0 comments/ 57825 views/ 3 favorites Stories of Women in Control Ch. 01 By: Frotter "Stories of Women in Control" is based on Journal entries about some of my formative sexual experiences. These are, with some poetic license, true stories that focus on my kinkier experiences, rather than on more conventional sexual relations. One day I phoned Mary Ellen, whom I hadn't seen in years, and found the number to be disconnected. When I was unable to locate her I decided to put these stories on the net. Although they begin with my experiences with Mary Ellen I intend to continue the series to bring it up to my current sexual life. Since Mary Ellen "forced" me into exhibitionism, and was herself very much a voyeur it seemed appropriate to honor her memory by "exposing" my sexual history the eyes of the thousands of people who read these stories. Please feel free to write. I promise to try and respond. * The best place to start this story is at the beginning. It was those first experiences, mostly with older women, that formed my sexual development... It was the summer of 1974 and I was wary from bad luck I'd experienced hitch-hiking around the country. I called my dad, despite our stormy relationship this was a relatively normal adolescent thing to do, that is go out to assert one's independence, but call home when things go bad. When I told him where I was he suggested I take a bus to visit a friend of his who would let me stay there for a few days to rest, and who could then put me on a bus or drive me to an airport so I could return home. I told him that sounded good and he called his friend and set it up. I took the bus to a small bus station in Youngstown, Ohio and phoned my fathers friend Helen to tell her I had arrived. About twenty minutes later a white, beat-up ford, pulled up. I recognized Helen instantly even though I hadn't seen her in almost a decade, but in the car with her was someone I did not recognize. Helen introduced me to her daughter, Mary Ellen, who, she explained to me, lived with her. Helen was a petite, very proper women, in her sixties and attired in a conservative dress. Mary Ellen dressed casually, wearing cut off jeans and a T-shirt. They drove me to their home. We entered and I left my sleeping bag and back pack in the entry area near the front door. As we ate dinner Helen explained the situation "We don't have a guest room, but you can stay on the couch in the living room, I'll get you a pillow, blanket and clean sheets." "Don't bother, I prefer to use my sleeping bag, I've grown accustomed to it's weight and might find it difficult to sleep without the way it feels" I replied. "Well, it's been very hot here at night lately," Mary Ellen commented "if your going to use a sleeping bag you might want to stay on the back porch, the lawn chairs aren't as comfortable as the couch, but the temperature will probably be more pleasant." "Thanks. I don't want to be any trouble, whatever is easier." I replied. "It really doesn't make a difference, I'll get you a pillow and you can decide when you go to sleep" Helen said, concluding the conversation. After finishing dinner the three of us retired to the living room to watch TV. After the ten o'clock news Helen announced she had to go to bed to be up for work in the morning. She went upstairs and came down with a pillow, sheets and a blanket, "In case you change your mind. If you decide to sleep on the porch it's just outside the kitchen door where we ate. It's screened, so mosquitoes won't bother you. Goodnight." she concluded before going up stairs. After her mom went upstairs Mary Ellen started talking to me. There had been a little conversation over dinner about my traveling, but it was strained because Helen, my fathers friend, was a conservative women, who, like my father, disapproved of hitch hiking and the hippie life style I had adopted. But Mary Ellen was genuinely interested. She asked how long I'd been on the road, where I'd been, how old I was, and if I had a girlfriend. I was at least 25 years younger than Mary Ellen, who said she was 44. She was a little overweight, but nothing one would call fat, average attractive, with ample breast, blond hair, and about 5' 7" tall, just about an inch taller than me. After talking for awhile she turned the TV off and we went to the back porch. The temperature was cooler, but not too cool to be outside. I set up my sleeping bag on a lawn chair, Mary Ellen, who had taken the blanket her mother had brought down in case I decided to sleep on the couch, was lying on the other lawn chair next to me, and we were talking. She was asking about my travels and discussing politics. As I slipped into my sleeping bag she asked if I slept in my cloths. I usually did not, but had been too shy to undress in front of her, so when she said this I took it as permission and said "no" and stripped down to my underwear. She continued talking and I don't remember what she was saying, but pretty soon she had reached over and put her hand under my sleeping bag on top of my underwear, resting it on the outline of my cock, gently squeezing my cock through my underwear. As I got hard she slipped her finger under the elastic band of my underwear and started touching the head of my cock, then squeezing, and finally rubbing her hand up and down the shaft, jerking it off, very slowly. Eventually I slipped out of my underwear. Mary Ellen continued to handle my cock. She squeezed and stroked my cock with her hand causing the pre-cum to leak from my dick hole, and then she used her finger tips to spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock. I felt the cum rising as pre-cum dribbled from my cock, it was beginning to build, and I think she could tell I was getting ready to cum. She stopped her stroking, but kept her hand on my cock, with her arm over stomach, which kept me from being able to get up and reach over to her lawn chair and feel her. At first she had allowed me to feel her breast through her t-shirt, but then she moved to make it difficult to reach, and eventually she brushed my hand away and said "no." It was clear she didn't want to be touched. Still, I could not believe what was happening. All I had been expecting was a place to stay for a few days so I could relax before getting on a bus to return home, and here was this hot, attractive, mature women lying next to me with her hand on my cock. "Do you like this?" she asked. "Yes." was all I could manage. My cock was beginning to get soft when she tightened her grip and started to rub and squeeze it to hardness, running her fingers over the sensitive head of my cock before again wrapping her hand around the shaft of my cock and pleasuring me with slow firm strokes, up and down, letting some cum dribble out, and then using the tips of her fingers to spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, bringing me to a point where I could feel the cum building up inside, then she would stop, let the excitement calm a bit, and after a couple minutes wrap her hand again around the shaft of my cock and again start stroking, then slowing down, letting the pre-cum dribble, but continuing to stroke, slower and slower, so I wouldn't cum, and then quickening her firm strokes of my cock and bringing me again to the verge of cumming, before slowing down again. I was tingling all over, in a state of delightful shock at was transpiring, high as a kite off the euphoria that enveloped me as she handled my cock. Although I'd had a few experiences with girls, I was still a virgin. I'd never fucked a woman or had a blow job, and I had certainly never experienced a hand job like this before! Her hand was wrapped firmly around my cock, jerking it in slow, confident strokes, stopping or slowing down to make the tease better, using her fingers to spread the pre-cum over my cock, using the thin pre-cum as lubricant, but always jerking slowly, and stopping every so often, so I wouldn't cum before she wanted. I needed to cum so bad I almost couldn't take the tease of Mary Ellen stroking and bringing me to the verge of orgasm, but this time she let the pre-cum build up, not bothering to use her fingers to spread it, letting it slowly trickle from the tip of my cock onto shaft and her hand, before she leaned over and used her tongue to lick the cum off the head of my cock. "Ooohhh" I signed, as she gave a laugh and proceeded to suck my cock. She started to suck my cock half way, then she swallowed the whole thing and began moving her mouth up and down. Then she took her mouth off and started licking the sides and squeezing my cock with her hand. She'd stroke the shaft of my cock, then as the cum started to dribble out of the tip she'd take the head of my cock into her mouth and use her tongue to lick the cum away, and it was cum by now, not pre cum, but she was controlling the tempo of her hand on my shaft and being careful, so instead of letting my cock spurt out cum like it wanted to the cum was dripping from my cock, a bit more coming out with each lick or stroke. That's when she got serious. She swallowed my cock, using her mouth to grip it, moving her head up and down as I lied there moaning. She was really good at it. Then she started to suck me. After about a minute of this I was ready to cum, but she squeezed the base of my cock to stop the cum from shooting out and let me calm down again, before she started jerking it again, this time her hand moved less firmly, as her fingers barely brushed my cock, moving quickly up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes the cum began dribbling from my cock, coating the head of my cock. Again she leaned over and let her tongue dart out of her mouth and lick the cum up. She stopped for about a minute, then started jerking it with slow firm strokes, looking down at my cock and watching the cum dribble out. Then she started sucking on just the head while she used her hand to jerk off the shaft of my cock, but when I told her to slow down or I would cum she swallowed my whole cock and sucked even harder, using her hand too gently squeeze my balls. The cum that had been building up shot out of the head of my cock, into her mouth which had completely engulfed my cock, as each spurt of cum shot from my cock she sucked it in and swallowed, I spurted at least four times, as she gently squeezed my balls and used her mouth to suck, eventually lifting her head so just the head of my cock was in her mouth, and using her hand to pump my cock so every last bit of cum poured out, as she sucked it dry like it was a straw, then lifted her and looked into my eyes, a bit of cum coating her lips, as she looked at me and said "Are you spent?" "Yes" I replied ... Stories of Women in Control Ch. 02 We were both still sleeping on the screened porch in the backyard when I awoke the next day to hear her mom in the kitchen. The kitchen had a back door that led directly to that porch, and that door was open. Her mom was having breakfast and told us she was leaving for the day. My cock was hard thinking about the night before, but I still couldn't believe it when Mary Ellen's hand slid under my the sleeping bag and started to caress my cock. "No," I whispered, as I pushed her hand away. I was terrified her mom would catch us. I was inexperienced and had no idea about the things I had yet to learn: things that Mary Ellen would be the first to teach me, things that would forever alter and pervert my sexual desires. When her mom left, Mary Ellen went to take a bath, and I took my shower. These were taken separately, and we wound up back in the kitchen eating toast and talking. "Come into the basement, I want to show you something," she said. So I followed her downstairs and she started taking out different things to show me. There were photos of her husband (who had died) and pictures of old friends. She found beads and gave them to me — it was the seventies, I was a hippie, and love beads were in. Then she opened a small chest and took out a see-through teddy, which she held up. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Yes," I said, and looked at her, my mouth going dry as the thought of her in it turned me on. "Will you put it on?" I asked, thinking that she was going to let me fuck her. "Why don't you put it on?" she suggested, but I declined, and we soon went back upstairs. I still didn't understood what was going on. I had enjoyed last night's blow job and was looking forward to doing more with her, but I didn't know where this was going because I had no experience and therefore couldn't read the signals she was sending. We returned upstairs to the kitchen. "Wait here, I have some reefer," she said, using a phrase that was decades behind the times. She went to get it, and came back and rolled a joint. "I don't want to smell up the house, let's go outside," she said, so we stepped onto the enclosed porch where we had spent the night. She sat on a metal lawn chair, and I walked over and stood by her, smoking the joint. We were just hanging out, smoking and talking. But I was excited because she'd made me start thinking of sex in the basement, and being back on the porch reminded me of what happened the night before. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I was standing near her, wearing jeans. She reached over and massaged the outline of my cock with her hand. She slipped the button on my jeans open and unzipped them, squeezing my cock through the underwear. I started to feel her breast. But she distracted my attention from that by saying "Let me see what you got" and having me remove my pants and underwear. She put her hand on my cock. She gently squeezed it, making it throb, and she kept on squeezing, increasing the pressure, making it hard. I looked down and licked my lips, staring in anticipation at the outline of her breast in her t-shirt and at her legs. She was wearing cut-off shorts that showed quiet a bit of her nice ass. I again tried to feel her tits through her t-shirt, but she pushed my hands away, continuing to play with my cock, while saying, "No, I don't want you to do anything to me, but you can do this" she said as she moved her hand slowly back and forth over my cock, jerking it off a bit before she stopped. I was confused. I thought masturbation was for when you were alone, I'd never thought of masturbating in front of a women. I didn't want to stroke myself, it was embarrassing. When she took her hand off and looked on, I didn't know how to respond. At first I just stood there, with my hard cock sticking out. I wanted sex. I was very horny. She knew this and used it to her advantage. "Go on, you can do it" she urged, as she looked on and sat in the chair. She crossed her legs, letting me view her ass, as she moved her hand up and down her leg simulating the stroking of a cock. "Here, lie on the floor," she said, encouraging me, as she indicated where I should lie. "I'll let you look at me, I'll show you something you'll like," she said, as she placed her hand on my arm and guided me in the direction of the floor. "Lie down and you can see my pussy," she smiled. She leaned back in the chair and spread her thighs. She didn't remove her shorts, she just unzipped them, and folded her pants open so I could see. She was not wearing underwear and had a nice bush of blond hair, she ran her fingers through her bush, spreading her legs and letting me look while repeating "Just lie on the floor." I did. "Go on, you can do it," she said, but I was still reluctant to jerk off in front of her. "Make yourself feel good, it's ok," she reassured me as she ran her fingers through her bush and made an open fist with her other hand that she moved up and down to encourage me. Her legs were spread, exposing her bush. I could see her fingers as she teasingly ran them through her pubic hair, touching her pussy, although she was not actually fingering herself. This was the first time I'd ever seen a women completely nude outside of pictures in magazines. My eyes drifted back and forth, from her beautiful bush to her legs and ass. She was in her forties, and her upper thighs and ass had cellulite. Though many consider it unattractive, this was my first sexual experience. And as a result, to this day I still get aroused when I see cellulite on a woman's ass and upper thighs. I could no longer resist. I began to stroke, using the motion of her open fist to guide my speed. Slowly at first like her open fist, but eventually faster as I lost control and looked into her eyes and right in her face as she watched me. Once I started jerking off she said very little, watching in silence, occasionally asking if it felt good, or giving me verbal assistance: "That's it, up and down." "Stroke it!" Mary Ellen ordered. "Up and down, up and down!" My whole body felt hot as I continued to jerk off for Mary Ellen. "Stroke it!" "Up and down, up and down! I felt the cum start to move up my cock. Mary Ellen somehow knew I was getting ready to cum. She understood what I needed, and encouraged me "Faster, "Faster," Snap. When I started to go faster, she said, "That's it, oh, baby, make it squirt for me. I want to see that hot cum." And the cum started pouring from my cock. Usually the cum stops after three or four spurts, but this time the second spurt produced almost as much cum as the first, and I had to continue jerking my at least five spurts. I stayed at their house for another two weeks, jerking off for her several times a day. I was younger then and could do it often and be hard again almost right away. She liked that and showed her appreciation by saying things to help me. She had me trained so that all she had to do was give me a look, and I'd take my place, lying on the floor and beginning to jerk off for her. Sometimes, I'd walk into the living room when she was sitting, and I'd take my cock out and start jerking off, standing in front of her. She would always stop reading or watching TV to look and help me. Sometimes she would assist me verbally, asking ask me detailed questions about what I had done, how often I masturbated, and things like that. Sometimes she'd encourage me by using her hands to stroke her arms or legs, or use other body language, like her tongue, an open fist, or sucking on fingers to tease me and turn me on. Sometimes she'd talk me through it. Occasionally, she would even touch me and sometimes she'd let me feel her, or show me her breast or pussy while I stroked my cock. Sometimes she'd talk dirty, but other times she'd sit silently, teasing me by exposing her pussy or leaning forward so I could see her breast from the top of her blouse. She was over two and a half decades older then I was and had executed a plan and followed through with it: she had reduced me to a pathetic boy who followed her around and jerked off at her will. She never explained what we were doing. Never used words like "domination" or "submission." It would be over ten years before I began to understand the power games she used to manipulate me into humiliating myself by masturbating for her entertainment. And more years would pass before I understood that there was little consent involved, that she had essentially me "forced" me to submit to her kinky desires by teasing me and using my desire for sex to gain power. Even years after later I failed to recognize that it for what it was. I was naive, I thought it just happened. It wasn't until I spoke to a woman I met on the Internet who liked to watch and supervise male masturbators that I understood. When I shared the story with her as I jerked off, after hearing it she explained, and only then did I understand. "She masturbated too" explained Ruth. "No, she didn't" I insisted. "I'll bet she went to the bathroom afterwards" she replied, and I remembered that most of the time, after I finished she'd make an excuse to go off for ten or so minutes saying she was going to the bathroom, or to get reefer, get something from her room. "But that makes no sense," I said, "because half the time she was sitting there with her pussy exposed, so if she wanted to masturbate, she would have done it right there." "No," Ruth explained, "if she let you see that, she'd lose the power to control you. She took advantage of you. The age difference was too far apart It was sexual abuse: she knew she could arouse you to a point where you'd have no choice but to masturbate, and she made you do it even though she knew that at first you didn't want to. She was a voyeur and made you submit to her to fulfill that need. She was your first mistress," Ruth explained, and finally, almost two decades later, I understood what had happened. Stories of Women in Control Ch. 03 After that summer, I had some experiences with anonymous women on the subways. One time, when I was taking the train to Manhattan I was sitting woman across from an older woman wearing a short pink skirt. She looked at me, licked her lips, and spread her thighs. She kept doing this, giving me peeks at her panties. My cock was getting hard, and I began licking my lips to show my appreciation. I was nervous because we were on a train, but we weren't surrounded by people, so I touched my cock through my pants. Every once in a while I squeezed it. But I was too nervous about getting caught to rub it on the train. I kept looking at her tongue licking her lips, and her legs and panties. She had small breast, and I kept thinking how much I wanted to suck her nipples. There were a few people around, but I was still shocked when she stood up and started rubbing her cunt against the pole in the train. I couldn't even wait to go home to jerk off. When I stepped off the train I awaited for the people who had gotten off the train to leave the station. Then I jerked off, right there in the deserted subway station. Another time I was on a crowded train during rush hour. This woman who I was standing behind kept "bumping" against me. I started getting hard, but I was afraid because I was young and naïve. I thought her bumping was accidental and that she'd make a scene if she felt my hard cock rub against her. She was dressed in a conservative blue dress, down to below her knees. She had brown hair. She had a large ass, not a model body, a regular woman, I'd guess her age was in her late thirties. She saw me no doubt as a young boy who she could tease with her ass. And she did. The next time she bumped her ass against my cock I mumbled, "Sorry." She replied, saying something like "no problem," and smiled. The way she looked at me was hot. I realized she was doing it on purpose so I began bumping her back, rolling into her with the motion of the train. It felt so good to slowly push my hard cock against her big ass. Then the train stopped at a station where a lot of people got off. Seats opened up. She bent down to get a small bag that was between her legs. As she bent she pushed her ass solidly against my pants, I could feel her big ass press solidly against my cock, and I'm sure she felt my hard cock pressed against her ass. She kept her ass there for what seemed like eternity in heaven though it was probably less then a minute. She then picked up the bag, got a seat and took out some knitting needles and yarn along with something she was knitting. She continued to knit as I gazed at her, my head swimming in fantasy about what I wanted to do, my cock throbbing, as frustration at the failure to cum built up inside me. I eventually got to my stop and walked home, although more then twenty minutes had passed since her hot ass had pressed against my hard cock, my cock was still hard as a rock. As soon a my cock was out of my underwear, as soon as my finger touched the head of my cock, before I could even stroke, cum poured out of it. Within ten minutes I was hard again. all night long I got hard and stroked off, thinking of her. Realizing that even though she was no long present she had the power to make me stroke my cock. These two incidents led me to go on trains in search of women to rub against, or sit across from and rub my cock through my pants while they watched. I would seek out women who were into it. If I found I woman I thought might be interested I'd casually drop my hand to my crotch and quickly brush over it, as if by accident to test the reaction. I could tell if they were into it because those who were would encourage me, like wrapping their hand around the pole and stroking it up and down, stroking their leg with their hand, licking their lips, etc. Once I was certain they were going along I'd discretely drop my hand to my lap and squeeze and stroke my cock, but because of the public setting I could rarely be blatant. The idea that it was our little secret, that I didn't want others to know what was going on only added to the excitement. It was very rare for me to cum on the subway because of the need to be discrete. If people entering the train sat too close I'd have to stop or be very discrete. After these incidents I'd go home and jerk off using my hand to squeeze my cock. There was never any conversation during these encounters, although one time I was seated next to an older woman who used her cross word puzzle to encourage me, tapping her pencil under various words such as "good," "excitement" followed by "builds" and then "need" followed by "release." She could tell I was getting excited and at that point she pointed to the word "together," and she put her thumb in her mouth and sucked it, I began squeezing and rubbing my cock through my pants. That time I came. I guess she could tell because I saw a slight smile out, and she used her pencil to tap the word "relief," and then went back to doing the cross word like nothing ever happened! One time I returning home from work when I saw a women in the station who gave the signs she into it. I let my hand fall briefly to my pants area over my cock to see her reaction. She took the initiative. "Hi, where you going? "Home how about you?" I replied "I'm just" she began, and before completing the thought she stared directly at my crotch, "hanging out" she replied, as her eyes remained fixed directly on my crotch area. We made small talk till the train arrived. I stayed there as the train pulled out, then I looked at her, as it left the station, saying "do you mind if I hang out with you?" she smiled and looked at my crotch and nodded as she began running her hand up and down the supporting beam in the deserted subway station...