Placed in Chastity by Her Son Pt. 02
Author's Note: This part is a little short. The pacing of the story simply placed the ending where it did. The next part will be longer.
Isabelle woke up bright and early. Her last day of work this week and her last day before she'd be locked in a chastity belt.
She stood in front of her full-length mirror. The morning sun streamed in, giving her a flattering glow. Her messy hair stood in wild disarray, and she only wore a large t-shirt. Isabelle stood for a moment, taking note of how her body looked at this moment. The shirt draped loosely over her, hiding her slender waist.
She planned to look very different by the end of the morning and wanted the clearest look at herself before she did. The first step was to take a shower. As before, her hands reached for the wand vibrator on the bathroom counter. When it wasn't there, Isabelle remembered the rest of her plans for the day. Keeping her hands off her pussy would force her to start the day hornier than usual. She focused solely on washing herself quickly so she'd have more time later.
An hour of meticulous work later, the look was complete. Isabelle stood in front of her mirror and stopped for a moment, a bedsheet draped over it. She recalled the image she saw before: a woman who was pretty but disheveled and unalluring. With all the flair of a magician's assistant, she drew the sheet away from the mirror. The image she saw now was sex in office-friendly clothing. Starting from the bottom, she admired her handiwork.
Low heeled shoes, comfortable enough to walk in while giving some shape to her calves. Semi sheer thigh-high stockings, held up by a garter belt hidden under her blouse. A curve-hugging black skirt concealed a lacy thong and the remote controlled vibrator quietly resting against the lips of her pussy. Thinking of when she could get away with using it made her clench on the pink jeweled butt plug penetrating her ass. Isabelle's eyes tracked upward and she tried to determine if her black lacy bra was visible under her white blouse. She decided that it wasn't.
Lastly, she looked at her face. She put the kind of effort into her hair and make-up that a woman usually reserved for date night. As far as she was concerned, she was going on a date with herself. One last day and night of passion.
She glanced at the time on her phone and decided against using the vibrator right now. While she was more than ready, Nathan would be getting up soon, and she didn't want to take any risks.
She opened the drawer by her bed and loaded her purse with supplies for the day. When that was done, she went down to grab a quick breakfast before work. The smell of bacon and eggs grew stronger as she made her way down the stairs toward the kitchen. Nathan was standing over the stove and looked a little surprised when he saw her.
"Oh, I didn't see your purse on the kitchen counter, so I assumed you left for work already," he said.
"No," Isabelle corrected. "My purse was in my room."
Nathan turned off the stove and doled out the food on two plates. "I'm glad I caught you, Mom. I'd like to talk for a bit if you have time."
"Sure, I have time," she answered. Looking at him take the plates over to the small table in the dining room, she noticed he made enough food for two people despite what he said earlier.
She sat down and set her purse on the floor. The moment she did, her vibrator hummed softly to life. It was buried under the other toys she put in, so something must have bumped the switch when she set it down. Nathan was looking right at her, so she couldn't rummage through trying to find it. At least it started on the lowest setting. She'll be in the clear if she can control herself for a few minutes.
"I just wanted to check in and make sure you still feel confident about chastity. You've been acting as my mom for more than a decade now, so I should ask: How do you feel about being exposed to me in this new way?"
He fidgeted slightly, which told Isabelle that he wasn't as self-assured as he wanted. Isabelle did her best to ignore the heartbeat pulsing of the vibrator against her, "I have a feeling you're pretty nervous too. Not to be mean, but I hope you are. It'd make me feel a little better. I was pretty shocked when you brought it up. That being said, the more I think about it, the more excited I am."
"I'm glad to hear that," he responded. "It's really nothing scary once you get into it. I get that you may be nervous, Mom. I can see you shifting in your chair. I might be a bit jittery, but I know how to enforce the contract we signed together."
That last sentence made her very curious, "That almost sounds like you're speaking from experience. Has my boy been in a situation like this before?"
That made him blush, "Once, yeah. With a girl I was dating. She always wanted to get into kinky stuff, but was too nervous to try anything else. The idea of not having sex kind of-"
He realized that he was saying too much, "But that's not really important. I also wanted to say that since the belt is arriving tomorrow and that's the day our contract starts, you should start following the rules tomorrow morning."
With that, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Isabelle sat, shifting between smothering the vibrator with her thighs to keep it from making noise and moving around so it didn't threaten to send her over the edge. When she was finished eating, she stood up and did her best to make a full sprint appear as a nonchalant walk to her car.
Just when she reached the door, Nathan called to her. She did her best to mask her impatience, "Yes, Nathan?"
"I just wanted to say you look good today."
At her first moment alone, she dug through her purse, letting a bottle of lube fall out onto the passenger seat. When she found the remote, she turned off her vibrator and breathed a sigh of relief. She put everything back in her purse, the remote control going into a separate pouch where nothing would touch it. With a deep, shuddering breath at what just happened, she turned the engine over and drove to work.
- Isabelle looked at her collection of toys, including a vibrator and a pink jeweled butt plug, all carefully hidden beneath her office-friendly attire, preparing for her last day of freedom before being locked in a chastity belt by her son.
- During their breakfast conversation, Isabelle felt her vibrator hum to life, buried under her purse supplies, causing her to shift uncomfortably in her chair while trying to maintain a casual demeanor.
- Determined to abstain from any sexual activity until her chastity belt was delivered, Isabelle made a point of not allowing herself to use the vibrator even when left alone in her car, storing it away in a separate pouch to prevent any accidental activation.