We would meet at a coffee shop my new Mommy picked out. I would get their first of course, don't want to keep Mommy waiting. When you walk in I stand up and greet you, nervously not knowing whether to hug or shake hands. We get to talking. By now we've been texting enough online to know each other pretty well, but the more we talk the less nervous I feel. After a good long talk you decide to leave and I offer to walk you to your car. Just before you get in you make your decision, you accept me as your new little boy. "sweetie," you say slowly, "I like you; I want us to go on dates and much more. But if we're going to have a relationship, you must do one thing: obey me. I will do everything else, but I want you to do that one thing: obey." You surprise me by kissing my cheek. "I promise: if you will, I'll do my best to make you glad you did." You tell me to get in the car quickly, and I do what my Mommy says.

As I walk into your house for the first time, you startle me by slamming the door shut behind me. You look me up and down and say, "OK, first things first, Mommy doesn't let dirty little boys touch her. I'm gonna start my little boy off with a nice hot bath!" I've shown you pictures of me online, but getting naked in front of you suddenly makes me wanna bolt! "Alright," Mommy says, "Let's get these awful cloths off." Mommy leads me straight to her bathroom and helps me climb into her massive bathtub. As you reach for my shirt, instinctively I hold your hands. "Mommy, I can undress myself". "I'm sure there are lots of things you can do for yourself, but I'm going to do this for you." Mommy gives my bottom a spank and then smiles. "While Mommy does everything else, what's the one thing the little boy does?" When I speak my voice is small: "obey." You give my bottom another spank "I obey... MOMMY!", I say. "Good boy, besides, I've seen little boys in their birthday suits before your no different!"

Quickly and efficiently Mommy leaves me no modesty. Standing bare and cold in the middle of your bathtub you finally start the water, quietly yet sadistically happy how uncomfortable I look. Mommy comments on what a good boy I've been, keeping my body nice and hairless. Mommy helps me sit carefully in the hot water, I feel comfortable for the first time since I arrived. It feels weird to be bathed like a kid, but Mommy asked me questions, keeps me talking about my work. Curiously, being the center of attention like that distracts me from feeling uncomfortable as you wash my body.

Until you reached my personal areas! "sweetie, I've already seen your naked ass, and I said I would bathe you. What's your part?" "Obey, Mommy", I say. I feel like crying. This pretty lady is washing my behind like I was a little baby, even washing the hole part. "Hafta make sure your nice and clean!", you say as you bend me over the side of the tub and stick your soapy finger up my bottom. I have never been so embarrassed. Mommy croons to me as you wash my behind. "There, there. Mommy's here. Mommy loves her little boy. Mommy makes everything all better." You put an arm around my wet shoulder and draw me up close. I can smell your soap-fresh body, feel your soft, bouncy breast against my cheek. "It's all done. Now, was it really that bad?" "Not really," I had to admit. "Now for the front." Instinctively, I cover my privates! "We're going to have sex tonight remember? I've already seen you naked. Besides, if I'm going to make you make cummies later, you can let me wash your little winkie now." Mommy gently massages my testicles and my penis, whispering softly, how good I was to obey, even when I feel embarrassed. As I grow under your touch, Mommy murmurs approval. "What a lovely little winkie, getting nice and hard for Mommy!" Then, with me fully erect and expecting more, you declare, "Bath's over, sweetie! Let's get you dried off.

Nice and hard, you lead me to the bedroom where you have laid out on the bed, baby blue adult footed pajamas with a trapdoor backside! You make me put them on (no underpants of course). "Ok little boy, now we're gonna play a game", you say. "I like a good little boy who obeys his Mommy. So young man you are gonna make Mommy have three orgasms with your tongue within a ten minute time period." Mommy lifts her beautiful dress and pulls down her silk panties. You pull out a timer and set it for ten minutes. "But... if the little boy doesn't give Mommy three cummies, EVEN IF HE'S OFF BY ONE, Nanna will lay him on his tummy across her bed, pull his cute little trapdoor jammie bottoms down, and SPANK him with her paddle, hair brush, whip and anything else she gets a hold of young man for ANOTHER ten minutes!" My stomach is doing backflips! "Mommy I've never even...". You stop me, "No no no... mustn't interrupt Mommy". You lay on your bed then slowly pull your skirt up and start the timer. "Mommy takes care of the little boy AND what does the little boy do..."

Morning time!I wake up having slept on my tummy. Quickly I remember my hands tied to Mommy's head board, my still very sore bottom and the ordeal I went through last night. The game Mommy and I played wasn't very fun for me, but Mommy seemed to enjoy it. Mommy liked it so much we played it three times, but I was never able to give you more than two cummies before the timer stopped, which meant three 10 minute spankings. Momma said that I'd get better and that the spankings was gonna make sure I kept trying harder.

I was a little upset that Mommy wouldn't let me make cummies last night. "I said that I would make you make cummies LATER... didn't say exactly when!", Mommy says, "Besides, you need to learn to control yourself young man". Then Mommy tied my hands over my head and to the head board on her bed, so I couldn't play with my pee pee. I love my Mommy but you were very mean last night! You teased me all night long by pretending to cuddle, only to play with my pee pee until I almost came, stoping and lettin me calm down, and then starting all over again!!! I hardly got any sleep, which is why it takes me so long to notice that your not cuddled up beside me on your bed.

"Hello?", I shout. "Mommy?". Tied to the bed I was as helpless as a REAL little boy and I started to panic a little! "Its ok sweet-pea, Mommy's right here". You glide into the bedroom carrying a tray with a bowl of what looks like apple sauce and a spoon. "Breakfast in bed sweetie!", you say as Mommy sits down beside me on the bed, turns me over and rubs my pajama covered tummy. As you place the tray on your lap you say, "Mommy made for her special little boy her favorite recipe... APPLE SAUCE SURPRISE!". "Yummy Mommy, but I won't be able to eat it without my hands", I cooed slyly. Giggling you retort, "Oh don't you worry baby, Nana will feed her little boy". Quickly I say, "I'm not a baby Mommy, I can feed myself!". Nana replied, "I know your not I can tell! The little boy's got such a big stiffy poking out of his jammie bottoms doesn't he?". "It looks like a little tent!", Mommy teases. "Awww was Mommy teasing you too much last night?". "Yes Mommy", I pout. "Alright sweet-pea you've been punished enough, Nana gonna give baby his cummies she promised him. Ok?" And with that Mommy slowy unzips the front zipper on my footed pajamas, first revealing my chest, then tummy, then pee pee. Gently Mommy begins massaging my hairless balls and penis. "There, isn't that good!" It did feel good, as my erection showed. "Mmm. mmmm!" I moan, quietly at first, as Mommy brings ripples of pleasure to my body through my winky. You look down into my eyes and say, "There, Chrisy, isn't that wonderful!" I nod in agreement. I had never had anyone make me feel good there before. "little boy likes this!" Mommy crooned, still holding me under your gaze. "Chrisy likes it when Mommy's in charge!" you keep up the rubbing, slowing down as I get close to coming, then rubbing hard when I calmed some. "Oh, yes! Chris likes Mommy rubbing him," you cooed. Mommy keeps me pinned under your delicate touch for what seemed like forever. You rub my penis and keep remarking on how much I am enjoying it, and I respond with louder, more quavery moans. "Oh look how much Chris loves Mommy being in charge of him and making him feel good!"

"OK little boy!", you suddenly add, "ready to help Nana finish making your breakfast?". Still being pleasured by your beautiful fingers, I'm barely able to make out what your saying. "Mmm, wwhat... ddo you mean Mommy?". "Silly boy your not very inquisitive are you? Don't you wanna know what the surprise is in your apple sauce?". Much more attentive, "WWhats the surprise Mommy?". "Lets just say its white, creamy and full of protein!" "NO MOMMY NOO STOP!", Panicking I plead. Giggling sadistically, Mommy continues to pleasure her darling little boy. My hands tied above my head and Mommy's hand holding my penis all I could do was wiggle and squirm! "That's right Chrisy: lay there and obey Mommy! How good Mommy makes Chris feel. "NO MOMMY PLEASE DON'T!", I say franticly. Not wanting to be betrayed by my own body, I close my eyes to concentrate. Dead puppies, math equations, the dentist, think of anything other than the orgasm that I sooo wanted just a second ago! Surprisingly it starts to work I get a little less hard... Until Mommy notices. "Oh no you don't you little stinker!". Knowing my worse secret, you have just the thing to break my concentration. While still molesting me, Mommy sends her other hand towards my baby smooth underarm. "Kitchie... coochie... kitchy kitchy coooo! Here come the tickle monster to coochie her little boy!"."HAHAHA NOOOOOO MOMMY PLEEEZ! HAHAHA STAAAP OK OK HAHA NOOO MORE! HAHAHAA!", all sense of hope lost I pleed for mercy. "Thats right, Chris wants to obey Mommy and this is what Chrisy gets when he obeys..." You stop tickling but instead grab the bowl of apple sauce and hold it on my tummy. "Now Mommy wants Chrisy to cum in a second. Does my little boy want to obey his Mommy? Yes? Yes! Cum, sweet-pea! Cum for Mommy!" "I won't I won't I won't...", I moan defiantly yet pleadingly, "no no no no... please don't make me... oh oh oh oohh oooooh nana oooh.. OH OH OOOOH OOOOH OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" Mommy knew what she was doing. All that teasing last night built up a lot of tension, loads and loads of cum were spilling into the bowl of apple sauce. I came at Mommy's command, my body convulsing repeatedly with wave after wave of ecstasy. Mommy kept rubbing her little man fiercely as I kept cumming, and when you finally stopped, I lay there unmoving, panting, exhausted. Mommy kissed my forehead and takes the APPLE SAUCE SURPRISE off my belly and start mixing. In a sinister tone, "Alright little one... TIME FOR YOUR BREAKFAST!"

Breakfast over! Staring at the empty bowl that was once filled with Mommy's infamous apple sauce, I looked like a child who'd just been forced to take his medicine. "Aaaaaw...giggle...my little sweet-pea is soooo cute when he pouts! Nana got her little angel to eat all his num nums didn't she? And now he's mad isn't he?...giggle...", You say condescendingly.

Thinking back to those horrible moments earlier, Mommy DID get me to eat my breakfast but I put up quite a fight. You got me to make cummies in my food but I was determined not to eat it! "Brrrrrrrr... brrrrrr... BRRRRRRR.. here comes the airplane makin a landing in my little boy's mouth! OPEN WIDE!!!", Mommy sings. Lips as tight as they've ever been, I shot down any attempt. "Little Chrisy is suppose to OBEY his Mommy, remember?", You remind me, "Your being very naughty!". Still tied helplessly to your bed, the last thing I wanna do is make you mad at me. But I made up my mind and there was no way on earth I was gonna let that sick concoction in my mouth! “Now, will you be a good little baby and have your num nums?” Turning me to face her welcoming applesauce filled spoon, you do not seem surprised to see the defiant lad again refuse to eat. “Very well,” sighed my matron. “Nana can wait all day until her little boy is ready”.

Giggling gently as you placed the breakfast tray aside then snuggling up close to the tight-lipped lad in your bed, Mommy hugged her legs firmly around mine. Hands tied and my legs easily subdued with this gentle hug, it made it easy for Mommy to reach her nimble fingers down towards my still bare tummy. “H-hey!” tittered the infuriated young man as I squirmed in Mommy's snuggle, “W-what ...giggle... are you ...geehehehe... do-oo-oo-ing?” Smiling gently downwards, Mommy cooed “Why, I’m tickling your tummy, silly boy.” “Well,STOhohohohoP IT!”, I say! Nana cooed her sympathies and continued her gentle tease. “What’s that, little boy? Can’t take a silly little tickle? A big strong man like you?”“STOOOOOOOOOooohohohohohop!”, I scream. “Uh, uh, uuuuuuuuuuuuh!” teased the matron. “Mama won’t stop her tickle until little Chrisy agrees to be a good boy and have his breakfast.” Pressing my face to the softness of your bosom for emphasis, Mommy tut-tutted her little boyand continued her merciless tease. “Coochie, coochie, coooooooooo!” sang Mommy, as I began to laugh in earnest. “Nana can tickle her little boy aaaaaaaaall day long if he wants...”

"Oh my gosh she really means it!", is what went through my mind. I haven't known you very long, but I know your nothing if not persistent. Still, the thought of that cummie filledapple sauce just made me wanna hurl. I had to hold out! “Oh, you naughty boy, Chrisy ...giggle... You naughty little boy! Don’t squirm. Mummy has you snuggly tight! You can’t get away from her now! ...giggle. Mummy’s going to have to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!“. As soon as your practiced fingers touched down upon my belly, I found myself giggling like a child. Gently touching and teasing all over my mid-section, the mean ol' Mommy continued her taunts. “Oooooh, he is a ticklish little boy, isn’t he? Hmm? I wonder if his little belly button is as ticklish... oh my! I guess it is...giggle...", she says as I scream with laughter. "Giggle some more for Mummy you gitsee widdle baby ... Coochie coooooooooooooooooo...”

After a few more torturous minutes in my evil Momma’s embrace, I concluded that my hopes were lost. I am WAY too ticklish and While I was clutched within Ms. Tickle Monster’s imprisoning hug, I could be made to do anything Mommy wanted -- or face the consequences of disobedience -- and so I might as well surrender now.

“Okahahay! OKAHAHAY!!!” I squealed from within my soft prison. “I’ll do it! I’LL DOhoohoohoo IT!”

“Hmm?” asked my matron, playing dumb. “You’ll what?”

“I’LL DO WHAT YOU SAhahahaY!!!”.

“Giggle... and what’s that, you ticklish little boy?”

“AAAAAAAAAahahahaha...”, I laughed, frustrated beyond measure at this feigned stupidity. “I’ll EAT! I’ll hahahave my num nuhuhuhhums! I’ll Eeeheeheeat My Breheheakfast!!!!”.

“Oh?” you gasped, feigning surprise at this turn of events. “You’ll be a good boy and let Mummy feed you?”

“Yehehehess!” I squealed. “I’ll do whahahatever youhoohoohoo wahahant!”

“You will?” “Yehehehess!”

“You’ll eat Num nums?”

“Yehehehess!!”

“That Mummy made you?”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” shrieked the young man, desperate for the tickles to stop.

“Are you sure?” asked the matron, one last time. “Are you really, REALLY sure?”

“Yehehehess! Pleehehehease, Mummy! Pleeheeheease!! “I’ll do Ahehehennything!!!”

Looking off in the distance while continuing her merciless tickle, Mommy pondered this answer for a minute more and then, looking down at the giggling boy, smiled gently from ear to ear and cooed her response: “Well, Chris... Mummy doesn’t beliEEEEEEEEEve you! ...giggle...” “Wha-?” I gasped, shocked at this answer. “Nope! I don’t believe my little Chrisy honestly means what he says. You don’t really want to eat what Mummy made you now, do you?” “Oh, yes! Ohohoho Yehehehesss!” pleaded the little boy, desperate to be believed. “Oh, pleheeheease Mommy!! PLEASE stohohohohop the tihihihickles, pleeheeheeheease!!!” “Nope!” snipped the matron, as you adjusted your snuggling grip. “I think we need to play a bit more Tickle before you REALLY mean what you say...

“No no nohoHehehehehehehehehahahahahaahahahaaa” tittered Chrisy, helpless under the caressing touch. Tickled and tickled in the Mommy’s snuggling embrace, I wiggled about in a hopeless attempt to escape as Nana began to vary her tease. “Oooooh, still trying to get away, hmmm? Well, I’ll teach you! ...giggle... I think those little ribs just might needsome coochies too!” “No! Nooohohohohohohohohh!!! Not my ribs ahahahahahahahahaha!” “Oh, yes, widdle boy. Time to coochie your widdle wiggly wibs!” Lifting your hands for a few moment’s break, you taunted me with anticipation. “How many do you have, hmm? How many? ...giggle... Should Mummy count them for you, Chrisy? Hmm? Should she?”

“No, Mommy, please, PLEASE don’t tickle my ribs too! I'll eat my breakfast!”

“giggle... Well, SOMEONE needs to count them, and it looks like it will have to be me ...giggle... Oh, you naughty widdle baby, Chrisy, do I have to do everything for you? ...Gitsee, gitsee ...” Gently settling your fingers on the little boy’s ribs, Nana began her wiggling count. “Oooooooooone wiggly widdle wib... twoooooooooooo widdle wiggly wibs ... threeeeeeeee widdle wiggly wibs ...”

Squirming and in hysterics, I couldn’t hope to escape your attack. “NO! NOOOOOHEHEHEHAHA!" Continuing her tickle, the tickle monster cooed, “foooooooour wiggly widdle wibs ...fiiiiiiiiiive wiggly wibs ... " Laughing in forced merriment I continue to shout my pleas, “Help! Hehehehelp! Mommy PLEEheeheeheease!!! “I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll be good! I'll eat! I'll eat! Pleeheeheeheease SAVE meeheeheehee!!! HEHEHEHELP!!!”

"Oh!" Stopping your teases for a moment, Mommy looked confused. "Oh! ...giggle... You naughty boy! Your little piggy squeals made me lose my place! Now I’m going to have to start counting aaaaaaall over again.” “Tickle tickle...", you taunt, "show me what happens to naughty little boys who disobey Mummy.” “Such a little wiggle worm! ...giggle... So much FUN! ...giggle... Kitchie kitchie! ...giggle... fun Fun FUN!!

“Gootchie, gootchie, gooo!! Is my widdle baby having FUN?”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooohohohohOHOHohohohoHOHO!!!!” shrieked the hysteric young man as I desperately tried to squirm out of my sadistic tickler’s embrace.

“No?” asked Mommy in genuine surprise. “No? ...giggle... Well my Chrisy's little winky seems to be having REALLY good time!" My footed pajamas still unzipped, chest, belly and penis exposed, I look down and see that my body has betrayed me again. "Mr. Pee pee luvs when Nana tickles Chris doesn't he", Mommy teases, "nice and hard... and look how it wiggles when I coochie your belly... sooo cute!" "After your tickle, If your a VERY good boy, maybe Mommy will let you make love to her like the grown-up boys do."

“Nohoho mooore PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEEHEASE!!!” and so my pleading laughter continued, on and on, from within Mommy’s torturously gentle embrace. As the tickles continued, I felt my will to resist was gradually replaced by a strengthening desire to obey my tormentor’s wishes. Very much aware of the helplessness of my situation, I promised myself, again and again, that whatever Mommy asked of me in the future, I would be quick to obey. Mindlessly begging forgiveness, I felt the tickles persist for an endless time more until, silently and suddenly, I felt the teases withdraw.

Feeling the gentle touch of Nana's hand on my cheek, I turn my head to see a waiting heaping spoonful of Mommy's APPLE SAUCE SUPRISE. "Open wide, precious." Without hesitation and eagerly, I took the creamy concoction in my mouth. eating gratefully, forever thankful for the opportunity, I quickly devoured my matron’s abundant creation to ensure there could be no question of my obedience.

Smiling down in approval, you gently cradled the little boy's head and cooed your satisfaction. “Good boy,” purred the satisfied Mommy. “That’s a very good baby boy...”