When Mom Shares My Toys
by Mizz Geena | Dec 31, 2025 |
I need to admit something. Even I was not fully prepared for this one.
My mother decided to take scrappy out to visit three of her close friends. All women around her age. All adults. All very aware of exactly what kind of house I run and what it means when one of my boys is offered up for service. I knew she planned to show him off a little. I assumed that meant flirting, teasing, maybe letting him fetch drinks or kneel politely at their feet.
What I did not imagine was that she would let him service all four of them.
I am not exactly frustrated. I told my mother very clearly that while she is here, scrappy is hers to enjoy as she pleases. I meant it. It is good for his training, making sure he knows his role as my property, to be used, shared, and even sometimes abused.
Still, I will admit there was a moment where I had to pause and recalibrate. Not because she crossed a line, but because I underestimated her social circle. Apparently, she keeps excellent company.
When scrappy returned, he was quiet in that specific way boys get when they have been thoroughly used, appreciated, and left a little overwhelmed by it all. I could see it on him immediately. Whatever happened, it was intense, coordinated, and unforgettable. I also noticed the marks from a caning on his backside – a new development from when he left this morning.
I asked him to write about the experience. Not for me, but for the forum. I wanted to hear it in his own words, framed by his perspective, his emotions, and his submission. He did not hesitate. He sat down and wrote a letter that was honest, reverent, and very revealing about what it felt like to be offered, shared, and taken full advantage of by a group of confident women.
We are publishing that letter right now.
I suppose this is one of those moments where I am reminded that control does not always mean containment. Sometimes it means allowing something unexpected to unfold and observing how beautifully a boy rises, or falls, into the role he has been given.
My mother certainly enjoyed herself.
Her friends clearly did too.
And scrappy?
Well, he is still smiling in that soft, stunned way that tells me he learned something important about himself.
Numbers of things here resonate for me and my lot:
1 – family participation. Wonderful! Here the discussion has been about children, college age and beyond, although I may broaden it to Moms (mine is gone). Been discussing for years and not moved forward; I guess largely because the youngest are not out of the house until 2027.
2 – variety is MOST DEFINITELY a spice of life.
3 – With boys, the sooner they’re made to “swim in the deep end” the better, at least for Dommes who are experienced and properly attentive.
4 – My experience has consistently been that women – once they come to grips with the reality that sex, used for and in itself, is the ultimate adult recreation, and are totally assured that all the toys are clean, shed inhibitions quickly and enjoy themselves. Practiced often, we become more complete women. Being a “slut” is basic nature.
5 – “Control does not always mean containment.” Hmmm. I’ve written here about helping a friend at our club get elected to the Board, hosting her (and another from the Club) at my home (served by krissi), and that this led to krissi becoming a CFNM caddy for the Ladies’ 9 hole golfing group on Thursday mornings (6 of the 9 holes on the back nine are out-of-sight of the clubhouse, largely green-to-tee). Well, in October in what we betted would be the last outing of the year suitable for a naked caddy, the new Board member – Harper – set things up so that every 9-holer got an opportunity to view (and handle, if she chose) krissi closely, including the beverage cart girl. (I should more fully describe this separately). I specifically instructed her that no snapshot could leave the premises, meaning none saved to mobile phones, nor transmitted via the cellnet (reception on the back nine is very poor, which helps). We talked about it at some length – about what was at stake, etc.
She planned for and then dispatched krissi on as jogging loop back thru the groups playing behind us to retrieve a club she (purposely) left a few holes back. She had her cellphone in a case with a ring and a tether looped thru the ring, which she placed around his neck. She told him to run, to hurry up (and that he’d better “keep it up”), but to offer to pose with any lady who wanted a picture.
Her intention was to capture pictures where she could dispose of them later, after projecting them on a TV at the after-party.
Well, it’s been whispered, but I haven’t verified, that one or perhaps more of the ladies took pictures with their own phones. Further, one of these I’ve learned is best friends with the next door neighbor of a woman who leads a group at a local plant – the group with which krissi’s company just won a service support contract – a sizable one.
This has made my New Years a little more anxious than I’d have liked. So far, no harm …
oooohhh Mizz Geena – duckie would love to be in his place – servicing a group of experienced women who know exactly what they want – what a dream. lmk if i can ever be of assistance!