As punishment, your mother will temporarily seal your orgasms.

Her fingers still sealed around the base of your poor cock as she continues to play with its head, she leans down, and kisses you full on the lips. Soft, succulent, rivers of saliva mixed in the passionate kiss, your cock seriously straining, its head purple, desperately calling for your mother to tenderly make it shoot.

"Mmm..." You both moan lewdly, "Mwah..." the kiss breaks, the mixture of your sticky salivas spreading everywhere.

She stands, her fingers wrapped painfully around your cock all the while, pulling it with her, forcing you to stand.

"Follow me, honey." She says sweetly. Turning, she forcefully drags your cock right up to her big, firm, hot asscheeks wrapped tightly in the qipao with both hands, wiping your purple cockhead with her silk clothing.

Following her impressive ass without choice, she leads you to a strong, comfortable looking chair made entirely of marble. It is large, large enough to fit you perfectly, with 4 legs and 2 armrests, slathered completely in padding and silk.

Releasing your abused cock, "Sit." she commands.

You sit in the chair, maintaining the posture that your affectionate mother had drilled into you since you were young.

"Arms on the armrests." She continues, and you comply.

"Now, honey, stay here and wait for me, don't be silly and do anything you might regret, okay?" She purrs, kissing you on the lips.

You sit in its comfortable silk padding, your cock jumping and dribbling pre, its head a deep shade of purple, your ears burning, your heart thumping hard...

"I'm back!" Your mother announces, holding a black, smooth nylon stocking.

Kneeling between your legs, her breasts resting on the chair, brushing against your needy testicles, she wraps the stocking around the base of your cock, very, very tightly, making you wince in the chair, "Mom..." you beg, your hands gripping the armrests with strength.

Tying a formidable knot, she slaps the purple head lightly, making your cock bounce obscenely as you twitch in the chair, your eyes shut in severe discomfort.

Holding your cock with tender fingers, "Honey, I'm going to perform the Sharia curse on your... juicy stick." she informs.

Your eyes snapping wide, "No, mom, please, mom I'm sorry, I swear I'm sorry..." You beg openly, but remaining perfectly static, worried about the consequences of rebellion.

The Sharia curse is so called as it is named after the cruel mistress Sharia, a Succubus who is infamous for her stable of slaves, kept hopelessly aroused, but never achieving orgasm. The curse is temporary, however, conventionally, can only be broken by the caster, and can only be performed by entities of extensive magical power, that is, of course, the former Queen of Trupia, your mother.

The curse requires an object that would elicit strong sexual arousal from the victim, to be attached to the aroused genital of the mentioned victim. Having came oceans playing with her pieces since you were a young, confused stud, there are plenty of artifacts for her to choose from. After the curse has been cast, orgasms can only be achieved through the caster's consent, or, by breaking the curse.

"I'm going to pretend you kept your mouth shut this whole time... you were fucking a slut when you were supposed to accompany me... this is appropriate." She berates.

"Ple... mom... no... no... I'm sorry mom, I... I... I swear, I'll do anything, anything, just ple... ple... please not this." Your body now shaking wildly, her hands still gripping your cock firmly.

"Honey, do you want me to enhance your punishment?" Slapping your purple cockhead as she pulls your testicles, forcing you to howl and blubber, whimpering.

"Now, are you going to be quiet and obedient?" She asks, tears forming in your eyes.