A Not-So-Gilded Cage

Carrie was visiting you. She was quieter than normal, but she was still petting you while you watched porn. Blacks on boys this time, and you were on your way to emptying your balls for the third time into your hand.

"That's a good boy, sweetie. Do you feel better?" you nodded.

"Yes Mommy."

"So listen, I have news. Serious news." You looked up at her.

"What is it, Mother?"

"You are coming for Thanksgiving, right?" You nodded. "Your dad intends to propose to me right before he carves the turkey." Part of you knew this was coming. Part of you knew it was inevitable. But to hear it ... fuck.

"How do you know?"

"Your dad is a gentlemen. He asked my parents for permission. My parents mentioned it to Cassie. And Cassie can be gossipy sometimes. So how do you feel?"

"Well. A little conflicted I guess. But at the end of the day, I know you deserve him and he deserves you. I've never met a couple more perfect for each other, honestly." Carrie smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I happen to agree, which is why I am going to say yes. But, after dinner, your father and I are going to make love. It's going to be really intimate. And I don't want you jerking off to it. So ... go get those frozen peas out of the freezer." She looked ... motherly in this moment. You dare not say no to her. So you did as she bid.

She pulled out a chastity cage. It was tiny and pink. She held the peas to your balls and penis, watching clinically as they shrank. Then you lay back on the floor, legs spread like a baby, as she affixed the case to you, locking it with an audible click.

"I'll keep the key to it for now, and unlock you when you leave Texas. In the meantime ..." she handed you a pack of buttplugs and an enema kit. "You should start practicing. If you want to cum to your dad fucking me, you cum like a girl." She kissed your cheek, stroking your face.

"I love you. See you on Thanksgiving."