5 comments/ 118282 views/ 6 favorites Martin's Lesson In Self Control By: Quillman Martin's stomach churned as he heard the door opening. He glanced quickly at the clock, 5.30 p.m. This would be Auntie Monica returning from her shopping trip. Martin averted his eyes downwards and continued polishing the tiled floor with a renewed vigour. He had now been at the task for three hours, and the floor had an almost perfect sheen. He heard the click clack of Auntie Monica shoes as she walked across the hall, he knew that he must not look, but temptation was too much. His groin twitched and ached as he caught sight of Aunties high-heeled lace up shoes, and the dark tan of her cuban-heeled seamed stockings, as she deliberately walked within inches of his face. 'You may bring my shopping in later Martin' she instructed without stopping, striding through to the lounge. 'Yes of course Auntie' replied Martin just as he had been instructed, his excitement growing. It seemed only a few days ago that Martin had arrive to spend some time helping his Auntie Monica clear her garden, and he had fallen under her spell almost immediately. Since childhood he had harboured naughty, erotic thoughts about his auntie, but now at 19 years of age, he had deluded himself that he could contain himself sufficiently to disguise them. The elegant and vampish Monica had read him like a book from the start. At 50 years of age she had retained the mystery of her sex, so lacking in younger women it seemed to Martin It was an added aphrodisiac. Martin had quickly become her domestic slave answering her every beck and call as he had been schooled. Initially he had wanted to stand up to her, but one look from her alluring eyes, and her soft mellifluous voice had had him eating out of her hand, quite literally. Martin had quickly learned that his place was to attend to his Aunties every need. If done correctly he would be allowed favours and privileges, if wrong then a series of punishments would follow. At first this seemed to amuse Martin, except that he had quickly discovered that Auntie's punishments were humiliating and strangely pleasurable at the same time. Consequently they were both anticipated and dreaded. It had put Martin in quite a spin. 'I don't think that you are concentrating are you?' The voice brought Martin back to reality. Still on his knees he was aware of Auntie standing about a foot in front of him. Her left foot began tapping on the floor. Martin knew he was in trouble. His throat went dry, and has he tried to speak he stumbled over his words. 'I'm sorry I...' He got no further. Auntie Monica was not interested in his pathetic excuses. She pushed her high-heeled stocking clad foot forward six inches. Martin knew what was expected of him and crawled forward planting a soft kiss on the top of his Aunties delicate foot. 'You will be punished of course. I just cannot have you not paying attention. No doubt your mind was wondering to those naughty thoughts. Well we will soon see about that won't we' With that the foot was withdrawn, and Auntie quickly turned and walked away. Seizing his chance Martin watched the backs of her legs as she strolled away. Her seams perfectly straight and her neat little bottom wriggling in a wonderful dance in her tight fitting pencil skirt that hemmed about three inches above her knee. Martin continued with his task aware that Auntie Monica was on the phone. He could hear her laughing, and heard his name mentioned more than once. After some minutes his name was called. On his hands and knees he crawled into the lounge. Auntie Monica was relaxing on a large chesterfield chair. He legs were crossed, and Martin could not avert his eyes from the shapely curve of her long legs. 'Gin & tonic then shoes' the command was crisp and curt. Martin went to the drinks cabinet and made the drink as he had been shown. Placing the crystal glass on a small tray he returned on his knees to offer the drink. It was taken with a quiet thankyou. Auntie Monica extended her leg so that her left foot was now inches from his face. He skilfully and with great care unlaced and removed the shoe, and began to lovingly caress the nylon-clad foot. 'As a special treat you may lick my arch' came her soft voice from above him. Martin closed his eyes and revelled in the moment. If only time could stand still. He longed for nothing more that to be a devoted slave to his Auntie Monica. To please her at every turn. Yet it seemed a task beyond his capabilities. At times he would please his Auntie, only find at other times she would be angry and dismissive of him for no apparent reason. Martin hated these moments, and would have redoubled his efforts to please Auntie Monica whatever it took. Hours later she would be as loving and caring as ever. 'Well now Martin what are going to do with you?' It was an ominous rhetorical statement that meant trouble. 'You do deserve punishment don't you?' Martin knew the answer. 'Yes Auntie Monica' he whimpered before returning to her foot, his tongue now drawing long loving rasps across the nylon arch. 'Good' replied his Auntie. 'It is always helpful when naughty boys like you know when they have done wrong' and Auntie has something very special for you...' After what seemed like twenty minutes Martin was aware of other people entering the room. He did not avert his eyes, but knew immediately from the greeting that Aunties June & Rita were seated either side of him. They seemed to be taking great pleasure from his servant role. 'Say hello to your Aunties' invited Monica. Martin looked up at each in turn and greeted them accordingly. Like his Auntie Monica they were both dressed in tight fitting suits with knee length skirts. Auntie June wore black suede high heels and black seamed nylons, but Martin's stomach lurched even further when he noticed that Auntie Rita was wearing knee length leather boots. They were close fitting and tapered at the knee, cutting away to behind the leg. Martin's face reddened. Auntie Monica now toyed with his growing manhood through the front of his trousers. Her stockinged foot drawing lazy circles around his groin. 'Can you see what I mean He is such a naughty boy' Both Aunties agreed, and it became clear to Martin that they had been invited here to take part in one of Aunties punishments. 'I think we should wash away those naughty thoughts, don't you?' Martin didn't answer. Instead his mind was racing. The prospect of being the centre of attention form these three gorgeous ladies was enthralling. But at the same time Martin had the fear of all men: that of humiliation and ridicule. It was pain and pleasure combined. He imagined what would happen if ever his girlfriend knew that he was acting out his fantasy, and as for his friends... His thoughts were interrupted by Auntie Monica's voice, 'Kitchen chair Martin, in the hall way; be quick about it, go on!' Martin scrambled to his feet, but his Auntie's voice stopped him in his tracks, 'Aren't you forgetting something?' Monica snapped her fingers and pointed to her discarded shoe. Martin dropped to the floor and lovingly replaced the shoe on Auntie's foot. His hands trembled as he gently touched the magic feel of her nylons. He was not being as attentive as he should be, and knew that he would pay dearly. Once completed he hurried to the kitchen and placed the wooden chair in the centre of the large tiled hall as instructed. He dropped to his knees by the chair and waited. After a few moments his Aunties appeared in the hall. They had consumed several drinks and seemed to be enjoying the occasion. ' Well now, let's see just what sort of a man you really are...clothes off! The ladies laughed amongst themselves as Martin stood up, and with trembling hands went to remove his shirt. 'Oh no you don't! Trousers first!' Martin unbuttoned and removed his trousers, followed by his shoes and socks, and reluctantly his CK thongs. His Auntie's mocked him cruelly as he attempted to hide his throbbing erection beneath the front of his shirt. His face felt as if it were on fire. 'Now your shirt and tie' (Auntie Monica had always insisted that he should look smart for her) finally naked, Martin was told to sit in the chair. Auntie Rita appeared with a long length of soft rope, and within minutes Martin was expertly bound to the chair, which was then tipped onto its back. Martin turned his head to one side. His Aunties towered above him, their strength and femininity overpowering and subduing him instantly. Auntie June placed a bowl of warm soapy water beside the chair. Each Auntie reached into the water and lathered thier hands from a large piece of soap. Auntie Monica's voice now took control. 'My dear Martin, why do you persist in failing me so often? I know that you have been reading those dirty magazines, and I know that you have been having wicked thoughts about your Auntie. This is for you own benefit. We are going to wash away those naughty thoughts, but you are not to come. If you fail me, this will be as nothing compared to what will happen. Do you understand me Martin?' His situation was hopeless of course. As soon as Auntie Monica had finished speaking, six soft and warm soapy hands began playing and stroking around his thighs, groin and ever growing manhood. Martin began to writhe and groan and used every inch of his willpower to do as his Auntie had instructed, but it was useless. As his Aunties crouched and changed position, Martin could not help but look up their skirts. The sight of the contrast of taught nylon stocking against bare flesh proved too much. Like a dam that had been held back Martin came with a thrust against his bonds. Spoonfuls of cum blended with the soap and splashed against several nylon legs. Lost in the moment Martin attempted to regain some control, but the soft hands of his Auntie Monica ensured that he was 'milked dry'. Almost immediately Auntie Monica stood and went to the phone where she took a call from an admirer. Martin could hear the conversation as they laughed and cajoled each other on the phone. It added to his humiliation. Auntie's Rita and June continued to toy with his now limp manhood, baiting him into another erection which was just physically impossible so soon. He was left there whilst they retired to the lounge for further drinks. In fact he remained there for another hour whilst the three ladies laughed and shrieked aloud as they exchanged stories from the comfort of the lounge chairs. Eventually the Auntie's left, and Martin was untied. A dog collar was placed around his neck and Auntie Monica walked him on the lead into the lounge his bare body brushing against her long stockinged legs. She sat back in her chair, and fixed him with a steely look. Martin went to avert his eyes, but he noticed his Auntie Monica smiling. 'Oh dear Martin, I have so much to teach you, and I know that you want so much to be a man for me'. She stroked his hair with her hand' but you failed me didn't you?' Martin grovelled at her feet and struggled to find his words. ' Anything Auntie Monica, I promise anything to make it up to you. Oh please God I swear anything, please let me be a man for you' Auntie smiled knowingly. ' Well maybe, just maybe I might give you another chance, but I will have a special lesson for you that I think will be difficult for you to accept. Of course I could always send you home?' Almost sobbing for forgiveness Martin promised to agree to anything, anything at all to be able to claw back some of his dignity. Little did he know that what Auntie had planned would plunge him into even greater degradation. She smiled lovingly. 'Is there a nice little boy who would like to go and warm up Aunties bed for her?' Martin could not believe his ears. The collar was removed and after clearing up the hall, washing the glasses and putting away Auntie's new clothes. Martin was allowed to warm up Auntie's bed. As he snuggled under the sheets he reflected on just how lucky he was to have an Auntie like Monica. Forbidden naughty thoughts raced through his head, he could feel his manhood pulsating and throbbing as Auntie walked through the bedroom door... Martin's Lesson In Self Control Ch. 02 For those of you who enjoyed the first story. Many thanks for your kind comments. .......................................... It had been two days since my initiation into Auntie Monica's ways. My head was still spinning from the experience my new found, if somewhat embarrassing sexual thrills at the hands of my aunt and her mature friends. She had been reserved towards me since. It was as if nothing had happened. This simply served to heighten my sense of curiosity. I was a confident, strapping 19 year old, with a girlfriend in London, yet my aunt had the ability to turn my legs to jelly, it left me feeling like a naughty schoolboy. It was wicked and wonderful. I had gone to bed relatively early having spent a busy day clearing Auntie Monica's large garden and lawn of fallen leaves. I was dozing lightly when I became aware of the gentle sound of Auntie Monica's voice calling me downstairs from my bed. It was like music to my ears. I shuffled into the lounge clutching at my pyjama trousers. Auntie Monica was there with her three friends. All elegantly dressed ladies of around her own age. They were sat in an arrangement of chairs, smartly dressed in crisp 1950s style skirts, and each had very long shapely legs, clad in sheer nylons with high-heeled shoes. They smiled warmly and invitingly at me. All wore make up perfectly, beautiful dark eyes and glistening red lips causing me to feel weak at the knee. Auntie Monica summoned me closer until I stood with my legs touching her knees. I felt a stirring in my stomach and loins. She took hold of my pyjama cord; ‘it's all frayed at the end' with that she pulled on it causing it to pull from my waistband. I felt embarrassed and panicked, clutching even tighter at the waist. The ladies laughed and my face reddened deeper. My heart thumped in my chest; I trembled in that exquisite mixture of pleasure, anticipation and humiliation that only some men know, yet few will admit. 'Auntie Rita has had a busy day shopping, would you like to massage her feet?' teased Auntie Monica. I was encouraged to kneel on the floor. Three gorgeous pairs of legs were now around me and I was only inches away from any of them. I felt myself growing, twitching and my face felt as if it was on fire. Auntie Rita had slipped off her right shoe and her small neat stocking clad foot now dangled inches from my face. 'Don't be shy 'she mused. I reached forward but instantly felt my pyjamas slipping down and in a rush returned my hands to my waistband. 'Now now both hands, just as you do for me' teased Auntie Monica. I leaned forward slightly in an attempt to balance my pyjamas on my hips, and extend both hands. The touch was magic, my fingers gently tickled along the arch of her foot. Auntie Rita emitted a giggle, and threw her head back. I was in heaven as she shrieked and laughed as I continued to run my fingers all over her foot. 'I think our little friend is having naughty thoughts' murmured Auntie Monica from my right. I went to let go but was stopped with an 'ah ah don't be naughty, both hands on Auntie Rita's foot'. With a pounding heart I returned both hands and now a kiss to Auntie Rita's stockinged toes. One slightest move and my pyjamas would slip. To my delight and horror I then felt the soft touch of Auntie Monica's nyloned foot tracing a path around he tops of my pyjamas. I gasped in excitement as she teasingly played with me, before I felt my pyjamas slipping down. 'What a naughty boy' uttered Auntie June on my left who had now joined in. By now I was fully exposed. My head buried in Auntie Rita's feet revelling in both the pleasure and the humiliation as my twitching erection was examined by all my Aunties. The sensations were too much. Aunties Monica and June were now rhythmically rubbing their soles up and down my cock slowly and methodically. My tummy felt as if it were turning to jelly and a warm sensation welled up from deep inside my loins within seconds my cock seemed to explode. Thick jets of white cum splashed onto nylon clad legs leaving a ‘string of pearls' I felt sick and weak with pleasure, closed my eyes and planted a deep and longing kiss on Auntie Rita's arch. It seemed as though time stood still. My face burned, but I kept my eyes closed, sensing the exciting feel of nylon on my lips. I heard my Aunties laughing and talking, but their words were just murmurs somewhere from way above me. I felt the soothing hand of Aunty Monica stroking my head, 'Well, what a good boy'.................hands gently reached down and pulled my pyjama trousers up. Still embarrassed I was encouraged to stand up. I felt humiliated and my tummy was leaping, but the warm and friendly smiles of the three ladies made me feel instantly better. Guilt and shame coupled with ecstasy coursed through my veins. I felt more like an errant schoolboy than an adult man. I watched fascinated as Auntie Rita replaced her high-heeled shoes on her elegant feet. Lifting her leg as she did for full effect. 'Now now, that's enough for one night mocked Auntie Monica, steering me towards the stairs. She gently whispered in my ears to go to her large bed and 'warm it up for her'. I clutched at my waistband, hurried up the stairs, and quickly snuggled beneath her duvet. For several minutes I could hear my Aunties talking and laughing as they shared a drink. I drifted in and out of a comforting sleep, and awoke to hear good-byes being exchanged on the doorstep. I breathed in deeply, and noticed for the first time the strong fragrance of Auntie Monica's perfume in the bed. My hand instinctively went to my groin, where I could feel myself already becoming aroused. The room glowed from a soft light as I heard Auntie Monica coming up the stairs. As the door opened I closed my eyes feigning sleep. Through half closed eyes I watched with fascination, as to my delight (and growing sense of guilt) she started to undress. Firstly her skirt, which she stepped out of neatly, before turning her back on me to hang it over a chair. My eyes widened with curiosity as she stood with her back to me clad in her silk white blouse, four inch high heels and a glorious pair of dark tan cuban heeled seamed stockings which were braced back, thus making her legs appear even longer than they were. It was all staged of course; suddenly those lovely dulcet tones asked ‘Are you being a naughty boy and looking at your auntie? I drew my legs up in embarrassed horror in an attempt to hide my already bulging erection. Auntie Monica turned and came and sat on the edge of the bed, with a swish of nylon, she crossed her elegant legs. She gently stroked my hair before sliding her hand down under the sheets. I felt her gently take me in hand. 'My my, you really are a strong young man aren't you' she asked. I tried to reply but my throat had gone dry, and my inaudible response came out as a gasp. Auntie Monica's hand continued to slowly and methodically slide up and down my shaft as she smiled at me in her own special very alluring way. I knew now that this was fun, and that I wasn't in trouble. I had a girlfriend of course, but nothing felt like this. I seemed to be on the verge of discovering something very exciting, yet naughty and secret. The churning in my stomach told me there was nothing better! Auntie Monica shifted slightly, and from the dimness of the room, a long leg appeared, and gently rested across my face. I close my eyes to savour the taste, the fragrance and the sensation of nylon, 'You made Auntie Rita feel very good, very good indeed, now lets see if you can do the same for me' I felt her stocking clad toes seeking the warmth of my mouth, and I mischievously grated my teeth along her arch causing her to squeal, and temporarily pull away. She quickly replaced her foot, and this time her squeals became low pitched moans as my teeth and tongue danced tenderly across the edges and tips of her toes, the redness of her nail polish visible through the sheerness of her nylons After a few moments Auntie Monica released her grip on me, and I noticed that her breathing was now becoming rapid and uncontrolled. 'Don't stop, you good boy' she forcibly whispered. I cradled her shapely stockinged ankles in my hands and began to kiss and lick softly. The sensation of nylon on my tongue and the fragrance of auntie's perfume mingled with the essence of leather from her shoe. My tongue rasped in slow deliberate strokes. Lifting her leg I trailed my tongue along the seam of her stocking. On reaching the back of her knee she emitted an uncontrolled moan. I softly caressed the inside of her thigh and toyed at her stocking top. Auntie Monica clutched at my hair and pulled my head between her legs. I needed no further encouragement, teasing her for a few seconds before trailing my inquisitive tongue into her satiny recess. Her slim body bucked and writhed as if one possessed. She begged pleaded thrust, heaved pulled; before shrieking aloud Her body went stiff before she collapsed on the bed. For some moments she lay still, her eyes closed, but I noticed the traces of a smile forming across her beautiful crimsoned lips. She reached up, and cradled an arm around my neck. ‘I think your Aunties are just going to love you' she murmured softly, before cuddling me close to her slim and firm body..............