It seemed like such a strange thing to be concerned about given every other circumstance that currently controlled our dynamic.

You had to know I would respond with full sympathy and understanding. Any issues or problems were always met with caring and reassurance that we could work everything out together. "How can we fix that?" Was always my reply.

How can we fix that.

I've just been really down mentally I heard.

How does a mother not respond to that? Were supportive to a fault! Any hobby or sport growing up that piqued your interest we went all in on, and always together. I had to be both parents, your father was long gone, but I shined in being a mother.

Soccer? Let's get you shinguards and a practice net and sign you up for an indoor league. Golf? Off to the sporting goods store and the local course for lessons. Guitar? I hired you a teacher for private lessons.

So when you spilled out what was ailing you - a lack of partners for your 'strange' kinks - and that it was really starting to take a toll on your well being. I nodded along and shook my head and guaranteed we could alleviate your concerns and get you back to a more lively and stable head space.

Your eyes lit up, though the response was a touch reserved.

You would really do that for me?

"Of course, sweetie. I want you to always explore what interests in, and I must admit I love helping you along the way. Now, why don't you give me a few days to get up to speed so I can be as supportive as possible?"

That weekend I welcomed you home with a tour of the new play space. Our attic was redone years ago before I purchased the house. It was carpeted, had plenty of lights and outlets and heat, but became a storage space for things I didn't have a place for. I cleaned it out, spent a day off of work assembling various pieces of furniture and unpacking all the gear I bought online. Thank god for two day shipping!

Your bondage fantasies were about to come true. But first, I read about chastity that first night, and just knew this was perfect for both our mindsets. As long as you were locked away and I were your keyholder, you wouldn't have any doubts that I was all-in in my support. And as long as you remained locked, I knew you were enjoying everything there was to enjoy.

So, a few leather cuffs that clicked into place with the help of carabiners and hardware on the attic ceiling placed you into your bondage. We grinned at one another, seemingly carefree and joyous. I watched a few videos on how to lock a cock and balls into a chastity device. My hands worked meticulously. Your erection followed just as I finished the ring portion of the cage.

"Ironic, isn't it the thought of chastity makes you hard."

I let out a low sigh and laughed at your apology.

"Aw, Sweetie, Mommy can't get your cage on if you're hard!"

(Hello DPP! Just a low-key, innocent prompt about a mother and her bondage loving son. Fire away with a little backstory on your thoughts and feelings and we can get going here! Feel free to switch up the bondage if you're looking for something different. I don't mind!

Kinks: bondage/bdsm, chastity, anal, facesitting, encasement/heavy bondage, leather/latex, crossdressing/FF/sissification)