Chirp, chirp, chirp

You sit up quickly as the alarm on your phone pulls you from your lewd dreams. Reaching over to silence the chirping, you feel an uncomfortable wetness. Throwing off the covers, looking down, you see a large white stain on the crotch of the panties.

Shoot. You think as you carefully squirm out of bed. You peel off the panties and put them with your laundry, deciding to grab a quick shower before your mother wakes up. As the hot water washes away your nocturnal emissions, you think about everything that happened yesterday. You don't recall your dreams but you clearly enjoyed the feeling of the panties and you don't want to rock the boat after the thrashing you received yesterday. You finish your shower and walk into your bedroom to dress.

You regard your burgeoning lingerie collection, supposing the black pair would be the least humiliating to wear. But as you reach out you find your eyes drawn once more to the bright pink of the lace thong you picked out yesterday. Holding the thin material, you wonder what it feels like to wear it. You decide to try it on, just to see. The silky material gives you goosebumps as it slides up your legs and you feel your dick stiffen slightly as you tuck it into the smooth confines. The back sends shivers of pleasure through you as it comes to rest between your ass cheeks. You feel exposed with so little coverage but the feel of the thong rubbing against your asshole as you take a few steps back and forth across the room is amazing. You stand in front of the mirror in your room. You look a little ridiculous, but you have to admit you love the feeling of the smooth material on your cock and the gentle teasing feeling on your asshole and taint. Without warning the door flies open and you reflexively ball up a little to cover yourself as your mother walks into the room. She's dressed in the same black robe from last night still and her expression quickly changes from anger at you taking so long to get breakfast started to adoration and excitement when she sees what you're wearing.

"Oh you decided to wear the pink! Let me see, they look so adorable!" Your skin turns deep crimson as you relax in front of her and you feel exposed as she walks around you. "Oh and your little dicklet and balls fit so nicely in them as well. Why did we wait so long to get you in panties?" She asks rhetorically. Despite her humiliating words, your semi erect cock twitches a little as she regards you. "I see now why breakfast is late, somebody got a little too excited to try on their new panties didn't they?" You look down, unable to maintain eye contact for the shame her words provoke. "Well hurry and finish getting dressed, you're lucky I was already planning to eat breakfast with Chris today." You burn with jealousy but breath a sigh of relief that you won't be punished for taking so long. Your mother departs to start her own morning routine and you quickly throw on some pants and a t-shirt before heading to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. Every movement of your legs as they carry you down the stairs sends more shivers down your thighs as you feel the thong tickling your ass. Since your mother won't be joining you, you decide a quick bowl of cereal will suffice.

When you're finished with your cereal you clean your bowl and begin working on your daily chores. At this point you don't even hate the activity anymore as you methodically and carefully work your way from room to room you enter a sort of zone where your thoughts quiet and you feel somehow at peace. Every now and then your zen is disrupted by the feeling of the thong between your buttocks. You see your mother in the entryway preparing to leave. She's wearing a black skirt today with a bright red top, it reminds you of the outfit she wore to your graduation, before all of this insanity. She waves to you as she heads toward the door.

"Don't forget my laundry. I'll be home for dinner tonight, have a good time with Dr. Knight." She waves once more and departs into the morning light. You get back to your chores, saving the laundry till last. Once the entire house is clean you head to your mother's room to retrieve her laundry. After sorting and starting a load in the washer, you take her delicates to the sink and fill one side with water with some gentle detergent and the other with water for rinsing. You carefully wash each article, occasionally taking a guilty whiff of your mother's scent from the most appealing ones. You put the freshly washed lingerie and hosiery on a rack to dry like your mother showed you. You will have to put them away after your appointment which is fast approaching.

You head to Morgan's office. Your nerves start acting up again as you approach the door to her waiting area, the sensual feeling of the thong hidden beneath your pants does nothing to help them. For the hundredth time since leaving your house you pull your pants higher on your waist, praying the pink lace waistband of the thong hasn't been peeking over for everyone to see the whole time. You open the door and see Tiffany at her desk once again, she looks up and gives you a pleasant smile.

"Hi Quinn, long time no see." Seeing Tiffany again unnerves you further, especially given that you still don't know what happened to Kelly or George.

"H-hi Tiffany." You stammer out, trying not to think about the chair again. Tiffany giggles and shoots you a little wave before nodding toward the door to Morgan's office, signalling she is ready to see you. You walk past her desk as her blue eyes follow you with that predatory look she recently acquired. Morgan looks up from her desk when you enter. She smiles at you as you walk to the center of the room.

"Did you do as I asked?" She inquires, her voice taking on a tone similar to your mother's.

"Yes Morgan." You say, trying to hide your nervousness as the thong continues to excite you. Morgan shrugs and gestures to your pants.

"Well? Did you think I was just going to take your word for it?" You blush intensely but you know there's no resisting her. You bring your hands to the waist of your pants and pull them down to your knees, standing up to give Morgan a full view of your bright pink panties. Her eyes widen and she chuckles as she claps her hands in mock applause. "Oh they're so adorable Quinn." Her finger hits the intercom button to Tiffany's desk. "Tiff, you have to come see this." You look shocked for a moment before the door to Morgan's office slams open, making you jump. You almost lose your balance with your pants at half mast.

"Oh my gosh, so cute." Tiffany gushes over you. "Bend over, let me see that sissy ass." She walks to you quickly from the doorway and grabs you roughly by the collar and wrist. She drags you around and pushes you down, forcing you to bend at the waist and you have to catch yourself on the coffee table. Your skin tingles and you groan as you feel the silky material of your panties drawn along your asshole and taint by the sudden movement. Tiffany grabs your ass and kneads it roughly in her hands, causing you to gasp. Morgan stands and walks over to you from behind her desk. She motions Tiffany out of the way and delivers a light smack to your exposed ass. Luckily the lingering effects of your mother's punishment did not outlast the night, yet still you groan a little in surprise prompting giggles from the two women.

"Oh so proud of your progress Quinn. You're really coming to accept yourself." Morgan says, still chuckling as she stands imperiously over your helpless form. Your knees quake with the strain of your uncomfortable position as well as the intense embarrassment you feel. Despite your mortification, the material continues to excite you, especially as it is drawn tight across the head of your semi hard dick which begins to leak precum. Tiffany notices your predicament.

"Ooo look his little sissy clitty is getting excited." She giggles in her bubbly way which always made you like her when you passed time in Morgan's waiting room in years past. Now Chris's cruelty has infected her, polluting her joyous laugh with an edge of sadistic glee. You squeal when Morgan reaches out with a finger and playfully nudges the tip through the silken panties.

"That's enough for now. We better end this before you make a mess." She says with another chuckle. With genuine gratitude you stand and pull your pants back up, fastening them in place. Tiffany continues to giggle as she leaves the room, turning to give you a mocking wave from the door. Morgan motions for you to sit down as she returns to her seat. You comply, your face a mask of humiliation and shame. Morgan regards you with an amused smirk from her desk before continuing. "Your confession went well then?"

"Y-yes." You suppose that's what she wants to hear. "My mother punished me for taking her things but she gave me some of her lingerie and told me we'd go shopping this weekend."

"That sounds exciting." Morgan replies. "How did she punish you?"

"S-she spanked me." You say glumly, still battling waves of humiliation.

"Is that all?"

"She added her laundry to my chore list, I don't think I'm going to get any slack on those until summer is over."

"Well your mother knows best, of course. Master adores her for a reason." Morgan says with a smile. She stands up again, startling you a little as she walks around from behind her desk to stand over you. You look up at her mischievous eyes with a mix of fear and awe. "You're ready for some more intensive treatment. We've really made a breakthrough here Quinn. You're beginning to understand your true self, Master's vision for you." Her words turn your blood cold as she turns and walks toward the attached bathroom. You feel your heart begin to race as she returns with a syringe, loaded with a milky white liquid and a band for your arm. "Time for your medicine Quinn." She says before sitting down on the couch beside you. You are paralyzed with fear or perhaps some other subtle control she's placed over you. You watch in horror as she wraps a band around your bicep and calmly injects the substance into your vein. You look up at her face, alight with devious anticipation, as darkness creeps in from the edges of your vision.

You don't know how long you were **** as you awake on the couch with Morgan's hand rubbing your chest. You slowly open your eyes, blinking as the light hits them. You remember images, phrases.

Worthless sissy

Little clitties like mine can't please anyone

I need to serve my betters

Sissies aren't real men or women

I'm just a toy for the amusement of others

I need to be cute and servile

You continue to blink as these and others like them along with images of thick, veiny cocks and snickering women pointing cruelly at you fly through your mind. You see Morgan's smiling face and the thoughts dissipate as you regain consciousness. You shake your head as the last of the images fade, leaving you with a bewildered look as you try to understand what just happened. You sit up, feeling a little groggy from whatever Morgan just gave you. You look down and see a bandage on your arm. Morgan;s voice draws you up from your stupor.

"We've made great progress today Quinn." You look and see her jotting down something on a pad. She rips off the slip of paper and walks over to her desk. She takes an envelope and seals the note within before rifling through a drawer and retrieving a small pill bottle. She walks back over to you and hands the items to you. You take them automatically, uncertain what her intentions are. "Give these to your mother."

"Yes Morgan." You reply without thinking and quickly stow the bottle in your pocket, clutching the envelope with two hands. Morgan gives a cheerful smile and pats your head. Her condescending gesture causes a pleasant sensation to flow through you, or perhaps it's the **** still wearing off.

"Good boy." She says. The familiar feeling of pleasure at the praise of the cruel woman wells up with more intensity than it ever has before.

"Thankyou Morgan!" You blurt out in a happy voice. She leads you out of the office, stopping to confirm your next appointment with Tiffany. You continue to clutch the letter to your chest on your way home, never once even thinking to open it yourself. When you get home, you place the letter and the bottle of pills on the kitchen counter. You look at your phone and notice a text from your mother received minutes ago. She is on her way home. You quickly busy yourself preparing dinner. You're just about finished when you hear the door open and close followed by the click clack of her heels on the tile. Your mother rounds the corner to the kitchen and your heart swells at the very sight of her even more than usual. You rush to her and wrap your arms around her.

"Oh sweetie, it smells delicious." She kisses the top of your head as she returns your embrace. "Did you have a good session with Dr. Knight?" You break the embrace and quickly walk to the counter and retrieve the items Morgan gave you. You walk to your mother and hand them both to her.

"Yes mommy!" You say, prompting a warm smile from her. "Morgan told me to give these to you." You say with a cheerful tone as you leave her to continue setting the table. She opens the letter and reads it, a wicked grin forming on her face.

"Dr. Knight has prescribed you some medication and it's very important you take it every evening after dinner." You nod vigorously in response. Your mind is fixated on pleasing the amazonian goddess that is your mother. You sit and eat, happily chatting with her until the meal is finished and you gather up the dishes and clean the kitchen. Your mother retrieves a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water from the tap. She fishes out a little purplish capsule and hands it to you along with the glass. You take it and quickly pop the pill in your mouth without question, eager to obey. You drain the glass and add it to the dishwasher. Your mother takes her wine glass from the table and turns back to you. "You're still on punishment but I'll let you stay out and watch TV with me in the living room for a while since you were so good today." You're heart races with elation at her praise and the opportunity to spend time with her again.

"Thank you mommy!" You almost shout as you hug her again. She gives you another kiss on the top of the head and pulls away, handing you her glass.

"Refresh my glass while I get changed." She says as she departs to change out of her work clothes. You happily pour the remainder of the wine into the glass before taking it to the living room to await your mother. When she returns your jaw drops. She's wearing a short satin blue robe that hangs loosely around her massive breasts. Her long, beautiful legs are bare along with her feet. She walks to the couch and sits down next to you, taking her glass and the remote and flicking through the channels until she finds what she wants to watch. You sit with her and watch a sitcom about two roommates in some city or another, pleasantly chatting with your mother. You tense up as she spins toward you and rests her sexy feet in your lap. "Rub my feet won't you sweetheart?"

"Of course mommy!" You say as your hands fly to their appointed task. You're filled with pleasant sensations as you diligently massage her feet, weary from a day spent in heels. A groan from your mother draws your gaze to her and your eyes widen when you see her robe has hiked up revealing her pussy. You stare at it, totally transfixed by your mother's beautiful sex. You see her carefully groomed pubic hair and your mouth waters. You desperately want to know what she tastes like. She chuckles making you jump as your eyes return to her feet. You blush, realizing you've been caught, but she doesn't say anything, she just continues to give the occasional groan of pleasure as you continue to massage her feet and calves. Your hands move by instinct but your diligence and attentiveness makes up for your inexperience. Your mother begins to move her feet back and forth a little across your crotch, sending excited shivers through your body. You look back at her and see her smiling, pussy still exposed. "You were such a good boy today." She says once more before swooping her feet away and adjusting her robe. She stands and finishes the last of her wine. "I think that's enough reward for one night my little sissy. Time to go to bed." You stand and she wraps you in another warm embrace. You bury yourself in her scent and cleavage, her perfume excites you further as it always does.

"Goodnight mommy." You say after she releases you.

"Goodnight sweetheart." She says as you depart and head for your room. You throw off your clothes and crawl into bed. The silky lace of the thong rubs delightfully against your cock, which despite being rock hard now, still doesn't escape their confines. You reach down and rub yourself through the material, feeling waves of pleasure immediately overtake you. You cum quickly in your panties just from the sensation. You throw the covers off and look down at the large wet spot on the crotch of the pink, frilly garment.

I should clean up my messes. You say to yourself as you reach into the panties and scoop up as much of the thick glob of jizm as you can. You bring your hand to your mouth and without hesitation begin to slurp and lick the cum from your fingers. The taste is bitter but you love the texture as it slides around your mouth and down your throat. Your legs continue to tingle with pleasant sensations in the afterglow as you suck your fingers clean. Once you've swallowed as much of the cum as you can recover, you roll over in your bed to a peaceful, pleasant sleep. Looking forward to making breakfast for your mother in the morning. Whatever Morgan is doing to you, you're starting to like it.