Mommy's Special Medicine Ch. 03

Toby wasn't sure how to respond, so he just did as he was told. He kept rubbing moisturiser into his Mother's legs as he did every morning, until both her calves and thighs were luscious and shiny. Once he was done, his Mother stood, turned and to his surprise, pointed to a spot on the back of the thigh, just below her buttocks.

"Kiss," she ordered.

Not needing to be told twice, Toby leaned in and planted a gentle kiss just below his Mother's finger. She then pointed to the same spot on her other leg, and again Toby pressed his lips affectionately against his Mother's thigh.

"Good boy," his Mother sat back down and suddenly her voice took on a more serious tone. "Alright then, now that you look the part, it's time to get on with the serious work of stripping away that ego so you don't have to worry about getting in trouble again. From now on I'm going to need you to do everything I say; even if it sounds strange or scary you have to remember I'm doing this for your own good. Understand?"

"Yes Mommy, I understand."

"Excellent, I know you won't let me down," she cupped his cheek kindly "Now before we begin, Mommy is going to have to make a few little adjustments around the house to help you transition into your new life. This will be a lot easier with you out of the way and is also good because it gives me a chance to introduce you to the first of my new rules you're going to be following."

Toby tried to suppress the feeling of unease which was steadily building in his chest.

"So at the moment when Mommy leaves the house you're pretty much free to do as you please aren't you? Oh of course I know I can trust you to get on with your chores like a good boy, you've certainly never let me down before, but after recent events I just don't feel it's appropriate for you to have this level of independence."

What did she mean independence, Toby wondered incredulously, he almost never left the house anymore!

"You see I'm just not comfortable with you doing things when I'm not around to supervise, it might put silly ideas in your head that you can cope without being reliant on Mommy to run your life and we both know that just isn't true," his Mother went on, her kind tone making the patronising message seem so reasonable "so from now on, whenever Mommy leaves the house, we're going to make sure you're nice and safely tied up, so you don't have to worry about functioning without me."

"T-tied up?" Toby sluttered.

"Yes silly, tied up! It's the only way I can be sure you won't get into any trouble without me to protect you. There's lots of exciting ways we can do it, ropes, chains, maybe even wrap you up in clingfilm! I promise we will have lots of fun seeing how many binds we can leave you in."

"I-I-I don't..." Toby couldn't believe what he was hearing. Being tied up every time his Mother left the house? That was insane! She couldn't do that to him. Whatever was left of his rational mind was desperately trying to stand up to her, but the words just wouldn't come. The image of his Mother comforting him last night appeared in his head, telling him she'd make everything ok even after he'd behaved so selfishly. No, he had to remember that this was what he needed. His Mother knew what was best for him and if she thought he needed to spend each day tied up and helpless, then she must be right.

"Yes Mommy," he gave in reluctantly.

"Good, now stand up and put your feet together for me. We've got a lot to do and there's no time to lose."

As Toby complied with her instruction, his Mother lifted the lid of the wooden clothes chest at the foot of her bed and pulled out a bundle of coarse, green rope. Bending to the floor, she then looped a length of the rope around each of his ankles and secured them tightly together, before tying further ropes just above and below his knees. Though Toby was standing in an upright position, his legs were tied so tightly that he couldn't move so much as an inch without his Mother's assistance.

"There we go, you won't be going anywhere in a hurry now," his Mother smirked with satisfaction "Now come on, let's get you nice and snugly tucked away in your little trunk shall we?"

"M-my little trunk?" Toby didn't understand what she meant, though the penny dropped when his Mother nodded suggestively towards the now empty clothes chest. "Wait, you want me to get in there?!"

"Yes, it's the perfect place to keep you safely shut away while I make all the necessary preparations. Hurry now, get in and lie on your tummy. I don't want to ask twice."

For the first time since his beating last night, Toby felt a genuine urge to resist. Perhaps the worst of the drugs were wearing off or perhaps it was the fact he'd always been a little claustrophobic, but every fibre of his being was screaming for him not to get into that trunk. Though even if Toby had the will to defy his Mother, with his legs so completely immobilised he was completely at her mercy. He knew one way or another she'd get what she wanted, and he really didn't want to disappoint her again. So with no real choice in the matter he took a deep breath, pushed his fears aside and awkwardly manoeuvred his way into the thin, coffin-like clothes chest.

As soon as his belly touched the hard wooden floor, it became immediately clear that he wasn't going to fit comfortably inside. There was only an inch or two between his face and the side of the chest yet the box only ran as far as his knees, forcing him to bend his legs so that his bound feet poked comically out the top.

His Mother didn't seem to see this as a problem however, and quickly went about completing his bondage. She wrapped rope around his wrists to cuff them tightly together then added another tie at his elbows, painfully pulling them until they touched. The strain on his shoulders had Toby wincing, though his Mother showed no sympathy and simply went about her work; levering his feet down so that the ropes binding his wrists and ankles were brought together, before looping a final length of rope between the two and forcing her son into a strict hogtie.

Toby whimpered pathetically, his sense of fear building as the strict tie left him feeling more helpless and vulnerable than ever before. The sound brought a smile to his Mother's face as she knelt beside him and stroked his back affectionately.

"There there baby, I know it's scary but remember Mommy's doing this for your own good," she said soothingly.

"I-I know," Toby croaked, trying not to cry.

"Mommy's really proud of you today, letting me tie you up like this, it shows that you really do want to get better."

"Thank you," he spoke with a little more conviction, genuinely consoled by the fact his Mother was proud of him.

"In fact, you've been such a good boy, I think you deserve a little reward."

She disappeared for a few moments, then made her way back to the top of the clothes chest where she stood towering over his bound body. At first Toby was too taken aback by the way her long legs rose up from the lid of the chest like skyscrapers to pay any attention to the large white basket she held in her hands. It wasn't until she held it out to him that he realised his Mother was holding her laundry basket over his head.

"Look what Mommy got for you!" She exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp of delight. "All Mommy's dirty clothes from the last two weeks, and now you get to snuggle up to them while you wait for me to come home."

Without waiting for him to respond, she upended the basket and poured its contents into the chest. Within seconds Tobys was covered with his Mother's dirty clothes, from jeans and t-shirts to bras and panties, the sweaty, worn garments covered his body like a blanket.

"Ohh look at you all covered in Mommy's clothes, what a lucky boy you are!" His Mother clapped her hands together in elation. "But that's not all, look at this little treat Mommy saved for you."

She reached to the ground and picked up a balled up pair of socks that must have once been white, but were so worn that the soles were stained with a light brown tinge.

"These are Mommy's gym socks, I've been wearing the same pair for weeks so they're nice and sweaty for you," she explained eagerly. "They must taste just like Mommy's feet; I bet you can't wait to try them! Come on, open wide."

Clearly certain Toby would see this as an incredibly enticing prospect, his Mother gave him no chance to refuse and pushed her filthy socks between his lips, stuffing them in until his mouth was filled with the damp cotton.

"Mmmph," Toby groaned as his tongue was overpowered by the musty taste of two weeks worth of dirt and sweat. It filled his mouth like no flavour he'd ever come across before, though bizarrely there was a part of him that almost enjoyed the taste of it!

"Oh I know, I bet they're delicious aren't they?" His Mother grinned "actually that reminds me, I'd better not forget this..."

After a quick rummage through her handbag, she pulled out a thick roll of masking tape, ripped off a small piece and used it to seal Toby's mouth shut.

"There you go, now you don't have to worry about them accidently slipping out while I'm gone," she happily informed her now gagged son, before shooting a glance down at her watch and raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh my, is that the time? We've just had such fun I completely lost track of it!"

Toby could only watch and squirm in his restraints as his Mother hurried to her dressing table and returned holding a pair of clearly worn white panties in one hand, and a bottle of his special medicine in the other.

"To think I almost ran out of time to give you your last little present," she tutted, shaking her head as she soaked the crotch of the panties with his medicine. "Mommy's been wearing these panties for you all night. I must admit, I worked up quite a sweat spanking that bottom of yours yesterday, so they should be nice and smelly for you. Here you go."

Toby's Mother bent down and clamped the drug soaked panties over his nose. With his mouth sealed shut he had no option but to sniff in the potential fumes which mingled with the scent of his Mother's pussy. Some primal instinct had him bucking uselessly against the ropes that held him, but the fit only lasted a moment. Once the drugs enveloped him in their euphoric warmth, his body went limp and pleasurable sensations began to flow through his veins. Toby's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the hard-on which had subsided during his ordeal was back with a vengeance, practically pulsating as it fought against its metal prison.

"That's it my darling, just let the medicine do its work."

His Mother's whispering voice was like nectar in his ears; so calming, so soothing. It didn't matter what she said; he just had to listen and obey. It was all so distracting, he barely noticed as two more strips of tape were gently applied to hold the panties in place.

"Alright sweetie, it's time for me to leave you alone now. I know you hate to be away from Mommy but don't worry, I promise I'll be back real soon and we will have so much fun introducing you to your new life."

With that she gave him a final, lingering kiss on the cheek and gently closed the lid of the trunk, shutting Toby alone in the darkness. In less than an hour the poor boy had gone from waking happy and content next to a beautiful woman to being locked in pitch black, trussed up like a pig with his body shaved, the taste of his Mother's feet filling his mouth and her panties taped across his face. Yet somehow, when he moaned and groaned in the inky blackness, it wasn't through fear, anger or pain; No, they were moans of sheer, uncontrollable pleasure.

Grace

Visiting Catherine was always a treat, but today Grace was more excited than ever to meet up with her oldest friend. The two of them had been partners in crime over the last few weeks, delighting in plotting Toby's downfall together. Since Catherine was the one who developed Toby's 'special medicine' and had extensive experience using it to curb her own son's errant behaviour, there was no-one better placed to help Grace bring her plans to life. Today was going to be a busy one, but after all Catherine's input, Grace was happy to find time to fill her in on last night's debauchery. Plus with a bit of luck, the package she'd promised to have sent over from the lab might just have arrived in time for her to introduce it to Toby on his big day.

The warm autumn sunshine matched Grace's mood perfectly as she pulled through the gates of her friend's large country estate. The birds were singing, there was a pleasant breeze and her son was tied up at home with her panties taped onto his face; all in all, life was pretty much perfect. She parked up, made her way along the stone path and cheerfully wrapped her knuckles against the thick, wooden door.

"Grace my darling, good morning," Catherine greeted her as she swung open the door "or should I say good afternoon!"

"Oh I am sorry, I was a little delayed. You know how it is, a Mother's work is never done," Grace shot back with a knowing smirk.

"Perfectly understandable my dear, I can't wait to hear all about it."

The two friends pulled each other into a warm embrace, then moved through to the kitchen where Catherine already had a pot of coffee brewing. Grace watched as her friend decanted the steaming brown liquid into a pair of fine china cups and couldn't help but notice she looked as stunning as ever. Catherine was always immaculately presented and today was no different. With her black pencil skirt, crisp white shirt and auburn hair pulled up into a bun, she had the look of a strict headteacher about her, though her tight toned body and angelic face meant she retained an elegant sort of beauty. During their school days their classmates had always labelled Grace as the sexy one, though Grace herself couldn't disagree more.

Over two piping hot cups of coffee, Grace told her friend all about how perfectly the night before had gone. How Toby had been so shocked by her confronting him that he'd raised no resistance as she tied him down and beaten him bloody. How he'd been so utterly broken by the end of it that he'd collapsed into her arms, sobbing and agreeing with every word she poured into his ear. Catherine seemed to particularly enjoy how easily he'd allowed his own Mother to lock him in chastity.

"Sounds like subconsciously he actually wanted you to take control of his cock," she laughed "how good of you to oblige."

"Oh you know me, I'd do anything for my darling son," Grace grinned wolfishly.

"I don't doubt it," Catherine paused thoughtfully. "So tell me, just how far are you planning to take this? After today everything we've planned so far will have come to fruition. You will have your boy under complete control, with no danger of him running off with the first woman who flashes him a smile. Is that the limit of what you wish to accomplish? Or do you want more?"

Grace furrowed her brow as she considered her response. Truthfully, it was a question she'd been asking herself a lot recently.

"Well I must admit, I am rather enjoying myself," she replied carefully. "When this all started I just wanted to make sure I kept Toby all to myself, but having such complete control of him, being the absolute centre of his world like this, it's just been the most thrilling experience of my life!"

"Yes I thought that might be the case, I often find that once my clients have a taste of the power that Aphrobin can bring, they end up craving more. I know I personally found it rather... intoxicating."

"Yes that's the word for it, intoxicating," Grace agreed. "When I see the way he utterly adores me, even as I slowly dismantle his life around him, it's just such a rush! I often find myself fantasising about how far I can take him, I guess I just..."

Grace paused in hesitation.

"Just what?" her friend asked kindly.

"Well I guess I just worry that at some point it will all get a bit much for him," Grace admitted "surely the boy can only be pushed so far before he snaps and decides to stand up for himself?"

"Oh I think you'd be surprised," Catherine paused. looking thoughtful. "You remember my Ryan don't you? Always such a willful boy; A little terror as a child and even worse when he hit his teenage years. Drinking, smoking, staying out all night; I was at my wits end with him."

"Yes I remember him causing you no end of trouble growing up. Though from what I hear, I take it that's no longer the case?"

"Indeed it is not," Catherine grinned "however I think you'll agree that one could push a meek, mild boy like Toby substantially further than it would be possible to do so for someone like Ryan?"

"Well yes, I suppose that makes sense."

"Indeed. In that case, how would you like to pay Ryan a little visit? In the year since I was forced to take drastic measures to prevent him from growing into a degenerate, I've generally kept him away from the public eye. But I think he's well adjusted enough at this stage to cope with some outside interaction and I think it will be very useful for you to see what's possible with sufficient medication and training."

Grace's eyes lit up at the idea. She hadn't seen Ryan since shortly after his 21st birthday, when he'd abandoned his family meal to party with some friends, returning in the early hours so intoxicated that he vomited on his Mother's favourite sheep-skin rug. When she met with Catherine the next day, her friend was more furious than Grace had ever seen her before. Less than two weeks later, Ryan ingested his first dose of an experimental new medication called Aphrobin, and his life changed forever. Catherine had delighted in telling her all about his transformation from a wayward layabout to little more than the family pet, but fearful that seeing someone from his 'old life' could undo her good work, Catherine hadn't risked allowing Grace to actually see the results for herself. Until it seemed, today.

"Oh yes! I'd like that very much," Grace exclaimed excitedly.

"Wonderful, in that case, follow me."

Catherine led her out of the kitchen and into the hallway, stopping beside what Grace had always known as the door to her friend's seldom used basement.

"Welcome to Ryan's playroom," Catherine smiled, and pushed open the door.

It was immediately clear that the entire basement had been remodelled since Grace had last seen it. The dull, tiled stairs that had been there before had been replaced by a sturdy metal staircase that sent thundering booms echoing through the room with each step of their heels. As the two women made their way down, they could immediately hear a young woman's voice, talking down to someone as though they were a child.

"Come on baby brother, I know you can fit at least one more in there."

The staircase opened out onto a floor of solid wood, in the middle of which was a sight that took Grace's breath away. Ryan was practically hung from the ceiling! His wrists were cuffed together with thick, steel shackles, which were in turn attached to a ceiling hook by a chain short enough that he was forced to stand on his tiptoes to stay upright. This task was made harder by the fact that cuffed between his ankles there was a spreader bar, forcing him to keep his legs open in a 'V' shape.

The boy was completely naked and Grace couldn't help but run her eyes hungrily over his muscular young body. Where Toby was small and soft, Ryan had always been in excellent shape, captain of the football team in school and equipped with the kind of physique that came from years of hard work in the gym. Grace was pleased to see that whatever freedom had been taken from him, he'd retained those particular attributes. She also rather enjoyed the sight of his thick young cock, stuffed into a chastity device so comically small that it looked last though it might explode at any second!