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Chapter
4
Kim walked into my bedroom,
put down her case and sat down in my armchair. She stared at the
pulsing penis that strained against the silky fabric and she began
to unbutton her blouse. There was no question as to who was in command.
I stood before her staring at the curve of her firm thighs as she
crossed her legs. And I began to play with myself.
"TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY!"
she snapped.
"But..."
"NOW!"
I was stunned and confused.
I hesitated, then somehow managed to move my hands to my sides.
"A boy jerking off in front of his own Auntie. Really, you should
be ashamed of yourself! And just look at the pre-come stain on your
pretty panties." As I looked down she quickly she got up, pulled
a leather strap out of her suitcase, firmly pulled my wrists behind
me and fastened them securely. I felt so helpless. I could see her
triumphant smile.
Partly out of fear,
and partly out of desire, I slipped right into character. "But please,
Auntie, I couldn't help myself! It just happened! I tried to fight
it as long as I could, but it wasn't any use!"
She turned me to face
her, smiled and spoke gently to me. "What you're trying to say is
that you couldn't control yourself. That's what you're trying to
say, isn't it?"
Was she trying to increase
my humiliation by just pretending to be caring and nurturing? "Yes,
Auntie." Tears of agony began to run down my cheeks. My cock desperately
needed relief and now I didn't know how or if she would take care
of my need. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, which she carefully
folded and placed on a table next to the chair. In frustration my
hardness began to wilt.
She sat me down in my
chair and leaned over me, stroking my pretty pink panties just a
little. With her other hand she pulled my head closer to rest in
her soft, tender breasts in their sleek lacy bra cups.
"My poor little boy,
I know why you were so bad. It's because you haven't had Auntie
here to guide you, to control you, to take you in her arms and make
you behave. Isn't that right?"
I twisted in panic as
the tears spilled down my cheeks and splashed on her breasts. My
cock was quivering with life once more. Auntie's words were sweet
and soothing but they couldn't erase my mounting fear and humiliation.
Yes, I was definitely getting hard again! There was no denying the
thickness and throbbing heat in my stiffening cock.
Kim said, "Auntie is
going to control you and guide you and protect you. That's what
you really want, isn't it, darling? Tell the truth to Auntie, now."
I just couldn't speak,
My voice was lost in fear and embarrassment at my state of arousal.
The only noise I could make was a groan of humiliation.
"That's all right, darling.
Your penis is telling me just what I needed to find out." She thought
for a moment. "I know," she brightened. "You're probably just embarrassed
because of your love of pretty feminine underthings and because
of your overpowering need to serve a woman and because Auntie knows
all about your little secret. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Auntie."
"Well, then. Obviously,
what you need is a long course in feminine appreciation. And, when
you understand that, in the natural order of things the only legitimate
purpose in life for any male is to serve the female, and when you
become accustomed to wearing intimate feminine apparel all the time,
then you'll become comfortable with it. You won't have all this
frustration. Doesn't that sound just wonderful?" She continued to
pet my penis lightly.
I still had a powerful
urge to make love with her, but also I was aroused because she had
taken complete control of me. Also, she had really turned me on
by putting me her feminine frills. "Oh, yes, Auntie. Thank you Auntie."
"That's a good little
boy. I'm going to untie your hands now. But you will obey my instructions
without question. And you will never play with your penis unless
I give you specific permission. Auntie will decide. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Auntie. You are
so good to me Auntie," I said with an honesty that surprised even
me.
"Of course I am, darling.
Another thing. I think it will help in your feminine appreciation
lessons if we give you a new name. I think Tina has a nice sound
to it. And I don't know that you should call me Auntie anymore.
I think Mistress would be more appropriate, Mistress Kimberly if
you like."
"Yes, Auntie, I mean
Mistress. But... but what about my painting lessons?" She finished
freeing my wrists.
"Yes, I promised Linda
I would instruct you how to paint properly. But before we get to
that we need to continue today's feminine appreciation workshop.
You may take off my skirt."
I undid the buttons
at the back of her tiny waist and carefully slid her skirt down
her long stockinged legs to her ankles. She stepped out and sat
back down in my armchair. She was breathtaking. A vision of loveliness.
Those pretty breasts framed in her delicate bra, matching light
blue briefs (they too were the same style as my pink ones) and garter
belt, taught sheer nylons and those arousing 3" heels.
"Kneel down and take
off my sandals, Tina."
I dropped to my knees
obediently as I thrilled to the sound of my new name. "Yes, Mistress.
Mistress, you are so beautiful!"
"Of course, I am darling.
I am female," she said in the most level, matter-of-fact tone.
"Mm... may I please
lick your pretty pussy, Mistress?"
She gave a little cry
of delight. "Of course, darling. Did you know that pussy worship
and the training of your tongue may be the most important part of
what I'm going to teach you? And certainly you will be spending
a lot of time at it. But from now on, first you will ask permission
to kiss Mistress' pretty panties, then you will ask for permission
to remove them and then you must fold them neatly. You must always
treat Mistress' delicate things with great care."
"Yes. Mistress." It
was an uncontrollable urge as powerful as creation itself that drew
me to her. Before, I would have kissed her pussy as a way to get
her excited so she'd make love to me. Now I wanted to kiss her pussy
simply because I wanted to! Slowly I kissed the warm nylon where
it disappeared between her soft thighs and then, as she raised her
hips slightly, I removed the filmy panties from Kim's beautiful
body, carefully folded them and placed them on the carpet. On impulse
I gave each of her feet a light massage. Then, through her stockings
I kissed and suckled on each of her toes.
"Very nice, Tina. You
seem to have quite a talented mouth for a beginner. Let's see where
else you can use it."
I took her cue and began
to kiss and lick my way up her legs, worshiping the feel of the
smooth nylon and her warm flesh beneath my tongue. As I neared the
tops of her stockings she spread her legs wider to reveal herself.
I moved quickly to her inviting pussy, kissing, lapping and sucking
eagerly, and savoring her juices.
Wonder and joy, agony
and frustration; I was feeling everything at once. My raging cock
swelled and ached with desire. And yet somehow I knew, instinctively,
that this was the way it was meant to be, that I belonged on my
knees in front of my beautiful Mistress, dressed in my pretty pink
panties and bra, with my tongue buried in Mistress' wonderful pussy.
As she writhed and moaned,
Mistress' warm thighs tightly clenched my ears. I was enveloped
in femininity. Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward,
my tongue thrust deeper into her. "Don't stop, sweetness, don't
stop." Was she yelling or was she gasping? I couldn't tell; all
I knew was that as I lunged forward into her pussy I was spinning
into a whirlpool of pleasure. My head spun and my cock throbbed
and ached as I pictured myself in my feminine underthings, with
my head buried between her luscious legs. Shaking uncontrollably
and screaming -- yes, now I heard it -- she came again and again,
almost crushing me with her soft but insistent thighs.
And then she pushed
me back. I lay on the floor, confused and dazed. My pulsing cock
threatened to burst from my silky panties. I just had to relieve
myself. But no... I didn't dare. She was looking at me. Perhaps
she was just waiting for the chance to punish me.
I felt in anguish. Was
I having a nightmare? She was so lovely, so beautiful. I knew it
was my place to serve her always. If only she would allow me relief.
Somehow I doubted she would. I was confused and bewildered. She
knew what was best for me. That is why she had me on her training
program. Wasn't it?
Gradually, our heavy
breathing subsided and Mistress Kimberly stood up. My stiff rod
began to wither a little -- so painfully -- and as I got to my knees
she was slipping into her sandals.
"Come on darling, let's
get something cool and sweet to drink," she said. And I followed
her: her bra, her garter belt, her stockings, her high heels and
her entire gorgeous body into the kitchen.
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