Straight Talk

You slowly regained consciousness, blinked and opened your eyes.

You found yourself lying on the bed. The room was unfamiliar, but looked quite normal, although the decoration was sparse. There was a wardrobe, a table with a chair and a small refrigerator. On the wall there is a large mirror and several shelves with different books. One of the doors was open, revealing a clean and equipped bathroom. The air filled with the scent of lavender and vanilla, a calming scent that eased your troubled mind. You tried to get up, but it wasn't that easy. There was practically no strength. Feeling a weight on your neck and looking in the mirror, you saw that the same metal collar was still hanging on your neck, from which there was a long chain leading to a special mount to the wall. You reached out and touched the cool metal of the chastity cage, a constant reminder of your situation. Getting out of bed, you went to the bathroom. The floor was cold under bare feet. Leaning against the counter, you looked into the mirror, examining your reflection. You looked tired, exhausted from the night's events.

The chastity cage squeezed your erection, making you feel uncomfortable as you felt your imprisoned member.

The chastity cage squeezed your erection, making you feel uncomfortable as you felt your imprisoned member.

“Damn,” you muttered. Your voice crackled like dry leaves. You splashed cold water on your face. The shock of the cold water made you wake up completely.

"Shit"

After wiping your face, you heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock. Panic washed over you like a tidal wave.

You froze, heart pounding in your chest. Walking into the room, you saw your mother open the front door and look at you seriously. She was dressed in a business suit, which created an aura of absolute superiority and obedience around her.

Her eyes looked sternly and authoritatively, and her posture was straight and unwavering. You couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission as you looked at her.

“Doug,” she said, her voice powerful and commanding. "Fall to your knees."

You hesitated, heart pounding in your chest. You knew you couldn't resist or disobey her, but the thought of you kneeling in front of her sent a wave of humiliation through you.

“Do it,” she commanded, her voice becoming firmer. "Now."

You swallowed hard, your throat dry.

“Yes, mom,” you muttered. Your voice was shaking.

Kneeling in front of her, you inhaled sharply, holding your breath as you waited for her reaction. She examined you carefully, her dark azure eyes scanning your body, analyzing your submissive posture.

“Good boy,” she praised, her voice full of approval. "You've come a long way since this morning."

She took a chair that was in the room and sat down on it authoritatively.

After a short pause she said

"I need to talk to you."

Her voice was calm and collected, but there was a hint of emotion in her tone that made you feel uneasy.

“We need to discuss your role in our house,” she explained, looking you straight in the eyes.

"Your sisters and I have agreed on an agreement that will benefit everyone in this house."

"Agreement?" “You repeated, feeling worry creeping in. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“Yes,” Lisa confirmed in a firm and unyielding voice. “You will be our devoted pet—a pet that we can love, care for, and use in ways that satisfy our deepest desires.”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in disbelief.

You couldn't believe what you heard. Your mother wanted to turn you into a pet. This was beyond anything he could have imagined.

“I... I don’t understand,” you muttered. "Why did you do this to me?"

Lisa sighed, her expression becoming softer. “Doug,” she began, her voice heavy with emotion. “You are our child, our responsibility, and we love you very much. However, we must consider our needs and desires when they conflict with yours. However, you adapt to fit into our world. It's not because we want to hurt you, it's because we love you."

Lisa paused, letting her words sink in. She watched you carefully, seeing the fear and confusion in your eyes. “Understand,” she added, softening her voice slightly, “that this decision has been made. There are no negotiations and there is no turning back.

“And just so you understand, this is all completely legal.”

“Of course, I had to work hard to obtain all the necessary permits, arrange special housing and pay all the necessary fees.” - said Lisa.

She breathed a sigh of relief and continued. “It was hard, but nothing is impossible for me. Now we can finally live by our rules without hiding our lifestyle.”

You looked at your mother blankly, not understanding what she was talking about. You couldn't shake the feeling that things were getting worse and your freedom was slipping away. Your cock ached painfully in the chastity cage, begging for release.

"What...

What exactly does "family pet" mean? - you asked barely audibly.

Lisa smiled, showing off her perfectly straight teeth. “Well,” she said in a soothing and confident voice, “you will take care of our needs and serve us as we wish. You become part of our daily life.»

She paused, looking at you meaningfully.

“Besides,” she continued in a quiet and even voice, “you will indulge our fantasies, fulfilling any perverted desires we may have. You won't say no when we call you to join us in our intimate moments. "Your sole purpose is to please us."

You listened intently. Your heart pounding in your chest and your breath caught in your throat. You tried to process the information, but it seemed too absurd, too surreal. You wondered if you were dreaming, if you would wake up in your old bedroom safe and sound.

But the cold metal on your neck, the tight cage around your penis and the burning pain in your throat told you otherwise.

“And one more thing,” Lisa said, her voice now cold and harsh. “You will address us only as "Mistress". Is this clear?"

You could only nod. Your gaze darted between your mother and the closed door. You had the feeling that there was no escape. You are trapped.

“Okay,” Lisa replied, her voice laced with satisfaction.

“Remember, Doug, you have **** in this matter. Any resistance will only lead to punishment."

You couldn't believe what was happening to you. His once happy and loving family has turned into a group of cruel manipulators bent on ruining your life.

“Now,” Lisa said, standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

"It's time for breakfast." Lisa spread her legs and lifted her short skirt, exposing her huge penis.

“Come here, puppy,” she ordered.

You were hesitant at first, but Lily's hungry look convinced you to approach. You tried to stand up, but were immediately interrupted by your mother's stern order.

"Crawl on your knees"

You could not disobey this tall and powerful futanari and, remembering that the punishment could be severe, crawled to your mother’s feet.

“Good boy,” Lisa cooed, running her fingers through your hair.

With that said, she rubbed her giant cock against your cheek, making you shudder involuntarily.

You noticed that the smell of the futanari was particularly strong and seductive. It was an intoxicating mixture of musk, sweat and female arousal.

“Mmm,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You know, I have a special treat for you today.”

You shuddered with uncertainty. Your cock twitched in the chastity cage, craving attention.

Lisa smiled mischievously, her eyes shining with evil delight. “You’ll try this,” she said, stroking her massive cock suggestively. "All this."

You swallowed. My heart was pounding in my chest. You felt heat rising from your crotch. Your cock twitched wildly within the confines of the chastity cage. You desperately wanted to scream, beg for mercy, but you knew that this would only lead to further humiliation and punishment.

Instead, you simply shook your head, unable to find the words to respond.

“You see,” Lisa continued in an even and seductive voice, “we have taken the liberty of making sure that you become a completely submissive pet. This means that you will do everything we ask of you, no questions asked. No objections, no complaints. Just obedience."

Lisa ran her fingers through your hair, gently caressing your scalp. “It’s a gift,” she explained. "A sign of our generosity and kindness." Lisa cooed, running her finger across your forehead.

“We want you to fully understand the gravity of your situation, to know that you belong to us.”

“This,” said Lisa, pointing to her erect penis, “is the power of your Mistress. Feel it,” said the mother, pressing the tip of her penis into your mouth. With a sharp movement she forces you to swallow her cock.

“Mmmmm!” you let out a muffled cry, unable to breathe properly due to the size of the intruder in your mouth. You could taste the precum leaking from his mother's penis, mixed with her unique taste.

The futanari continued to push her cock deeper, stretching your mouth. It was uncomfortable, painful and disgusting, but at the same time exciting. The feeling of being **** to suck your mother's cock was strangely arousing.

“That's right, baby,” the mother said, her voice full of satisfaction.

“Just take it all in.”

With every thrust you felt more and more like a slutty little slut. Your cock throbbed, **** for release, but the chastity cage prevented it. The futanari's giant cock opened its mouth wide, causing discomfort and pain. But deep down you felt a strange excitement.

You found yourself enjoying the experience a little, despite the humiliation and ****.

"This is a good ****."

You whimpered. Your voice was muffled by the futanari's huge cock. You wanted to protest, to refuse, but you understood that this would not change anything.

Mom grabbed your hair, moving your head back and forth. The rhythm quickened, the pressure increased, and soon you were out of breath and shaking all over.

You felt the cock throb, swelling more and more, filling your mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, squeezing your head harder. "You're such a good little slut."

Despite the humiliation, you felt a strange excitement running through your veins.

At the last moment before the eruption, Lisa let go of your hair, allowing you to pull away. She stepped back, watching her son with a predatory gaze.

Her cock, glistening with saliva, was pointed straight at you like a weapon. In the blink of an eye, mom's cock erupted several large streams of cum right onto your face.

Hot cum sprayed onto your cheeks, nose and eyes, burning and stinging your skin. Tears mixed with the cum and streamed down your face as you tried to wipe the sticky substance away.

“Please, mom,” Your voice was hoarse and broken. “Can't we just stop?

Lisa laughed quietly, her massive cock still erect and throbbing. “Oh, honey,” she sang, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy. “Don't worry, I'll give you a break. After all, it wouldn’t be fair to tire you out completely before I start training you properly.”

You swallowed. "Training? Wasn't sucking his mom's cock enough?"

Satisfied, Lisa stood up, turned to the door and said:

“Everything you need is here. Clean up here and put yourself in order."