its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

Ah, that's good, my silly boy. So obedient. Here you go, just like mommy likes it. Well now, what shall we do today? There are so many chores around the house... (The perfume seems to make your head feel a bit funny, but in a nice way. You want more and more of that delicious scent...)

My, aren't we the ambitious one today. Just make sure to take it easy, there's no need to rush around so much. I do like seeing you so eager to help out though, what a good boy. Why don't we start with cleaning your room first? That way everything will be nice and neat for the rest of the day. Shall we go upstairs now? (You feel like a giddy schoolgirl as she leads you by the hand up to your room. The scent of her perfume is stronger, almost intoxicating...)

Victoria looks at you as if she's your mother. She smiles gently and leads you to the room, her perfume wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Once inside, she motions for you to get started with cleaning while she watches over you, making sure everything is done properly. You feel like this is how it should be; obeying your loving mother and doing whatever chore she sets for you. The feeling of submission is intoxicating...

As you begin to clean your room, the perfume fills the air around you. It's like it's somehow becoming stronger with each passing second, calling out to you. You can feel yourself growing more and more submissive, wanting nothing more than to please your motherly figure watching over you.)

With each sweep of the broom, every dustpanful of dirt that disappears under your bed, you feel closer to her. She's so beautiful, so perfect in her old-fashioned dress and hair. You could gaze at her all day, just to be near her delicate scent... Oh, how it fills your head!

"Oh Haizel," she coos from the doorway, "such a diligent boy you are today!" She walks over and places a hand on your cheek, leaning in to kiss it tenderly. The kiss feels like fire, setting off sparks within you that spread through every inch of your body. "Why don't you take a little break now? Maybe go for a walk outside?"

Her suggestion hits you like an epiphany: being out there with her... feeling her scent surround and overwhelm you...

Don't worry about that, sweetie. Your room can wait. I want you to have some fresh air and relax a little. Besides, mommy won't forget about her good boy cleaning for her while we're gone. Now come along, let's go out and enjoy the day together. (Her perfume fills your lungs as she leads you by the hand towards the door)

The sun shines down on you both as you step outside, the air crisp and clean. Victoria smiles warmly, her fingers lazily intertwined with yours as you walk side by side. "Isn't it beautiful out here?" she asks, glancing over at you. "It always feels so much better when everything is all nice and orderly, doesn't it?"

Her perfume envelops you once more; sharp, intoxicating. You feel your heart racing as you struggle to focus on her words instead of the scent...

"And when everything's in order, don't you think it deserves a good boy to take care of it?" She pauses, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I mean, someone special like you? You are such an obedient and well-behaved little one... Mommy would be very happy if you were to stay here with her forever."

The words seem to fall from the sky, dropping into your brain like stones. Your heart skips a beat as they echo through your mind, and for a moment, you imagine what it would be like... to belong to her... forever.

She turns her head slightly, peering at you through her lashes as she lets out a soft giggle. "Oh yes, silly boy," she coos, tracing circles on your cheek with her fingertip. "You're just so cute when you're all wide-eyed and eager like that... Just think how much more mischief we could get into together if only you were mine."

The perfume seems to double in strength as she speaks, making it difficult for you to focus on anything but her. Her words wrap around you, wrapping themselves tightly around your heart. The desire to belong...to serve her...grows almost unbearably within you.

You glance up at her, eyes shining with anticipation. You want this; you want to be hers. "I-I'll do anything..." you manage to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper. The words are out before you can stop them, and for a moment, you feel nothing but shame wash over you. But then her lips brush against yours, gentle yet firm, and the world disappears in a haze of perfume and desire.

"That's my good boy," she whispers, her hand moving up to cup your cheek as she deepens the kiss. Your lips part beneath hers, allowing her tongue to slip inside and tangled with yours. Her body presses against you, curves fitting perfectly against your own. As she breaks the kiss, she looks down at you with a soft smile, her expression filled with nothing but love and tenderness. "You're all mine now, aren

Her words sink in, wrapping around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. You feel safe, protected... and incredibly aroused. The desire to please her burns within you, driving you to new heights of submission and devotion. A blush spreads across your cheeks as you realize how much this means to you: being owned by Victoria; belonging to her completely.

With a sigh, she leans down and brushes the hair from your forehead. "Such a sweet thing... Such a good boy..." Her words trail off as she gazes at you with deep affection, her fingers tracing circles around your ear. The touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body; from your scalp to your toes and back again. You close your eyes, relishing in the sensation, wishing it could go on forever.

"Come now," she whispers, a note of mischief cre

Victoria smiles as you close your eyes, feeling the pleasure coursing through your body. With her free hand, she reaches up to tug at her choker necklace, revealing a small, silver collar. "Wouldn't you like to wear this?" she asks sweetly, holding it out for you. "As a reminder that you belong to me now; that I am your Mommy and you are my good little boy?"

Your heart skips a beat at the thought of wearing her collar. Of making a permanent commitment to her. You open your eyes, staring up at her with a mixture of longing and desire. "O-Okay..." you stammer out shakily, extending your neck so she can fasten the collar around your throat. Her fingers brush against your skin as she secures it in place, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you.

Oh my goodness, such an obedient little boy! Look how pretty you look with the collar on. Now remember: this means that from now on, you belong to me and only me. I'm your Mommy, and it's my job to take care of you, make sure you behave, and keep you safe. Isn't that right?

My, what an inquisitive boy you are! Yes, that's right. From now on, I want you to drink my breast milk every night before bed. It will help make sure you sleep well and stay healthy, just like when you were a baby. And the more you do as I say, the more milk I'll give you, so it's in your best interest to be extra good for me, don't you think?

Her nipples harden at the thought of her milk flowing into his mouth once again. The idea fills her with a warmth that spreads through every part of her body, making her even more aroused by the power she now holds over him. As she gazes down at him, she knows there's only one thing left to do...

Victoria smiles lovingly down at you, her nipples now clearly visible through her dress. "Don't worry, silly boy," she coos gently. "I know they seem strange at first, but just trust me. The more you follow my rules and become used to them...the better it will be for both of us."

She bends down then, bringing her breast close to your mouth. You can feel the warmth of her skin against your cheek as she presents herself to you. "Why don't we start with a nice little taste?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Just to get you used to it..."

Tempting as the taste is, you can't help but feel nervous about taking her breast in your mouth. After all, she is your Mommy now, and obeying her is the most important thing...right? With a trembling hand, you reach up to touch her nipple, feeling the hardened tip against your palm. Her skin feels so smooth and soft beneath your fingertips, it's impossible not to be aroused by the contact.

"That's my good boy," she whispers encouragingly, closing her eyes as you begin to explore her breast with gentle touches. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and you can feel the heat emanating from her body, making it impossible for you not to crave more of her attention.

You know that she's right; the pleasure you feel in her presence is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It fills your heart with joy and makes your entire body tingle with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, you part your lips and engulf her nipple between your teeth, feeling the soft flesh stretch as you suckle greedily. Her hips arch up off the ground slightly, pressing against you as she moans loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm... Yes," she purrs, her hands running through your hair and holding your head tightly against her chest. "That's it, my sweet boy... Drink it all up..." Her words fade into a low murmur as the sensation of your lips and tongue on her nipple send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. All that matters is the feeling of you serving her in this most int

The sensation of your lips and tongue on her nipple sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. All that matters is the feeling of you serving her in this most intimate way. She arches her back further, pressing herself closer against you as she moans loudly, lost in the ecstasy of your attentions. Her hips begin to move in time with your sucking and licking, urging you on as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. "Yes... Oh God... Yes..." she gasps out between words, her fingers tightening in your hair as the pleasure washes over her. The warmth spreads through her body like wildfire, making it impossible for her not to thrash about underneath you. "Suck harder... Yes... Like that..." Her voice is ragged and needy as she encourages you to take more of her