“...My studio, I have consulting I need to do. And you are going to help keep me ...sated.” Laura said with a smirk.
Within a few minutes the car stopped in a small lot behind a building of industrial spaces. There were no other cars around, Erik looked at the clock to see it was barely passed 6am. Laura stepped out of the car and walked around to Erik’s side of the back seat. A wave of fear swept over him and he felt beads of cold sweat begin to form on his skin. He managed to sit upright (still bound) just as Laura opened the car door. All Erik could see at first was a massive bulge in his mother’s dress twitching between her thick womanly thighs.
“Get up Erik, we’re going inside. You have some work to do.” Laura said in a disciplinary tone. *click In a single motion Laura connected a leash to Erik’s collar, tuggining it a bit to have him exit the car.
Laura led her son to an unmarked door just outside of an ominous industrial building. Approaching a door Laura swiped a card into an electronic lock, releasing a heavy bolt on the door with a loud *clank. Erik was met with a thick musk of perfume and sweat. The walls inside the building were painted an opaque black and the ceilings were sparsely lit by candle chandeliers giving the halls a strange orange glow. The mother and son came to a staircase leading up a single flight. Upon reaching the top Erik began to hear the sounds of people moaning out loud, some seemed to be in a state of discomfort. Whips lashing and chains rattling came into an audible range. Erik gulped as they stopped at a door. Some of the paint had been chipped off along with marks etched into the door. Some of the markings were illegible others read with disturbing messages: run!, demon lady, evil milf. There was a plaque over the door knob with Laura’s full name on it.
Laura opened the door with a small key. The room was dark with no windows. Erik paused at the threshold but was yanked inside by his mother. Laura closed the door behind them then flipped on a light switch. The room resembled a dungeon, but built for sexual exploits. Dildos of near every size and shape covered a bookshelf, a wooden pillory in the center of the room with chains connected to it, a fancy victorian style counch against the wall, and a table from what looked like a medieval gynochologic chair rest in the last corner. The floor was sticky with what apeared to be dried cum and small bits of blood. In the ladt corner was something that resembled a recorders booth. A phone, desk, lighting/recording equipment and computer all lay dormant waiting to be used; without dust.
Laura took a heavy pair of hand cuffs from a wooden chest in the office. She attached the braces to Erik’s wrists and removed his gag. Erik immediately had questions.
“Mom I’m scared, what is this place? What is going on?” He said with his face red and knees beginning to tremble.
“Well you see baby, Mommy makes money doing favors for people.” Laura replied.
“Wh...what do you mean?” Erik followed.
“I help people with their...problems. Often men and women have trouble with themselves, their spouses or their kids. They hire me to punish them...to help break down their egos and explore their sexual repression.” Laura explained. “My clients pay top dollar to see themselves and others get dominated into submission. But now with you here I have a new form of attraction.”
The phone in the booth began to ring. Laura grabbed a thick chain and attatched it to a loops in Erik’s bindings.
“What...Mom...please!” Erik began to cry a bit.
“Sssssshh my baby boy...Mommy has some business to attend to.” Laura said turning around to answer the phone.
