Helena's POV
Days had melted into a nightmare of submission. I, Helena, who was once a proud mother, was now reduced to nothing more than my 28 year old son's reclaimed womb. The guilt Nathan forced upon me had become my only truth.
I crawled across the living room floor wearing only the black leather collar that read “Nathan’s Reclaimed Womb” in silver letters. My knees ached, my heavy breasts swayed beneath me, and my p***y throbbed with constant emptiness. “My Owner…” I whispered as I reached him.
Nathan sat on the couch with his phone ready to record. “Confession time, Mother. Detail your guilt while I f**k you.”
He pulled me onto all fours facing the old family photos on the wall. I stared at pictures of us together when he was little as he mounted me from behind in rough doggy-st
