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Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 02

By: 0ra11yfix8ed



Miss Bridgeway led Carl out of the parlor and down the hall to the kitchen using his penis as a joy stick of sorts. "Did you enjoy your first session with Mrs. Swanson?"

Carl had just been masturbated by one of the founding Sisters of The Sisterhood a group of progressive women who advocated CFNM as a way of controlling the sexual urges of men, young men in particular. The year was 1971; Carl was the son of Dr. Roger Morton and his wife Sara Lee. He was a special convert to the CFNM movement because Dr. Morton was Mrs. Swanson's very first 'devotee' to the movement and Sara Lee Parker was the first young lady to be matched with a devotee. Carl was the first second generation devotee.

The kitchen was a large one as were all of the kitchens in the Victorian mansions on "Professors Row." Even so it had been remodeled over the years to suit the needs of Mrs. Swanson and the Sisters. The breakfast nook which had looked out on the large back porch on the south side of the house was now a "milking station" for the young men who were being trained to be devoted followers of the CFNM lifestyle. The bay window had been replaced with large glass pocket doors so that the kitchen could flow into the outdoors where the porch was now a comfortable entertainment area for the Sisters during the summer months. The doors themselves were mirrored on the inside so that the Sisters could watch activities inside without being observed themselves. 

Miss Bridgeway placed Carl's clothes on a center island and then led him to the clothes tree in a corner of the kitchen. "Do you recognize this Carl?"

"Yes ma'am; it's just like the one in the parlor."

"That's right, Carl. It is the easiest way for you to know that you are in a CFNM household. When you visit a CFNM home and your hostess invites you to 'make yourself comfortable' she is really telling you to strip, but that's so vulgar, isn't it? Besides it is so much nicer when a man submits willingly and cheerfully; don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"There is a proper way to arrange your clothes. Let's hang your clothes on the clothes tree the way you would if you were undressing; ok?"

"Yes ma'am."

"First, you would hang your jacket like this; on these 'shoulders, they're like a hanger. Next you would take off your shoes and socks and put them on the shelf under the seat. Then, you would take off your trousers and hang them neatly over this top bar; your tie goes on top of your trousers and your shirt should be draped loosely on top of the tie. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Lastly," Miss Bridgeway continued, "you will take off your underwear; folding it neatly with the shorts on top. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now that you are naked you are ready to present yourself. There are many things you need to learn about presenting yourself but primarily you should be open and unashamed. You should be proud of your genitals and happy to show them to the Sisters; never, ever cover yourself. Is that clear, Carl?" 

"Yes, ma'am."

"One more thing, Carl."

"Yes, ma'am."

"There will be times during the day or evening, when you are studying perhaps, that you will be distracted by thoughts of a sexual nature. If you are going to be successful in school you need to be able to concentrate. Your energies should be focused on gaining the knowledge you need to qualify for medical school; if you are thinking about sexual matters you can't concentrate! Isn't that true, Carl?"

"I suppose so, ma'am."

"When that happens, Carl, I want you to feel free to find me and ask me to help you. You can come down to the kitchen any time you feel too distracted to study. Never play with yourself! If Mrs. Swanson or I, or any of the Sisters observe you fondling yourself you will be punished with a spanking in front of the entire household. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am, I will try very hard to keep my hands from idly playing with my penis!"

"That's a good boy, Carl! You have pledged your self to The Sisterhood and your penis is ours now to enjoy but I think you will find that we can be very kind and caring mistresses. In exchange for the gift of your penis you will receive the training that is necessary to be successful professionally, socially and emotionally. That being said, Carl, it's not nice to be vulgar; never just pop in and say 'I want you to jack me off or give me a hand job'. That's so gross!" You should be obtuse; say 'I'm very uncomfortable will you help me? Or, 'I can't concentrate will you help me?' Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Carl's penis was indeed very stiff and it had been since he left the parlor. He was uncomfortable and was becoming more so. Miss Bridgeway knew that and was prolonging his agony on purpose. She crossed the room and sat down on the milking bench. "You may proceed."

Carl walked towards her with his arms at his side and his erect penis jutting out nicely and said, "Miss Bridgeway, I need your help, I'm very uncomfortable. Will you please help me?"

"I'd be pleased to help you, Carl! Your erection is so nice; but I can see how it might be distracting." She reached between his legs and fondled his genitals. "Oh my yes! Your balls feel like they could use some relief." With that she stood up and gestured towards the "milking bench", "This is our milking bench, Carl. Once a week we will give you a special milking that includes massaging your prostate; but not right now!" She pulled on his penis and led him to the center island. "When you come down for breakfast, by the way, breakfast is at 6:30 am sharp, you'll be naked of course, and you'll eat breakfast here at the center island. On this end there is a small pull out shelf where I can place a bowl to catch your semen if you should have a morning erection. You have those don't you, Carl?"

"Yes ma'am, almost every day."

"Not to worry, dear, I usually do each of you boys first thing in the morning just to get the day started right."

Carl gulped, "you'll do me in front of the others?"

"No need to be shy, Carl, as a CFNM devotee you will find yourself in the company of naked men most of the time so you'll get used to seeing other men being masturbated and you will be masturbated in front of them, always by women of course."

"Yes, ma'am"

Miss Bridgeway pulled out the shelf and placed a small bowl on it. "When you spurt this time Carl, I am going to aim you at this bowl and collect your semen. I'm not going to take as much time as Mrs. Swanson because you have to get back to your studies." She opened a drawer and took out a small tube of lotion and applied some to her hands. "This should feel nice." She said as she began to stroke Carl's throbbing cock rhythmically.

"You can steady yourself on the counter if you wish."

Carl leaned in and let out a low moan.

"That feels nice doesn't it, Carl?" Miss Bridgeway cooed.

"Oh, yes ma'am. It feels very nice."

"Better than doing it yourself, Carl?"

"Oh yes! Much better!"

"Tell me how it feels, Carl. Let me know how much you like it!"

"Your hand is so soft but so strong! It feels so good when you pull and squeeze." Carl's butt cheeks were clenching and his hips twitched.

"I can tell you are getting close, Carl. You can't help but be excited."

"Oh, yes!" Carl moaned.

"We don't allow vulgar language, Carl, except when you are sexually aroused. Now close your eyes and tell me how it feels."

Carl moaned softly. My cock feels like it will explode! Each time you pull it's like my nuts are going to be pulled out of my cock, I love it!

"Think of my hand as a very strong pussy, Carl. You are fucking your future wife's pussy, it's the only pussy you've ever wanted and you are the only one who can fuck it. She plays with penises all the time but you are the one who serves her pussy. You are her pussy slave, you love to kiss it, and you can suck on her tits and her pussy endlessly and never tire. She is fucking you, Carl. Her pussy is fucking you!"

"Oh, yes!!!" Yes! Fuck yes!

"Do it, Carl. Give me your cum! That's it! That's a good boy! What nice strong spurts! You're going to make one of the Sisters a very fine husband!" Miss Bridgeway kept up her encouraging patter as she squeezed the last few drops of semen from Carl's penis. "All done! Let me clean you up and then it's off to your room. 

Miss Bridgeway soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out and cleaned Carl's genitals gently. "Feel better?"

"Yes, ma'am, very much so, thank-you, ma'am." 

"You're welcome, Carl. It's a pleasure to be a part of your training! I mean that, Carl, your mother has done a marvelous job raising you to be a fine young man. You really will be a wonderful husband and father!" Miss Bridgeway applied lotion to his genitals as she spoke. She tugged on his penis as she said cheerily, "Time to go study!"

Carl went to pick up his clothing but Miss Bridgeway stopped him. "Get dressed Carl, you came downstairs dressed you'll return to your room dressed. I'll wait."

Carl dressed quickly and followed Miss Bridgeway up the back stairs and down the hall to his room. Miss Bridgeway looked into each room as they went and asked each of the occupants to come to Carl's room. 

Carl felt strangely awkward as the other boarders filed into his room; naked; Thomas Murphy, Scott Butler, and Lawrence Klein were all studying to be doctors. They were all at least a year ahead of him in their studies.

"Gentlemen, you have all met Carl but its official now, Carl made his decision to be a devotee of The Sisterhood to Mrs. Swanson this afternoon." The applause from the three young men startled Carl and he blushed knowing that they all knew what that meant. He felt strangely uncomfortable being the only one of the four that was clothed.

"Thank-you, gentlemen. I know that you will all be accepting of Carl and you will all be as helpful as you can but remember the only topic of discussion that is forbidden is anything to do with the Sisterhood. Besides that we expect you to help each other in every way possible. After all, we have a tradition to uphold, since Mrs. Swanson took over this rooming house no young man has failed to complete medical school and become a respected and successful member of the medical community. This past spring Omar Gonzalez became the twentieth young men to complete his training under Mrs. Swanson's guidance and Mrs. Swanson expects to help at least twenty more before she retires! You can get back to your studies now, except you Lawrence! It looks like little Larry is jealous!"

"Yes, ma'am." Larry blushed.

"Very well then, off you go! I'll join you in the kitchen in a moment." Miss Bridgeway smiled as she spoke. She really loved her job. No where else that she could think of would she be encouraged to play with so many penises and not be thought of as some kind of slut!

"Are you two all right?" She asked as she gently cupped their genitals.

"Yes, ma'am," Tom replied, "At least for now."

"Yes, ma'am." Scott added.

"You know where to find me." Miss Bridgeway stated coyly as she left the room.

"Congratulations, Carl." Tom said as he held out his hand.

"Yes, Carl, congratulations! If you're anything like the rest of us you will love submitting to the Sisterhood." Scott continued.

"You have no idea!" Tom concluded as they left his room.

Miss Bridgeway called to them from the end of the hall, "Don't forget gentlemen, supper is at 5:30 tonight, wear your dress clothes.

Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 03



As with most stories on this site this story contains elements of many of the categories in the index. Many readers have suggested that this series should be classified as BDSM because of its strong femdom story line. In deference to those comments the remaining installments will be in the BDSM section. The style of CFNM that is portrayed is but one take on that life style. If you have different opinions I would welcome a conversation on the topic. If you read the entire story please take the time to vote and express your opinion. The CFNM genre has seemed to stagnate recently and a lively give and take might help to revive interest!

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Mrs. Swanson's early history is explored.

"Susan, dear." Mrs. Swanson was waiting at the foot of the stairs. "I need a word with you."

"Yes, Mrs. Swanson?"

"I'd like you to dress for super tonight. I want the boys to practice presenting themselves for the tea on Saturday afternoon."

"That sounds like fun!"

"I'm sure it will be. Mr. Morton has never experienced a tea party so he needs to learn the proper etiquette."

"It will be my pleasure to help you, Mrs. Swanson!"

"Thank-you, Susan, I knew I could count on you. By the way, the tea is for the two young ladies that I'm interviewing for the part-time maids position. I hope you are available to help me pick the right one."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"I kind of thought you might say that." Mrs. Swanson smiled as she turned to return to the parlor. "I think little Larry might be getting impatient."

"I'll make the wait worth it!" Miss Bridgeway grinned.

One more thing, Susan,"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Did you start Carl's imagery re-enforcement?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good, Susan, it's of the utmost importance to keep their little male minds focused on a mythical female until they can be dedicated to one of the Sisters'"

"Very well ma'am."

Mrs. Swanson left Miss Bridgeway and returned to the parlor.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long, Lawrence." Miss Bridgeway greeted Larry as she entered the kitchen. "Is little Larry still distracting you?" She took hold of his penis and pulled gently. "I should say he is! What do you say we give him a little fresh air and exercise him on the porch?"

"That would be nice, Miss Bridgeway." Lawrence knew it was always best to be agreeable; the ladies of the Sisterhood knew how to get their way.

Miss Bridgeway took a fresh apron from the pile in the closet and taking Lawrence in hand led him out to the porch. On nice days she liked to masturbate the boys in the fresh air. Her favorite spot was by the railing near the end of the porch where Mrs. Swanson could watch if it pleased her.

As Miss Bridgeway donned the apron Lawrence took his spot against the railing. He knew the position well; buttocks resting on the railing and his feet spread wide he gave Miss Bridgeway maximum access to his throbbing penis.

"Tell me about your sweetheart, Lawrence." The Sisters believed that every young man should fantasize about a special woman when they were masturbated; conditioning them to dedicate themselves to one special woman while at the same time acknowledging their subservience to all women.

"She's tall, Miss Bridgeway, with long lovely legs. She has a narrow waist." Miss Bridgeway had moved an ottoman between Lawrence's legs and was stroking his chest, teasing his nipples. She watched his penis twitching as his heart rate increased.

"Go on, Lawrence." She cooed; taking his penis in the palm of her hand and squeezing gently as she pulled. With her other hand she formed a loose ring around the base of his penis and pulled gently all the way to its head where she tightened her grip causing it to pop out of her hand and bounce lewdly. Her free hand repeated the process alternating over and over stimulating him as if she were milking a cow's teat. "What about her ass, Lawrence, tell me about her ass!" Her voice was low, almost a whisper, urging him to reveal his secret fantasies to her.

"Her ass is round and firm with two dimples just above the cleft of her cheeks. It's the most beautiful, kissable ass I've ever seen." He was panting as she increased the pressure on his cock.

"Oh, Lawrence, you naughty boy; Do you kiss your sweetheart's ass?" Miss Bridgeway knew that Lawrence had a special fascination with the female derriere.

"If I'm good she lets me kiss her cheeks and lick between them."

"Oooo, Lawrence, That's so naughty!"

"You're going to make me cum, Miss Bridgeway, I'm going to spurt!"

"Spurt on my apron, Lawrence, nice strong spurts."

"Yes, yes, oh fuck, fuck yes." Lawrence shot spurt after spurt on Miss Bridgeway's apron.

Miss Bridgeway squeezed the last few drops of cum from little Larry and then left him leaning against the railing. She returned with a warm washcloth and as she washed Larry's now sated genitals she asked, "Are you all better now?"

"Oh yes," Lawrence sighed, "Thank-you, Miss Bridgeway."

"No, Lawrence, thank-you, really, it's my pleasure. Now off you go. See you at supper!"

Later that evening, at the appointed hour, the young men who lived at Mrs. Swanson's rooming house came down stairs dressed in suits and ties, hair combed and shoes shined. It was tradition that each evening they would have supper in the dining room. During those meals Mrs. Swanson would help them practice their social graces, especially conversation. They were expected to be able to converse on a wide variety of topics but to avoid controversial topics, especially religion. Normally they would be naked but on special occasions when being dressed would help in teaching a lesson Mrs. Swanson would ask them to dress for supper. This was one of those evenings.

As the eldest, Thomas Murphy led the entourage and knocked softly on the parlor door.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Swanson inquired, knowing full well it was "her boys".

"It's Thomas, Mrs. Swanson, and Scott, Lawrence and Carl. May we come in?"

"Of course, dear! Please come in." 

The young men entered the parlor and each in turn greeted Mrs.Swanson. They engaged in small talk about the events of the day until Miss Bridgeway called them to the table. Supper consisted of a light salad, soup and home made bread. Miss Bridgeway joined them at the table. The women sat at either end with the boys on the sides. There was lively conversation throughout the supper and the boys were disappointed when the meal drew to a close. 

"Thomas," Mrs. Swanson directed.

"Yes, ma'am?" He replied.

"Would you and Scott please clear the table?"

"Yes, ma'am." Thomas said as he quickly stood and gathered up some of the dishes. "Bring the serving dishes to the kitchen, Scott." As the eldest it fell upon him to take the lead when ever Mrs. Swanson asked them to help around the house.

"Lawrence?"

"Yes, Mrs. Swanson?"

"I believe it is your turn to help with the dishes tonight?"

"That's right ma'am."

"Please wait a few minutes to get started; I have something to tell you boys."

"Very well, ma'am."

When the table was cleared Mrs. Swanson began. "On Saturday afternoon I will be entertaining two young women for the position of part time housekeeper. As you older boys know, Miss Grzyziewicz our part time housekeeper last year and Omar Gonzalez were married this past summer. It was a shame to see them go but the position that Omar was offered at the U of M was just too good to pass up and Carol assures me that she will be spreading the CFNM doctrine as soon as they can find a suitable home. As is my custom I limit the choice of part time housekeeper to young ladies who are already familiar with the CFNM lifestyle and my rather conservative views on the subject so these ladies will not be shocked in the least by the way we conduct our affairs. I expect each of you to be courteous and respectful."

"No need to worry, Mrs. Swanson." Thomas assured her.

"Thank-you, Thomas." Mrs. Swanson continued, "I intend to demonstrate four of the techniques that I like to use when masturbating you boys. I will, of course, start with you, Thomas, in the parlor. You will come down dressed, of course."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I will introduce you to the young ladies and we will spend a few minutes getting to know them before I give you your cue."

"Yes, ma'am, when you ask me if I would like to make myself comfortable I'll ask the young ladies to excuse me and I'll disrobe at the clothes tree."

"That's right, Thomas. When you are naked you will rejoin us and continue conversing. We are going to forego your usual Saturday morning milking session so that you will have plenty of semen for the young ladies, I hope you won't be too uncomfortable."

"It will be a pleasure to wait for your guests, Mrs. Bridgeway!" Thomas actually looked forward to being introduced to the ever expanding circle of Sisters. Their fascination with male genitalia in general and providing men with sexual relief in particular made him happy to be a devotee.

"I'm sure the wait will be worth it, Thomas!" Mrs. Swanson smiled as she continued; she knew each of her boys loved the attention they received. "When we have concluded with Thomas Scott, it will be your turn. I want Miss Bridgeway to give you your regular milking because you will be demonstrating the morning 'quickie' that you boys so often need. I hope you will not be too disappointed, Scott."

"Not at all Mrs. Swanson."

"Thank-you, Scott." Mrs. Swanson almost purred. "Now as for you, Lawrence, you too can have your morning milking because we will be masturbating you on the porch!"

"Yes, ma'am"

"That leaves you, Carl. You too will not be milked in the morning. I'm saving you for the milking demonstration because it will be your first milking and I want it to be special for you."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank-you ma'am." Carl had never been milked and could only wonder at what might be more intense than the masturbatory sessions he had already experienced!

"Good!" Mrs. Swanson exclaimed, "Now, who would like to be first to demonstrate for Carl the proper way to present yourself to a Sister?"

"May I, Mrs. Swanson?" Thomas answered quickly, eager to return to his studies but also eager to receive a possible extra masturbation.

"Go ahead, Thomas."

When Thomas had removed all his clothes and they were neatly arranged according to Mrs. Swanson's instructions he walked over to Mrs. Swanson and said, "Thank-you, Mrs. Swanson for allowing me to show you just how much I enjoy your company."

Thomas's penis was standing tall. "That's sweet of you, Thomas! Please take a seat next to Miss Bridgeway.

"May I, Miss Bridgeway?"

"Please do, Thomas." She took his penis in her hand as he seated himself. "You have a nice strong erection this evening, Thomas!"

"It's the pleasure of the company of such lovely ladies, ma'am."

"Do tell, Thomas," Miss Bridgeway cooed as she stroked his rock hard member.

"I think you'll be needing this soon, Miss Bridgeway! Mrs. Swanson said as she handed an apron to her housekeeper.

"Thank-you, ma'am."

After donning the apron Miss Bridgeway seated herself on the edge of the settee and asked Thomas to take his position directly in front of her. With his feet on either side of hers his penis was about a foot from her face. Using her left hand she cupped his testicles as she used the reverse stroking method for stimulating his penis. "Squat down closer to my lap Thomas, you may steady yourself on my shoulders if you wish!"

"Oh, thank-you ma'am." Thomas was beginning to pant and his hips twitched involuntarily. After over six years of training an accomplished Sister could bring him off in mere minutes or she could tease him indefinitely, whatever pleased her.

"Do you want to spurt for me, Thomas?"

"Yes, ma'am, please let me spurt for you, I want to make nice strong spurts for you!"\

Miss Bridgeway liked it when the boys were excited. "Not just yet, Thomas, hold it for me just a little longer." She could feel his penis beginning to swell to its maximum potential, the head was turning an angry purple, in just a few seconds she would let him cum. He threw his head back and tightened his grip on her shoulders; his hips thrust his penis into her hand. She pulled on his testicles and whispered, "Now, Thomas, make your cock spurt cum for me, spurt your nice creamy cum on my fresh clean apron!"

Thomas thrust his hips violently at her grasping hand and cum spurted out of his cock just as she wanted; hitting the apron where it covered her breasts. Thomas let out a satisfied sigh and released his grip. "Thank-you, Miss Bridgeway, thank-you!"

"Your welcome, Thomas! Now let me clean you up!

When Miss Bridgeway returned from the kitchen with a pan of warm water and towels she cleaned Thomas's sticky genitals and dismissed him to return to his room. He quickly dressed himself and asked, "May I be excused, Mrs. Swanson?"

You're excused, Thomas, thank-you, Thomas."

"Thank-you, Mrs. Swanson!"

Each of the boys in turn practiced presenting themselves. When Lawrence had cum Mrs. Swanson reminded him to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. When it was Carl's turn Mrs. Swanson asked, "Do you understand, Carl?"

"I think I do Mrs. Swanson, even though I am naked I should behave as though it is perfectly natural."

"Which it is, Carl?" Mrs. Swanson interrupted.

"Yes, ma'am; and I should let the Sister take the lead."

"That's correct, Carl. In the end you will be masturbated if you are a good and patient boy. But we will do it at out pace and for our pleasure first and foremost."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Miss Bridgeway had put Carl through his paces and his genitals were washed Mrs. Swanson said, "One more thing, Carl, you boys will each be called downstairs to meet the prospective housekeepers one at a time by this little bell. When the boy before you returns to his quarters you should wait at the top of the stairs until you hear it summon you, is that clear?"

"Thank-you, Carl, now back to your studies."

Saturday morning came and Carl went down for breakfast. None of the boys would be masturbated during the meal this morning because of the tea party that Mrs. Swanson was holding for her prospective housekeepers.

Scott and Lawrence waited for the meal to end and their milking session to begin. Carl asked Miss Bridgeway if he could help her in any way so that he could perform his restitution duty. She was happy to have his help this morning because she needed to bake cookies for the tea so she sent Carl to gather the soiled bed linens. Milking the boys was an important weekly duty and she did enjoy it but this was an especially hectic Saturday! With Carl's help she completed her duties before lunch and everything was in place when the young Sister Initiates arrived.

Miss Bridgeway greeted them at the door, "Please come in, Mrs. Swanson is expecting you."

She knocked on the parlor door and waited for Mrs. Swanson to answer.

"What is it, Miss Bridgeway?"

"Your guests have arrived, Mrs. Swanson." Miss Bridgeway announced.

"Please show them in, Miss Bridgeway."

The young women entered the parlor and greeted Mrs. Swanson, "Good afternoon, ma'am."

"Good afternoon, ladies, I'm so happy to see you!"

"It's my pleasure to visit on such a fine afternoon, Mrs. Swanson." Miss Carol Conrad offered.

"It certainly is," added Miss LaToya Williams, I just love the way the sunlight plays on the stained glass panel above your window!"

"It is stunning," agreed Miss Conrad.

"Thank-you, ladies, won't you please be seated. We have much to do today and time is precious so let's proceed. First of all, I must ask you, is there any confusion in your mind as to what the duties of the part time housekeeper involve.

"May I answer that Mrs. Swanson?" Miss Williams asked.

"Of course, dear, please do."

"My understanding is that the housekeeper runs the house for you including being responsible for cooking and cleaning. In addition to those duties, the housekeeper may also be asked to assist the residents when they are too distracted to study."

"That is the job description, Miss Williams, but elaborate for me if you will."

"It will be my job to direct the young men who are your boarders in their duties to maintain the household." Miss Williams explained.

"And what about assisting when they are distracted, Miss Conrad?"

Miss Conrad's eyes twinkled as she answered, "That means I get to jack them off!" She exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Please, Miss Conrad, that's so vulgar. You must learn to control your emotions!" 

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Swanson. It's just that ever since I was introduced to the CFNM lifestyle by my mother I just can't get enough of the lovely male genitalia.

"How about you, Miss Williams. As a young African/American woman how do you feel about masturbating white boys?"

"Mrs. Swanson, when I masturbate any male I am in charge. His ability to cum or not to cum is completely at my discretion. While I love to see and touch the male sex organs they must respect me or they will suffer."

"Well said, Miss Williams. I think it is time for you to meet my young men and to see how we do things in my house"

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Miss Conrad said.

"Please do."

"My mother has told me that you introduced her to CFNM about three years ago but that you have been practicing CFNM for almost twenty years. Who introduced you to the lifestyle?"

"Well, dear," Mrs. Swanson began, "I haven't always been an advocate of the CFNM lifestyle and no one really introduced me to it. It was a process. It developed out of tragedy." Mrs. Swanson rose and walked to her desk on the far side of the room where she picked up a picture of a handsome army officer. 

"This was my husband, Dr. Jefferson Davis Swanson, Professor of Thoracic Surgery at the University Medical School. We met my senior year of nursing school and married when I graduated. I moved into this house, his house, and we started our lives together in 1950. He was fifteen years older than me and had already accomplished a great deal in his life. He had owned this house for just over five years and rented rooms to promising medical students as a way of giving back. As his wife I became head of the household and supervised his only employee Miss Bridgeway who was his housekeeper and cook.

Life was great until he received a notice from the Army that his services were needed to save lives in Korea. He accepted a commission as a major and went to Korea to serve on the front lines in one of the mobile army surgical hospitals.

"Was he killed in the war?" Miss Conrad interrupted.

"No, dear." Mrs. Swanson sighed, "He wasn't. When the war ended he was assigned to Walter Reed in Washington. He was due to be released from active duty in the fall of 1953 and was returning to his quarters when he was attacked and robbed on the streets of the Capitol. He was found, unconscious and bleeding, lying on the sidewalk. They rushed him to a hospital but he never regained consciousness."

"I don't understand," Miss Williams said.

"Jeff was a wonderful lover, Miss Williams. Before he left for Korea we would make love two or three times a day. He would do just about anything to make our sex lives interesting. He would try any position; he would let me do just about anything imaginable. He loved it when I took the lead and played 'cowgirl' while mounting him and riding his 'saddle horn'. When I got my period we were cuddling one evening and I got a little aggressive and began stroking his cock. Before I knew it he was naked and I was giving him a hand job. I felt a strange sense of power as I brought him to orgasm. It was almost better than intercourse!

"So that's how it started? Miss Williams wondered.

"No, but it laid the groundwork. After that night I would find any excuse to masturbate him and he went along by going naked once in a while and asking me to 'get him off'. Sometimes I would do it out on the porch, sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in bed, sometimes right here on this settee where he might nurse on my breast as I stroked him. Later we would screw like little bunnies. It was wonderful, until he had to leave. We wrote every day and I was so excited to have him come home but I never saw him again. I loved him so much that I could not imagine ever marrying again; let alone letting a man touch me."




Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 03



"That's so sad!" Sobbed Miss Conrad.

"It is sad, Miss Conrad. But if not for that tragedy we would not be meeting here today!"

"It was always my husbands dream to help promising medical students succeed which is why he helped so many young men by letting them room in his house. He felt that since he had no family it was a terrible waste of space not to use it for some good. When he died I vowed to continue in his honor.

"But, Mrs. Swanson, that still doesn't explain how you came to be an advocate of CFNM."

"Patience, Miss Williams, I'll get to that. It was about six months after my husband's death that I was taking some towels to the linen closet and I happened to see one of my boarders masturbating in his room. The door was only slightly ajar but I could still see him. I watched as he leafed through one of those girly magazines and stroked his stiff penis."

"What did you do, Mrs. Swanson.?" Miss Williams gasped.

"Nothing, I just stared at that lovely cock. He never looked up; I'm sure he never heard me or even suspected I was in the hall. It didn't take long and he leaned back, closed his eyes and his semen just spurted from his cock, it was so beautiful. I backed away from the door and quietly went to my room. My panties were soaked!"

"But that still doesn't explain anything."

"Well, a few days later Roger was studying in his room, that was his name, Roger Morton. By the way, his son Carl is one of my current boarders. Anyway, he was studying and I went to his room on the pretence of bringing him fresh linens. He was bent over his desk reading a text book. I walked over to stand behind him and started to massage his shoulders. He leaned back and rolled his head from side to side. "That feels so good, Mrs. Swanson!"

"You've been working so hard, Mr. Morton," I said softly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's my last quarter, Mrs. Swanson. I just need to concentrate on my studies."

I continued to knead his shoulders and neck and then assured him that if he needed any help he could count on me.

"Mrs. Swanson? This isn't explaining anything!"

"Miss Conrad, I was a grieving widow, I wasn't looking to become a masturbatrix, and it never entered my mind, at least not right away. I really just wanted to help Roger relax. Anyway, the next evening he was seated at his desk again. It was one of those unusually hot spring days and unbeknownst to me he was naked."

"Now it's getting interesting!" Miss Williams whispered.

"Quiet!" Miss Conrad snapped. "Please continue Mrs. Swanson."

"I walked in on him, intending to massage his shoulders again and didn't notice he was nude. 'You're studying late again, Roger' I said as I began to knead his shoulders." He jumped in his seat and exclaimed, Mrs. Swanson! You startled me. Please, you shouldn't be here now." His penis was standing between his thighs and it looked so nice. He tried to cover himself as I backed away, embarrassed, apologizing as I turned and left his room. I went to my room, crying, very embarrassed but excited by the sight of his pretty young penis. I remembered how I used to stroke my husbands penis and my pussy began to tingle. I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do."

"What was that, Mrs. Swanson?"

I went back to Roger's room and knocked timidly on his door.

"What do you want?" Roger answered bruskly.

"I need to talk to you, Roger." I pleaded.

"Please go away, Mrs. Swanson." He said. I could hear the hurt and embarrassment as his voice cracked.

"I'm going to come in, Roger, we need to talk."

"Go away! He pleaded, "Please go away!"

"We need to talk right now, Roger. We mustn't let this come between us!" I said as I opened his door. He was lying face down on his bed with his face buried in his pillow and a sheet pulled up around his neck. He wouldn't look at me or speak to me. He tensed as I sat next to him and started to stroke his shoulders. 'I'm sorry I didn't knock, Roger, please forgive me.' For the next few minutes I just gently rubbed his back. Slowly the tension began to melt. I waited, patiently rubbing his back, slowly expanding the scope of my attention. My fingers kneaded his ribs; my hands explored the small of his back. 'Do you forgive me, Roger?' He wouldn't speak but I knew he was relaxing."

"I was sure that he was nude under the sheet. My pussy was getting wet and puffy as I stroked his back but more and more I knew what I wanted. I wanted to stroke his cock! The power that I felt when I manipulated my husband's penis and made him spurt was intoxicating and I wanted that feeling again! 'I'm not sorry that I saw your penis, Roger. It's beautiful!' He tensed. 'Don't be ashamed, Roger, you have a lovely penis. I'd like to see it again!' He didn't say a word. I knew he was considering what I had said. I pressed on. 'You masturbate when you feel tense don't you, Roger?' Still no response. 'It's alright, Roger, I understand you have a need for release when you are sexually aroused but you shouldn't have to do it yourself.' His breathing was slow and shallow, I was sure he had an erection and I knew if I could get him to turn over I could get what I wanted."

"Did he, Mrs. Swanson, did he? Miss Conrad asked excitedly.

"Of course he did!" Miss Williams exclaimed. "How could he resist, all men just love to show off their cocks and no man can turn down a hand job if he thinks he can get away scot-free!"

I began to massage his buttocks and said, "Turn over, Roger, let me help you relax. It's alright, Roger, let me see your pretty penis and help you relax. You shouldn't have to do it yourself, Roger, let me help you." I kept talking as I squeezed his butt. "Let me make you spurt, Roger." I whispered. "Let me do it for you."

He rolled towards me; still covered by the sheet. I stroked his chest, gently. His cock tented the sheet. I rubbed his thighs, brushing his balls but avoiding his cock."

"That's so sexy, Mrs. Swanson, you teased him and made him want you to do him." Miss Williams said.

"That's right, dear. I wanted him to give me his penis. I could have just grabbed it and he would have let me but I wanted him to surrender voluntarily! I continued to stroke his thighs and said, 'Show me your penis, Roger, let me see it.' He looked into my eyes and pushed the sheet down to his waist. I stroked his tummy and waited. He raised his leg and the sheet was pulled off of his penis. I stared at it; this was the only penis I had ever seen besides my husbands. 'Tell me what you want me to do, Roger!' I wanted him to say it out loud."

"Roger just looked at me. Our eyes were locked as I stroke his thighs. Finally he said, 'Please make me cum. Stroke my cock and make me cum, please make me cum!' I slowly wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock and slowly stroked it. He was so hard that I knew he couldn't last, but I didn't want him to cum! I wanted to make it last but I couldn't, he began to spurt uncontrollably. The first spurt hit him under his chin, the second on the chest. That was the first time that I masturbated a man but I knew it wouldn't be the last. It would take quite a while for me to fully develop my philosophy and to learn that there were many women just like me. Women who loved the power that they had over men; women who were not ashamed to admit that they loved to observe the naked male body and play with male genitalia for their own amusement."

"That was so hot, Mrs. Swanson."

"That was just the beginning, ladies, it required many baby steps before my philosophy would be fully developed. But I think now is the time to begin the interview process."

Before another word was spoken Miss Bridgeway knocked on the parlor door. "What is it Miss Bridgeway?"

"You have two more visitors, Mrs. Swanson."

"Tell them I can't receive them today, Miss Bridgeway."

"I think you'll want to receive them, Mrs. Swanson, it's Sara Lee and her daughter!"



Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 04



Mrs. Swanson was in the process of interviewing for the position of part-time weekend housekeeper when Miss Bridgeway interrupted and announced that Sara Lee Morton and her daughter Ruth were at the door.

Surprised and at the same time delighted Mrs. Swanson nearly leapt from her seat and rushed to the door. "Sara, dear, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"When you called this morning and told me that you would be milking Carl for the very first time this afternoon I thought it was a foregone conclusion that we would want to be here!" Mrs. Morton explained, "I thought we were being invited."

"Well, in a round about way I guess you were. Enough of that, it's so good to see you and Ruthie. Hasn't she filled out since the last time I saw her? It's been over three years, her sixteenth birthday, wasn't it?"

"You're an absolutely gorgeous young lady, Ruthie! I'll bet you have the boys just drooling over you!"

Ruthie smiled and replied, "They drool alright!"

"I hear you're a student at Cloverdale, is that right?"

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Swanson. I'm a sophomore this year."

"My how time flies; it seems like just yesterday that we celebrated your sixteenth birthday. Now you're in school and becoming quite a charming young lady! Tell me; are you a member of Theta Sigma? 

"That was one of the things that Mom and I had at the top of our list, Mrs. Swanson. We only considered colleges that had a Theta Sigma chapter close by. The Sisterhood may be growing and gaining strength but we're a long way from acceptance by society in general. When we learned that Lorraine Collier was Dean of Students that sealed the deal."

"Ah, yes, Lorraine! She has been a Sister for nearly twelve years now! I don't think she has ever married."

"That's right, Mrs. Swanson, Dr. Collier loves to attend our weekly "pecker parties" but she says she enjoys her freedom to much to be tied down by a husband and family."

"To each her own, Ruthie; that's what I always say! Some women are destined to grow the CFNM world through their families; after all, men and boys need training and where better to start than in the home. Other women can exert their influence in academia or the business world."

"That's true, Mrs. Swanson, but I think Dr. Collier just likes variety. I know that when she sees a penis she likes she's not shy! She loves to lick them and suck them and she's not afraid to bare her breasts and let a guy shoot his stuff on them."

"Well, that's certainly not my way to do things, Ruthie, but who am I to be judgmental. After all, if anyone outside of the Sisterhood knew how I was training these young men I might come under a lot of criticism myself.

"Speaking of training," Mrs. Morton interrupted, "Are these the candidates for weekend housekeeper?"

"How rude of me," Mrs. Swanson exclaimed. "Please, allow me to introduce you ladies." They greeted each other in turn and exchanged pleasantries and having dispensed with the formalities Mrs. Swanson asked them to be seated so that they might begin.

"Please serve the tea now Miss Bridgeway, I'm sure everyone would like some refreshment before we get down to the business at hand." Mrs. Swanson instructed. "Now, where should I begin? As you ladies know, it is my belief that a young man's sexual training should be coordinated and controlled by women. After the age of eighteen no man should be allowed to play with himself. The chances of his developing unhealthy habits increase dramatically if he is allowed to play with himself. Mentally and emotionally he should be bonded to females in general and to his wife in particular. I feel that the best way to accomplish this is to keep him naked in the home so that the mature females of the household can observe his penis and take action when needed."

"But what about homes with young children?" Miss Conrad asked.

"Children under the age of eighteen are not mature enough to understand the CFNM lifestyle. They should be shielded from it as much as possible during their formative years; but they should be taught good manners and respect for their bodies. Young boys should be taught to respect all women and young girls should be taught that they are special and deserving of respect."

"Why to you expect male nudity?" Miss Williams interrupted.

"Why not!" Ruthie giggled.

"Why not indeed!" Echoed Mrs. Morton. "Don't you enjoy watching a naked man around the house?"

"Ladies!" Mrs. Swanson scolded. "Of course it's a pleasure to watch a naked man. The way their penises shrivel up and hide when there's a slight chill in the air is so cute."

"And the way they bob from side to side and up and down when they walk is just darling!" Miss Conrad added.

Mrs. Swanson went on, "That's right, dear, but the real reason.."

"Is to keep an eye out for stiffies!" Ruthie blurted.

"Pipe down, Ruthie. Let me continue so we can begin the orientation for Carol and LaToya." Mrs. Swanson scowled. "Ruthies right, of course, when a man gets excited he gets an erection and can have a difficult time concentrating on his job or his studies. When women take control they help a man to be successful by eliminating the source of the distraction. The deleterious excess hormones are drained from his system at appropriate times and in appropriate places so that he can go about the business of being a good provider for his family or in the case of the young men who live here, preparing for their careers."

LaToya interrupted again. "I can see how your methods can work here in your home Mrs. Swanson but what about in a family setting?"

"Would you like to answer that Sara? Mrs. Swanson looked to Sara Lee Morton her long time friend the first woman outside of her household she turned to when she needed help training her young men.

"I'd be delighted!" Mrs. Morton exclaimed. "I have found that with young children nudity is neither to be encouraged or discouraged. It is the sexual aspect of training the male mind that is impossible for them to comprehend. By the time the children came along Rogers ejaculations were well under control. Many mornings we enjoyed intercourse but for those times that I just wasn't in the mood; remember I was a horny young bride then so my appetite for sex almost as insatiable as Roger's, I just knew how to control myself, I would masturbate him. I also believed that whenever possible these "sessions" should end with Roger performing cunnilingus."

"That would certainly be delightful but what is the connection to training his penis?" Miss Conrad asked.

"Young men should be taught that all women of the Sisterhood can and will masturbate them whenever needed. When they are dedicated to a Sister it requires a much deeper bond. From the time they are born men unconsciously seek to return to the womb. When they drink in the nectar produced by their wife's vagina their sub conscious is reminded of the time they spent in the safety and security of their mother's womb. When they feel their wife's legs tighten around their heads and her trembling as she climaxes they return subconsciously to the moment of their birth. A woman who doesn't use this to her advantage is a fool!"

"But cunnilingus isn't part of the training process?" Miss Williams wondered.

"Never for a devotee, I repeat never, ever for a devotee." Mrs. Swanson stated emphatically. Devotees should never see any of the erotic body parts of any Sister or any other woman for that matter. Glimpses of secondary erotic parts like legs or a woman's cleavage are permissible but a Sisters breasts and vagina should remain a mystery until he is dedicated."

"Is dedication like marriage?" Miss Conrad asked.

In the outside world, marriage is a contract between a man and a woman. It is their agreement to love and support each other to the exclusion of all others. Dedication is marriage within The Sisterhood. At its highest level, during her child bearing years, the Sister agrees to bear only her husband's children; she reserves her vagina for him alone. He agrees that his penis is hers to control and that she can develop a support group to train and control his penis through regular masturbation."

"What is a support group, Mrs. Swanson?" Miss Williams asked.

"Would you care to answer that, Ruthie?"

"Yes I would, Mrs. Swanson." Ruthie smiled. "When they are first dedicated a Sister and her husband..."

"In a 'dedication' are men still called 'husbands'?" Miss Williams interrupted.

"To husband is to take care of." Mrs. Swanson explained. "The 'dedicant' is still expected to take care of his wife's every need."

"I see, mmm, please go on Miss Morton, I'm sorry to interrupt so often."

Ruthie continued, "When they are first dedicated a Sister and her husband will engage in all sorts of sexual activity. After a while though, the demands of their separate careers may make it difficult for her to 'relieve' him when necessary during the day. At this point her matron of honor is duty bound to step in and make sure her husband is given the attention he needs."

Miss Williams interrupted again, "Was the matron of honor part of the dedication ceremony?"

"Yes, dear. Perhaps I should explain the "Dedication" to you." Mrs. Morton said. "In many ways it is like a marriage ceremony and in The Sisterhood the Officiate is legally authorized to sign the state's certificate of marriage. So, legally Dedication is Marriage. The ceremony itself is quite different. First, there is no best man or groomsmen for that matter. The devotee is by himself and naked of course! All of the Sisters are dressed in their favorite evening gowns and their escorts are naked. Some even go to the trouble of getting a new gown for each ceremony. The Sister is escorted by her Matron of Honor and two or more assistants who may be either matrons or maids. In my case my Matron of Honor was my Aunt Claire and my assistants were my future sister Carolyn and my best friend Gina who introduced me to The Sisterhood and you know as Mrs. Swanson."

"But why do you stipulate a Matron?" Miss Williams wanted to know.

"Because, by definition a 'matron' is a mother figure; a Sister whose family is grown and is free to help with the training of a young dedicants penis," Mrs. Swanson explained.

Mrs. Morton continued, "At the point of the ceremony just before the devotee is dedicated to the Sister by saying 'I dedicate my penis to Sister (name) and give her complete control of all my sexual activities especially my production of semen. Her attendees are asked to pledge their support to their union. Each one in turn goes to the Sister and says "I love you and promise to support you and (they name the dedicant) in every way possible. The Sister then takes the attendees hand and places it on the dedicants penis which should be erect since he has been denied release for the previous two days."

"How can they manage that?" Miss Conrad asked.

"A group of Sisters keeps a watch over him 24/7." Mrs. Swanson explained.

Mrs. Morton continued. "The Sister then asks, 'will you promise to masturbate (name) for me when it isn't possible for me to do?' Her attendee responds 'yes, I will masturbate him for you.' She then turns to the dedicant and says as she ceremoniously strokes him, 'I promise to masturbate you, (name) when ever (Sister's name) is unable.' He replies. ' Thank-you Sister (name) for helping (name) control my sexual urges.' When each of the Sisters has completed the ceremonial masturbation of the dedicant the Officiate announces 'you are now dedicated to Sister (name) you may kiss her!' The Sister is escorted to the center of the room where the ceremonial throne is set up. It's an upholstered straight back chair on platform about a foot off the ground. He kneels at her feet and raises her skirt. He begins by kissing her feet and then slowly worships her legs as the guests watch. Each Sister has her escort's penis in her hand and is slowly stroking him. Each man is on his best behavior since it would be a terrible breach of etiquette to cum before the dedicant! As the dedicant slowly works his way from her ankles to her calves her attendees raise her skirt revealing more and more of her white stocking clad legs. As more and more of her legs appear the men begin to applaud. When they can see the tops of her stockings and the dedicant kisses her bare skin the men begin to moan and offer encouragement. The attendees are careful not to expose the Sister's vagina as the dedicant begins to lick her slit. He teases her until she can no longer wait and she wraps her legs around his head pulling his mouth to her clit. The room falls silent as she uses his tongue for the first time for her pleasure. She is neither shy nor ashamed as she voices her encouragement; urging him on, telling him where to lick, how hard to suck. Finally she throws back her head, arches her back and she receives her first oral orgasm. The Sisters drop their escort's penises and applaud as the men whistle and cheer. As she begins to relax the dedicant continues to lick her legs savoring every drop of pussy liquor she has given him. When she lets his head go her attendees pull him from under her skirt and parade him around the room for all the Sisters to see."

"That's amazing!" Miss Conrad whispered.

"It's not the end." Ruthie giggled. "Go on, mother, finish the story."

"By the time the dedicant has completed the circuit of the room the chair has been removed and he is placed on the platform. His Sister has regained her composure and her matron has adjusted her gown and makeup. She takes his penis in her hand and announces 'this is my penis, as a full member of the Sisterhood I give you all my permission to masturbate it at any time necessary, some of you may feel inclined to suck it but I reserve the right to fuck it to myself.' She then kisses her husband on the lips and begins to masturbate him as the single Sisters slowly circle the platform. Tradition has it that if a Sister is hit by semen from the newly dedicated devotee she will be the next Sister to take a devotee."

"But what if a Sister isn't interested in taking a devotee?" Miss Williams wanted to know.

"Silly," Ruthie admonished, "she doesn't join the circle."

"Besides," Mrs. Swanson explained, "the Sisters usually know which Sisters are more interested in careers and which ones want a family. Either choice is valid depending on the desires of the Sister."

The Sister masturbates her husband and as he cums she announces this is my cock and my cum I gladly share it with you all with the exception of fucking which is my right alone. Then she is led back to thethrone where the Sisters masturbate their escorts for her amusement. They all try to sprut as much cum as possible on her dress as a tribute to her power as a Sister.

"But, we digress!" Mrs. Morton exclaimed.

"Yes we do!" Mrs. Swanson agreed. "The purpose of today's tea is to acquaint you with my expectations. As you are aware, I have been providing a healthy atmosphere for young men to pursue their education in a supportive environment. My methods might be controversial to some but my results cannot be denied. For the last twenty years no young man who has been under my care and training has failed to complete medical school. Each and every one has also been dedicated to The Sisterhood. I am proud to say that there are now twenty Sisters in twelve states and sixteen cities who are advocates of my method of training young men. Each of these Sisters have developed their own circle of influence some have even begun training young men themselves. In addition to the Sisters who have taken one of my young men as a dedicant I have found converts to my system amongst a few of the house mothers here at the university. Mrs. Rathbun has been training young dental students for nearly sixteen years now and Mrs. Finegold has established herself with law students. I recently began advising Mrs. Waterson who caters to young architects on training her husband and she tells me that he is nearly ready to present himself to me, he just doesn't know it yet!"

"I'd like to be there for that Mrs. Swanson," Ruthie giggled.

"Well, you won't!" Mrs. Swanson snapped. "Training the mature male takes more time and sensitivity, I won't have any young girls participating until it's time!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Swanson." Ruthie apologized. "I didn't mean to offend."

Mrs. Swanson ignored her and continued, "At the rate our movement is growing I expect our numbers to be in the thousands in twenty years and when I'm in my eighties, god willing, we may number in the millions but certainly in the hundreds of thousands. The first thing I want you to learn is about controlling a man's sub-conscious mind. Women who wear mini-skirts and low cut blouses or sweaters send out very clear signals that arouse a man. Women who dress more demurely demand respect! That brings me to the apron. When one of my boys sees you wearing the apron he knows that you will masturbate him. It only takes a few sessions and he will get an erection just seeing the apron. Likewise, the little shelf in the kitchen island; when you pull it out he knows that you are about to masturbate him and he will very often start to drip pre-cum. The milking bench is also a very powerful symbol of his acceptance of your power. I also use a white towel on occasion. For instance, late in the evening when I am dressed in my night gown and robe and my hair is down I will enter a young man's room with a towel over my arm and ask him if he needs any help. They never decline. I pull the covers down to their waist and stroke their chest and belly until they beg me to 'help them relax'. I lay the towel on their chest and belly and start stroking their cock while at the same time making small talk as if we were just friends having a chat. It drives them wild and they cum in short order! Do you understand the importance of symbolism?"

"Yes, ma'am!" They responded in unison.

"Good, now Miss Bridgeway, please give each of the ladies an apron. 

As each of the ladies donned their freshly starched and pressed aprons Miss Bridgeway went to the stairs and rang the little bell. Thomas appeared at the top of the stairs and said, "Coming Miss Bridgeway!" He blushed as he said it.

Thomas knocked at the parlor door and Mrs. Swanson responded, "Please join us Thomas, I have some guests I'd like you to meet." One by one she introduced the women and after they had all greeted Thomas Mrs. Swanson said, "Please make yourself comfortable, Thomas."

"Yes ma'am." Thomas said as he went to the clothes tree and disrobed as he had been taught. The ladies continued to talk as they watched Thomas calmly remove his clothing exposing a very robust erection. 

When he was completely naked Mrs. Swanson said, "Would you please freshen the ladies tea, Thomas?"

"Of course, Mrs. Swanson, I'd be delighted." Thomas picked up the tea pot and offered to warm each ladies cup in turn.

"As he finished Mrs. Swanson added, "Perhaps they'd like another cookie, Thomas."

"Yes, ma'am." Thomas dutifully replied as he offered each of the ladies a cookie.

"Now ladies, as you can plainly see Thomas has a very pretty erection and I'm sure that means he is enjoying our company, isn't that right, Thomas?"

"Yes, ma'am, it's always a pleasure to visit with you and your friends."

"But I'll bet you'd appreciate a little help relieving the tension you must be feeling?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Then what should you say, Thomas?"

"I'm feeling a little tense and distracted, Mrs. Swanson. Would you and the ladies help me so I can concentrate on my studies?"

"We'd be delighted, Thomas. Please come here and assume the position."

Mrs. Swanson sat on the edge of her chair and being a proper lady her posture was perfect. "Would you give me some lubricant Miss Bridgeway? And give each of the ladies a dab too. Penises are so delicate you know." As she spoke Thomas took his position straddling her knees with his toes pointed out in about a forty-five degree angle.




Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 04



"It's important for the man to stand thusly for two reasons," Mrs. Swanson explained. "First is balance, second, when you have him squat so he doesn't miss the apron his legs will open naturally and you will have the best access to his testicles. Show them, Thomas."

Mrs. Swanson stroked his penis gripping it like a hammer and pulling; then as he squatted fondled his testicles with her free hand. "Feeling a man's testicles is important because he may have an unusual lump that should be brought to the attention of a doctor but it also helps to keep them loose and delay ejaculation. Would you like to try Miss Conrad?"

"Yes, please, Mrs. Swanson, I thought you'd never ask!"

"What do you say, Thomas?"

"Thank-you Mrs. Swanson for your help, may I ask Miss Conrad to help me?"

"Please do Thomas and then every minute or so give each of the ladies a turn to practice their technique."

"Yes, ma'am." Thomas said as he approached Miss Conrad. "Would you be so kind as to help me Miss Conrad?"

"Of course, Thomas," she patted her knees and said, "Come right here!" She took his penis in her hand and began stroking as Mrs. Swanson had demonstrated. "You have a very pretty penis Thomas, and it's so hard! We must get you some relief, mustn't we?"

"Not till we've all had our turns!" Ruthie giggled.

"It's Miss Williams turn now, Thomas." Mrs. Swanson said.

Thomas thanked Miss Conrad and moved over to Miss Williams. He looked her directly in the eyes and asked. "Would you be so kind as to help me, Miss Williams, I am very uncomfortable?"

Taking his penis in her hand she asked. "Am I making you uncomfortable, Thomas?"

"Yes Miss."

"Because I'm black, Thomas?"

"No, Miss!"

"Then why, Thomas?"

Thomas gazed into her dark brown eyes, "Because you may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"You're beautiful too, Thomas," she said as she stroked his penis. "Such a flat stomach!" Her dark skin was a stark contrast as she stroked his chest.

"It's time to move on, Thomas! Before Miss Williams has you spurting all over."

"Thank-you, Miss Williams, it was a pleasure being stroked by you." Thomas said in all sincerity. He approached Ruthie and said, "Miss Morton, would you please help me?"

"Of course, Thomas, I'd be delighted! She took his penis in hand and pulled as Mrs. Swanson had demonstrated. 

"As you all can see this procedure is much more deliberate than stroking from the side. That's a jerking motion hence the common reference to jerking off. Men are usually impatient and like to finish quickly but I find that the more deliberate stroking motion we use in this position provides a more intense orgasm for the young man and a more thorough draining of the seminal fluid," Mrs. Swanson explained. "It's your mother's turn now, Ruthie."

Thomas thanked her for her help and moved in front of Mrs. Morton. "Would you be so kind as to help me with my problem, Mrs. Morton?"

"Of course, Thomas, I'd be delighted. And such a nice erection you have, dear! It's so pretty, standing up so nice and tall." She took his penis in her hand and squeezed his testicles gently. "Such nice heavy balls, dear, you must be ready to just explode!"

"Don't you dare, Sara Lee!" Mrs. Swanson scolded; you and Ruthie will be giving Carl his first milking so we should let Miss Bridgeway do the honors. Move along, Thomas."

Thomas thanked Mrs. Morton for her help and turned to Miss Bridgeway. He really wanted to go back to Miss Williams but he knew better than to contradict Mrs. Swanson. "Will you be so kind as to help me Miss Bridgeway?"

His penis was jutting out lewdly pointing at her face and it was obvious to all what she was going to help him with but she teased him, "Whatever do you need, Thomas?"

Normally the young men at Mrs. Swanson's were forbidden to use coarse or vulgar language but on occasions such as this when they were obviously being teased and they were in a high state of sexual arousal Mrs. Swanson would tolerate some of the euphemisms for male genitalia. "My balls feel like they might explode, Miss Bridgeway, please help me!"

Mrs.Swanson liked to see her boys begging to be masturbated. She especially liked it when so many of the Sisters could play with a boy. It was a special bonding experience for them to enjoy playing with a naked man. She gave her housekeeper a slight nod of approval and let the others know to calm themselves by raising her finger to her lips.

"Tell me what you want, Thomas." She continued to tease.

"Stroke my cock, please! Please make me cum! Make me spurt my cum on your nice clean apron. Please, Miss Bridgeway, please!

She held his cock but didn't stroke it. "If you want to cum, Thomas, why don't you fuck my hand?" Thomas's hips began to thrust. "That's it, Thomas! Hold my shoulders and fuck my hand! Show these ladies some nice big spurts! Spurt your cum on my apron, nice big boy spurts for the lovely ladies!"

His hips began to thrust into her hand. "Faster, Thomas! Faster, fuck my hand faster. It's your dream girls vagina and she's meeting your thrusts, she wants your cum in her vagina, she wants your cum in her cunt, she wants you to spurt now Thomas, do it now!

Thomas closed his eyes and fucked her hand as hard and as fast as he could. Suddenly he made one final thrust and gasped, cum spurted from his cock and on to Miss Bridgeway's apron. In his minds eye he saw his lover, the one woman he wanted above all others. It was Miss Williams! He shuddered and stepped back, "Thank-you Miss Bridgeway!" He looked around the room and said, "Thank-you, ladies!" He looked at Miss Williams and said, "Thank-you, ladies!" But she knew he was thanking her, she knew he could be hers if she wanted him. Thomas dropped to his knees and took Miss Bridgeway's hand and kissed it. He licked the semen from the palm of her hand and thanked her again. Then, standing, he bowed to Mrs. Swanson and asked, "May I be excused?"

"You're excused, Thomas, send Scott down please."

"Yes, ma'am."



Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 05



It has been quite some time since my last submission in this series, if you have not read any of the preceding chapters I think you should! 

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As always, this is just one look at the CFNM genre and probably not the most popular but, really ladies, you have no idea how much potential power you have!

The story continues;

As Thomas left the parlor Miss Conrad turned to Miss Morton and asked. "I'm curious Ruth; just what did you mean by your weekly 'pecker party'?"

"Oh Carol, dear, it's something the younger Sisters started a while back. The Sisterhood isn't a recognized social group at Cloverdale or any other school for that matter! But we are a tight knit group of about sixty or so ladies who promote the CFNM concept. I guess that we are the radical fringe because none of the younger Theta Sigma Sisters are married. Not that any of us have anything against marriage."

"The older members started the group in the nineteen thirties as a way of supporting each other in their choices concerning marriage and family and/or career. Sisters like my mother and Mrs. Swanson gravitated to the family aspect of the growing femdom movement. They have chosen to train men to be subservient to women and that is a necessary and valid choice but some of us want more freedom and careers."

The conservative group, like my mother, believes in a form of monogamy in which the females of the family voluntarily reserve their vaginas and mouths for their husbands only. They see the use of their hands in masturbating men as a necessary means of training. The progressives or as my mother says radical group sees no reason not to enjoy a man's penis in any and all ways as long as that man is single and willing!" 

"So, you aren't planning on getting married?"

"Carol, silly dear, I'm just nineteen! I've got at least three more years of school and a lot of experimenting to do. I don't want to be tied down right now. At best, considering the size of our family I'd be limited to half a dozen or so penises and I want to play with a lot more than that!"

"But what does your mother say?"

"She says that I shouldn't even think about making such an important life choice until I graduate; even Mrs. Swanson thinks it's important for a young Sister to play the field so to speak. That's why she looks for young women who have completed their degrees and have experience in the world to assist her in training the young devotees. Each year one of them graduates and more often than not they leave her home under the care of a Sister who helped train them!

"Is that true? Miss Williams asked; trying to conceal the depth of her curiosity. 

"Absolutely!" Ruthie exclaimed as she turned to her mother, "Didn't you help train Dad before you were married."

"That's right, dear; training your father opened my eyes to the necessity of growing the CFNM culture through strong matriarchal families."

"I'm afraid that is going to have to wait," Mrs. Swanson interrupted; Scott is coming down the stairs now!"

There was a soft rapping on the parlor door. "Come in, Scott, we've been waiting for you." Mrs. Swanson answered.

"I'm so sorry if I've kept you waiting, I certainly didn't mean to." Scott apologized.

"Not to worry, Scott! We've been having a little chat to get to know each other. My guests would like to get to know you too, Scott. Would you like to make yourself comfortable?"

Scott Brown was a year behind Thomas but he had been at Mrs. Swanson's over three years and had gone through this ritual many times. It never ceased to excite him! It was such a rush to be naked for a lady but for six! That didn't happen very often. When he was fully disrobed Mrs. Swanson called him to her side. "Ladies, this is Scott Brown, he's a second year medical student who hopes to practice family medicine. Isn't that right, Scott?"

Mrs. Swanson began the introductions, "I'd like you to meet Mrs. Morton, Scott. She is Carl's mother."

It was strangely unsettling to be meeting Carl's mother, but he tried to put that out of his mind. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Morton."

"And seated next to her is her daughter Ruth. Mrs. Morton and Ruth have come a long way to give Carl his first milking, isn't that nice, Scott?"

The way the women talked about masturbation made him blush. He knew they would be masturbating him soon but the thought of Carl's mother and sister giving Carl his first full draining brought back memories of his own mother and aunt doing him for the first time. His penis was starting to swell. "Carl is a very fortunate young man to have such a caring family." Scott said as he nodded to Mrs. Morton and Ruth. 

After the introductions were completed Mrs. Swanson rose from her seat and invited her guests to follow her to the kitchen. She took Scotts arm and said, "Our next demonstration will be in the kitchen, Please follow me."

When they entered the kitchen Miss Bridgeway drew a bowl of warm water and placed it on the island in the middle of the kitchen. A terry cloth towel and wash cloth was fetched from the closet by the entrance and placed by the bowl.

"Most mornings my young men awake with an erection." Mrs. Swanson explained, "Since this indicates a build-up of sperm I feel it is necessary and proper to relieve them before they go about their day's business. That is why I recommend a quick draining of the seminal fluid before they leave for their classes for the day. This will focus their minds and help them achieve their goals. As you can see we have a series of small shelves here at the end of the island to hold a bowl to catch their ejaculate. Actually, there are three shelves to accommodate men of varying heights. Those who are a little too tall might have to squat down a little but so far we have had vary few problems with this procedure. Miss Bridgeway, would you please explain the technique we use in the morning?"

"Thank-you Mrs. Swanson, I'd be delighted." Turning to Scott she said, "Mr. Brown, would you please step up to the bowl?" 

As Scott took the expected position Miss Bridgeway placed a small glass bowl on the middle of the three shelves.

"How do you know which shelf to use?" asked Miss Williams.

"Experience," answered Miss Bridgeway. As you get to know the young men you will know how they react. Scott maintains a flatfooted stance and bends his knees slightly before he cums. I like the second shelf for Scott because it makes it easiest to catch his semen."

"Just what do you do with all that semen, Mrs. Swanson?" Miss Conrad wondered.

"It has its uses, young lady! But that is a topic for ladies ears only. Please continue Miss Bridgeway."

"If you recall, in the previous demonstration we showed you the 'overhand grip'. The overhand grip is best used in the seated position and allows the masturbatrix to grip as she pulls and relax as her hand returns to the base of the penis. It is a slower, much more deliberate stroking method. We call it the overhand grip because the 'V' formed by the thumb and forefinger are on top of the penis. You will find the overhand grip useful from both a standing and a seated position. If you recall, as Thomas became more and more excited he began to loose control of his hips. He simulated intercourse by thrusting into my hand. As a devotee does this we encourage him to develop a mental image of his 'dream girl', to imagine thrusting into her vagina. By strengthening or loosening the grip we can encourage or prolong his experience in much the same way that his wife will use the muscles in her vagina to control his ejaculation when they are making love."

"I noticed that when he came he kissed your hand and licked up the semen that didn't make it to the apron." Miss Williams recalled. "Why do you do that?"

"Quite simply, Miss Williams, we believe that when a man is dedicated to a Sister he should be completely enthralled with her body and should not leave her with a mess to cleanup after they make love. He should be happy to clean and pleasure her vagina for her and licking the hand to clean up any stray semen is to condition him to do that." Mrs. Swanson explained.

"Mmm, I see. I'm sorry to interrupt, please continue, Miss Bridgeway."

"No need to apologize, Miss Williams, please feel free to ask any questions you want! I want you to understand our methods completely. Go on, Miss Bridgeway.

"In the morning, things are usually quite hectic but the boys always seem to need relief! Since there isn't much time we like to perform the task here at the island. As you can see Scott has braced himself on the island and I can stand to his side. In this position the overhand grip is of no use. The 'underhand' grip, which is with the palm of the hand under the penis, is best. By the way, this grip is the one favored by men when they masturbate by themselves. If you should notice any novice devotee even looking like they might be thinking about jerking themselves off they should be scolded; and if, heaven forbid, you should actually catch them doing it they should be taken to Mrs. Swanson for punishment. Isn't that right, Scott?"

"Yes, ma'am," Scott agreed, "as devotees our semen is controlled by the Sisters!"

Miss Bridgeway continued, "After you have taken hold of the erect penis you may want to place your free hand in the small of your subject's back. This will help steady you and at this same time you can massage his back as you stroke his penis. Would you like to try this technique first, Miss Williams?

"Gladly, Miss Bridgeway," she responded. Taking her position on Scott's left side and stroking him with her left hand.

"Are you left handed, Miss Williams?" Mrs. Swanson inquired. 

"No, ma'am, I guess I'm ambidextrous," The dark skin of her hands was in stark contrast to Scott's creamy white skin. Her long supple fingers encircled his shaft and she began a slow rhythmic stroking motion. 

"There is no time to waste most mornings, Miss Williams, I want you to see just how fast you can make him cum! Mrs. Swanson instructed.

"Yes, ma'am!" Miss Williams grinned broadly as her hand became a blur, almost demanding that he give up his semen. She leaned in slightly letting the tips of her breasts touch his arm. She whispered in his ear, "Give it up Scotty, give Toya your creamy white spunk, you can do it!" As her insistence increased her voice rose, "Give Toya some nice big boy spurts, Scotty!"

In her obviously expert hands Scott was clearly out matched, he threw back his head and sighed, "Oh, yes! Thank-you, Miss Williams, thank-you.!" After shot after shot of cum splashed into the bowl she squeezed out the last few drops and presented him her with hand. "Thank-you, Miss Williams, I feel much better now!" He kissed the back of her hand and then turning it over licked up the few drops of semen that were on her fingers.

"Thank-you, Scotty! I truly enjoyed that! You came so quickly and gave me a nice big load of spunk, I'm so proud of you! Now, let me clean you up!" She wiped his genitals with the wash cloth and after drying them patted them with her hand and said, "All better, now off you go!"

Scott looked to Mrs. Swanson who nodded her approval. As he left the kitchen she said, "Send Lawrence down to the parlor in about fifteen minutes."

"You are very good, Miss Williams!" Mrs. Swanson gushed. "I saw that little thing you did with your breasts, it was genius! He couldn't help but cum." Turning to Miss Conrad she said, "You've got quite a challenge, Miss Conrad."

"Yes, ma'am, I certainly do! Miss Williams is quite the expert! Nice job!

"Thank-you, Miss Conrad." Miss Williams smiled demurely.

"Let's return to the parlor, ladies. If you have any questions feel free to ask!"

Carol took Ruth by the arm and said, "I still want to hear about the pecker parties you mentioned earlier."

Ruthies eyes twinkled, "its a little 'dirty' fun the ladies of Theta Sigma have on Friday nights. We find a guy and trick him into stripping for us! Almost every time they end up giving us a show. 

But, what about Mrs. Swanson's rules?" Carol asked.

"For one thing, Mrs. Swanson has never been to one of our parties. And, for another, some of us don't care about Mrs. Swanson's rules!"

"I heard that young lady! Just what is wrong with my rules?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Swanson, If you are training a man to be dedicated to a Sister but we're just a bunch of horny women who want to have a good time and we see nothing wrong with tricking a guy into playing with himself while we watch!"

"That's what is wrong with society, Ruthie; there is no responsibility for ones actions!" Her mother interrupted.

"And just what is so bad about having a good time? Besides these guys will never forget the night they spend with us! Everyone is required to kiss his dick to show their appreciation and some of the ladies even like to suck on it a little. I'll bet that for the rest of their lives, every time they jack off they will think of us!

"How do you find your victims?" Miss Conrad wondered.

"It's not as hard as you might think! There are a lot of guys out there who are just gullible enough to be tricked into doing it. The last time I had to find a guest of honor I just asked him if he'd like to get into my pants." Ruthie explained.

"But I thought this was all about getting the guys clothes off?" Miss Williams interrupted.

"So it is, LaToya! You're absolutely right! I didn't say I'd let him see me or touch me. Just get into my pants!"

"I don't understand! How can he get into your pants and not even touch you?"

"It's easy, silly! First, before I even approach him, I take off my panties and slip them somewhere that's easy to get to. When he says yes, and no ones ever turned me down, I hand him my panties and tell him to go to the john and put them on."

"What if he balks or flat out refuses?" Miss Conrad asked.

"I tell him it's an initiation and I won't get in the club if he doesn't help me. He's my last hope, it's almost midnight and I'll lose if he won't help."

"You're wicked, Ruthie, Mrs. Swanson said. "You shouldn't lie to someone just to have fun."

"There's no real harm, Mrs. Swanson. The guy has the time of his life and we get to watch him jack off! Some of the women get a little drunk and take off their blouses and bras to encourage him and sometimes he might get real lucky and go home with someone, so what's the real harm?" 

"You know I don't approve, Ruthie, but I know you want to experiment and your mother isn't doing anything to stop you so I guess I'll just keep my thoughts on the subject to myself for now."

At this point, Lawrence knocked on the door. "May I come in, Mrs. Swanson?"

"Please do, Mr. Klein, we've been waiting for you!"

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Swanson, I'm sure Scott told me to wait. I hope I haven't inconvenienced you." Lawrence apologized.

"Not at all, Mr. Klein, the ladies and I were just chatting, weren't we ladies?

"That's right ma'am!" Mrs. Morton agreed.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Klein." Mrs. Swanson started the ritual one more time and Lawrence dutifully went to the clothes tree to remove his clothing.

"Ladies," Mrs. Swanson began again. "As you can see Lawrence is a very well behaved young man. This is his second year in my home and he knows his cues. Can you tell me what the first cue is? The one that let's a gentleman know that the home he is in is led by a female; specifically a female who embraces my training methods! Miss Williams, what do you think?"

"It is the clothes tree. Mrs. Swanson." Miss Williams answered.

"That's right, dear. And I use the clothes tree because my dear husband, before he died, used one. He was taught from an early age to be neat and orderly. Everything has a place and it is easier to put things where they belong than to just leave them around and then take care of them later. It makes less work in the long run."

"But where did the clothes tree come from, Mrs. Swanson?" Miss Conrad asked.

"That's a good question, Miss Conrad. It came from Jeff's mother, she taught him to use it as a child. It is one of the things a mother can teach any young boy as a foundation for his future training as a devotee."

"No, I meant historically, where did it come from?"

"My goodness young lady, you certainly are inquisitive! I'm not sure just how far back in history this item of furniture goes but I do know that homes didn't always have closets. People didn't have as many clothes as they do today. The home, for instance was built in the post Civil War period and before Jeff bought it and remodeled the upstairs it didn't have any. People used armoires to store their clean clothes and the clothes tree as a place to hang the suit they were currently wearing so it would continue to look nice. Jeff thought it added a touch of class to the bedroom."

"But why do you keep one here in the parlor?"

"Miss Williams, isn't it obvious, it's for visitors of course!" Lawrence was standing naked by the clothes tree; waiting patiently. "Mr. Klein, I see you are ready to meet the ladies!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet Lawrence!" As he greeted each in turn Mrs. Swanson continued. "Under normal circumstances Lawrence would be naked and free to roam the house, except for the parlor and the attached sun porch. I asked my young men to wear their suits today to demonstrate to you the ease with which they disrobe even in the presence of strangers. It would be a natural reaction for them to be shy. Explain to the ladies why you weren't hesitant to disrobe Mr. Klein."

"First, I am in the presence of Mrs. Swanson who would never let me do anything to bring discredit to myself or her and second I have been taught that when a lady keeps a clothes tree like this one in her parlor that she is one of the Sisters that follow Mrs. Swanson's philosophy. I know that she enjoys viewing the male body and she will accept me as I am and even help me if necessary."

"When you say help you mean masturbate don't you Mr. Klein?" Mrs. Swanson asked pointedly. "Explain what you have learned about the male sex drive."

"The human male is driven by his nature to seek sexual release almost constantly. He cannot look at a female without feeling the desire to have her. In polite society this desire is repressed. Repression leads to depression as he holds his feelings in. At the same time his genitals are producing seminal fluid and his testes are producing sperm. The longer he is forced to wait to express his lust the less he is able to focus. In primitive societies he might just take a woman by force and use her. In today's world violence is forbidden; men who act impulsively can and do create many problems for themselves and society."

"What does that have to do with your sex drive?" Miss Conrad interrupted.

"Let him continue, please. It will become clear soon! Mrs. Swanson chided.

"Simply put, Miss Conrad, even though men are constantly thinking about sex and desirous of sexual contact it isn't good for society for them to engage multiple partners! Society thrives when a man and a woman form a lasting partnership. The woman helps her man to focus his energies for the good of the family. Mrs. Swanson has taught me that I can be open and honest with her and all of the Sisters because they want me to establish a lasting partnership and be a productive member of society. It is unnatural to retain my sperm for long periods of time but being single I don't have a loving wife to help me stay focused. At Mrs. Swanson's we don't hide our lust; it is obvious when we are distracted. Instead of absent mindedly playing with ourselves and mindlessly releasing our sperm in a towel or worse we submit to the direction of a caring female. We not only need but want this direction so that our energies can be focused on becoming a loving husband, a caring father and a good provider. 




Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 05



"Thank-you, Mr. Klein," Mrs. Swanson interrupted, "Will you explain why you are the last to meet the ladies today?"

Lawrence lowered his eyes and started to blush.

"Tell the ladies why you are last, except for Carl who is to receive his first milking soon, Lawrence."

"Mrs. Swanson saw me touching myself this morning." He stated bluntly, to the collective gasps of the ladies. "I wasn't thinking and I touched myself."

"That's right, Lawrence, and what is the punishment for your offence?"

"A spanking, ma'am, before the entire household."

"That's correct; please call your housemates down to witness your punishment." Mrs. Swanson instructed. "Tell Carl that he is to remain upstairs, Lawrence. As our featured devotee today he should be preparing to be milked." 

"As you wish, Mrs. Swanson," Lawrence replied as he left the room to call the two veteran housemates to the parlor. When he had left the room Mrs. Morton suggested that Mrs. Swanson to explain her reasons and method of punishment to the housekeeper candidates.

"The spanking is mostly symbolic; there is no intent to harm the young man." Mrs. Swanson began. "I feel he needs to be reminded of his promise to submit to women for his sexual gratification. We must reinforce in his mind that we are always available and eager to help him, and very disappointed when he fails to live up to his promise. And, even after he is punished we still care for him and will help him."

The young men entered the parlor and stood facing the ladies. Lawrence went to Mrs. Swanson's desk and pulled her chair to the middle of the room. It had a low upholstered back. "Please assume the position, Lawrence." Mrs. Swanson instructed.

Lawrence stood behind the chair and leaned over the back so that his elbows rested on the seat as he gripped its front. "As you can see ladies, Mr. Klein's buttocks are now in a position to be properly spanked." Addressing Lawrence she continued, "Why must I spank you today, Lawrence?"

He responded meekly, "Because I was touching myself this morning, ma'am."

"And why is this offence punishable by spanking?"

"Because my penis is pledged to the Sisterhood, ma'am."

"Have you ever committed this infraction before?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What was your punishment the last time?"

"Fifteen strokes, ma'am."

"So this is your fourth mistake?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"How many strokes should I give Lawrence today, gentlemen?" Mrs. Swanson asked the two naked men standing before the amused ladies. 

"Twenty, ma'am." Scott volunteered.

"That's right, Scott." Mrs. Swanson confirmed. "If you were over the chair how many would you be receiving?" Mrs. Swanson knew the answer, of course but she wanted her devotees to share in this humiliation of Lawrence.

Scott lowered his eyes and mumbled.

"We can't hear you, Scott!" Mrs. Morton scolded.

"Thirty strokes, ma'am." Scott stated clearly.

"Whoa...!" Ruthie exclaimed softly.

"Control yourself, Miss Morton." Mrs. Swanson scolded. "Scott has been here longer than Lawrence and if I'm not mistaken you have had no setbacks this semester, have you Scott?"

Scott looked up and answered proudly, "That's right ma'am."

"Ladies, the spanking is just that, a spanking. That is why I insist that you use your bare hand! If your hand hurts too much imagine how his poor bare bottom must feel." Since I have four guests today I think it is only right that the four of you do the honors. Sara, would you please show the ladies the proper way to spank a wayward devotee?"

"It would be my pleasure!" Mrs. Morton agreed cheerily.

"Ladies, I find it useful to begin the spanking by gently rubbing the offenders buttocks with one hand as I remind him of his failure to please the Sisters. Remember, he is not failing just you. First and foremost he is failing himself by not being a man of his word! Secondly, he is failing the Sister who is training him and lastly he is failing the Sisterhood itself. As I gently rub his buttocks I also stroke his back with my other hand and ask him to confess his failure."

"Why are you being spanked, Lawrence?"

"I failed to control myself and I failed to trust in the guidance of the Sisterhood."

"What else, Lawrence?"

"I broke my promise to the Sisterhood, ma'am."

A loud crack startled the ladies and the young men. "Are you sorry for your mistake?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Lawrence jumped as he replied.

"Hold still, Mr. Klein." Mrs. Morton admonished as she gave him a second stroke.

"Yes, ma'am." Lawrence winced.

As Mrs. Swanson administered the next three strokes slowly and deliberately she continued to coach her disciples, "The strokes should be firm and sharp, not so heavy as to cause extreme pain or possible severe bruising but just strong enough to let the dedicant know you mean business! Would you administer the next five strokes, Miss Morton?"

"I'd be delighted, Mrs. Swanson!" Ruth giggled.

"Please contain yourself, Ruth!" Her mother admonished. "Discipline of an errant devotee is not a laughing matter." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke and her suppressed grin belied her admonition.

Ruthie took her place beside Lawrence and carefully spanked him five times. Mrs. Swanson then called upon Latoya to take a turn and then finally Carol. When they were finished Mrs. Swanson asked Lawrence if he had anything to say.

"I'd like to apologize for my unacceptable behavior." Lawrence said meekly.

"Then face the ladies and make your peace, Lawrence." Mrs. Swanson instructed.

As he stood and turned to face the six women it was immediately apparent that the spanking had caused a nice erection. As a well trained devotee; Lawrence knew better than to try to cover himself but he was still embarrassed and blushed as he spoke, "I am truly sorry for my behavior and will redouble my efforts to live up to the expectations of the Sisterhood." 

"Very well put, Mr. Klein, but what about the situation you are in right now?" Mrs. Swanson asked politely. "Aren't you in need of some help right now?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am."

"Then don't be shy, Lawrence. All of the ladies here want to help you whenever you are in need."

"Yes, ma'am, it's just that..."

"What, Lawrence?" Mrs.Swanson cajoled.

"I don't feel it is my place to make a choice as to which of the ladies to ask."

"Right you are, Lawrence! In a situation like this you should always come to me. You know I am always ready to help you and I will sometimes delegate that task to one of my sisters. But first and foremost you should always look to the most senior of the caregivers present when you are in need."

"Yes ma'am."

"Then, what do you say, Lawrence?"

Lawrence faced Mrs. Swanson squarely and said, "As you can see Mrs. Swanson I am distracted right now and need your help so that I can return to my room and resume my studies."

"Why yes, Lawrence, you certainly are! Would you please ask Mrs. Morton to help you? She is a special guest today and I'm sure she would be honored by your request."

Lawrence walked over to Mrs. Morton and reiterated his request. "Mrs. Morton, as you can see being in the presence of so many lovely ladies has nearly made it impossible for me to return to my studies. Would you please help me?"

Sara Lee Morton reached out and cupped Lawrence's balls in the palm of her hand. She gazed at his erect penis and marveled at the strength of his young erection. Masturbating a man, any man really, was always a delightful experience but a young man who achieves such a strong vertical erection was always special. She massaged that super sensitive area between his balls and his anus as she used the palm of her hand to press them and roll them against his body. Lawrence bent his knees slightly to give her even more access to his throbbing package. His eyes were closed and his breathing became shallow. "I'm sorry, Lawrence, what was it you wanted me to do?" She teased coyly.

"Please, Mrs. Morton, you can see my problem! I need your help so that I can return to my studies."

With his balls in one hand she grasped his pulsing organ with the other and almost immediately he began releasing ropes of cum that arced through the air and landed on her apron. He might have cum without any manual stimulation at all if she had been just a little more patient. As Mrs. Morton finished squeezing the last few drops of cum from his flagging penis Mrs. Swanson observed, "It looks like Scott and Thomas are in need of our help, ladies!"

It was true, both Scott and Thomas although having been masturbated only a few minutes before were in need of help again! "Gentlemen, we're running out of time!" Mrs. Swanson chided, only half seriously. Miss Conrad, I'd like you to help Thomas and you can help Scott, Miss Williams but please be quick about it, Carl has been waiting long enough for his first milking!

postscript: In a shameless plug, lol, for those interested in Ruthies "pecker party" read "Theo and Ruthie".



Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 06



It has been quite some time since chapter 5 was submitted so if you are not already familiar with the story line it might be advisable to start with Chapter 1. Fems up, ladies! 

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It was getting late in the afternoon and Mrs.Swanson was at her best as she combined two of her favorite activities; masturbating young men and displaying her considerable power over them to her disciples. This was a special day in two ways. First; it would be the first time that Carl Morton, her newest devotee, would be "milked." Second, she was using this occasion to find a new assistant housekeeper. The two finalists, Carol Conrad and LaToya Williams had both exhibited considerable skill and the proper attitude so her decision would be difficult. To make it even more special Carl's mother, Sara Lee Morton who was one of her first disciples was in attendance along with his sister Ruth.

They had returned to the parlor to receive Carl and present him to his mother and sister.

"Ladies!" Mrs. Swanson called for their attention. "In just a few moments Carl Morton will be joining us. It is a very special day for him. It will be the first time he is "presented to a Sister of The Sisterhood and that Sister happens to be his own mother. At the same time he will be presented to his sister Ruth by his mother."

"Mrs. Swanson?" LaToya interrupted. "I'm confused. Doesn't Carl know his mother and sister are members of The Sisterhood?"

"He must!" Carol giggled.

"Control yourself!" Mrs. Swanson scolded. "This is a serious matter. Under normal circumstances Carl would have begun his training at home with his mother and sister but his birthday was just a few days ago. Mrs. Morton thought it would be better for me to start his training so technically it is necessary and proper for me to present him to them and let him know that they are a part of the circle of Sisters who will make him the kind of man worthy of being a Sister's husband."

"I see," LaToya responded, "Each young man is tended to by a circle of Sisters and each circle is different. A young man is only allowed to ask for help from a Sister to whom he has been presented."

"Seems silly." Carol thought out loud.

"On the contrary my dear," Mrs. Swanson reprimanded. "It's a matter of etiquette. We don't want our men to feel free to ask just anyone for help. Only our most trusted friends and relatives in The Sisterhood; women who share our beliefs and can be trusted to report their contributions to a man's trainer and ultimately his wife. When I present Carl to his mother and sister it starts a process of developing a circle of trust. This circle will nurture Carl. Help him grow as a man into a productive citizen, a good provider, and an attentive husband."

There was a gentle knocking at the door.

"Ladies, please take your seats. Carol, please sit here to my right. Sara Lee, you know your place is just to my left. Ruthie, sit next to your mother and LaToya on the end next to Ruthie. We're ready, Miss Bridgeway."

Susan Bridgeway opened the door for Carl. She had participated in so many ceremonial presentations that she had lost count but there was still a special tingling sensation deep within her loins; a primal lusty feeling that made these duties more than a chore. Where else could she have the obligation to prepare a boy to be a man! She was so lucky to find employment that was really an avocation. "Please come in, Carl, Mrs. Morton is waiting."

Carl entered the parlor and walked straight over to Mrs. Swanson. From the corner of his eye he could see his mother and sister but his attention was on Mrs. Swanson. She offered her hand and greeted him. "Good evening, Carl."

He took her hand and kissed it as he replied, "Good evening, Mrs. Swanson."

Mrs. Swanson wasted no time with pleasantries. "Carl, are you aware of the purpose of this evenings gathering and are you prepared to accept your responsibilities as a devotee of The Sisterhood?"

"Yes ma'am, I am prepared to devote my life to the ideals of The Sisterhood and ultimately to the Sister who takes me as her husband."

"And would you explain in your own words what these responsibilities are?"

"My first responsibility is to prepare myself to be a productive member of society. My second responsibility is to be a devoted husband to the Sister who takes me as her own and my third responsibility is to be a good and loving father to her children if she should decide we should have a family."

"Very well put Carl." Mrs. Swanson smiled, impressed with the ease with which Carl had recited his responsibilities. She wondered if he would be able to confess his shortcomings so easily.

"Now please tell us in your own words what might be an obstacle to your achieving your goals, Carl.

Carl's eyes met Mrs. Swanson's. She smiled, knowing that this was his moment of truth. If he could confess his weakness as a male before this "jury of his betters" he would be well on his way to becoming a man among men, the Sisters would see to that!

Carl looked down briefly and then locked his eyes on Mrs. Swanson's. It is my sex drive, Mrs. Swanson. My genitals are over active at my age. I am not prepared to join the world as a productive citizen and therefore unworthy of any Sister. As the semen builds up in my testicles it clouds my thinking and makes it difficult for me to concentrate on my studies."

"That's right, Carl! Mrs. Swanson was impressed with Carl's forthrightness. "How will the Sisters help you over come this weakness?"

"The Sisters will monitor my level of distraction and remove the cause whenever necessary."

"Well put, Carl. If we were in the company of uninitiated women I would say that you put that very delicately. Don't be crude, Carl, but what exactly does this mean?

"When I am aroused at inappropriate times a Sister will help me by masturbating me and releasing the buildup of semen in my testicles."

"And are you comfortable with your mother and sister being part of the circle of Sisters that prepares you for your role in a Sisterhood household?"

"Yes, Mrs. Swanson," Carl looked down briefly as he blushed, "for two reasons." 

"Please explain, Carl."

"My mother and older sister have cared for me since I was an infant. It is only right and proper that they should complete my training to be a man. More importantly, although I didn't know it at the time I grew up in a Sisterhood household. I know how happy my father is. I know how strong their marriage is. I want that in my life."

The three younger women applauded spontaneously. Carl's mother beamed with pride. And Mrs. Swanson congratulated him. "Well put Carl, you are ready for your presentation. Miss Bridgeway, please help Carl remove his shoes and socks." Carl sat on the little bench that was part of the clothes tree and Miss Bridgeway removed his shoes. She smiled up into his face and Carl felt his penis swelling.

Miss Bridgeway stood and took Carl by the hand to a spot just in front of his mother. "May I present the newest candidate for devotee to The Sisterhood, your son, Carl." Miss Bridgeway curtsied and stepped back.

"As each piece of clothing is removed you will read from the cards I give you." Mrs. Swanson instructed. "Miss Williams, please help Carl with his jacket."

LaToya Williams was not yet a sister and had never participated in a presentation but she followed Mrs. Swanson's lead. She took Carl's suit coat and hung it on the clothes tree. Carl read, "As my clothing is removed I am making myself physically naked in your presence."

"Miss Conrad, please help Carl with his shirt and tie." Carl continued, "but this physical nakedness is symbolic of my intellectual and emotional nakedness."

"Miss Morton, please help your brother with his t-shirt and trousers. "As I expose for you my body and all it's secrets I pledge to expose to you all my secrets of mind and soul."

"Mrs. Morton, will you please stand?" Mrs. Morton rose from her chair and stepped forward.

Mrs. Swanson began, "Standing before you Mrs. Morton is the latest young man to make the decision to pledge himself to our Sisterhood, Carl, your son. Do you accept him as a devotee?"

Carl's mother smiled as she gazed into her son's eyes. "I do."

Will you pledge to be there for him when he needs your help?"

"I will."

"Then join with me as we remove the last obstacle to allowing Carl to be open, natural, and honest in his relationships with The Sisters." Mrs. Morton and Mrs. Swanson slowly lowered Carl's boxers. His penis grew steadily to its full erect size, pointing nearly straight up as Carl fought the urge to cover himself. The younger women applauded again even more vigorously. 

Carl's mother cupped his testicles in her right hand and hugging him with her free arm kissed his cheek and said. "As your mother and as a Sister I pledged to help you grow as a man and become worthy to be the husband of a Sister." She turned to her daughter, Ruth and said. "Ruthie dear, do you have something to say to your brother?"

Ruth stepped forward and taking Carl's testicles in her right hand gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and following her mother's lead said, "As your sister and as a Sister I pledge to help you grow as a man and become worthy of being the husband of a Sister."

Carl blushed as his sister massaged his balls to the approval of the women witnessing his formal presentation to the Sisters but as glanced around the room all he could see were beautiful women who wanted to see him naked and aroused and they were all willing to masturbate him whenever necessary. Why wouldn't he want to submit to their rules? "As you can plainly see ladies Carl is ready for the final part of his initiation as a devotee and for that we must adjourn to the kitchen where we keep our masturbation bench. Please follow me. Ruthie, you may guide your brother. Miss Bridgeway, please summon the rest of our devotees."

The ladies filed out of the parlor through the dining room and into the kitchen where the masturbation bench was kept. It was a large kitchen capable of handling the preparations for forty to fifty guests for luncheon or dinner so there was more than enough room for six women to witness Carl's first "milking." They formed a half circle around the bench and Ruthie guided her brother to the end of the bench that help the adjustable shelves used for the morning "quickies." 

There was a knock at the door that led to the back stairs. "Come in, gentlemen." Miss Bridgeway opened the door. The young men, all naked as was the custom for the back of the house and their living area, filed in to the kitchen and took places on each side of the table and at the head of the table to observe their new comrades first "milking." Each of them had undergone the procedure on an almost weekly basis since their initiation into the band of brothers that had pledged their allegiance to The Sisterhood.

Mrs. Swanson began, "Ladies, this will be Carl's first "milking." For two of you it will serve as a tutorial in how to "milk" the semen from a male's reproductive system. I'm not sure about you, Ruthie, has your mother taught you about the reasons for the procedure and the techniques the Sisters employ?

"Oh yes, Mrs. Swanson! Mother and I milk Daddy once a week and when she was out of town last month I handled the problem by myself. Daddy was quite satisfied!"

"Is that true Sara Lee?"

"Absolutely, Mrs. Swanson! Roger told me that Ruthie has learned her lessons well and he felt very comfortable during and after she helped him."

"That's marvelous, Ruthie! Now if we can just get you to be serious about the Sisterhood and quit engaging in all those one night stands!

"Maybe someday, Mrs. Swanson, when I'm ready to settle down."

Mrs. Swanson was scowling her disapproval but Ruthies mother knew that as Ruthie became involved in the training of more young men like her brother and cousin she would eventually come around and become a serious Sister.

Continuing, Mrs. Swanson said, "We all know that semen builds up at an especially vigorous rate in young men like Carl. We find it especially good for them to receive a thorough "milking" of their reproductive system. Before we proceed it is important for each of you to understand a man's anatomy. Common knowledge talks about a man's balls being heavy or loaded with semen but the truth is that only three to five percent of a healthy man's ejaculate is the sperm produced in his testes. All of the rest is produced in the seminal vesicles, the prostate and the bulbourethral gland. The bulbourethral gland is responsible for the clear liquid we refer to as pre-cum and is usually a small fraction of the main ejaculate."

"You make this sound so clinical, Mrs. Swanson!" Carol interrupted.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but I am a nurse by training and my dear husband was a doctor, I guess it's just my training coming out! She apologized as she continued. "The vast majority of the ejaculate is produced by the seminal vesicles and prostate gland with the seminal vesicles contributing twice as much as the prostate."

"Why are you telling us all this," Carol asked.

Mrs. Swanson was beginning to think that Carol was not suited to be an assistant housekeeper. "Understanding a man's anatomy will help you give him the most thorough milking possible." She explained patiently. "Many women know that if they squeeze a man's prostate they can make him "cum" even without an erection but cuming does not equal being milked. Milking a man requires a gentle massage of both the seminal vesicles and the prostate. Once you have found the prostate you should begin at a point just above the gland and lightly but gently massage the area. Working your way down to the prostate you encourage the seminal vesicles to give up their fluid through the prostate. As it flow into the penis it may or my not "spurt" hence the milking action on the shaft of the penis. This process is repeated until there is no additional fluid produced.

"How long does this take Mrs. Swanson?" LaToya asked.

"Usually between five and seven repetitions but I've had more than one man require ten or more repetitions." Mrs. Swanson revealed. "The key is patience, this is not the usual "quickie" that the young men can need two or more time per day but not to make a pun here, a more "laid back" masturbation session designed to relax them both mentally and physically.

"Miss Morton?" Mrs. Swanson asked. "Which "milking" position do you favor with your father?"

"I've used both the kneeling position which puts the male in a position that resemble a cow being milked and the supine position which gives me better access to a man's chest and belly. I prefer the supine position because I can massage my father and relax him completely before entering his anus to massage his seminal vesicles and prostate."

"Can any of you think of a time when kneeling on all fours might be superior to the supine position?" There was complete silence. "Can you explain for the ladies, Mrs. Morton?

"Why, of course, Mrs. Swanson." Mrs. Morton replied. "When a man is on his knees he is in a subservient position. His buttocks are exposed for punishment. It is hard for him to watch and enjoy your attentions. I only use this position when I want Roger to know that he has disappointed me.

"Very good, Mrs. Morton," Mrs. Swanson continued. "Now would you like to do the honors and demonstrate for the ladies how we prepare a man to be "milked."

"I'd be delighted, Mrs. Swanson!" She turned and grasping her son's penis guided him to the "milking bench." "Please sit down on the end of the bench and scoot up a little dear, then lie back. Miss Bridgeway would you help me install and adjust the leg rests?"

Susan Bridgeway brought out the leg rests that resembled the stirrups used on a gynecological exam table and installed them. A small pillow was placed under Carl's buttocks and his legs were placed on the rests. She gently massaged his balls and asked, "Are you comfortably, dear?

"Yes, ma'am." Carl whispered, he could barely speak.

"That's a good boy, just relax, we're going to take good care of you."

"Yes ma'am." 

"Ruthie, dear, please hold his left hand. Carol, would you take a position behind his head so you can massage his neck and shoulders and temples. And LaToya, please hold his right hand. If any of you feel Carl tensing up just feel free to massage him as needed. Sara Lee Morton massaged her son's testicles as she spoke. Her left hand stroked his tummy. "Close your eyes dear, just relax and let me drain you of all those pent up tensions."

Mrs. Swanson interrupted, "Before we proceed it is necessary to remind you that cleanliness is very important. Before a man should be milked he should insure that his body is as clean as possible. Isn't that right gentlemen?"

"Yes, ma'am." They replied in unison.

"Even so it is important that you ladies take the necessary precautions. First, be absolutely sure that your nails are trimmed and filed smooth. Second, you must always use an exam glove." The ladies nodded in agreement. "Please continue, Mrs. Morton."

"When starting the 'milking' process the first step is always to relax your 'milkee' Stroking his chest and tummy help. If you have an assistant she should stand above his head where she can pay special attention to his chest. Many young men enjoy having their nipples played with and some even find it especially exciting to have them pinched as they ejaculate. It seems to heighten the experience for them.

"How to you know when to begin the actual "milking?" LaToya asked.

"You will see his eyes close and his legs go limp. All this time you should be massaging his testicles and stroking his penis. If you are a little too stimulating you might see his penis get a dark purple and explode right in your hands. You need to learn how to slow him down but all is not lost you can still finish his "milking" as usual but of course he will have already rewarded you with some very strong spurts so you cannot expect him to produce the steady flow that an experienced Sister can produce. Remember, you are milking him not trying to give him an orgasm!

"I think he's ready." Mrs. Swanson observed. 

"I'm going to need both hands now. LaToya, would you hold his penis but don't stroke it. Just use gentle but firm squeezes." Mrs. Morton held her son's testicles in her left hand and began probing his anus with her right index finger. Carl's eyes remained closed and a low moaning hum could just barely be heard. He raised his hips to meet her invading finger. 

With her finger just about one knuckle deep she started twisting and pushing in and out in a smooth fucking motion. His breath quickened. She slid her finger in as far as she could and Carl gasped. Her finger felt so good. She pulled her index finger out and replaced it with her middle finger. It was slightly longer, slightly larger. Carl squirmed as his mother probed his rectum. His cock throbbed and his balls ached.

Pulling on his balls she explained, "A man's orgasm can be delayed or even prevented by keeping his testicles from tightening up. That is a sure sign that he is sending sperm to his prostate. I'm feeling his prostate now and it feels like a walnut. Would you like to try Latoya?"

"Oh yes, please, may I? LatToya was taken by surprise by Mrs.Morton's offer.

She donned a glove and took Mrs. Morton's place. Carol! Please move to your right, it will be your turn next!" Carl closed his eyes tightly and twitched as he tried to get relief but Carol pressed on his pubic mound and let his penis wave at the ladies.

Each of the ladies moved one spot to their right. Ruthie knew she would be last and suspected she might have the honor of draining her brother for the first time in his life!

LaToya wasted no time as she massaged Carl's testicles and inserted he finger into his rectum. "It's not very far in, LaToya. Do you feel it?"




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"Yes ma'am, I do! It's like a walnut."

"Good, now gently feel a little deeper and above his prostate. Be gentle, those are his seminal vesicles. As you massage them they are supplying his prostrate with more fluid to carry the sperm that are pouring out of his testes. Let Carol have a turn now."

Carl was sweating profusely now and anxious; his balls felt like they might explode.

The ladies once again moved one spot to their right and Carol eagerly put on her glove and started massaging Carl's balls. Carl's penis was visibly throbbing. The clear liquid from his bulbourethral gland glistened on the knob of his swollen member. Carol's finger slid easily into his rectum and she too found his prostate. "It's just as you said, Mrs. Swanson!" Carol fucked him with her finger and lightly tapped his prostate causing him to involuntarily thrust with his hips. "It's Ruthie's turn, Carol, you've done enough!"

Ruthie moved into position and began massaging her brother's tummy. "Are you ready, sweetie? Are you ready for your big sister to relieve all that built up pressure?

"Don't make me wait any longer, Ruthie. Please! I can't take this any longer. You must take pity and let me cum. Please, Ruthie!" He whispered.

"I heard that young man." Mrs. Swanson scolded. "Take your time Ruthie, do this correctly."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Swanson, I intend to!" Ruthie took Carl's penis in her hand and inserted her middle finger in Carl's rectum. She found his prostate and began a very gentle massage. Slowly the creamy white semen began to ooze from the tip of his penis. She probed deeper and massaged the seminal vesicles at the top of his prostate and then gently massaged his prostate again. More semen oozed out. She repeated the process three, four, five times. Each time more fluid oozed from his penis. The puddle on his belly was growing.

"Excellent control, Ruthie! Most young women go for a massive ejaculation but you seem very adept at bringing out small amounts of semen over and over. How many more times do you think you can coax him to release cum for you? Mrs. Swanson asked somewhat in awe that a young lady could exhibit such control.

"Mother taught me to be very gentle with Daddy. If Carl is anything like him he may have five or more mini loads to give us."

The women watched as Ruthie worked the semen out of her brother. After another four mini loads were produced she asked, "Is it permissible for Carol and LaToya to help me on my last attempt?"

"I want them to massage his chest and when I nod pinch his nipples."

Mrs. Swanson told the two house keeper candidates to do as Ruthie directed. They worked on his chest as Ruthie began her final massage of his prostate. When the time was perfect she nodded and they pinched his nipples just as she firmly pressed on his prostate. One final shot of semen splashed on his chest and he visibly collapsed on the milking bench.

"That was impressive, Ruthie. Your mother has taught you well. Now ladies there are three young men who obviously are in need of your attentions. There are three padded benches on the sun porch. Please take them out there while Mrs. Morton and I attend to Carl. Miss Bridgeway, please supervise and offer any advice they might need.

The younger women took hold of erect penises that were a handy leash and took their young men to the sun porch. Miss Bridgeway watched as the devotees willingly submitted.

Mean while, Carl's mother cleaned the semen from her son's belly and then gave him a quick sponge bath taking care to pay special attention to his exhausted genitalia. "I hope that was as special for you as it was for me, Carl. I'm sure you will be happy here with Mrs. Swanson and I know that your sister and I will be looking forward to your vacations at home." Mrs. Morton kissed her son on the forehead and sent him to his room. "Get your rest, Carl, Mommy loves you!"



Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 07



Mrs. Swanson watches as her housekeeper instructs two candidates for the position of assistant housekeeper after the three young men and the three young ladies participated in the ceremonial first milking of Mrs. Morton's son Carl. 

"What do you think?" Mrs. Swanson asked her long time friend Sara Lee Morton.

The two ladies were sitting in the parlor watching the young women practicing their "milking skills" on the sun porch. The occasion was the celebration of Mrs. Morton's son's first "milking". He was now officially a devotee of The Sisterhood and would spend his college days at Mrs. Swanson's boarding house under her watchful eye.

Dr. and Mrs. Morton met at Mrs. Swanson's over twenty years ago and their beliefs about controlling men's sexual appetites had made for a very happy marriage for the Mortons so it was natural that Sara Lee and the doctor would want Mrs. Swanson to guide their son in the same way she had guided the doctor when he roomed with her.

"Carol seems a little flighty, don't you think?" She replied. "She seemed to find the boy's predicament funny!"

"Yes, but she's all business now." The women watched as Miss Bridgeway coached them in using the kneeling position to "milk" a man's seminal system.

Benches were arranged on the sun porch so that the ladies would have a good view of the proceedings. "Isn't it nice to see a young man on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air?" Sara Lee mused.

"It teaches them humility." Mrs. Swanson replied.

"On Saturdays I make Roger scrub the kitchen floor by hand, naked and on his hands and knees. It reminds him that even though he's chief of surgery at the hospital at home he's my husband and my word is law!" 

"You learned your lessons well, my dear."

"You were a good teacher!"

"Thank-you."

It was no secret that as one of Mrs. Swanson's first housekeepers Sara Lee Morton was an enthusiastic proponent of the life style advocated by Mrs. Swanson.

They sipped tea and listened in as Miss Bridgeway instructed the young women. Ruth Morton was Carl's sister. Carol Conrad been recommended by the assistant dean of the medical school and LaToya Williams was a third year nursing student that was recommended by Professor Samuels and his wife. "Ladies, the first thing to keep in mind is that this is a very tender area and should be treated gently".

"What do you think of Miss Williams?"

"What do you mean? She seems like a very serious young lady."

"Yes, but it might be a bit strange."

"Because she's black?"

"Not at all!" Mrs. Swanson was taken aback, "Because she was recommended by a devotee and his wife!"

"Well, you know Sharon, she is a bit of a progressive."

"She has already recruited LaToya as a member of her circle to keep an eye on Henry at the nursing school."

"No wonder she exudes confidence."

"An external massage of your young man's genitals is absolutely required as a precursor to a thorough milking." Miss Bridgeway continued. "In this position your young man has his head resting on the bench and his knees spread comfortably to expose his entire genital area. You should place a small bowl under his penis to collect his semen and as you can plainly see his testes which normally hang loosely beneath his penis are now nestled along side it about halfway from the perineum to the tip of his penis when flaccid. As his erection grows in volume and strength it will lengthen and gain in sensitivity. Be very careful not to provide excessive stimulation to the shaft and especially the head or knob of the penis or your subject will experience an embarrassing premature ejaculation. Isn't that right, Tommy?"

Thomas Murphy was embarrassed to be singled out as an easy "cummer" replying simply, "Yes, ma'am."

"It's ok, Tommy." Carla whispered, "I'll be very gentle." She massaged his balls and rubbed the small of his back with her free hand.

"Carla seems to have settled down, don't you think?" Mrs. Morton observed.

"She does seem to be more serious now; maybe she was a little nervous earlier. Mrs. Swanson agreed.

Ruth pulled on Scott Brown's testicles. "You're getting ahead of me, Ruthie!"

"I had to Miss Bridgeway, Scottie's balls were getting too tight and I had to slow him down."

"Very well, Ruthie." Miss Bridgeway continued, "She's right, ladies! When a man's testes draw up tight against his penis it's a sure sign that he will not be able to last much longer. It is recommended that you gently pull on them until they are once again hanging freely."

"How will I know that they are loose enough?" LaToya asked.

"If you can make a ring around them with your thumb and index finger they will be loose enough." Miss Bridgeway explained.

The young men moaned in appreciation of the efforts of the young ladies and patiently awaited what each of them anticipated as the highlight of their week. Seldom were they all milked at one time so it was a special event for them.

"Can any of you tell me why we like to place the men in this position?" Miss Bridgeway asked.

"Oh, I can!!" Ruthie blurted. "With his head and shoulders on the bench like this it immobilizes his hips and prevents pelvic thrusting. We control his orgasm or even prevent it when extracting his semen."

"That's correct. Your mother has taught you well! Why would we want to prevent an orgasm?"

"It would be a punishment of last resort....to encourage good behavior."

"Very good, Ruthie! Now ladies, let your young man's testes tighten up. I want you to massage his anus gently, press firmly against it and rub his back. That's right...very good! Encourage him to relax and let you enter his rectum with your thumb." Mrs. Swanson and Mrs. Morton could see the young men's chests begin to heave as their excitement grew.

"The girls are good learners." Mrs. Morton observed.

"Yes they are!" Mrs. Swanson beamed.

"Now, grasp his penis with you free hand and as you gently massage his prostate gently stroke its full length." Three healthy young men began to moan as the young women brought them to a simultaneous climax. Semen poured into the bowls beneath them. "Now find the top of his prostate and massage his seminal vesicles. Move slowly back to his prostate...the goal is to extract as much semen as possible."

"What if he is getting soft?" Ruth asked.

"An erection isn't necessary for a milking! As you gain in experience as a "milk maid" you'll know when a man cannot produce any more semen. With practice you'll become experts!"

The young men continued to moan; a sure sign of their appreciation until LaToya announced, "I think Mr. Klein is finished, Miss Bridgeway."

"Let me see dear," Miss Bridgeway said as she took her place. Her thumb slipped easily into Larry's rectum. He raised his head as she coaxed another drop from his soft penis. "You're not done yet, dear, see if you can get a little higher above his prostate and slowly work the fluid out."

"Yes, ma'am." Latoya answered, thankful for the coaching.

The young ladies continued their efforts until Miss Bridgeway was satisfied that every last drop of semen was extracted. "Thank-you ladies; very nicely done. Now help your young man off the bench. Be careful, he's going to be unsteady. Now, what do you say gentlemen."

Each of the young men thanked their respective "milk maid" and holding the hand that had just milked them kissed it and made sure that no semen remained.

"Now, ladies, get a warm wash cloth and be sure their genitals are nice and clean. I've got to report to Mrs. Swanson. "Gentlemen?"

"Yes, Miss Bridgeway?" They replied in unison.

"Tidy up before you return to your studies."

"Yes, ma'am." They replied in unison.

"So, just what do you think?" Mrs. Swanson asked her friend again.

"They're both capable young women." Mrs. Morton replied. "It's going to be a tough decision."

"I know," Mrs. Swanson sighed.



Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 08



As often happens when writing a story characters have a way of taking on a life of their own and moving a story in an unexpected direction. Carol and LaToya are proving to be two strong willed, independent young women!

It was late afternoon. Mrs. Swanson and her guest Mrs. Morton watched as three young and very attractive young women masturbated three of Mrs. Swanson's boarders. "Ruthie has become very proficient as a masturbatrix, are you sure she has no interest in the position of assistant house keeper? Mrs. Swanson asked her long time friend and former house keeper, Sara Lee Morton. "Your son Carl is the first of what I hope will be many sons of the young men who have become men with me. It might be nice to have a second generation feminist become assistant house keeper!"

"She's still in school, Mrs. Swanson." Mrs. Morton explained, "She still is learning at home. Last week I came home and found her masturbating her father with one of her friends. Sometimes I think it's a game with her. I don't mind so much that she brought her friend home but the young woman wasn't a Sister!"

"She didn't!" Mrs.Swanson was shocked. "How did you handle it?"

"Well, I didn't make a scene, of course, but I think she knew I was disappointed in her. Later, when her friend was gone I had to remind her that our way of life isn't just put on display for everyone to see. She has her father's reputation to protect. Her friend could spread malicious gossip about our family; Sisters would never defame the husband of another Sister."

"How did she take your rebuke?"

"She made excuses; she said she was recruiting the young woman. But in the end she agreed to be very careful about just who she brings home."

"How did Roger take it?"

"I don't think Roger was aware of the situation. It was just another afternoon at home working on his paper for the AMA. He was distracted and sought Ruthie's help and I guess he is so used to being naked at home with Ruthie and me that the presence of her friend didn't even faze him!"

"Well, men do take to my training quite readily. After the initial embarrassment of being naked while the women present remain clothed it becomes second nature to them! Even openly displaying their erections seems to be natural after a while. That's one reason why I like to have these group sessions occasionally. The relieving of sexual tension in a male is a natural behavior and the more a male is encouraged to find relief within a tight circle of women who are all of the same mind the easier it is for him to remain faithful to his wife!"

"It sounds like a contradiction but it's not!" Mrs. Morton agreed, "Roger knows that my circle includes his secretary, his head nurse, my sister and cousin and now his daughter! There is no reason for him to look elsewhere. Whenever he needs 'help' it is there for him."

"I'm proud of you, Sara Lee!" Mrs. Swanson gushed, "You've learned well and you are a good teacher! Do you suppose you might be interested in helping me with a little project?"

"What are you asking, Mrs. Swanson?" Mrs. Morton asked.

"There are three weekends each year when all of the students go home. The usual semester breaks. On those weekends I'm holding a sort of 'boot camp for husbands.' I'd like to have you and Roger on hand when I introduce my concepts to new Sisters and their husbands. I think it would make things so much easier if there were a fully trained husband like Roger to sort of lead the way."

"That's a great idea, Mrs. Swanson! I'll have to check Rogers' schedule, of course, but I know he'd be delighted to help. He looks forward to our visits even more than I do so to have another excuse to get your 'help' wouldn't be an imposition at all. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that when I propose this to him he'll need a little 'help.'

"The next one is the weekend after New Year's Day; let me know if you can make it."

"You can be sure that I won't forget, in fact, I might as well commit right now and let you know if we can't make it!"

"Very well." Mrs. Swanson smiled.

A crossed the way the young ladies had just finished washing their charges genitals. Mrs. Swanson believed that a young man should touch himself as little as possible. So after every session it was necessary to carefully clean, dry and powder them before sending them back to their studies. As the young men returned to their rooms the young women chatted. It was quite a sight. Ruthie seemed out of place in her 'civilian' clothes. Both Miss Conrad and Miss Williams were dressed in the traditional house keepers uniform which consisted of a simple white cotton blouse with long sleeves and a high button up collar trimmed in a tiny bit of lace. Their dresses were light gray jumpers with full floor length skirts. Under their skirts Mrs. Swanson insisted they wear stockings and three inch heels to accentuate their height as well as full slips. Both young ladies were over five and a half feet tall and the heels gave them an air of authority. Their aprons were the plain white maid's apron that was only worn during masturbation sessions. For other chores the house keepers wore gray aprons that matched their jumpers.

There was a gentle rapping at the parlor door. "Please come in Miss Bridgeway. Have a seat. Tell me what you've observed."

"They are both very capable young women, Mrs. Swanson. I was concerned earlier this afternoon about Miss Conrad's giddiness but she has settled down and composed herself and took her duties seriously. I'm afraid I can't offer any observations that might sway you one way or another."

"And you Mrs. Morton?" She turned to her long time friend and confidant.

"In my opinion, either one of these young ladies will bring an air of the exotic to your home, Mrs. Swanson. Miss Williams has an unusual air of authority. She seemed to actually grow in height when she changed into the house keeper's uniform!"

"I noticed that as well." Mrs. Swanson agreed.

"But on the other hand, with her strawberry blond hair and green eyes Miss Conrad brings a fiery presence that will excite your poor boys!

"That might not be an advantage." Mrs. Swanson mused.

"Of course it is!" Miss Bridgeway interjected, "Our young men must learn to be comfortable around all types of women. Both of these young ladies are at the peak of their attractiveness and will cause their charges to experience numerous distractions. Isn't that the point? To get them to admit their lust and submit to feminine authority?

"You're right, Miss Bridgeway." Mrs. Morton agreed. "I'm glad this isn't my choice!"

"Well, it is my decision!" Mrs. Swanson stated the obvious. "Bring the young ladies in, Miss Bridgeway."

While Miss Bridgeway summoned the candidates for assistant house keeper Mrs. Swanson retrieved two straight back chairs from the dining room and placed them in the middle of the parlor facing her chair. When they arrived she offered them a seat. "Please be seated, ladies."

The young women took positions in front of the chairs but waited for Mrs. Swanson to take her own seat before sitting down themselves. They both sat on the front edge of their chair with their feet on the floor and their knees together. With their hands in their laps and their backs straight and shoulders back they waited for Mrs. Swanson to speak. 

"I must say, ladies, that you are making my decision a difficult one. Either of you would be a welcome addition to my home. You've both passed even this last little test without providing a scintilla of difference between the two of you. So, it must come down to this. I'd like each of you to tell me in your own words why you should become my next assistant house keeper. Miss Williams, please go first."

There was a brief moment of silence as Miss Williams gathered herself. "As you are well aware Mrs. Swanson I was recommended by Lorraine Samuels the wife of Professor Samuels. I became acquainted with them when I answered an ad at the student employment office looking for a baby sitter. Theirs is a "salt and pepper" marriage; she being a black woman like me and he being white. After a few months she began to feel me out about my attitudes concerning the male/female relationship. One thing led to another and she confided in me that she firmly believed that women should control every aspect of their husbands' lives. I was a little taken aback but curious so I asked for more information and to make a long story short she introduced me to the philosophy of The Sisterhood. She wanted to recruit me as a member of her circle but before that could happen she had to recruit me as a Sister. I was intrigued because although my mother was a very strong woman she wasn't at all like Mrs. Samuels. As a member of Lorraine's circle I occasionally help Professor Samuels at school and one weekend I was asked to attend him while Mrs. Samuels visited her mother. I'd very much would like to learn more about The Sisterhood and your feminist philosophy from you Mrs. Swanson. I'd be honored to be chosen."

"Thank-you, Miss Williams. Miss Conrad, please explain in your own words why I should choose you to be my next assistant house keeper.

"I'm afraid that I don't have the experience that Miss Williams has, Mrs. Swanson but as you know I was recommended by Dean Kordray. She has an informal class for young women to give them pointers about controlling the sexual advances of young men. She believes that young ladies should keep their clothes on and those of their partners as well for as long as possible! She teaches us to gradually let our boyfriends get naked and to bring them to orgasm by hand as a way to prevent unwanted pregnancy. She isn't married and she recruited me to become a Sister. She feels that you will be the best teacher for me to continue my education.

"Both of you make compelling cases and both of you are well qualified." Mrs. Swanson began. LaToya and Carol looked at each other; they reached out and held hands as they turned their attention to Mrs. Swanson. The moment they were waiting for had arrived. "I'm afraid I have bad news for both of you! Since I can't make a decision you must both stay the night! I will observe your interaction with my young men through out the evening and tomorrow morning when you will be charged with supervising their Saturday chores."

The young women smiled at each other and squeezed each others hand. They had become friendly rivals during the afternoon's activities and neither wanted the other to be disappointed. This was not the final decision that they were anticipating but for now it must do. 

"Ladies!" Mrs. Swanson demanded their attention, "Miss Bridgeway will show you to our guest room. You'll be given a few minutes to freshen up and then you'll help Miss Bridgeway prepare for our evening meal."

Miss Bridgeway ushered the young ladies out of the parlor and down the long hall to the kitchen. As they past the assistant house keepers changing room Miss Bridgeway instructed, "Please retrieve your overnight bags and follow me."

The changing room was actually a very large "powder room" that assistants used to change into their uniforms. Mrs. Swanson insisted that the females who attended her young men be properly dressed but she also insisted that the uniforms never leave the house. The young women were told that it might be a very long day and that they should bring such toiletries and personal clothing items and might be needed to keep them fresh and comfortable. They were not, however, told that they might be staying the night!

As they passed through the kitchen Miss Williams asked, "Miss Bridgeway? I didn't bring a nightie or robe, I'm not ready to stay tonight, will I be able to run home for a few minutes?"

"No, dear. I'm afraid not. There's no time for that. Besides Mrs. Swanson has very strict guidelines about what we house keepers wear. You will find everything you need for the night when you return to your room after dinner."

"But what about tomorrow?" Miss Conrad wondered.

"You'll be wearing the house keepers uniform, of course."

"No, I mean when we go home."

"Well, what were you wearing when you came here?"

"But...."

"Of course, if you'd like you can use the laundry to freshen the clothes you were wearing. Here we are ladies! You've got about half an hour before I'll be needing your help. There are fresh uniforms on the bed. When you hear the bell chime once please join me in the kitchen."

"Thank-you, Miss Bridgeway," the young women answered in unison."

They are so much alike and yet so very different Miss Bridgeway thought as she left the room.

The young women looked around the well appointed room. On the far end was a large stone fireplace flanked by tall double hung windows. Facing the fireplace were two overstuffed chairs and a small side table. In the middle of the room was a king size bed.

"Looks like we're sharing a bed tonight!" Miss Conrad mused.

"I'm not afraid." Miss Williams replied with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips.

Miss Conrad returned the smile but said nothing. There were two fresh uniforms with gray aprons on the foot of the bed. "Looks like we're expected to change. I've hardly mussed up this one."

"Sez you, girl!" Miss Williams laughed. "Look at your sleave! I'm shocked you can't feel a big wet mess like that."

Miss Conrad blushed. "I went to the parlor like this! Do you think Mrs. Swanson noticed?"

"I'm sure she did! And so did Mrs. Morton! I think it doesn't matter though, it's a part of the job."

"I'm still embarrassed." She said as she stepped out of the jumper. She turned and gasped. "Toya! Those white stockings make you look so hot!"

"You think? I think I look silly with this garter belt over these gross old lady panties. I had to go to the store to get waist high cotton panties."

"Well, the panties don't help much but with your dark skin and those white stockings. I'm sure the boys all drool over you! I wish Mrs. Swanson would let me wear something that sexy! Why does it matter anyway? She wants us to wear these awful long skirted jumpers. I can't imagine how these make us look sexy."

The young women continued to freshen up and change into the fresh uniforms and before long the bell rang. "Time to go!" Miss Williams said.

"This should be interesting." Miss Conrad observed without fear of contradiction.

When they entered the kitchen Miss Bridgeway confronted them. "So, ladies, I believe you have some misgivings about the reasoning behind the uniforms we wear."

The young women were speechless and embarrassed. Was Miss Bridgeway eavesdropping on them...Mrs. Swanson?

First, let me reassure you....we don't spy on each other. If you had closed the door I most likely wouldn't have heard a thing but I do have very good hearing so if you want privacy you should close the door!"

"Yes, ma'am!" They replied.

"Now, as to the lack of sexiness in these rather plain uniforms. As you may have heard, ' beauty is in the eye of the beholder.' You will find that it is not the lack of clothing that is sexy but rather the mystery of what lies beneath a ladies clothing that excites a man. That is why Mrs. Swanson insists on the full uniform including the waist high cotton panties, lace bra and garter belt, sheer white stockings and last but not least a full slip. With proper training just the hint of your bra strap under your blouse or they sight of your ankle will be enough to interest them."

"Yes, ma'am."

"As for dinner; it is served family style. The household is assembled in the parlor. We will take the food into the dinning room and place it on the table. We will then join Mrs. Swanson, her boarders and guests in the parlor. Mrs. Swanson will announce that dinner is served and at that point you will be her guest. One of the young men will escort you to the table and help you with your chair. If your escort should experience an erection, unlikely by the way in light of their recent 'milkings,' it will be your duty to help them regain their composure. Do you understand?"

"One question ma'am?"

"Yes."

"We wouldn't do it right at the table would we?" Miss Conrad asked.

"Heaven's no! Mrs. Swanson will be your guide, she may tell you to take them to the kitchen or possibly to the parlor but it's doubtful she will have you do it right at the table."

"Thank-you."

"You're welcome; now where was I? Oh, yes! After dinner I will supervise the young men in clearing the table and doing the dishes. You will remain in the dining room and Mrs. Swanson will outline just what she expects you to do this evening. Is this clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good! It's time to have dinner."

Every thing went just as Miss Bridgeway described. It was a most proper dinner party; the company was polite, the conversation was lively and there were no distractions. Except, of course that the young men were completely naked!

At the end of the meal Mrs. Swanson announced, "Miss Bridgeway, would you please see to the clearing of the table. I believe the ladies and I will take our coffee and desert in the parlor."

"Yes, Mrs. Swanson, as you wish.....Gentlemen."

Being well trained in their table manners each turned to their respective dinner companion and said, "Excuse me."

The ladies nodded.

The young men looked to Mrs. Swanson, "Excuse me, ma'am."

"Of course, gentlemen, you are excused." Her beaming expression belied her pride in their manners. "Shall we retire to the parlor ladies?"

The young men helped each of the women with their chairs and then began clearing the table. Cleaning the kitchen each evening was one of their household duties but with the four of them working together it was light work. When they finished they would return to their rooms for two hours of study time before their 9:30 bedtime.

In the parlor Mrs. Swanson began, "It's been quite a busy day don't you think?"

The three young women and Mrs. Morton nodded in agreement unsure if it were a rhetorical question.

Turning to Miss Conrad and Miss Williams she continued. "Your last duty each night as assistant house keeper will be to see that the gentlemen are tucked into bed. It may sound childish to you but these young men a pursuing serious studies and I have found that getting adequate rest each night is of utmost importance. Some nights they will require some 'help' to relax and go to sleep. Tonight, after the two sessions they experienced it might not be necessary."

"What about, Carl, Mrs. Swanson?" Mrs. Morton asked. "He was only milked and it will be almost six hours."

"That's true, Sara Lee. Carl has had a very intense day though. He may well be exhausted. Why don't we let which ever of these young ladies draws him decide. The young men sleep two to a room, ladies. We will play a little game of chance to decide which of you will tend to the room that Carl is in. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, ma'am." Carol agreed.

"Yes, ma'am." LaToya agreed, "Although I'd really like to tend to Carl tonight, I'm will ing to let chance decide it."

"Alright then; this is how we will decide. First, we will match coins. Do you know how this works?"

"Please explain the rules." LaToya asked.

"Very well, dear; each of you will be given a coin; you can choose either heads or tails. Place the coin on the back of your wrist but keep it covered and out of sight! I will place a coin on my wrist. If one of you matches my coin you win round one. If neither or both of you match we will repeat the process until one of you wins. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." They agreed.

"The winner will have the right to pick one of two cards; an ace of hearts and an ace of diamonds. A matching card has been placed on the door frame of each of the rooms. You will tend to the gentlemen who are in the room that matches the card you hold. There is a little twist, ladies; you may choose to pass the right to pick first. Whoever picks first then has the right to give the card away and take the remaining card. However it ends up you will tend to the gentlemen in the room that matches your card, do you understand, ladies?"




Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House Ch. 08



"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you got your coins?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Are you ready?" The young ladies put the coins on their wrists as instructed. "All together now... reveal!"

All three coins were heads. "Looks like we try again!"

The women put the coins on their wrists for a second time. "Ready.......reveal! I have a head and ...yes... Carol you don't match....You do, Latoya! What is your choice?"

"I'll draw a card Mrs. Swanson." She drew the ace of hearts. "I'll keep my ace, Mrs. Swanson."

"Ladies, in a few minutes you will go upstairs and see which room is yours. Before you do, though, let me tell you what is expected. Miss Bridgeway has laid out your nighties and robes. These clothes are traditional here in my home. When you visit the young men at bed time and when you wake them up in the morning you will be wearing them. Once the day has started you will be wearing the house keepers dresses, is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Excellent! It's time to go see your assigned rooms. Try not to disturb the young men; they are in a study period. Bed time is 9:30 so you will warn them it is time to prepare for bed at 9:15. Miss Bridgeway will be available to answer any other questions you may have. Off you go!"

"Thank-you, Mrs. Swanson." Carol curtsied as she took her leave.

"Yes, Mrs. Swanson, thank-you for the opportunity!" Not to be out done, LaToya curtsied as well. The two young women left the parlor and ascended the front stairs to the boarders living quarters. The second floor of the spacious Victorian home had been converted into two spacious rooms that were each shared by two of Mrs. Swanson's boarders. The front room was shared by Thomas Murphy and Mrs. Swanson's newest boarder Carl Morton. The room in the middle was shared by Scott Brown and Lawrence Klein. All four young men were either in pre-med or medical school. The back bedroom was Mrs. Swanson's and had its own private bath. The third floor which years ago was used as a ballroom had been converted into an apartment for the housekeeper and a small room for her assistant when it was necessary for the assistant to stay over night.

As they ascended the stairs Miss Conrad whispered, "This is so exciting.... my pussy is tingling! I can't wait to see just who I'll be tucking in tonight!"

Miss Williams raised her finger to her lips to quiet her competition but smiled and winked. The first card they saw was on the middle room and was the ace of hearts. Miss Williams would be tending to Lawrence and Scott. From their vantage point at the top of the stairs they could easily see into both rooms and observe all four of the young men studying. Miss Conrad took Miss Williams arm and motioned for her to follow down the back stairs.

At the foot of the stairs they were met by Miss Bridgeway. "So, ladies, you know which of the gentlemen you will be tending to later?"

"Yes, ma'am," Miss Conrad answered, "I've drawn Thomas and Carl!"

"Very good, Carol. Let's go to the guest room. There are a few things you need to know." Miss Bridgeway turned and the young women followed into their quarters for the evening. On the bed were two long sleeved floral cotton nighties and two quilted robes."

"What's this!" LaToya exclaimed, "It looks like something my grandmother would wear." 

"Indeed." Miss Bridgeway agreed and continued, explaining, "This is the traditional night wear for the ladies in Mrs. Swanson's employ."

"Stodgy!" Carol observed.

"Maybe," Miss Bridgeway agreed, "But effective. Mrs. Swanson feels that it is inappropriate for her house keepers to openly display their sexuality. Only when women take a serious interest in a gentleman should they enhance their natural sexual nature with lingerie that begs for attention. As house keepers your purpose is two fold; first to help our young gentlemen to control their sexual desires and second, to teach them to accept their roles in a female dominated culture. When a man is naked in the presence of clothed women he is naturally at a disadvantage. Revealing your feminine charms diminishes your authority. Female nudity levels the field so to speak and female nudity for the entertainment of men makes those women nothing but sex objects!"

"I see," Carol contemplated Miss Bridgeway's explanation. "But what about us? We are providing sexual release for these young men. When do they learn to serve our needs?"

"You must understand, dear, that as our young men become accustomed to having their semen extracted by a circle of Sisters the act looses its sexual excitement and becomes perfunctory. When he is ready and there is a need he will be schooled in the techniques of making love to his Sister."

"I see." LaToya mused as her understanding of Mrs. Swanson's philosophy deepened.

"Yes," Carol agreed, "It's all starting to make sense now."

"It's almost 7:30; less than two hours until it will be time for our young men to be put to bed. You two might like to rest a bit and then get ready for your next test. I expect you to report to the kitchen when I ring the bell at 7:10, is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Bridgeway." They replied in unison as she left the room. 

LaToya followed Miss Bridgeway to the door and quietly closed it. Turning to face Carol she brought her hands to her mouth suppressing her desire to squeal in delight. "Do you believe this?

"Girl, it was all I could do to contain myself! These women are on to something!"

"Yes indeedie! And Ruthie, do you believe her? I want to know more about her little club." LaToya rejoined.

"Well, first things first!" Carol said as she began to remove her apron.

Latoya was already stepping out of her jumper. "My back is killing me! I've never tried to keep it this straight for so long in my life!"

"I might be able to help that." Carol said as she pulled out the dressing table chair. Sit here with your arms on the back of the chair and rest your head on your arms."

LaToya was down to her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She straddled the chair seat as directed by Carol. "Like this?"

"Perfect!" Carol said, her voice getting just a little raspy. She began kneading LaToya's shoulders. "Girl, you are so hot! You're absolutely stunning! Milk chocolate skin and white lingerie... the boys would be so jealous if they knew what I was doing!"

"That feels great!" LaToya sighed as Carol's fingers kneaded her spine. 

"Your bra is in the way, do you mind?"

"Mind! I'll strip completely if you can make my back feel better!"

Carol unhooked LaToya's bra and then worked her way down LaToya's back. "Feeling any better?"

"Starting to! You have very talented hands! The boys are in for a treat!"

"You think?" Carol replied mockingly as her hands massage LaToya's ribcage, she worked her way up under LaToya's arm pits and could feel the sides of her ample breasts.

"Oh, sweetheart, you do that my nips are going to need some of that 'help'.

"I'd be only too happy to 'help' Carol sighed.

As LaToya leaned back and rested her head between Carol's breasts Carol's hands cupped her tender breasts and she teased her nipples. As they looked at each other in the dressing table mirror LaToya admitted, "I am so horny, Sugar! Playing with all those cocks has my pussy throbbing! I need more help than just pinching my tits!"

Carol pulled Latoya to her feet and as their arms encircled each other their lips met. Carol pushed back and threw the night gowns on the floor. She pulled LaToya to the bed and as they kissed once more her hand stroked LaToya's tummy. LaToya's legs opened in response. "Lower, Sugar Lips, you know what I need!"

Carol's hand cupped LaToya's vulva and exclaimed, "Girl, now I know why Mrs. Swanson likes these old lady panties! You're soaking wet!

As they kissed once more LaToya found Carol's vulva and she chided, "You should talk Hot Pants, you're drenched too."

As they continued to kiss and rub each other's pussy Carol wondered, "What do you suppose the boys would do if they were here?"

"They wouldn't care about Mrs. Swanson's rules; they'd be having a circle jerk!"

Just then the clock chimed 7pm. "Damn, just when I was ready to cum!"

"Later, Sugar, later."