"I just never anticipated anything like this to happen," Sierra said on the phone to her sister Summer, "I'm... I'm in absolute disbelief! Like... I dunno... I just needed to get it off my chest to somebody..." Her sister didn't respond right away causing Sierra to ask, "Summer? You there?"
Summer had muted her phone upon bursting into laughter after hearing her sister's unexpected admission. The deep breaths of laughter toning down ushered the conversation to continue. "Oh my gosh!" Summer said, still fighting off chuckles. "Sorry, are you serious?!" Summer had to let a few more laughs out as they forced their way out of her system,
"Summer!" Sierra scolded, somewhat playfully. "This isn't funny!"
"Are you kidding me sis?!" Summer replied as she wiped tears from her face. "This is hilarious! Your son seriously saved up a grand mowing lawns so he could lock his dicklet into a chastity cage and actually pay a domme to keep the keys out of his hands?!" Summer had to let out some more laughs before she got to the real root of the hilarity taking place: "And little does he know, that domme is you?! His own..." she let out another chuckle, "His own mother!?"
"Summer!" Sierra struggled to hold back her laughter as well as she looked down at the two little keys in her hand; the keys to her own son's chastity device that kept him completely unable to pleasure himself in any way. She'd already let out the bulk of her hilarity when she first opened the package and realized whose keys she'd just received in the mail thanks to the pictures she demanded for her online services as a masked domme.
This side hustle of Sierra's started in college, and blew up near instantly. Summer was the only person who knew her sister's online secret. Despite her business degree scoring her a job that she didn't feel the need to hide her face from, Sierra's online success as a masked domme sometimes surpassed her 9 to 5 paycheck. She never made her identity known, and mostly made solo content with the occasional guest star during her supposed "business trips" away from her two kids; Shaun and Stella. Even with these infrequent "business trips" to go dominate a high-paying sub and reap all the earnings from the content she created,,Sierra always kept her true identity hidden behind the veil of a black eye mask.Usually the men who paid for her keyholding services were regulars who paid for a chat with her fairly frequently. Far less frequently would she receive a thousand-dollar request for her keyholding services out of the blue like what happened with her son, but it happened often enough that she didn't bat an eye.
Shaun created a fake email address that he only used for his pornographic hobbies to reach out to (unbeknownst to him) his mother, Sierra; the masked domme. Upon finding out her P.O. box was in his hometown, he hoped to grab this mysterious domme's attention with the fact that he was a local in her area. Sierra never paid any mind to the sender so long as they agreed to her terms of service and paid her the money, which Shaun had done. And even if she did take note of the sender, it's not like Shaun used his real name when contacting (unbeknownst to him) his own mother to be his keyholder.
As SIerra's laughter subsided alongside her sister's over the phone, Summer chimed back in to prove her point: "See? You gotta admit, it's honestly hilarious! Poor Shaun goes looking to fulfill some kinky fantasy of his only to have the keys to his little chastity cage land in own mother's possession. And he doesn't even know! That's the best part! You've got a golden opportunity in your hands right now sis! Do you even realize that?"
"Oh?" Sierra's attention perked up at her sister's point. "You think so?"
"Absolutely!" Summer insisted. "Think about it, you've told me Shaun's had no direction since he graduated high school. Poor thing fresh into adulthood without a plan for his future. And given how much time he's spent mowing lawns for all the wrong reasons, it sounds like he didn't really have his focus in the right place. Does he still not have a job yet?"
Sierra scoffed at her sister's question, "No. I can hardly get him to tidy up the place while I'm at work. He just sits on his ass all day doing who-knows-what."
"Well I know one thing you don't have to worry about him wasting time on anymore," Summer chuckled.
Sierra let out a laugh in return, and felt a sense of comfort at the point her sister made.
"Does his little online girlfriend know?" Summer asked.
"I don't know!" Sierra blurted out as if it were obvious. "How am I supposed to know?!"
Summer didn't miss a beat when she moved on: "You should tell him."
Sierra went quiet. This has been the dilemma she's been grappling with all day. "Do you think I should give him the keys back? And the money?"
"Hello no girl!" Summer said defiantly. "Those are yours now! He wanted you to have them!"
"Well..." SIerra felt the need to point out. "He wanted an online domme to have them... not his mother..." She struggled to hold back her chuckles.
"So?" Summer said with a shrug in her tone. "That's on him. He shouldn't go locking his pecker into cages and sending the keys to women he doesn't even know online. If anything, he should feel lucky that of all people who could've gotten those keys from him, his own mother's the one keeping them safe and sound and out of his hands, keeping my little nephew from shutting himself in his bedroom all day jerking his little boyhood."
"Summer!" Sierra said with a laugh and disgust.
"What?! It's true!" Summer pointed out. "He can't masturbate anymore unless his own mother is generous enough to give the keys to his cock cage back to him! You know how quickly he'll turn to putty in your hands sis! And with that piece of shit abusive father of theirs out of the picture, you need a man to pamper you the way he shouldn've. Better that Shaun turns to putty in your hands than some online domme. Am I wrong?"
Sierra seriously considered her sister's points. She didn't disagree with any of it. And she didn't see many downsides to keeping her son's chastity keys in her possession other than his own discomfort. The only decision she struggled to make was, "You really think I should tell him I have them?"
"100%!" Summer insisted. "He made his decision to give up that freedom. You're under no obligation to give them back. Take the money. Take the keys. Mold your son into the perfect little obedient angel you've always wanted."
Summer's point about Sierra gaining something she's "always wanted" really resonated with her. After years of being an online domme, the thrill of ordering a man around to do her bidding swelled up into a desire; a goal in life. These infrequent "business trips" she took to dominate some high-paying sucker became an ever growing fantasy she'd always wanted to bring home with her to wait on Sierra hand and foot in her own abode.
The front door opened, catching Sierra's attention. She knew it was her son returning home from seeing a movie with a longtime friend of his. The walls between the kitchen and the foyer were open enough for her to hush her tone to let her sister know, "He's home!" almost giddy in her tone.
