Hello Reader,
This is the second installment to this series, if you have not read part 1 please do so now. Please keep in mind that I use your feedback from the comments to direct the next section of the story so if there is something you want more… or less of leave a note. This does not mean it will always happens since there is a general plan for this story and some exposition is necessary for you to feel engaged in the MCs progress.
The next chapter will contain MCs first task from the dresser. What should it be?
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Part 2
It was with abject horror that I stared at the open doorway where my mother stood, 7″ high heels, slutty black dress without a bra and her makeup just slightly messed up on her face. Her eyes were wide open, mouth slightly agape and nipples hard and poking out through the thin fabric of her dress.
“What the actual fuck is happening” She intoned.
“Mmmmom, what are you doing here, how long have you been standing there?” I stuttered out to her as she continued to stare at my now forgotten dick.
“Long enough to see you fucking your dresser, or whosever that is since it definitely isn’t the one I keep finding playboy magazines in. Where is your dresser? And why do you have the new mystery box?” By now the shock in her voice had slowly started to be replaced by a subtle not happy tone.
“I got a new one, this one was supposed to be better.” I desperately offered hoping to steer the subject away from the dresser that I had just had my dick in, not even aware that she had called it a mystery box.
“Look son, I think it may be time for us to have a talk about sex. I have been ignoring your masturbation habits and apparently a few other things for too long now. Why don’t you get dressed and we can have a talk about all this.” She said this with such a motherly tone that I was tempted to ignore all the embarrassment and listen to her for once. Unfortunately for me I am stubborn.
“NO, look I am a grown man, I can have porn, I can fuck a dresser if I want to. We are not having a conversation about this. Please just leave me alone so I can get dressed and change my sheets. We will never talk about this again.” I used as much force in my tone as I dared muster and for once it seemed to work. She simply nodded and left my room, shutting the door behind her.
What a mess, my sheets were soaked in piss, the app for the box was unresponsive, my mother saw me fucking my dresser, and my cock is locked in a chastity cage. None of this was at all according to what I had anticipated from the mystery box. As I stripped my bed of my sheets and pulled out some gym shorts and a fresh t-shirt from the worst dresser in history, I contemplated what I was going to do for the next two days while I waited for the app to allow me to communicate with MB. I had tomorrow off for Sunday and had to be back in class on Monday but not until the afternoon which means that I should be able to get into the app before going to class.
I put my sheets in the wash, put fresh ones on my bed and went on my computer to learn about chastity cages. Here is where I should mention that this is not the first time I have happened across them, Riley showed me one on a visit to the Mystery Store when I was ogling the original box as a good starter option. It was a CB series and she said that it would help me size out a cage until I knew what I wanted for long term. At the time I gave Riley a long stare to say “as if I would be caught dead wearing that try again Satan”. However now I needed answers and where better to get answers than Reddit. So on to r/chastitytraining I went and looked at all the posts there to see what I was up against. For the rest of the afternoon, I browsed the subreddit and commented on posts asking questions.
There were a few main things I learned from these experts. A) Nighttime was going to be a pain in my balls. B) I now sit to pee. C) Aquaphor or petroleum jelly is my friend. There was tons of other information I saw ranging from long term lockups to cuckold advice, to the best way to bring it up to their wife. I also learned from sharing a dick pick with a random guy that I was wearing a Badass workroom device, customized with a proprietary security screw, some sort of customization on the underside of the base ring and cage they could not identify, and Titanium based on the fact that it was a rich blue. Once I finally stopped reading the horror story that would be the next two days for me I decided it was finally time to go downstairs and make awkward eye contact with my mother while I ate something.
There at the kitchen table was a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup, a favorite of mine since early childhood. I sat down in the chair opposite hers and started eating while avoiding as much eye contact as possible. About halfway through my grilled cheese she cleared her throat to get my attention. I begrudgingly looked at her to see innovia escort what she wanted.
“How long until the app responds again? She spoke with only business in her voice, matter of fact no question.
“How do you know there is a timeout on the app?” I asked.
It was at this moment that I realized she knew more than she had let on earlier. If she knew about the app and the timeout then she obviously knows what the dresser is and must have at some point used one or known someone else who did.
“They all have a random timer that stops the use of the app and box for the first 12-120 hours. The choice is random and chosen by MB. Didn’t you read the instructions before you started using it?” She said this last part as if I was some stupid idiot who stuck their dick into a hole without knowing what was on the other side…
“I didn’t get any instructions; the delivery man just dropped the dresser off at my room and took the old one. I stuffed all my clothes back into the marked drawers as fast as I could before turning it on.” I said this with worry, my mom always had a thing about reading the manual, even has a saying for it… RTFM.
“Look, I know you are exploring your sexuality, and I am not mad that you bought this. Neither am I upset that you started. However, I am upset that you stuck your pecker into a hole out of curiosity for what a blowjob feels like without RTFMing.” She said.
She stood up at this last part and walked over to a cabinet where she kept all the manuals for every single thing she had ever bought before.
“Here is a manual for this model. Read it, learn it, understand it since you seem to want to take this journey. If you need help with part 3 let me know and I will see what I can do.” With that last part she threw a manual on the table and left me alone with my thoughts, an odd boner that could never be no matter how hard it tried, and a manual to read as a bedtime story.
I had with all intention tried to read the manual, but it was a long day, and I was tired from the anxiety of it all. I fell asleep on my bed snoring softly with the manual on my chest. I had pleasant dreams that night of four random women who surrounded me while I slept and rubbed me all up and down my legs and arms. Teasing my sensitive nipples, before one of them took my entire cock into her mouth to “massage” it. She took her puckered lips, red with lipstick and dragged her tongue up from the root of my shaft to the tip before twisting her tongue around the head and probing gently at my slit. Her warm wet mouth felt wonderful, and I pushed my cock into her mouth only for her to pull away and wag her finger at me as if to say, “naughty naughty” and took my swollen sack into her mouth to suck. At this point the woman at my head leaned down over my head and stuck her heaving chest into my face. I reached out with my tongue to suck a nipple into my mouth where she moaned with pleasure as I suckled at her breast. Not to be outdone the woman at my cock started sucking my cockhead, trying to stay remembered while there were two sets of hands wandering over me on either side while the mouths they were attached to placed gentle kisses up my arms and chest. It felt wonderful to have my cock head in a warm mouth, she ran the tongue around my shaft and licked the underside of my helmeted soldier before taking the entire thing into her mouth, swallowing the entire length into her throat. At the same time, I felt the suction that had never left my balls start to get harder and it caused me to look up to see what other mouth could possibly be taking me in with all four accounted for.
There stood a naked Riley, firm C cup breasts that could either be the natural youthfulness or the result of some fake implants, with her bottom half obstructed by the woman still suckling on my balls I had no way to see what she was or wasn’t packing. She stared at me and told me to relax with just her big blue eyes. She reached down and took my cock into her hands and started stroking it. She leaned over and put the cockhead just at her mouth and began those wonderful motions of her tongue again.
“Take it all, please I’m begging you suck me off” I screamed, thrashing around as my body approached climax.
She complied, taking my dick and putting the first two inches into her mouth before biting down hard.
I screamed in pain, thrashed left and right trying to escape the pain only to realize I was awake and in my own bed. No Riley, no mystery women, just me my cage and the damn box. I looked down at my cock to see what could possible be so painful even after leaving the dream just to see that damn cage staring back at me forgotten in the midst of my fever dream.
“This is not going to work. I need my safe word, I cannot sleep like this” I muttered angrily while staring at the dresser and loading the app.
I figured that it had me enter a safe word when I started therefore, I could enter the safe word ipsala escort now and stop this madness. When the app loaded it simply said
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Next step 2 days
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No option for safe words, no typing function, no buttons, nothing. At this my door opened and my mother walked in wearing a silk robe that did nothing to hide her curves, the gentle yet obvert swell as her breasts strained to escape the material. The way her nipples poked through the silk just barely visible in the light of the hallway. Her robe opened slightly at the leg revealing what I thought at first to be underwear only to realize it was a thin patch of hair just above her slit.
“Cage pains?” she asked calmly seeing that my screaming was not due to being violently murdered in my sleep.
“Yes, and this stupid thing won’t let me enter my safe word to get out.”
“Did you RTFM yet?” she yawned as she said this causing her chest to swell momentarily with the intake of breath.
“No, I fell asleep about halfway through” I covered my crotch with my blankets as I said this, trying to make it as nonchalant as possible since every time I caught a sight of her nipples, or let my eyes wander to her landing strip my cage jumped noticeably.
“Read the first paragraph of the first page” she said as she turned on my light and exposed the full glory of her sheer nightgown.
Thank you for choosing Mystery Box for this journey. It is very important to be sure you are ready to start this journey before you start the application. Once started you will be “locked into” a course of action for the next 12-120 hours. You will not have an option to abort this sequence as it is here to encourage compliance and keep adventurers like you from getting any post nut clarity.
Plain as day it practically told me about the chastity and about the extended start up.
“Go to bed, there is nothing you can do.” She walked away as she said this, ass jiggling with just the perfect crescent moon slivers of ass cheek hanging out the back as she walked out, turning off my light. My cage, needless to say, jumped.
The next morning came by without further visits from Riley or my mother. However, I did sleep in a little late, it was already noon by the time I was up and I only had 1 thing on my mind, speaking to my mother about what she knew.
My mother, however, had other plans, as when I walked into the kitchen I saw a note there.
Gone shopping be back by dinner. Don’t play with it, it will make it worse.
Love Mom
XOXOXO
What was I supposed to do then for the next 4 hours until she got home to make dinner. I had considered being productive and working out, or doing homework, even socializing with friends. Instead, I started reading stories from other caged men to try and get an idea of how to cum with this thing on. There were two options and only one of them I would consider, putting a vibe against the cage and try to have an orgasm that way. It wouldn’t allow my cock to get hard but may just possibly allow me some relief. The only issue is that I don’t have a vibe… but I had a pretty good idea of who might.
Snooping in my mothers’ room used to be fun, the exhilaration of opening a drawer full of panties knowing that they were hers. Or opening her bedside drawer to see dildos and vibrators, handcuffs and other things all piled at the bottom. As I got older however this allure disappeared, replaced by internet porn and my hand. Today, however, that drawer full of stuff was going to come in handy. I ran upstairs, causing the cage to jiggle in my loose shorts and bruise my balls slightly. I pulled open her drawer and pulled out a magic wand, all the subreddits said this one was best since it was powerful enough to feel through the cage. I took it back to my room and laid in bed, legs splayed and turned it on. Immediately the cage tightened around my shaft, my balls pulled and forced the root of my cock away from my body, and yet I could feel my orgasm building.
I laid that way for about 15 mins, unable to cum and yet more frustrated than before. I opened reddit and loaded some of my favorite subreddits for porn, no chastity, no incest themes, no transgenders biting my cock. Another 15 minutes, and my balls started turning blue. I started to grow desperate, I went back to the chastity forums and read the comments. They suggested playing with my ass or doing something new to help excite your ever addicted brain. Since I was 150% not playing with my ass, I thought about what I could do that would excite me enough to cum. I immediately went back to my moms’ toy chest and looked around. Dildos, gags, bondage; nothing I could use to help me. Then I thought of that silk robe she wore last night, and my cage jumped. I pulled open her drawers until I found her panties and lingerie. Not seeing the robe I grabbed a pair of silky smooth panties anyway and took them back to my room.
There I stood with a pair of my mothers’ panties. iskenderun escort Cheeky cut, with a rumpled seem in the center of the ass to encourage it to settle in the ass crack and hug the cheeks better. By no means was this a sexy thong or anything risqué. Yet holding it gave me pleasure, so I laid down again with my legs spread like a frog and put the panties on my face while I turned on the vibrator. I got closer and closer yet always too far away to finally have the release I craved. I threw the panties in frustration. Unable to hold my phone for porn and the panties to my face I decided that the porn was better and went back on a chastity forum. This time however it was one with pictures and videos of other men wearing their cages. One in particular caught my attention. It was a young man, early 20s and yet their dick was locked in a pink plastic cage with the front in the image of a vagina. He was wearing stockings and panties and used a vibrator to reach an orgasm.
I sprung out of bed, grabbed the panties on the floor and put them on. I wasn’t sure what was scarier, that I fit into my mother’s panties almost perfectly or that I was wearing her panties. With no further thought I jumped into bed and started the vibe again. Bliss, sweet, sweet bliss. I came in less than 2 minutes. My cum squirting from the tip of the cage, hitting the bars at the front and turning the cum into a spray bottle misting my cum all over the inside of the panties I had stolen. I turned the vibe off and laid there, much more relaxed; the cage forgotten, the dresser forgotten, mother, Riley, the panties, all forgotten in my bliss.
*Thump*
The loud slamming of the door roused me from my post nut clarity and meditation with panic as I realized my door was open, I was wearing my mothers panties, and I had her vibe in my hand.
“Honey I’m home, sorry it took so long I stopped for some clothes at my favorite store.” She yelled from downstairs as I heard plastic bags rustling.
It was decision time; how much did I need to do to hide my activities. I knew I needed to close her drawer or I would be outed immediately. I also needed to get her panties in the laundry downstairs and get dressed before she came upstairs. I also needed to return the vibe to her drawer so she wouldn’t miss it.
“Honey?” She yelled.
“Ya Mom, I’m coming” I yelled back with a crack in my throat.
The thumping of the stairs stopped with my response, and I sprang into action. I grabbed my gym shorts figuring I could get the panties off and into the hamper later. I wiped the vibe with my sheets and rushed to her room to throw it back in the drawer and close the drawer. I made it downstairs without her any the wiser to what I had just done. Surprisingly this time the cage moved much less, and my balls didn’t hurt from the up and down motion of the stairs.
“I didn’t want to cook today so I grabbed some takeout on the way home. Can you please get plates from the cabinet and some drink glasses?” she said.
I nodded my agreement and reached up into the bottom shelf to grab plates. Setting them on the table where she started piling on Chinese food from the local place down the street. I reached up into the second cabinet to get the cups but had to stand on my toes to reach the third shelf. Neither of us were good at doing the dishes so this wasn’t such an uncommon thing. We sat to eat, and dinner wasn’t too awkward.
Once she finished, I coughed to get her attention, “Mom, can we talk for a bit about the dresser? You seem to know about this, and I am so confused.”
“Not today honey, I have had a long day and I want to go to bed and unwind.” She said this as she stood from the table and grabbed her drink to head upstairs.
I sat at the table feeling disappointed. I looked as she slowly started climbing the stairs before stopping after the first two.
“Oh, and honey, those panties with the ruffle in the back fit you really well. Why don’t you keep them, I’m sure they must help with the movement of the cage too.” She didn’t look back at me as she said this. It wasn’t a question, just a statement. She didn’t need to ask if I was wearing panties, she just knew.
“Oh, and did you clean my dildo or vibrator after you used it, or did you just stuff it back into my drawer hoping I wouldn’t notice.” This time she did look back and grinned as she saw my face beet red, mouth agape.
“How did you know…” I stammered.
“Simple honey, I know the dresser didn’t open the cage for you and yet you reek of cum. That means you managed a caged orgasm either through ass play or with a vibe. Since I know you don’t have either that means you used mine.” Her mouth curled into a smirk as she finished.
“And the panties?” I squeaked. There was no point in denying it, she had me dead to rights.
“Your ass honey, I can see where the panty lines are, and when you reached up to grab the cups, your shorts pulled down against the counter showing one of my cheekies, the pink was a bold choice though. Now, I won’t need my toys tonight, I am legitimately tired, but that entire drawer needs to be cleaned and organized before I get home Monday. Consider that your punishment for using mommy’s toys.” She waited until I nodded in response then sauntered up the stairs and out of sight…
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