The Dominance Of A Disciplined Mother

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The best feature of GTSFLIX was that I could shrink any member of my family for money. As a wealthy business woman, I loved this service. I was able to get everyone in my family to do whatever I wanted with this method. I didn't even need to belittle it, even my threatening is enough. After my divorce with my husband, the court awarded custody of my child to me. Because I am a disciplined woman, I had to raise my son like this. My son, on the other hand, hated his disciplined lifestyle, so he was furious with the court's decision. I was assigning various responsibilities to him during the day. His most important responsibility was to study and to be successful in school. He was a high school senior. He had just turned 18. I warned him about this at the beginning of the term.

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"Listen to me Chris, if you fail at the end of the semester and fail in your classes, I'll make you as small as a mouse and you'll be a slave to my feet all summer. Study every day and be successful, or I'll know how to discipline you."

This was clearly a threat. But all he wanted was to have a successful, career-filled life like his mother. Otherwise, I was not a sadistic person, everything was for the sake of my son. It's been 10 months since this conversation and Chris' school is on vacation. I personally went to the school to get his report card. Learning the bitter truth from my son's teacher made me very angry and sad. In the car, my son tried to communicate with me, but I never gave him a face. I didn't even turn my head to look at him. When we got home, my son didn't seem worried at all. He didn't believe I could make his life a dungeon even if he shrunk. His disciplined formation was quite comfortable as he thought I couldn't put my motherly love ahead of him. I went into the company's phone app and purchased a shrink pack. Then I turned on the camera and chose my son's shrinkage and it shrunk in seconds. When he saw that he had shrunk to the size of a hamster, he burst into laughter and began to laugh. He was naked on the floor, laughing ecstatically, as his clothes didn't shrink with his. I was wearing red high-heeled shoes. I started tapping my foot hard on the ground while I was laughing on the floor. For his tiny body, it was like a devastating earthquake. He couldn't even stand up and fell to the ground. He still didn't seem to understand how serious I was. This was one of his biggest mistakes.

"You will be a slave to my feet during the summer vacation. Now take a cloth and polish my heels, slave!"

The second biggest mistake my son made was disobeying. What I told him was very clear. He had to grab a rag and start polishing my heels. But he just continued to stand. He didn't seem to be afraid of me or afraid of what I might do. I wanted to do this the easy way, but my son was pushing me. So I decided to go the hard way. I lifted my heels into the air and started to slowly crush my son. It was like a piece of shit under my feet. His soft body could not resist against him hard heels. It wasn't very effective though, as he knew if I would crush him or kill him. This time I picked it up from the ground. I started to hold it in my palms. Then I asked him if he would obey. He looked at me and shook his head negatively. It was like he was saying to hell with you. This time I looked at my son with a more serious face. Then, using my sharp nails like a kind of knife, I started making cuts on my son's back. It wasn't random cuts, I was scratching my nails and writing "slave" on my son's back.

He was begging me to stop, writhing in pain. He understood that I was serious. He understood that I was ready to torture him to death in order to discipline him. After I finished writing, I threw my son on the ground at my feet. It fell to the floor like a small piece of garbage, I pointed at my shoes with my index finger and then put my arms next to the chair. My son continued to lie on the floor in pain. I started tapping my foot on the ground without removing the pointed heel part from the ground. After a few seconds he slowly straightened up with all his strength and stood on all fours like a puppy. He took a cloth and started wiping my heels. Meanwhile, my son's blood was dripping on the floor. Likewise, my son's blood was dripping from my nails. Blood wasn't the only thing dripping onto the floor. My son's penis had an erection and had hardened to orgasm. My son's milk was dripping from his penis. The fact that she was cleaning my shoes, in her eyes I was now a Mistress. I managed to dominate my son. I was doing this for his own good. During the summer vacation, by serving my feet, serving him mistress mother, he would learn to be disciplined and him university life would be more successful.

However, the fact that my son had cum confused me. Was he enjoying my bullying? Do you have that kind of fetish? At that moment I thought it might be a foot fetish, but I still had the shoes on when it cum. Maybe being a slave made him happy sexually. My only goal was to give him responsibility, but at that moment I thought that my son might not have been doing his studies on purpose to get smaller. At that moment I thought it was very wrong. But now that I had shrunk it, this plan had succeeded if he had thought of it. I knew I wouldn't be able to find out without asking him. So I had to ask him. But it was a little embarrassing to ask my own son about such a thing. That's why I thought it would be more appropriate to try to understand this by measuring the reactions he will give. In accordance with this thought, I pulled my shoes back in front of my son and bent down, took some of my son's milk that was spilled on the floor with my index finger and started to lick it. My son's penis went down because he had an orgasm, this move made my son's penis hard again. I knew in that moment that I was thinking right. I didn't know what to do or how to proceed now. I was deep in thought. My son, on the other hand, had crawled to the place where my shoes were while I was thinking. He kissed my heels and continued to clean my shoes even though I asked him to. What do you think I should do now? Help me in the comments!

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