Room Service

You had some semblance of a plan but you would need Mom to come up to your room and fortunately you had been given the perfect effect to make that happen.

Mary - Calling Bell
Condition(s): Be within 20 metres of the User.
Effect(s): Subject will stop what they are doing, before finding the User and listening to the User's request. Requests given are more likely to be completed than the Subject’s passive effect.
Cooldown: 2 hours.

It looked like you would only get one request where Mom would be less likely to refuse so actually getting her to stay and listen to you should be your first priority.

You were planning on being pretty direct with mom in the hopes that her ‘submissive’ kink would kick in and get you to be seen as more than just a son to your mom. You felt a bit guilty considering she hadn't really done anything wrong but you felt that a big push now would be better for your ‘relationship’ in the long run. You spent a few minutes psyching yourself up before opening back up the KDK app.

Activating ‘Calling Bell’

After quickly hiding your phone in a nearby draw, you kept your towel wrapped around your waist and stood next to the door of your room. It only took a few seconds before you spotted Mom as she climbed the stairs up towards the second floor. Around this time she would usually be eating breakfast so you shouldn't have interrupted anything too important.

Mom walked up to you, with her eyes still not willing to meet yours. You weren't sure if this was one of the new effects the KDK had given her or if it was from the impromptu show you had given her but either way, it would work to your advantage. She stopped just shy of entering your room before finally seeming to work up the courage to look you in the face.

You gestured into the room before moving over to your desk chair.

“Come in and sit on my bed” you ordered, not looking back at her as you walked. Partly to give her no chance to refuse but it was mainly so she wouldn't be able to see how nervous you were. You sat down on the chair and spun around to see that Mom had followed your command and sat her at the edge of the bed opposite you. A quick glance at the door showed that she had closed it behind her as well so you were unlikely to get interrupted. You let the silence linger for a little while longer before you started questioning her.

“So… Have you got anything to say for yourself?”

“Wh...what do you mean?” she nervously replied, looking up to meet your eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean” you shot back. “I was sitting in this very chair when you barged into my room. You didn't call out, you didn't knock. And once I tried to speak to you, you ran off and acted like I was the bad guy in all this by ignoring me all evening. I even had to make up an excuse to Sarah as to why you were acting strange.”

You knew you were venting at this point but it felt good to get off your chest.

“...I’m sorry.” Mom softly mumbled.

“Hmm, I don't think a half-hearted apology like that is gonna cut it,” you responded, leaning forward to emphasize your next point. “Now, I'm gonna make a deal with you so that you can apologise properly this time. Okay?”

Mom looked shocked as she stared into your eyes. You were pretty sure she wasn't expecting the conversation to go this way when she originally came up here. You waited a little while to see if she would say anything and although it looked like she was about to object, she quickly closed her mouth before she could put her complaints into words. She attempted this a couple of times before she slowly nodded her head.

“Good, I’ll take that as an agreement for now and carry on. There's gonna be three parts to this so if you have any complaints you're gonna have to wait until I finish” you explained, clearing your throat before listing off your demands.

“First off, considering what happened yesterday, if you’re ever about to enter my room then you're gonna have to knock and wait for me to invite you in.”

Mom seemed to be fine with that point as she continued to sit there and listen.

“Point Two. If you are ever in this room then you must follow everything I say or else I'm gonna have to punish you.”

“What do you mean by pun…” Mom looked shocked and began to interrupt before you immediately stopped her.

“I said after I've finished, do I make myself clear?” you ordered. You knew you were being harsh but you felt like the only thing stopping you from stuttering was the adrenaline at this point. Another moment of silence lasted before you carried on.

“Good, and now point three. No matter what happens when you're in this room, you can't tell anyone about it. When either of us isn't in my bedroom, we will act exactly as we did before. There will be no sulking like you did yesterday. Sarah will start asking questions if you do. Now do you have anything you want to say about that?” you questioned, staring straight at her.

Mom had a look on her face that looked to be a cross between surprise and annoyance. She stared straight at you with a defiant look as if she had finally worked up some courage to fight you on all this.

“Of course I do!” Mom replied, raising her voice. “What do you mean by punish, young man” Mom demanded back.

“Well that depends on how often you ignore what I ask you to do but to start with if you don't accept this deal, I’ll tell Sarah about you ‘spying’ on me yesterday while I was masturbating” you cautioned.

A blush quickly shot up her face as she quickly tried to defend herself.

“Spying!? You know for a fact that I wasn't spying on you!” Mom blurted out.

“Well, considering how you were acting yesterday, Sarah knows ‘something’ happened yesterday, and I.m pretty sure she trusts me more than you at the moment” you argued back.

“**** isn't going to work Max, there's no point embarrassing yourself in front of Sarah for this” she shot back. You knew that when Mom used your name it was when she was mad at you. She usually called you ‘sweetie’ or a plethora of other pet names but you doubted those would be coming out of her mouth anytime soon.

“Oh yeah, I can tell her right now if you want.” you got out of your chair and started walking to the door. With your hand on the handle you looked back to where she was still sitting.

“So do we have an agreement?”