“Mom, just lay down and go to sleep. It’s three AM.” he said, and he stood beside my bed. I scooted up to my sleeping position, and put my legs ...eneath the blanket. He sat again, on the side of my bed, and put his arm on my waist. I searched my mind for something to say, something profound, something to make all the confusion go away, and put us back in a normal mother son relationship. My mind was totally blank, though.He spoke before I could gather my thoughts.“Mom. You know how I feel. I. “My family is from Belarus and immigrated to the Sunny Isle area of Miami when I was 2 years old. Father was an electrician originally. He saved up enough for mother to open a small café. It is in the same spot it was in when they started it in 1983. My father died when I was 8.” He told her. “I have a house on the beach just south of the Sunny Isle area where my boat is parked.”“What kind of boat do you have?” Ludmilla asked.“It is a 40-foot Formula Performance.” He replied. “It has a small. To tame your inner slut I'm assuming? After all, it's rather hard to fool around with a locked up dick." I couldn't believe it. It was coming true. My one big nightmare was coming true. Deep inside the panic was coming back, this time stronger than ever.But I listened to what she said. "I know all about what you did. You bought yourself a cock cage because you thought you were becoming too much of a horn dog. But I got a feeling that's starting to be a bit hard for you isn't it?" She couldn’t. She said that I didn't have faith in her,and I would pay for that. I had to wear stockings, a garter. and panties,every day for 30 days. There was no chance of her unlocking me, and oneweek of additional chastity if I had the nerve to beg. My month is up. My little dickie wants to get hard, my balls are purple,and after eating her pussy for hours every day, she says she has a dealfor me. While she began to inform me, she sat there and painted my toenails bright red. I told her I would do.