Chapter 5: Present Day 3

Haley, eighteen-years-old and Helena and Brian’s eldest, walked in, followed by Kennedy, sixteen. A leash from a leather cuff around Kennedy’s balls led to Haley’s left hand, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. Although Haley was dressed like a typical eighteen-year-old girl, all Kenedy had on was a pale pink silk nightie. They’d been staying with Helena’s sister, Janey. Janey, after several disastrous heterosexual relationships, had come out as gay in her early thirties. She was an avowed FemDom who worked as a Financial Domme and earned a mid six-figure income every year.

“Kennedy’s been wanking without permission again,” Haley said haughtily, which explained the cuffs and lead. “I caught him perving on Janey when she was with a client.”

“Is that true, Kennedy?” Helena asked, her anger clear as she undid Kennedy’s wrist cuffs and placed them on the bench.

“Yes, Mistress Helena,” Kennedy answered. Helena did not allow her kids to call her mum or mother. Haley simply used her name. Kennedy called her as he had above.

Helena stared at her son coldly before saying, “Fetch your cock cage, strip and return.”

Kennedy suppressed a sigh because he knew it would anger his mother and walked to his bedroom quickly. He returned naked and with his cock cage a short time later. Helena jacked her son’s cock until it was hard and throbbing in her hand and then used the heel of her hand to bang his balls, causing Kennedy’s cock to deflate immediately. Helena jacked him to full erectness again before repeating the process. She did this twice more before locking Kennedy’s cock and balls into a clear plastic chastity cage. She snapped the padlock in place before saying, “Naughty little boys wear a French maid’s uniform. Put yours on and return to me.”

Kennedy returned about thirty minutes later. He’d showered and shaved all the hair on his body and then done a full makeup of his face. Kennedy had trimmed his quite thick eyebrows and plucked them to create a higher arch, and he’d used an eyebrow pencil to draw them even higher. He’d painted his lips, which were drawn to the extreme to create the illusion of full pouting lips, with whore-red lipstick. False eyelashes adorned his eyes and fake nails his fingers. Kennedy’s blush was also exaggerated for effect as opposed to trying to look good.

Helena cast her eyes over her son, admiring the chest plate he’d put on to create the illusion of having breasts. She especially admired how his ‘breasts’ seemed to overflow the scant push-up bra he wore. Over the chest plate, Kennedy had on a fetish French maid outfit complete with a layered, frilly mini skirt. Suspenders, fishnet stockings and high-heels completed his outfit. He stood before his mother looking morose but respectful because he knew his mother would punish any sign of defiance immediately.

“Start your house-cleaning duties. Work from high to low, cleaning all flat surfaces before you vacuum and then mop. Snap to it! Return to me once you’ve finished so I can inspect your jobs.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Kennedy replied before hiding a sigh and fetching cleaning materials from the hall closet.

Helena returned to the kitchen, where Haley waited. She made coffee using their espresso machine and sat at the breakfast table beside her daughter. “How was your time with Janey?”