By: ForeverFemdom
"You're late again," Jenny said, not looking up from her laptop. The screen's glow painted sharp lines across her tired face. Connor slung his backpack onto the counter with a thud, the sound deliberately louder than necessary. "Traffic," he muttered, already halfway to the fridge.
Jenny exhaled through her nose, fingers pausing over the keyboard. His attitude had been worsening for months the eye rolls, the half assed chores, the way he’d started talking back like she was some annoying roommate instead of his mother. Her gaze flicked to an open tab on her browser: Evergreen Retreat: Reinforcing Boundaries, Restoring Respect. The tagline was discreet, but the testimonials weren’t. “After just two weeks, my son finally understands his place.”
Connor cracked open a soda, the hiss drowning out her next words. “Put that down,” she said, voice low. He took a slow, defiant sip, eyes locked on hers over the rim of the can. The challenge was palpable, a dare wrapped in teenage arrogance. Her nails tapped once against the laptop’s edge. Decision made.
“We’re going camping this weekend,” she announced, snapping the screen shut. Connor scoffed. “Since when do you camp?” Jenny smiled, sweet as arsenic. “Since I found a place that’ll knock that tone right out of you.” His smirk faltered just for a second but it was enough. She’d seen the flicker of doubt. Good.
She turned toward the hallway, tossing her next words over her shoulder like a grenade. “Pack light. And leave the attitude here.” The silence behind her was thick, charged. Jenny didn’t look back. Let him wonder.
The drive to Evergreen was all winding roads and suffocating quiet. Connor slumped in the passenger seat, earbuds jammed in like armor, but she caught the way his knee bounced nervous energy. Jenny kept her eyes on the asphalt, humming softly. The GPS led them deeper into the woods, the trees swallowing daylight whole. When the iron gates loomed ahead, rusted and crowned with barbed wire, Connor finally ripped out an earbud. “The fuck is this place?”
Jenny parked, letting the engine die before she turned to him. The smile she wore was serene, practiced. “Your new attitude adjustment program.” His face went slack just for a heartbeat before he barked a laugh. “Nice try. I’m not ” The car door clicked open behind him. A woman in a crisp uniform stood there, gloved hands folded. “Welcome, Connor,” she said, voice syrup thick. “We’ve been expecting you.”
He whirled back toward Jenny, but she was already out of the car, smoothing her blouse. “Enjoy your stay, sweetheart.” The uniformed woman’s grip closed around Connor’s wrist like a vice, her smile never wavering. His protest died in his throat as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Mouthy boys get the muzzle first.” His pulse jumped under her fingers. Jenny watched, arms crossed, as they led him inside.
The building smelled of disinfectant and something darker, musky like sweat and leather. Connor’s sneakers squeaked against linoleum as they marched him down a hallway lined with locked doors. The woman’s heels clicked a steady rhythm beside him. “Rule one,” she purred, nudging him into a windowless room. “You don’t speak unless spoken to.” The door shut with a hydraulic hiss.
A single overhead bulb flickered, casting shadows across the woman’s face as she unbuttoned her cuff. “Strip.” Connor’s laugh cracked. “You’re joking.” She didn’t blink. “Down to your skin. Now.” He glanced at Jenny, who leaned against the wall, thumbs hooked in her pockets. “This isn’t funny,” he snapped. The woman’s hand snapped out, gripping his chin. “You’ll learn,” she murmured. “Or you’ll break.”
The first button of his jeans popped open under her fingers. Connor flinched, but the room offered no escape just cold tile and the weight of their stares. Jenny exhaled, slow and satisfied, as the woman yanked his shirt over his head. “Good,” she crooned, tracing the flush creeping down his chest. “Now we can begin.”
Jenny stepped forward, her heels echoing like a countdown. “Rule two,” she said, catching his wrist before he could cover himself. “No lies, no excuses. You’ll answer when called.” Her grip tightened, forcing his hand back to his side. “And by the time we’re done?” Her thumb brushed his lower lip, smearing the defiance there. “You’ll beg to obey.”
The uniformed woman circled behind him, her breath skittering along his nape. “Ever had a collar, Connor?” The words dripped with mock sweetness as she fastened cold leather around his throat. Jenny tugged the leash experimentally, watching his Adam’s apple bob. “Don’t worry,” she murmured. “We’ll train that out of you too.”
A door groaned open somewhere down the hall, followed by muffled whimpers. Connor’s pulse hammered against the collar. Jenny smiled, stroking his cheek. “Relax, baby. It’s just the sound of boys learning their place.” The uniformed woman clicked her tongue. “Let’s see if you’re quicker.” Her hand slid down his spine slow, deliberate until his knees buckled. Jenny caught him by the leash. “There we go,” she whispered.
The uniformed woman dragged a chair to the center of the room, the legs screeching against tile. “Sit,” she commanded, pushing him down. Connor resisted, but Jenny twisted the leash hard enough to make him gasp. He collapsed onto the seat, thighs trembling. The woman knelt, buckling restraints around his ankles. “Rule three,” she murmured, fingers skating up his inner thigh. “No touching without permission.” Connor’s breath hitched as her nails dug in just shy of pain.
Jenny circled behind him, her perfume thick with jasmine. “Remember last summer?” she asked, dragging her nails down his chest. “When you refused to mow the lawn?” His jaw clenched. Her fingers pinched his nipple sharp and his hips jerked against the restraints. “This,” she hissed, “is your overdue punishment.” The uniformed woman smirked, producing a thin leather strap from her pocket. Connor’s eyes widened. “No ” The first crack against his thigh cut him off.
Jenny caught his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. Tears welled in his eyes. “Good,” she purred, licking the salt from his cheek. The uniformed woman pressed against his back, her lips brushing his ear. “Beg,” she whispered, trailing the strap down his stomach. Connor’s throat worked silent, stubborn until Jenny squeezed his thigh. “Say it.” A whimper escaped. Louder, this time: “Please.” Jenny laughed, low and satisfied. “Again.”
The strap landed again higher, just under the curve of his ass. Connor arched, hissing through clenched teeth. The uniformed woman gripped his hair, wrenching his head back. “Louder.” Jenny stroked his damp forehead, her voice honey sweet. “Say ‘please, Mommy.’” His breath shuddered. “P please… Mommy.” The words hung there, raw and broken. Jenny moaned, grinding her knee between his legs. “Perfect.”
The uniformed woman unbuckled his collar, replacing it with something heavier cold steel etched with his name. Jenny fastened the leash to a ring in the floor, watching him strain against it. “Rule four,” she murmured, kneeling between his spread thighs. “No coming without permission.” Her tongue flicked over the head of his cock, already leaking. Connor jerked, the chains rattling. Jenny smirked. “Or would you like another lesson?”
The uniformed woman’s fingers twisted in his hair as Jenny took him deeper, her lips stretching around him. Connor’s hips bucked, desperate, but she pulled back just enough to make him whine. “Such a good boy,” she crooned, stroking the wetness down his shaft. “Now let’s see how long you can last.” The uniformed woman pressed a vibrating wand to his balls, her free hand tightening around his throat. Jenny leaned in, her breath hot. “Count for me.”
Connor’s vision blurred as the vibrations surged higher, his thighs trembling. “O one,” he gasped, the word cracking. Jenny’s tongue circled his tip, slow and torturous. “Two,” she corrected, biting his inner thigh. The wand pulsed harder. He sobbed, his voice ragged. “T two ah, fuck!” The uniformed woman chuckled, dragging her nails down his ribs. “Language.” Jenny’s teeth grazed his hipbone. “Again.”
The pressure built like a storm, his muscles locking until Jenny’s hand clamped around the base of his cock, cutting him off mid moan. Connor writhed, sweat slick and shaking. “No,” she chided, slapping his thigh. “You don’t get to come yet.” The uniformed woman traced the steel collar with her tongue, humming. “Not until you earn it.” Jenny stood, dragging him up by the leash. His knees hit the floor with a thud.
“Rule five,” she whispered, guiding his face between her thighs. The uniformed woman’s heel pressed into his back, forcing him forward. “You serve.” The scent of Jenny’s arousal hit him heady, demanding as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “Start,” she ordered. Connor hesitated just for a heartbeat before his tongue flicked out, tentative. Jenny’s moan was all the answer he needed. The uniformed woman’s laugh curled around them like smoke. “Good boy.”
Jenny arched, grinding against his mouth, her thighs trembling with restraint. “Faster,” she hissed, nails biting into his scalp. Connor obeyed, his tongue circling her clit with desperate precision. The uniformed woman leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “Tell her,” she murmured. Connor’s voice was ragged, muffled against wet flesh: “I’m I’m sorry, Mommy.” Jenny’s hips jerked. “For what?” He whimpered, his breath hot. “For for disobeying.”
The uniformed woman’s fingers traced his spine, stopping just above his ass. “And what do good boys get?” she purred. Connor’s tongue faltered just for a second before Jenny yanked his head back, her grip brutal. “Answer.” His throat worked, lips glistening. “R rewards.” Jenny smiled, slow and predatory. “Exactly.” The uniformed woman’s hand cracked across his ass, leaving a stinging welt. “Now earn it.”
Jenny dragged him up by the leash, her other hand slipping between her legs. She coated two fingers in her own wetness before pressing them against his lips. “Suck,” she commanded. Connor’s tongue swirled around them, his eyes fluttering shut until the uniformed woman’s grip tightened on his collar. “Eyes open,” she snapped. Jenny watched him, her breath shallow. “Good,” she murmured, pulling her fingers free with a pop. “Now beg for the rest.”
The uniformed woman unzipped her slacks, stepping forward until the heat of her cunt hovered inches from Connor’s face. "Lick," she ordered, her voice like cracked ice. He hesitated Jenny’s leash jerked hard, the collar biting into his throat and then his tongue dragged up her slit in one slow, trembling stroke. The woman groaned, her fingers knotting in his hair as she rocked against his mouth. "Deeper," she hissed, grinding down until his nose pressed into wiry curls.
Jenny watched, her own thighs slick with arousal, as Connor’s jaw worked desperately between them. She traced the edge of her blouse where it clung to her damp skin, then flicked open the top button. "Rule six," she murmured, peeling the fabric aside to reveal the stiff peak of her nipple. "You take what you’re given." The uniformed woman laughed, twisting Connor’s head to the side so Jenny could shove her breast into his panting mouth. He suckled instinctively, his moan vibrating against her flesh.
The uniformed woman pulled away, leaving his lips glistening, and unclipped a riding crop from her belt. "Stand," she commanded, tapping it against his thigh. Connor staggered up, his legs shaking Jenny kept the leash taut, forcing him to arch toward her. The crop traced the outline of his cock, now throbbing and neglected. "Such a pretty toy," the woman mused, bringing the tip down just hard enough to make him gasp.
“We are done here for now,” said the uniformed woman, “Jenny walk your pet to your cabin.”
Jenny tugged the leash gently, guiding Connor forward as he crawled like a naked dog on cold tiles. The walk to the cabin was silent except for the clinking of his steel collar and the distant moans echoing from other rooms. His skin prickled with goosebumps, his cock still twitching with every step denied, aching. Jenny glanced back, her lips curling as she watched him struggle to keep his hips still.
Inside the cabin, she fastened the leash to a bedpost, the iron frame groaning under the tension. “Lie there like a good pet,” she ordered, pushing him down onto the rough rug.
Jenny settled onto the couch, unlocking her phone with a tap. The screen illuminated her face cold, detached as she scrolled through photos from earlier: Connor kneeling, his lips wrapped around her fingers, his eyes wet with humiliation.
He shifted on the rug, the collar clinking, but she didn’t look up. “Quiet,” she murmured, her thumb hovering over the screen. She exhaled sharply, spreading her legs just enough to let the hem of her skirt ride higher. Connor’s breath hitched. She knew he was watching.
“This is your punishment for how you treat me. I know you don’t understand now but soon you will,” she said before getting lost in her phone.