They carried you to your mother's office.

Your mother's office stood in stark contrast to the rest of the mansion, creating a unique atmosphere that radiated power and authority. Dark berry red walls, a Victorian mahogany desk with heavy gold trim, a large bookshelf filled with leather bound volumes with titles in a language you don't understand, and a matching leather sofa completed the room.

Upon entering, Emily unceremoniously placed you on the floor. Your arms and legs were still tightly bound, the gag in place, and your muffled cries of indignation were ignored.

“Emily, be kind and tell the lady about our find. In the meantime, I’ll make sure he doesn’t go anywhere,” Helena said, giving you a less than friendly smile.

As soon as Emily left, Helena approached you with an ominous glint in her eyes. Her tall, slender figure blocked your view of the room, casting a long, dark shadow over you.

“I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised. I never thought of you as an adventurer, Doug." Fiercely elegant words, laced with sweet venom, rolled from her lips.

“I wonder how Mrs. Lisa will react when she finds out that you disobeyed her and witnessed our party. I think she won't be very happy. But who knows. I think we'll find out soon."

Helena's words trailed off as she watched you struggle. The way she looked at you indicated a certain level of pleasure and satisfaction, as if you were a toy that she was just beginning to examine. She didn't seem angry or annoyed, but rather amused and intrigued by your rebellion.

The door opened and Lisa entered the room. Helena immediately straightened up, adopting an air of reverence as she greeted her mistress.

Meanwhile, you could only watch in shock and disbelief as the full extent of your mother's revelation began to sink in.

Lisa's dominatrix costume left little to the imagination with her bare breasts and a leather corset that accentuated her curves. However, the most amazing thing was the huge lubricated penis sticking out between her legs. The sight of your own mother dressed so outrageously and clearly busy in the middle of a party left you extremely confused and confused.

The gag in her mouth prevented any intelligible reaction when Lisa calmly sat down in a luxurious chair and crossed one leg over the other. She looked at you with a mixture of irritation and interest.

You felt the power of her gaze directed at you, but she was silent. The weight of this significant pause began to be weighed down by the inevitability of the approaching storm, when Lisa peered at you with an experienced gaze that penetrated deep into your very soul.

Lisa studied you with a smirk for a few seconds, then turned her gaze to Helen and Emily, waiting for an explanation.

“Since our dear Doug decided to break the rules and sneak in, he became a curious witness to the fun part of your party,” Helen explained, making little attempt to hide her amusement.

While Lisa studied your face carefully, her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. And then she smiled, apparently pleased with the conclusion she had come to.

“So, my dear, it looks like we need to find a solution to our problem.” She stood up and walked towards you. Leaning closer, she studied you, as if examining a rare artifact. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her next move. When she finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly gentle.

“I have been indirectly testing your reaction to our secret for quite some time now. I tried to gauge your reaction to understand how ready you are to learn the truth. After several years of observations and hidden checks, I came to the conclusion that you cannot be privy to the secret. So I decided it was better to keep you in the dark. After all, without knowing anything about our activities, you will not be able to get confused or make decisions that could harm our family. At least that's what I hoped."

Your mother was critical of your reaction, noting surprise, fear, disgust, and the mixture of other emotions you were trying to process.

“In addition, based on the results of the checks, I realized that if you find out about our party, you will decide to tell someone. This can only bring us problems, including unwanted attention from authorities or scolding from other members of our community. That's the last thing we need, don't you agree?"

You tried to answer, but the gag prevented you from saying anything, although you didn’t know how to react anyway.

Lisa studied you for a moment longer before continuing, “But your curiosity got the better of you, and now we have a little problem. I cannot ignore your disobedience and I cannot let you go without consequences. You saw something you should never have seen, and I need to make sure you don’t tell anyone about it.”

She stopped abruptly, her blue eyes boring into yours. “So, I cannot risk the well-being of the entire family if the secret becomes public, and I cannot trust you to remain silent. So I have **** but to,” She paused, letting those words sink in, and as expected, your mind was racing with assumptions, unsure of where the conversation was going. Lisa continued in an authoritative tone: “...to turn you into a ****, or rather, a sex ****.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. The gag in your mouth prevented you from protesting, but the look of horror in your eyes spoke volumes.

“I don't want to do this, Doug. But, as I said, this is for the good of our family, and the only way to ensure your silence is to prevent you from talking about it.”

As she spoke, her penis periodically rose and twitched, betraying an arousal that went beyond her words.

That's when you realized that, despite her claims that she was doing this for her family, there were other motives at play.

Lisa always liked to be in control of the situation, she enjoyed the opportunity to dominate others, both figuratively and literally. Her decision to turn you into a sex **** seemed to have less to do with protecting her family and more to do with satisfying her personal desires. It was impossible not to notice the sinister glint in her eyes, as if this moment was the culmination of a lifelong dream. A desire that she had long cherished but never dared to satisfy. Of course, Lisa's own children had always been a taboo—strict boundaries drawn in the sand of her own mind that could not be crossed. But now that you had unwittingly revealed the secret, she saw it as an opportunity to combine family obligations with her perverted desires.

Having made her final decision, Lisa stood up from her chair and walked over to the closet, taking something out of a locked box that she had kept for a very long time. She slowly opened the box and looked at the metal collar with the words "Mommy's Slut" engraved on it.

She took it carefully and ran her fingers over the letters, letting her mind wander back to the memory of the day she ordered it. It was an impulsive decision made late one night when her close friend brought her son as a **** to a party to show off her trophy.

Lisa was fascinated by the power dynamic between mother and son and how this **** was completely subservient to his mother's will. That evening she was overcome with such strong excitement as she had never experienced before. Even when she participated in a brutal orgy or manipulated the **** market, she could not experience the same pleasure as at that moment.

That evening she never managed to satisfy her lust. And so, being on edge and having drunk a couple of bottles of wine, she called a master she knew to place an order for a special **** collar.

Lisa knew that this was madness and impulsiveness. And when her order was delivered, she didn’t know how to react.

But in that moment, everything inside her craved the feeling of control she felt that night.

The collar lay idle in her closet, locked. She took it out from time to time, giving herself time to remember the possibilities, but she ended up putting it back every time.

Now, as she stood next to you, the metal collar in her hand sparkled ominously. Memories of pleasure in her head mixed with the fear on your face, adding an exciting anticipation. Lisa's anticipation soon turned into excitement.

She came closer to you.

As she bent over, her penis twitched, pulsating with every beat of her heart. It seemed like the thought of turning you into a **** was enough to turn her on.

The glow of her cunning eyes, accompanying her carnal intentions, left you speechless, bound and petrified. Even though a million thoughts were running through your panicked mind, you couldn't utter a single word. The gag in your mouth **** you to muffle your furious screams, further increasing the ominous aura in the air. The expression on Lisa's face, ominous but ecstatic, expressed her inexpressible pleasure at having complete power over you.

She wrapped the cold, strong collar around your neck and snapped the special lock into place with a firm click. You felt the cold touch of metal, the feeling of being immersed in your new reality as the collar tightened around your neck. Attaching the collar was accompanied by a feeling of suffocation, the awareness that your freedom had been taken away, and the fear of losing yourself forever to your mother's perverted will.

Lisa leaned closer, studying the expression in your wide eyes as you struggled to understand the gravity of your situation.

“You have to understand that this is not a game anymore, son. You are now my property, and I expect you to behave as such,” she whispered harshly, but with a peculiar softness, caressing your cheek as if expressing sincere affection.

The room fell silent as you felt the essence of your mother's words seep into your pores. You realized that this was not just a trick or some kind of joke, but a fateful decision that irrevocably changed the very essence of your relationship with your mother.

In an unexpected turn of events, Lisa gently kissed your forehead, a gesture that somehow made the situation even more confusing. "I sincerely want to continue this conversation, Doug, but I'm afraid I'll have to take care of my guests," she said apologetically. “After all, this is a busy night and there are matters that require my immediate attention. I wouldn't want to be a careless housewife."

Lisa gave you one last long look before pointing at Helen and Emily. “Take him to the basement and prepare him for me,” she commanded. The two women immediately obeyed, effortlessly lifting you off the floor and carrying you out of the room.