Stepmom:  Chapter 3
Copyright 2007 by The Timid Freshman
Dana cements the bond between her and her stepson, fully enslaving him to her will.

Dana stood in the entrance to the room, leaning casually against the doorframe.  
Her eyes followed Joel’s every movement as he cleaned her kitchen.  Her stepson 
was trembling violently the whole time, and several times he nearly dropped a 
glass.  His heart pounded harder after each near-disaster; he had no desire to 
experience any more of Dana's discipline.  He was terrified of her now, and yet 
more drawn to her than ever.  In just one day, she had dominated him so 
completely that the idea of disobeying her was beginning to seem more and more 
like a foreign concept.  Her simple punishment-and-reward system was the perfect 
stick and carrot:  the threat of "punishment," via painful ball-busting or a 
severe spanking would keep Joel from breaking any of her rules, and the 
mind-blowing handjob she had given him only minutes before would drive him to do 
the best he could for her, in the hopes of another orgasm--especially since she 
was now the only source for the sexual release that Joel, as a normal teenage boy, 
needed so badly.  The punishment for masturbation was too severe for him to even 
think about.  He had a feeling that if Dana caught him jerking off again, she 
would do more than just violently complete the task for him, as she had done that 
morning during her first violation of her new stepson.  No--Joel was becoming 
quite sure that she would make sure that he was physically unable to pleasure 
himself for a good while.  He didn’t want to think about how.  Either way, he 
knew he wouldn't dare to find out.  It was the temptation he would have to worry 
about.  Even now the last few minutes were replaying themselves over and over 
again in his mind--the sensation of Dana's fingertips caressing his penis, the 
growing pleasure as she gripped it more firmly and worked the shaft, and finally 
the orgasmic release as she brought him to inevitable climax.  He had no idea how 
long he'd have to wait for that feeling again, or how much he'd have to do to 
earn it.  In the meantime, how would he keep from continually pleasuring himself 
to that memory?

But as it turns out, Dana had thought of everything.

When Joel finally finished up in the kitchen, Dana ordered him back into the den.  
"Here's what I want you to do, Joel," she commanded authoritatively.  "Go take a 
shower.  Clean yourself up real good.  And don't even think about jacking off to 
me in there."

She waited for his answer.  "Yes, ma'am," Joel finally managed to squeak out.  He 
prayed she didn't have the ability to read his mind.  He didn't exactly know how 
to turn off the incredibly frightening and erotic thoughts he now associated with 
his new stepmom.

"When you’re finished," she continued, "I want you to dry off and report back 
here immediately.  Don't get dressed.  You are to report to me completely naked, 
do you understand?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered.

"And your dick had better be limp," she snarled with an evil smile, "or I'll make 
it limp for you.  And you don't want me to do that."  She laughed cruelly.

Scared, Joel turned and scampered off towards the bathroom, but not before Dana, 
laughing at his submissive fear, managed to hit his ass with a well-placed slap.

Fear of his stepmother kept Joel from even beginning to rub his erect penis in 
the shower, though he was having an incredibly difficult time getting his boner 
to subside.  He began to panic.  Dana wouldn't let him stay in here all night; 
she would come for him after a while, and he didn't want to know what she was 
going to do in order to soften his manhood.  Taking a deep breath, he shut off 
the hot water, and cranked on the cold as far as it would go.  Gasping as the 
ice-cold sheets of water pounded on his crotch, he willed himself to stay in one 
place long enough for the sensation to wilt his erection.  His balls 
instinctively drew up as his penis shrank.

When he was completely limp, he hopped out of the shower and dried off as quickly 
as possible.  Trembling with fear and cold, he took a deep breath and ran back to 
the den, hoping his father wouldn't see him as he darted through the hallway.  He 
arrived in the den still trembling, and Dana smiled as he stood before her, 
completely exposed.

She had changed from her black stockings and corset into a simpler ensemble, and 
was now reclining lazily on the couch in a pair of black leather pants, complete 
with a matching strapless bra.

"Well, well," she said from her spot on the couch, amusement in her voice.  "Not 
much to look at when you're not turned on, is it, Joel?"

Joel's embarrassment burned almost as much as his cheeks.  He flushed scarlet at 
her demeaning comments.  But Dana wasn't finished.  She stood up, and strode 
confidently across the room to him, her leather-clad hips swinging as she walked.  
"I asked you a question, Joel," she said, "And I expect an answer.  I said you 
had a small penis, don't you?"

Joel stared at the floor.  Even though his penis had shrunk to a size smaller than
normal due to the ice-cold water that had been pounding on it, Dana was tapping
into a deep fear that had plagued him ever since puberty began.

"I said, 'don’t you?" she growled, seizing his balls and squeezing them.

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped, amazed at the depths of humiliation she was capable of 
pushing him towards.

"It's all right, Joel," she said, more kindly this time, as she let go of his 
balls.  "It's just the right size when it's awake, and that's what counts, isn't 
it?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, still staring at the floor, but feeling better, and even
inexplicably grateful towards her for this tiny fraction of praise.  Dana was a 
master of domination and manipulation, both physically and mentally.

"You will look me in the eyes when you speak to me," she said sternly.

Joel brought his eyes up to hers.  "Yes, ma'am," he said again.

She smiled.  "Good boy," she said.  She turned and walked back over to the couch, 
and picked up a package that Joel hadn't noticed until now.  "I've got some good 
news for you," she said brightly.  "Mommy's going to protect you from temptation."  
She looked up at him.  "I know you're not strong enough to keep those dirty little 
hands off that dirty little dick," she sneered.  "And I know you don't want any 
of my punishment, do you, Joel?"

"No ma'am," he answered, becoming more afraid of her by the minute.

"Well," she said, "I'm such a good stepmother, that I'm going to help you out."  
And with that, she pulled a strange-looking device out of the bag.

The device was made of what looked like clear plastic, and consisted of two 
components, along with what appeared to be some kind of tiny locking mechanism, 
complete with tiny locking pins.  The pins seemed made to lock together the two 
parts of the instrument; a circle-shaped clamp and some kind of downward sloping, 
ventilated sheath, which was open at the end.

Joel had never seen such a thing before, and had no idea what its purpose was.  
For the moment, his curiosity overwhelmed his fear.  As far as he could tell, it 
looked like some kind of faucet.  He frowned, puzzled.  How was a faucet going to 
protect him from temptation?

But it wasn’t a faucet.

Dana wasted no time in demonstrating its true purpose.  Within moments, she had 
stridden back over to Joel, and fastened the clamp secure around the base of his 
penis, behind his balls.  Next, she took the sheath and expertly slid it over 
Joel’s still-flaccid penis.  Too late did it dawn on him what the true purpose of 
the insidious device was.  Before Joel knew what had happened, Dana had fastened 
the sheath firmly to the clamps and locked them in place with a tiny padlock.  As 
she backed up to admire her handiwork, Joel’s eyes widened in horror as he looked 
down, taking in the terrifying sight of his imprisoned penis.  The sheath would 
keep it in a flaccid state; he would be unable to get an erection as long as it 
was locked in place.  And the clamp behind his balls would make it impossible to
remove.  The only way to get it off would be to unlock it.

“Oh, no,” he whispered, horrified.

“Oh, yes,” Dana giggled triumphantly.  “Witness the newest technology in chastity 
belts, Joel.  So much less bulk to worry about; and they're so much more compact 
than they used to be.  You’ll have complete freedom of movement--” here she 
laughed, “—well, except for your cock, of course.”

“Please don’t make me wear this,” he pleaded, tears threatening to well up in his 
eyes.  “Please take it off.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” she grinned, clearly enjoying his despair.  “You see, the 
only way to make sure you aren’t sneaking in any unauthorized orgasms is to take 
total control over your penis.”  She reached a hand in between her breasts and 
pulled out a tiny key, connected to a fine chain around her neck that Joel hadn’t 
noticed before.  “Don’t worry,” she smiled.  “You’re not alone.  I make your 
father wear one, too.”

This did not make Joel feel better in the slightest degree.  “How am I supposed 
to bathe?” he protested.

Dana shrugged.  “There’s nothing preventing you from bathing the rest of your 
body,” she said simply.  “You can even wash these,” she added, reaching down and 
jiggling his balls with her fingertips.  “The CB-6000 is completely waterproof, 
and the vents will even let water wash over your precious little cock.”  She 
placed her hands on her hips.  “I think once a week is enough for a more thorough 
washing, don’t you?”

What could he say?  There was only one answer he could give her.  “Yes, ma’am,” 
he conceded, his voice shaking.

“I am the only one who can unlock your belt,” she continued.  “Don’t bother 
trying to destroy it; you’ll only hurt yourself.”  She grinned.  “And then I’ll 
hurt you, so it really isn’t worth it.  Once a week I’ll remove it for supervised 
cleaning.  On Friday nights we will be showering together.”

Joel’s heart leapt into his throat at these words, even as his penis 
unsuccessfully made its first attempt to harden in the mercilessly unaccommodating 
chastity belt.

Dana stepped closer, placing a hand on Joel’s chest.  “Now, if you’re a good boy,” 
she cooed, her face close to his, her eyes smoking, “then I’ll let you out to 
play once or twice a week.  But only,” she warned, raising a finger, “if you’ve 
done all your homework, and your chores.  Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, completely defeated.  Dana’s dominance was completely and 
totally final.  Joel was her submissive slave, under her complete control.  

He had two full years left before he graduated from high school.  With this 
dominating diva as his new stepmother, they would be the two most interesting 
years of his life.