. 

I was shown the contract afterwards. It was 50 pages long, and it seems the women had been working on for quite some time. The list of my responsibilities towards Catherine consisted more than half of it. Her responsibilities towards me, or rather my mother, was less than a page long.

One of the most important practical matter was the fact our relationship wasn't going to be monogamous, at least on her part. Catherine made it very clear she had no intention dropping her old social life, which seemed to include among other things a large network of lesbian relationships.

This was apparently included in the contract as well, and my mother assured that would be completely okay. When it came my mother's parties, there would be no change there either, other than Catherine having now a bigger say when and how I was to be used. However, I got the feeling this meant there wouldn't be at least any less of them in the future.

Things progressed rapidly in the course of next few weeks. Catherine and I didn't do much that could be called dating, but Catherine started to bring more and more of her stuff with her. Soon she practically lived with us and had become the third member of our family. I remained as the housemaid of course, even though an extra person meant more work.

The field of life I also had more work now was the sex part. I suddenly spent most of my so-called free time with my face in Catherine's crotch. Even though our first time had been a surprise to me, I had to admit my mother has made an excellent job in finding Catherine.

I had thought Catherine had started our relationship rather straightforward manner, making me to lick her pussy before even telling me her name. That was, however, her way of starting off gently. I soon realized Catherine had a lot of fetishes my mother didn't and many of them were rather extreme. I had a hunch it had been one of the reasons she had thought Catherine would suit me so well.

One of Catherine's ideas was that I should start using my tongue while I was cleaning the several toilets in our apartment, especially the toilet seat. The other was that it would be more logical if I didn't my leftover meals by the table, but on a floor from a dog bowl. Both my mother and my sister loved the ideas, and thanked Catherine for suggesting them. 

I also realized pretty quickly Catherine was more strict when it came disciplining me. Any fault in my performance, whether it was household matters or serving her, could lead to a night in the closet. Naturally I didn't hold that against her. I understood quite well I needed to be kept in control, and her strictness was merely a sign she cared for me. Also, the nights in the closet merely made me appreciate the ones I got to sleep under her arm, and my nude body pressed to her even more.

Also the cage on the balcony and the idea of seeing me to spend a night there fascinated her. After all, it was something she had never done. Therefore it was decided I would spend another night there, partly to remind me to what it was like, but mostly to accommodate Catherine. I couldn't blame them. After all, the cage was referred so often in our household it was understandable she wanted to see me spend a night in it.   

By this time it was already spring, but the temperature at nights was seldom over ten degrees above zero. However, according to the women this was more than enough for me, and they didn't see need for precautions this time. While I was serving the women breakfast the next day they all commented how good I looked, all things considering.

"This has been such an eye-opener for me", my mother said. "We must most definitely start to use the cage more often in the future."


What was used during the following summer was the balcony itself, as well. In the past it had been used mostly for keeping things my mother and sister didn't need at all times. Even though summer was a short one in these parts no one hardly used time there. With my punishment cage being there the women realized it was after all a nice balcony and they should use it more.

I was told clean it up, which meant finding new places to storage all the stuff there, and scrub the concrete floor clean. After it was done the women ordered some new garden furniture and wooden tiles on-line. After I got them assembled the women looked at the balcony, which had gone through quite a metamorphosis. 

"Oh this looks wonderful!" my mother to Catherine and my sister. "I am so glad we decided to make this place a bit nicer!"

Soon the women were having most of their breakfasts on the balcony. It was still my job to serve it to them, which made me a bit nervous, since standing all through the breakfast next to them on the balcony meant there was a bigger chance some of the neighbors may spot me. I mentioned this to mom, and she seemed to take my concern seriously.

"You're right", she said. "We have to think of something."

The next day I was told it would be my job from here on, not to serve them the breakfast but serve as the breakfast table. The actual table was moved aside, and I was told to go on all fours on the wooden tiles. One by one the breakfast dishes were put on my back, including the coffee mugs, and I was told to stay completely still.

At first it took some doing, but pretty soon I  got the knack, and learned how to be a perfect table. Over time I learned to enjoy our morning meals quite a lot. It was often nice outside during the summer on the balcony, and it was to be there naked, serve as the table for the women and listening them. We had become an actual family.

Autumn put an end to to these idyllic breakfast moments of ours. After all, in the parts where we lived it rained a lot already in October, and the autumn was generally very chilly and cold. What continued though was using the balcony for me to spend my nights occasionally.

During the summer the women had seldom used the cage on me, since they felt a warm summer night spent on the balcony wasn't much of a punishment. The more rainy, cold and chilly it got on the balcony, however, the more sense this made.



Chapter 10:
When It Rains

Catherine had lived with us a couple of weeks when she first told her about her fetish for golden showers. Or more specifically, someone drinking her pee. Especially she seemed to pee on men, or have them drink it. She also told me she had been thinking about it from the very beginning, and said it was a high time she got to pee on me.

At first I didn't know what to think of it, but it seems once again my reprogramming came into play. The minute Catherine mentioned liking it, I started to think it would something fun to try out. Soon we were in our spacious master bathroom, me on me back on the floor and her standing over me. 

After a while I felt the warm liquid hitting my body. Catherine turned her from side to side and I felt her urine hitting me from my thighs to my abdomen.

"Oh, this feels so good", I Catherine said, sighing. "I so wanted to do this the moment I saw you. From the moment I saw all those wonderful photos and videos of you."

Catherine directed the flow of pee to the mid-region of my body, and I noticed she seemed especially enjoy covering my excuse of a penis with it. She took a few step forward and the stream hit my chest and few drops hit my face, as well.

Knowing what was expected of me I started to spread the warm urine to all over my body as if it were a body lotion. Catherine looked at me from above and smiled, clearly pleased. "Yes, just like you fucking freak", she said. "Spread my urine all over your body."

Finally the warm stream hit me on the face. I closed my eyes but kept my mouth open, and soon felt the foul tasting liquid on tongue. There wasn't much of it, though. Apparently also Catherine noticed this as well, and a moment later I heard her voice.

"Get up before I run out. Come closer, I know you want it. Immediately I knew Catherine was right. I begun to get up, and keeping my eyes shut I started to approach the source of the stream. Finally it seemed I was right under her pussy lips, and I the stream hit my mouth and started filling it.

"Yes, just like that", heard Catherine's satisfied voice. "Keep you fucking mouth open and drink my pee." I managed to swallow two mouthfuls before the stream died out. I tried to wipe my face but it was difficult and it was hard for me to see anything. 

I looked around myself and then at Catherine. It seemed I was totally drenched in Catherine's urine, hair included. Catherine looked at me, smiling. "Well then. You've gotten now your first golden shower. Did you like it?"

I tried to think, as I felt drops of urine running down my back and other parts of my body. Then I looked at Catherine. "Yes", I said truthfully. "Very much."


Catherine peeing on me soon became our little routine. Also, after my mother and sister heard how much I liked to be peed on, they too wanted to try it out. Soon they all had had a go, and even though they both did it occasionally, neither of the didn't seem to enjoy it quite as much as Catherine.

Occasionally I was also told to follow the women to the toilet when they had to relieve themselves, to watch them urinate and then clean their pussies afterwards. After all, I was already familiar with the taste, so there was no sense wasting toilet paper.

A month later, as Catherine and I were hanging around in my room she told me she wanted to try something else. Picking up a glass pint she had been using to drink water a while earlier Catherine dropped her knickers, put the pint below her crotch. 

A moment later there was a familiar sound as the urine started to fill the pint. A few moments later she handed me the pint with warm, foaming urine. "Drink up!" she said and smiled.

I moved the glass to my lips, but the smell hitting my nostrils made me hesitate a bit. Ignoring the smell and taste started drinking. The smell of Catherine's pee now filled my mouth, but I ignored it and continued drinking fast. Grimacing, I put the pint down. 

"Good boy", Catherine said. Would you like to have more? There's plenty more where that came from."

I nodded. "Yes, please," I said, holding the pint up. 


What begun as a fetish quickly became a routine. Many times when Catherine had no time for bathroom ceremony she simply peed in a pint and ordered me to drink it. Over time I drank more and more of Catherine's urine, and I had a feeling she hardly never used our bathroom for peeing anymore.

Finally Catherine and my mother felt it would be an extremely exciting idea if I drank from here on all the urine not the three women produced. All three women loved this idea too.

"After all", mother said. "Why destroy the mother nature with our urine when there's a perfectly good way to recycle it through you!"   

At first I felt apprehension, but I must admit the thought excited me as well. It also seemed there was a mention of it in the contract Catherine and my mother had made, so there wouldn't have no point objecting.

Soon there was a fridge in out master bathroom that contained three plastic pitchers, labeled "Catherine", "Mommy" and "Sis". I was told that every time I became thirsty I was to go drink there. I was also advised to do it often enough, since no pee in the fridge would not go drain, and the faster I drank it the easier it would be for me.

This all meant I suddenly got a lot of fluids, and had to use bathroom quite often myself, as well. Fortunately I was allowed to use it normally, at least for the most part. Now and then, when the women wanted to have a bit of fun on my expense, I found also a fourth, much bigger pitcher in the fridge labelled "slave". 

Usually it remained in the freezer only a day or so at a time, but now and then the pitcher stayed there for several days. I was told the women were merely interested to see how long I could manage, and how long it was possible to maintain a system where more and more liquid goes in, but nothing comes out.

Sometimes I even found ice cubes it the three normal size pitchers during an experiment like this. This was done, according my sister, "to make it easier for me". Adding water to the system made the urine less bitter, naturally, but at the same time it added even more water to the system.

In addition of constantly having to run in the bathroom both to relieving myself as well drinking more urine, it also meant my belly was obscenely bulged out during the whole time. I fact, I looked like a pregnant mother, as I laboured around the house in my birthday suit with my huge belly.

The women felt I merely looked cute and more feminine, this way. "Pretty soon the only thing you need to look more like a woman is a pair of nice big tits on your chest", I was told on numerous occasions.   

Even though putting me through it was extremely uncomfortable, I couldn't be mad at the women. Nor was I able to wish they would stop their game, not really. They did what they did because it was amusing for them, and that was reason enough for me to play along.

The negative part in my reasoning was the fact they were, just like they had said, to see how long I managed. Therefore, every time I noticed the "slave" pitcher was gone and I knew I could use toilet again, I was aware soon it would remain there longer.



Chapter 11:
All Good Things

After everything that had happened to me I thought there would be nothing that could surprise me anymore. However, I was sorely mistaken. 

Catherine had now lived with us almost two years, and her coming into our life had meant a lot of things for me. Among other things, Catherine knew people who arranged high profile fetish parties, and wanted to start taking me there with her. Not as her boyfriend, naturally, but as property. I was familiar with being used at my mother's parties but this was something else entirely. 

At first I was surprised mom allowed Catherine to take me out, after all the time I had basically been a prisoner in our apartment for such a long time, especially to a public fetish party. Not to mention the fact I would attend them in my slave attire. Catherine explained to me however these weren't your local fetish party, but open only for people who could pay enough or who had connections.

This was all naturally very exciting for me, since it was the first time in several years I was taken outside our apartment. My excitement was short lived since it soon turned out I wouldn't see that much during these excursions. I was blindfolded before leaving, and it was removed only at our destination, usually a disused factory with lots of people and loud music.

Another thing that made it hard to remember much was the fact I was each time given a some sort party drug beforehand. Catherine had assured this was only for my own good, and also my mother seemed to think it couldn't hurt either. However, thanks to the drugs, I had only vague recollections of the parties in question. 

I remembered only bits and pieces, and almost like whoever had experienced was someone else than me. A part of me was happy this was the case. To make things interesting my inner directive to follow orders to the letter without hesitation was no extended to everyone I might meet at the party.

In the course of two years we attended them once in few months. I didn't enjoy them as such, especially since my recollections were so hazy, and some it was things I didn't even want to remember. But it was something I was expected to do, which was reason enough for me. I also warmed my heart to see how excited Catherine was before each party.   


At some point I noticed that my sister, my mother and Catherine started acting differently then before. I had no idea why, and they didn't tell me anything either. I was often left in the dark about many things, and I had gotten used to it. This time it seemed to be something big and exciting.       

Finally, one day my mother asked me join her the living room. She had her laptop on the table and it looked like she was working and drinking tea. As I approached she looked up and smiled.

"Ah, here you are", she said. "Please, sit down and have some tea."

She handed me a cup and I tasted it. I seldom drank tea anymore, for obvious reasons, so this was a rare treat for me.  

"Well, as you may have guessed, something big is happening, but we haven't wanted to involve you before everything is final", my mother said. "And believe me, this is big. The thing is, we will me moving soon."

"Really?" I said, taking another sip. "Why?"

"Oh, this is a nice apartment, but none of us enjoy living downtown that much" my mother said sighing. "Also, lately there's has come up several reasons, having to with your sister's studies and the responsibilities me and Catherine have, that make this location impractical."

"I understand", I said, nodding, still  trying to take the information in. Even though the apartment has become perhaps a bit too familiar the past few years I had become accustomed to it. "Can I ask where?" 

"Oh, into something much nicer", my mother said and turned her laptop I could see what was on it. 

On the screen there was a aerial view of a beach house. Even though the word house was in that case somewhat of a understatement, and mansion would be closer to the truth. Then the photo changed, and I realized it was a slideshow.

I looked at the slide show speechless, the place look fabulous. I couldn't believe we would soon move there. I knew mommy was well of, as well as Catherine, but I was surprised we could afford such a place. I said that and saw my mother smile.

"You're absolutely right, normally we wouldn't be", she said chuckling. "But I have recently sold something valuable which makes this possible."

"Really?" I said. "What?" I didn't know mother owned jewellery, or land, at least amounts that could allow this. 

"Well, honey", my mother said smiling. "I have sold you."

I looked at my mother, not quite understanding what she had just said.

"So, you see, when I said we would be moving I fear you misunderstood. I meant me, your sister and Catherine would be moving there, not you."

"But I don't understand..."

"I will explain", she said calmly. "Do you remember the fetish party you went to last month? Well, it seems you managed to make quite an impression to someone there. Someone very, very rich. Soon after the party we got an offer for you."

Mother turned the laptop back to herself and chuckled at my astonished face. 

"Oh, this is not the first time, honey. We have gotten nice offers from you many times, but the price hasn't been right, and we haven't had need for the money. This time, however the offer was simply too good to pass. Someone was willing to pay a lot of money to have you. And I mean a lot.

"But... who could..." I stammered. Suddenly the cup in my hands felt heavy.

"Who?" mother said and shrugged. "I have no idea who. An eccentric millionaire? A rich oil sheik? Someone who wants to actually to own a person, and to do it whatever he or she likes to? A person like you, someone who has no sense of self preservation, merely a blind desire to please. Your guess is as good as mine." 

My mother shrugged again and closed the laptop. "I don't know, and quite frankly, honey, I don't care", she said smiling. "All I care about is the money. The sum arrived on my bank account a few moments ago, and as we speak, there will be men to pick you up. They will be here shortly."

"But mother, why?" I said, my voice almost breaking. I knew my programming made me want to do everything they wanted and to like it, and I felt suddenly my reason to exist was gone.

I started talking about all the things she had said, how happy she had been by my change. My mother watched me looking almost sympathetically and smiled. 

"Oh, you have been wonderful, dear. And these have been amazing couple of years, make no mistake about that. It's just..." Her voice trailed off. Then he looked at me with a matter of fact kind of look on her face. 

"Well, truth to tell, honey. I have already achieved everything what set out to do. I was able to make my son, an offspring of a rapist, impotent. You will never rape anyone, like your father did. And even better, I made you a sissy who is eager to please and loves everything that is being done to you. You have brought so much joy during my life during the past few years. And as the last thing you bring to our lives is the fortune we get when we sell you off. "

I had trouble thinking straight. Everything my mother said seemed too surreal and I had fight to get the words out.

"But... do you have to?" I said pleadingly. "I mean, we're a family. You, and me, and Sis, and Catherine. What will they think?"

"Oh, they are quite okay with the arrangement", my mother said smiling. "More than okay. They will manage quite nicely without you. Truth to tell, you will benefit this family so much more as a long line of zeros on our bank account than you ever did as a person".

I watched at my mother as she kept talking. Suddenly the cup in my fingers felt incredibly heavy. 

"As for us being a family, dear. Well, I hate to break this to you, but you're not a part of this family anymore. You are now someone else's property, and they can do whatever they want with you. I have sold you, and quite honestly, I don't care what happens to you now, not the least bit."

I had difficulties concentrating my mother's words. The room had suddenly started to spin around me. The half empty cup of tea slipped from my fingers and I felt falling down on the sofa. I could still feel everything but no matter hard I tried I couldn't get up or open my eyes.

I felt mother's kiss on my forehead, and then heard her words.

"Goodbye, my son. Have a happy rest of your life." Then I heard her chuckle. 

"However short that may be." 

Somewhere far in the distance you could hear the sound of a doorbell.