Humiliate him

“Kneel in front of me and address me as ‘Mistress Lily’ as that is what I am to you from now on. I am not your mother but ‘Mistress Lily’,” ordered Lily as her panties became soaked.

As Harry finished his tea, he felt a sense of calm and obedience wash over him. He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he suddenly had an overwhelming desire to please his mother.

Turning to her, he opened his mouth to ask her what she needed, but the words that came out surprised even himself.

"Mistress Lily, how may I serve you?" Harry asked, dropping to his knees in front of her.

Lily sat down on a plush chair, her legs crossed elegantly. In her hands was a riding crop, and she was dressed in a leather skintight dominatrix outfit with thigh-high heeled boots. She looked pleased with how her new pet addressed her.

"You are pathetic," she sneered, using the riding crop to trace circles on Harry's cheek. "You don't deserve to be called a man. Look at you, twenty years old and you have no muscle mass my muscles are bigger than yours and I am a woman, you have little hair on your chest, and your facial hair is hilariously thin. You have no friends.”

Harry flinched under her words, feeling small and insignificant in front of his mother. Her words struck a nerve within him, as he had always struggled with issues of masculinity.

"Y-yes Mistress Lily," he stuttered out, feeling ashamed of himself.

Lily chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she held over her son. "But that's all going to change now. As my pet, you will do everything I say without question."

"Yes, Mistress Lily," Harry replied obediently.

"Good boy," Lily purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now strip for me."

Without hesitation, Harry stood up and began removing his clothes until he was standing before his mother completely naked. He felt exposed and **** but also strangely exhilarated by her dominance over him.

"Turn around for me," Lily commanded.

Harry did as he was told, feeling embarrassed by his lack of physical strength compared to his mother's toned body.

"You see how inferior you are compared to me?" Lily asked, walking up behind him and caressing his back with the riding crop. "I could overpower you in an instant."

"Yes, Mistress Lily," Harry replied meekly.

Lily suddenly tackled him to the ground and sat on his back. As she spoke, she struck Harry’s bare ass with the riding crop harshly with each word. “A true man would have been able to overpower me. Yet you are pathetic, I am ashamed to ever call you a man. I am ashamed to ever give birth to a pathetic specimen like you. Calling you a man is an insult to the true men out there. I am going to feminize you because you are an embarrassment to men out there.”

Lily suddenly tackled Harry to the ground, her hands gripping his arms tightly as she straddled his back. She placed her riding crop between her teeth before speaking, her tone cold and commanding.

"Pathetic," she spat, striking Harry's bare ass with the crop harshly with each word. "A true man would have been able to overpower me. Yet you are weak and useless."

Harry winced at the stinging pain on his backside, feeling both ashamed and aroused by his mother's dominance over him.

"I am ashamed to ever call you a man," Lily continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "I am ashamed to have given birth to such a pathetic specimen like you. Calling you a man is an insult to the true men out there."

Tears threatened to spill from Harry's eyes as he listened to his mother's biting words. A part of him wanted to stand up for himself and prove that he was not weak, but another part of him felt submissive and desired nothing more than to please his mother.

"I am going to feminize you," Lily declared, running her hand down Harry's back in a possessive manner. "Because you are an embarrassment to men out there."

Harry's heart sank at those words. He had always struggled with issues of masculinity and now hearing it from his mother made it even more painful.

Lily stood up from atop Harry and pulled him up by the hair, leading him towards a large mirror in the room.

"Look at yourself," she commanded, forcing him to face his reflection. "You have no muscle mass, no definition in your body. Your features are soft and feminine."

Harry couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself as he looked at his reflection. He saw what Lily was pointing out - he didn't look like a typical man at all.