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Ms. Andre Dates My Dad

By: jeffrey214



I was about 12 years old when my mother passed away. After that, I lived with my father, Ted, in our little 3 bedroom house. Dad worked in an insurance office of some kind, a fairly boring job, but he loved me and took very good care of me. Dad was had dark brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin like me. He was about 5'9" tall and was a muscular 160 lbs, fairly handsome, and of a quiet and intelligent personality.

I grew up watching him work hard to make our home and we were happy. Dad didn't date much during all that time, but when I had just turned 18 and my dad was 38, he met a woman named Jordan Andre and he fell in love. They began dating regularly and Dad was happier than I'd seen him in a long time. I met her early on since it seemed she always came to our house to pick dad up for dates, and she drove her large Mercedes. She was taller, perhaps 5'11", well over 6' in her heels, quite curvy but not overweight at all. She dressed very feminine in a sort of austere way, heels, skirt, lacey blouse, sharp jacket, and some jewelry, adorned her stunning black hair, grey eyes, and authoritative manner. I remember hearing my father, even from the earliest dates, respond to her with "yes, dear", or if she was giving a firm instruction, "yes, ma'am". I just thought it was their way, and it seemed very natural, so I started addressing her that way with "yes, ma'am," and she would smile and call me a 'good boy', just the same way she did to dad.

She was very beautiful and I had a crush on her too. She was so beautiful, so powerful, and she had an air of dignity and leadership about her. She treated me very well, giving me hugs and little pats on my bottom, kisses on my cheeks, always very concerned and caring about what was happening in my life. She was very maternal toward me but never gave the feeling that she could or would replace my mother in my heart, but that she would provide me with female guidance and wisdom to help me.

She was some kind of doctor, and I later learned she was an urologist, a doctor specializing in the treatment of male genitals, especially fertility issues, and had her own successful practice in the city. She lived in a big house set well back from the road in a ritzy area; clearly she had money which was something we never really did. I had learned that Ms. Andre had two daughters older than me, one was 21 and the other was 23, both were studying at university.

FIRST SLEEP OVER

After she and my father had dated a few months, there came a time when Ms. Andre invited my dad and I to visit her home and stay over a night. Her daughters were still at university so it would only be the three of us. 

When Saturday came, she picked us up in her Mercedes and took us about half an hours' drive to an exclusive area outside of town.

Her home was magnificent. She had gardeners, a pool boy, and cleaning ladies that came each week to keep things spotless. She showed dad and I to our rooms, which were small quarters off the service area (kitchen, laundry, and pantry). They must have been servants' quarters in the house's design.

Dad and I got settled in and then we went to the living room to sit for a while and talk. I got bored pretty quickly and Ms Andre offered that I could give myself a tour of the house, and then hang out in the game and watch TV or play pool, whatever. 

I strolled around from room to room and noticed two unusual things. 

First, that there were works of art all around; statues, photos, paintings, and virtually every one of them featured male nudity in some way. There was a large portrait in the hallway of a muscular man, very well endowed, lying naked above silk sheets as though asleep. The view was from the foot of the bed, looking down on him between his spread thighs, his heavy testicles lewdly revealed in his relaxed scrotum, and his thick and long penis laying across his thigh, veins and the underside of his crown detailed exquisitely. The man in the painting had no visible pubic hair, as though it was shaved, so that his genitals were fully displayed without anything to hide them. I felt my penis thickening in my pants, somehow it was exciting to see a naked man so clearly. I was not excited to look at him as much as I felt it would be wonderful to be him, a nude model, painted by a woman, then the painting owned by a woman for women's eyes to feast upon for all time. My penis throbbed again. How many women had thereby 'seen' him naked? Over how many years had his perfection been untouched by age and enjoyed by women?

The second unusual thing was that I noticed small paddles here and there, some casually left on a table or bureau, some hanging by a leather thong on the wall near a doorway or as part of a display. The more I looked around, the more different paddles I saw. There was wood, leather, combinations, a strap with a handle, a small whip with many leather strips in a bundle, each in its own special place. Many had little hearts or other feminine insignias. Words like "love", "tender care", "nurture" as though these were accoutrements of a loving home. One black leather paddle was branded "for a naughty boy", and that made my penis throb. So many implements in so many places, a person wouldn't have to walk 10 paces in this house to get their hands on one. I imagined being across Ms. Andre's lap having my bottom swatted and found it was an exciting image.

So it seemed that Ms Andre liked to look at the naked male form, and she had a thing for spanking implements. I didn't know if she had used them to spank her daughters, but with all the art around, I sort of suspected she liked to spank boys. Perhaps even spanking grown men. I finally arrived at my destination -- the game room.

In the middle of the game room was great pool table and I knocked some balls around for a while. I noticed several stacks of magazines and started looking through them. I was amazed to find that many of them were 'Playgirl', not that I should be shocked, given the art on the walls. I looked through them, seeing the pictures of the naked men and felt a strange sensation in my belly, thinking of the totally-hot Ms. Andre enjoying so many explicit pictures of naked males in both flaccid and erect states, and over so many years of subscription.

I looked around in some drawers in the bookcases and found some picture books. In them were many snapshots of Ms. Andre in pretty dresses posing next to men who were completely naked. Big penises, small penises, flaccid, erect, circumcised, uncircumcised, it ran the whole gamut of male nudity. She was always smiling. I wondered how she knew so many men and why they posed nude with her.

I found another book, hidden in the back. In this book, there were pictures of many different women in many states of dress, even some in exciting lingerie, but never naked. What they all had in common was that each picture featured a naked man across their laps, bottom up, receiving a spanking with her bare hand or a paddle of some kind. It appeared that the spankings were severe as many of the lighter-skinned men had very red bottoms and some with real bruises. As I turned the pages I saw men strapped down over a gym horse of some kind and a woman was using a long thin strip of wood on their bottoms, leaving angry red streaks and some close up pictures of the men's bottoms with real welts.

My bottom tightened involuntarily as I looked at these photos, and I couldn't explain why my penis was getting stiffer in my pants again. There was something exciting about males being naked and women being clothed. The men were vulnerable and the women were powerful, especially when a woman was spanking the man and especially when the man was tied down, helpless and naked, receiving strokes from the long canes. I put the books away carefully so that my perusal would not be discovered.

I looked at some books on the shelves and saw a section where the Author was "Victoria Andre, Phd." I saw that they had titles like "Men in the care of Women", "A Lady's guide to keeping an obedient husband", and "Domestic discipline for the female-led household". One that I had to take down and look at was "New ways to properly clothe your man". In this book, there were various garments, mostly underwear, swimwear, and 'house clothes', all designed by the Author. The drawings and pictures showed that all of these clothes were designed specifically to display male genitalia by 'presenting' the genitals in thin and sheer 'pouches'. There were even trousers designed with an opening at the crotch so that the pouch of the undergarment displayed the man's genitals. There were pictures of male models on a catwalk in all of the underwear and outfits, strutting before an audience of happy clapping women.

The last book was "A Bride's guide to better marriage ceremony". It was filled with advice and pictures showing how to spank a man, how to touch and pleasure his penis without allowing ejaculation, how to put a plastic chastity device on him to stop him masturbating without "permission and supervision", and advice to severely limit the number of times per month he is allowed to spill semen. 

The final picture set was of a groom in a wedding tuxedo that was completely normal, except that the pants were very tight and at the groin there was an opening, allowing a sheer pink pouch to cradle the man's dangling genitals. It was like a wedding album where the groom and groomsmen were all dressed in these pants that put their genitals on display, posing for all the usual wedding pictures. The bride was photographed tossing a sheer jock strap into a crowd of clamoring women and it was the groom that threw his bouquet to the waiting men. The set included sample vows for the husband-to-be, with the words "honor and obey" spoken by the male. Also, a pledge of fidelity; "I give you my body, my genitals, and my semen to be solely yours, I recognize your authority in our home, and I acknowledge your right to date and enjoy other men while I remain solely yours."

This all had my mind swimming in a sea of role-reversal with the woman in charge of her man, in complete control of everything. This was very new to me but I felt strangely intrigued and interested in these things. 

I also found a book by Victoria Andre entitled "Letters from young Ladies". In it were verbatim letters that the Author had received from female students in her classes. It was apparent that this 'Victoria' was a professor of 'Women's Studies' and 'Human Sexuality' at the university. Many of her students had written letters in response to the question, "When/how did you first know you enjoyed seeing naked men?"

The first letter was from a graduate student of 23 years, named Kimberly.

Dear Dr. Andre,

When I turned 18, my Aunt Beth took me out on the town. She was always known as the 'wild one' of the family, and boy was she! She took me to an exclusive members-only club in the big city where I grew up that I had never known existed. It was in a posh neighborhood at a large home owned by a woman named 'J'. Aunt Beth had told me this was a "Ladies" club, suitable for women who had a taste for male nudity. On the way over, she explained that tonight was a "Clothed-Female / Nude-Male" party, otherwise known as CFNM. There would be probably 30 or more women of all ages, and somewhere around 10 or so fit men of all ages. The rules of the party were simple: the women were to remain clothed at all times, and the men were to remain naked at all times. Women could touch the men as they pleased but not the other way around.

She went on to say that the men would serve as waiters and entertainers, remaining naked the entire night, and they were required to obey any command given by a woman, including me! She said if I wanted to touch their penises, squeeze their testicles, feel their bottoms, it was totally allowed and in fact I was encouraged to do so. She said this would be the night for me to answer every question I had about male anatomy so that I'd never have to 'learn' in the back of a boy's car.

I was both very nervous and very excited!

We arrived and I was greeted at the door by our hostess, who immediately summoned a naked man to take our coats and scarves. He was amazing! I'd only seen 3 penises in my life, and they were my bothers, my cousin's, and my dads, all by accident and no touching, just a fleeting glimpse.

Here was a 30-year-old man, muscular, naked, and he had a big penis! It was flaccid and yet had to be 6" long and was thick. His pubic hair was shaved so I could see absolutely everything! I couldn't help it, I just stared. And more amazing, he just stood there grinning, letting me look!

After giving me plenty of time to have a good ogle, my Aunt Beth stepped forward and said, "Spread 'em, Thomas," and reached down and proceeded to feel up his balls right in front of me. Thomas said, "yes, Ma'am," and widened his stance, still grinning. I was shocked that my Aunt Beth knew his name -- that meant she'd seen him before -- maybe at a naked party! I also heard him give a little gasp as Beth firmly fondled his testes. I watched his penis throb a bit, getting bigger before my eyes. Beth took my hand and pulled me closer under the gleeful eyes of our hostess. 

Beth said, "Hold his cock in your hand and feel it get hard, quickly girl!" 

My hand was suddenly full of the first penis I had ever touched. It was so warm, pulsing, and alive. I wrapped my fingers around it gently and felt it grow and stiffen right there in my hand. I watched the head swell and pulse and turn purple before my eyes. Soon Thomas was very stiff like a board, and easily 8" long. I couldn't help but squeeze a little to feel it. His penis was amazing! It was like velvet wrapping a steel rod. I imagined its length and girth ramming into me and wow -- what a thought! It was so exciting!

Beth took my other hand to replace hers at his testicles, encouraging me to feel him up. His testes were so hot and firm, dangling deliciously in his soft hairless scrotum -- so delicate yet manly. I had never felt a testicle before and it was fascinating to feel their shape and the bumps and bulges where the tubes attached to them. I took my time, gently exploring his most vulnerable parts and I felt so powerful that he trusted me to have his testes in my hand. They were much bigger than I had expected. I had thought that testicles were spherical, but found they were egg-shaped as I rolled them in my palm and fingers. Compared to my hand, all his man parts felt so big and strong. I was beside myself with the joy of discovery and I could feel my panties getting wet.

After several minutes, Beth whispered, "there are at least 10 more cocks in here for you to explore, and you'll have more time with Thomas too. Let's get a drink and see some other naked boys." She winked at me and said, "Be a polite lady and thank Thomas for letting you feel his penis and testicles."

I looked up into his eyes and said, "Thank you Thomas that was amazing!"

He grinned and said, "Thank you, Ma'am; I am honored to have you touch me." He smiled happily taking our coats away, his big cock and balls flopping and jiggling as he walked, and his butt was so cute! I was happier than I had ever been!

To make a long story short, for the next 4 hours I was immersed in penises and testicles. I felt up all the men who ranged in age from 55 (way older than my dad), to a young man I'd seen before at school who was only 19 and it was his first time too! We sort of hung out together, (or rather, he hung out for me!), and I played with his penis and testicles several times. There was so much variety! Big, small, thick, thin, curved, straight, light pink and darker colors -- I learned to appreciate the differences and how every boy was unique and beautiful in his own way, not matter how big or small his genitals.

I got to see all 10 men masturbate to ejaculation at the end of the party, which of course I had never seen before. It was amazing -- all that semen spurting in different ways from different penises! It was fascinating!

So, now it's 5 years later. I've been to several of these parties and have invited a few of my girlfriends to attend, and boy did they have a good time! I even have invited two boys, and one of the boys actually did it! After that party, I dated him on and off for a year, and on every date I required that he strip for me and remain nude while I kept my clothes on! From that relationship I learned to really enjoy giving a boy a hand-job. It feels so powerful to control a penis, deciding when to torment him with pleasure and when to allow him to spurt. Now I love to 'make' a boy come when I decide, no matter how much he begs!!

I love seeing naked boys, and have taken your advice and bought some naked man art to put in my apartment to show the world that I enjoy and appreciate the nude male form. My roommate Cathy has learned to love it too! And we have a rule in my apartment on weekends -- any boy in my house has to strip at the door and stay undressed the entire visit, no matter what!

Sincerely,

Kimberly

After reading that letter, my penis was completely erect again, and I desperately needed to masturbate. I'd never known anything like this -- women enjoying naked men -- and I seriously thought that I'd enjoy being one of the naked boys. I really knew I would like it. I imagined what it would be like to be naked in a room full of clothed women -- their eyes devouring me and their hands exploring me. I imagined being forced to masturbate while they watched and it sent butterflies in my belly doing cartwheels!

I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, I pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, pretending to be a boy masturbating in the room filled with clothed women, all of them watching me. I was so excited that I quickly came really hard and spurted a lot of semen all over the counter top.

Just then there was a knock at the door and I quickly pulled up my pants and answered it, worried about my semen was all over my hand, the sink and the counter. I had barely opened the door and Ms Andre took me by the arm and lead me back toward the living room saying, "It's 10 o'clock and time for boys to be in bed in my house, Jeffrey, let's get you to your room and into your pajamas." I couldn't argue, and as she led me through the game room, I saw that I had left the book open to Kimberly's letter on the bureau, and I knew there was my semen, still all over the counter in the bathroom. I silently prayed she wouldn't find these things until I'd had a chance to take care of it in the morning.

Ms. Andre stopped at the door and let me go into the room. That was the first time I noticed the room had no door, just a door frame. She said, "Go ahead and change for bed, dear."

I had unpacked my clothes when we'd arrived. But when I looked in the drawers, many things were missing, principally my underwear and my pajamas. Instead there were 2 pairs of little pink briefs made of sheer stretchy fabric and pronounced 'pouches' where I had left my tighty-whiteys. My long legged and long sleeved flannel pajamas were replaced by a set of what looked like girl's pajamas lay out on the bed. They consisted of a tiny pink satin brief that looked like panties but had a noticeable 'pouch' at the groin, and a matching pink button-up satin shirt that was long-sleeved, but short enough I knew it wouldn't cover the briefs.

Ms. Andre said, "Jeffrey, my sister Victoria is a clothing designer among other things, and she made me promise that all my men would wear her clothes when they visited me. She likes to design underpants, swimwear, and sleepwear for boys. They are all based on the design she calls 'pouch-panties', and she claims they are much healthier for boys to wear, since a boy's testicles were meant to dangle freely. I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of replacing your things with some of her creations. It would make me and her very pleased if you were to wear them while you're here, and of course you can keep them as our gift to you." She smiled at me, "I'm sure that once you get used to wearing them, they'll feel very good on you."


Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 02



SECOND SLEEP-OVER

Note: It might be best for you to read the first part of this story, "Ms. Andre dates my dad" before reading this part. Thanks!

A few weeks went by with Dad going out with Ms Andre, and after a few more dates, Ms. Andre again invited dad and me to come to her house, but this time to stay over a long summer holiday weekend, so that the two families could get better acquainted. This time, her daughters would be home and she also had an additional guest -- her sister Victoria.

She again picked us up and brought us to her house. We got unpacked in our rooms and Ms Andre told us that everyone was gathering at the pool so we should get into the swimming suits she had laid out for us, and then to join them. She said that our two little briefs, both white, would look wonderful on us and we'd "look cute as a matched set". She gave my father a serious look and said, "You may join us at the pool wearing these nice swimming suits, I'll have towels there for you boys, so don't bring anything else. And don't keep us waiting."

My dad's eyes looked down at her feet and he said, "yes, Ma'am."

She smiled, "Good boys," and left.

I studied the 'swimming suit' in my hands a moment and saw that it had a pronounced 'pouch' made of different fabric than the rest of the garment, but didn't have the elastic ring like our pajama bottoms and pouch panties she had already given us. The pouch of the swimming suit was almost wispy, the fabric was so thin and sheer and seamless white. 

My dad and I quickly got out of our suits and ties, stripped naked and put on the little briefs. It was then that I first really noticed that my dad had no pubic hair anymore, his genitals were clean shaven. It was very different, and in some way very nice looking. His genitals looked very clean. I put on my briefs and saw that they were sheer enough that the dark patches of my pubic hair showed through a little even above the pouch. Luckily, I had fairly sparse and light colored hair, so it didn't look like a big black bush or anything, but I wondered if I should try shaving down there too...

My dad's briefs snugly fit him and seemed all white, though the shape of his penis was clearly evident because the pouch was of the thinner, sheerer fabric that was very clingy and very stretchy, almost gauze-like.

I said, "These suits are so tiny and thin, I feel embarrassed to meet strangers. And my pubic hair looks kind of odd in this suit."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," he said. "It's best for us to just do what she asked, it makes life much easier." I started looking for something to cover up with and dad said, "She wants us to come to the pool in these briefs and nothing else, Jeffrey, so let's just get it over with."

We walked down the hall, through the living room and den, through the bar and game room, and finally to the glass door leading to the pool. I looked around as we walked and again noticed all the bronzes and statues, and the paintings and photos on the walls. Every piece of art depicted full, explicit male nudity of some kind, and there were no female nudes. Again, I thought of how this family of females must all enjoy these artworks, and now my dad and I were going to be 'living art' for their enjoyment. And what could be more natural than for women to look at naked males?

I remembered the "intimate time" I had spent with Ms. Andre during our last visit, how she had guided me to masturbate for her and had whispered such naughty things in my ear, making me confess all of my darkest fantasies. I shuddered at what the weekend would hold for me, what new revelations I would learn about this family of women, and about myself. I was filled with fear and excitement as I bravely walked toward my next adventure in this woman's home. I would, in moments, be confronted with two college-aged daughters of Ms. Andre, and her sister Victoria, the author of all those books in the game room. I worried if they would find me attractive. I worried that my body wasn't good enough for them, especially compared with all the art work in the house, whose subjects were always well-endowed. 

Will butterflies dancing in my belly, I kept walking behind my dad, following his lead.

We paused at the glass door and my dad said, "Jeffrey, remember we are guests here and the ladies will be in charge. This is their home and we need to be polite and cooperative. It's best for us to be obedient and grateful. If they ask you to do something, it's best to do it cheerfully and make them happy. Do you understand?" 

I wondered if my dad had met these women before, and if so, what had happened between them. He seemed comfortable with the idea of being among the ladies dressed in these "swimming suits" of ours. I wondered if the daughters or the sister of Ms Andre had already seen my dad naked at some previous time...

I nodded and he opened the door and we stepped out into the sunlight to present ourselves to the smiling faces of 4 women, 3 of which I had never met. I gulped because suddenly the reality of wearing such a tiny sheer pouch, which so completely revealed my genitals, truly hit me. I fought the urge to run back inside. Fantasy or no fantasy, this was a situation I was afraid of.

The two younger girls were obviously Ms. Andre's daughters, Becca, 21, and Erin, 23. They were both stunning beauties in little black bikinis with sheer robes over them. They were both like their mother, raven hair, grey eyes, voluptuous. It was hard not to stare at their beauty. Ms. Andre appeared at my side, wearing a deep purple one-piece suit that was halter-style with no back, but two wide swaths of fabric barely able to cover her ample breasts, which attached to a ring, low on her belly, connecting to the 'panty' portion of her suit. She was absolutely stunning, even though she was in her late forties, and she took my breath away. 

She put her arm on my shoulders and introduced me to her daughters. I shook hands with each girl as they looked me up and down, smiling. 

Ms Andre gave me a kiss on the cheek, said "I'll leave you kids alone to get acquainted," and led my dad away to see her sister, leaving me alone with the girls.

"Nice to meet you, Jeffrey," said Erin, "you look really nice in your suit."

"Yes," said Becca, as she boldly felt my arm, "so muscular and yummy, just a chip off the old block, isn't he?"

It was very embarrassing the way both girls were looking at and feeling my body. Their eyes would go back and forth from the sheer pouch of my little brief to my face and back, making me very self conscious. I felt butterflies in my belly, nervousness, and a little excitement in being so 'exposed' in their sight. The way they looked at me so blatantly made me feel like a piece of meat, or property. I supposed this was how women felt when leering men would ogle them with lustful intent. It made me shiver.

Erin said, looking at my pouch, "I can see the family resemblance," and they both giggled. "You know, once he gets his full growth and all..." 

I looked startled at this statement. 

Seeing that, Becca said, "Silly boy, of course we've seen your dad completely nude, he's been here many an evening since mom started dating him. He's very attractive, and his penis is beautiful, especially erect." She smiled, watching the embarrassment on my face and the redness of my blushing. 

Erin added, "And now that mom shaves him, he looks really good." Becca nodded enthusiastically.

I had suspected the possibility that my dad had been naked in front of these girls, since he was strangely comfortable coming out to the pool in the sheer-pouched suit. But now that I was faced with the proof that these girls had seen my dad naked, the knowledge gave me such an odd feeling. I was shocked at the revelation, but somehow excited too.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, Jeffrey," said Erin, "it's just the normal way of things in our family."

"Yes," said Becca, "I'm sure you'll get used to it sooner than you think."

As my brain was trying to process these revelations, and doing a poor job of coming up with any kind of response, Ms. Andre returned and rescued me by taking me by the arm and leading me away to introduce me to her sister. I couldn't help it, but my penis was beginning to feel a little heavier and I was very aware how my genitals swayed in front of me as I walked beside Ms. Andre. I was afraid I would soon have a very embarrassing erection!

The 40-something beautiful Brunette I was soon presented to was Victoria Andre, Jordan's younger sister. She was a professor at university and the author of those books in the game room.

She greeted me warmly with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, Jeffrey," she said, "Jordan has told me so much about you."

I blushed, wondering just how much she had been told, and then I recovered enough to say, "I'm glad to meet you, Ma'am." 

She smiled warmly, gave me a hug and said, 'Nice to meet you, Jeffrey, you're a fine looking young man."

Victoria was wearing a bright yellow one-piece suit with a plunging neckline and high-cut thighs, showing off her voluptuous figure. I couldn't help but notice that the lower portion of her suit clung to her body, clearly outlining the cleft of her labia. Her feminine lower lips were full and large and clearly defined in the thin yellow fabric. Her heavy breasts jiggled wonderfully with her slightest movements, and her large nipples poked out at me. "Up here, Jeffrey," she whispered conspiratorially, "it's not nice to look at a Lady's breasts instead of her face."

I blushed, "I'm sorry..." I was conscious of another little throb in my groin from being in the presence of so many beautiful women. They were all so curvy and mature and sexy and I was on estrogen overload, surrounded by so much 'real woman' sensual power. I sort of let my hands fall in front of the little pouch of my briefs to try to hide my growing and stiffening embarrassment.

Ms. Andre cleared her throat, "Jeffrey, a boy stands up straight with his hands at his sides when a Lady is speaking to him." I glanced at her and she had a stern but smug look on her face. I looked at Victoria and she innocently nodded her head in agreement.

I took a deep breath, stood straight, and let my hands fall to my sides as I said, "Yes, Ma'am." 

I felt both women's eyes gaze down my body and come to rest on my briefs. I felt my penis really pulse; now half erect and pushing at the thin fabric which stretched so easily to accommodate my growing needs. I dared not look down to see the front of my sheer pouch. It was clingy and form-fitting, but so stretchy that it did nothing to hide my growing erection, but allowed each throb and pulse of my penis to be clearly seen. Every detail of my penis was clearly visible through the thin, sheer fabric, including the shape of my swelling glans.

Ms. Andre smiled and picked up two glasses of iced tea. She handed them to me and said, "Jeffrey, I'd like you to take these drinks to my daughters."

I knew if I did it, I'd be walking across the patio with my hands occupied, putting my stiffening penis on display, wiggling in front of me as I walked toward the girls. I felt my face look down at her feet, just as my father's would so often do, and I heard myself say just like him, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," she said.

I walked toward the girls across the patio. They were seated on a chaise side by side talking to my dad, who was standing in front of them. The pouch of his briefs was on level and just a few feet in front of their faces, and his hands were at his sides. The girls' eyes were going back and forth between his crotch and his eyes as they talked. Then Becca noticed me coming toward them. Grinning, she whispered to Erin who also looked my way. They said something to my dad, dismissing him, and he walked into the house as I approached.

I could feel my young penis getting harder as I walked. It jiggled with every step I took, and this action was stimulating the head of my penis against the sheer fabric, driving me to full erection. From the girls' reaction, they were clearly pleased with the view, and I felt strangely frightened and excited as their eyes fixed on my pouch and drank in my exposed and vulnerable body. I heard Erin say, "Aren't young boys delightful?" and Becca replied, "oh yes, very."

I stopped in front of them with my throbbing penis poking at their faces. My own face was again red with embarrassment. Why was everything that was so exciting also so embarrassing?

"Hi, Jeffrey, what do you have there?" Erin said.

"Your mom told me to bring you these drinks," I croaked.

"Oh, yes, of course," Erin said, "you also brought us drinks," and both girls giggled.

Becca said, "Here, let me take those honey," and she took the drinks. I started to move my hands to cover myself.

Erin said, "Jeffrey, a very important rule is that boys keep their hands at their sides when they are talking to a Lady." She tightened her lips and gave me a 'look'.

I heard myself say, "Yes, ma'am," and I felt something release in my belly as my hands fell to my sides again. I surrendered. I gave up my modesty and felt at peace being exposed, vulnerable, and somehow violated by their eyes on my erect penis. I took a deep breath and let them look at me as my body relaxed. This was my fantasy and I was living it -- strange girls were looking at my penis!

"There, that's a good boy, just let go and relax. That's it, I can tell you feel better now, don't you Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Erin."

She smiled delightfully, "My, you have the makings of a very good boy, just like your father. We're going to have a lot of fun together this summer."

Becca said, "You shouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed of your body, Jeffrey," she put her hand gently on my thigh, "A boy should be proud of his body and feel good when Ladies look at him. You look very cute in your little suit. A Lady understands when a boy has an erection, and it's perfectly natural and nothing for you to feel ashamed about. We all think it's very sweet that you are having an erection, we girls regard it as a compliment, and we think your erect penis looks very pretty so you should feel comfortable with us."

The butterflies in my belly were doing flip flops; I'd never heard any words like this before. These women were so sexy and made my penis throb even more. Every time they said the words 'erection' and 'penis', it made my penis throb in response. I loved their compliments and how Becca said my penis was 'pretty'. It made me feel good. I quit fighting it and just let my penis throb and be rock-hard.

Erin said, "I bet your briefs are really getting uncomfortable, Jeffrey. Do you think you'd be more comfortable if you took your briefs off?"

I couldn't answer because I was both excited and frightened. I didn't know if Ms. Andre would allow that, and I didn't want to get in trouble.

Becca said to Erin, "I think he's afraid. Perhaps he'd be more comfortable if he just adjusted his penis in his pouch." She turned to me, "would you like to point your penis up in the pouch Jeffrey? Would that feel better than poking straight out?"

I nodded.

"Ok, go ahead and make yourself more comfortable."

I quickly reached into the sheer pouch and pointed my penis up, and it felt better. The thin fabric adjusted to cling to my penis in its new position.

Erin said, "Oh, that's nice, isn't it Becca, with his penis like that, we can see the under-side of his head. It's so pretty! And I like to be able to clearly see his testicles. They look nice and full, don't they?" 

I sighed with embarrassment as Becca said, "Oh, yes, he looks very nice!"

Erin picked up the drinks and handed them to me, "Jeffrey, be a dear and take these back to mom. We're not thirsty right now."

I groaned inside, feeling so embarrassed, but I simply said, "Yes, Erin." I said.

As I walked back across the patio toward Jordan and Victoria, they stopped chatting and watched me walk to them. My stiff penis was more still in its new position, but now my testicles were swaying more obviously with each step. It was very warm outside so my scrotum was loose and my testes were quite relaxed and hanging down. The thin material of the pouch was such that my testicles could dangle freely in front of my thighs and jiggle as I walked. I just surrendered to it and walked proudly, letting the mature and beautiful ladies watch. There was nothing else I could do.

I felt excited to be so 'on display' and have so much attention. I never knew women liked to look at men like this. I had a casual thought wondering where my dad had gone off to and I then saw him come out of the house again. This time he was in completely naked, having removed his swimming suit in the house. His shaved genitals looked so big, dangling in front of his clean and masculine body. His pale shaft, pink penis head, and his two big heavy testes were so fully displayed without a wisp of hair to hide them. He looked at me and gave me a sheepish grin, like "oh, well, there's nothing I can do..."

I smiled and nodded. I was proud of how masculine and powerful he looked. He was like a Greek statue. He was carrying towels, careful to hold them at chest height so as not to 'cover' his groin area, according to the 'rules' I would later learn.

I turned my head back toward the older sisters, and approached Jordan and Victoria. They were smiling happily at my father.

I arrived before them and said, "Erin sent me to bring these back because the girls are not thirsty." 

I set the drinks down and stood straight with my hands at my sides.

"Good boy," said Ms. Andre, "You seem to be learning the rules well already."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, feeling proud and surrendered at the same time. My penis throbbed against the pouch's sheer fabric as they watched, smiling.

Victoria said, "Jeffrey, perhaps you'd like to take a little swim in the pool to cool down...?"

"Yes, thank you Ma'am," I said and turned to get into the water. I thought my penis would soften a bit once I cooled off. I swam a few laps and underwater too. When I felt at least half-soft between my legs, I walked up the big steps out of the pool and all 4 women, both sets of sisters, were standing together looking at me. They were such an amazing display of feminine beauty, I stopped in my tracks and just stared, not knowing what else to do.

I looked down and saw that the extra-sheer pouch of my suit was completely see-through when wet. It clung to every curve of my genitals and you could see the pinkness of my head clearly distinguished from the more normal flesh tone of my shaft. My testes hung loosely in the gauzy fabric.

I was as good as completely naked. I stopped at the top of the steps, not knowing what to do as the 4 women eyed me up and down, mostly down. I felt completely paralyzed, fixed under their gaze, so naked, so vulnerable, and so surrendered. I felt like a toy, a piece of flesh that existed for their enjoyment. I had never felt so 'male' before, so clearly cognizant that I had a penis and testicles, and I felt it was good and natural to be 'on display' for them to look at. They were all hot, sexy, mature women with big breasts and wide hips and full of sensual power, whereas I was just a boy with my genitals displayed. I felt my feet shift, involuntarily spreading my legs slightly to afford them a better view. I don't know why I spread my thighs for them. It just felt right since they were looking at my genitals.

After what seemed like a long time the spell was broken as Ms. Andre approached me and began to pat me down with a towel. I just stood still and let her do what she wanted. It felt so good to have all their eyes on me, to be the focus of their attention, to be enjoyed and perhaps admired.

I felt the towel caress my torso and bottom, down the backs of my legs, then up the front of my legs. I felt Ms. Andre gently pad the towel against my genitals a few extra times and then she threw the towel over her shoulder and took me by the hand, leading me into the house. "Let's have lunch," she said.




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 02



We went into the kitchen area and my dad was just finishing making sandwiches for us. He looked so natural, doing a domestic chore in a woman's house, completely naked and hairless. He made many trips back and forth between the counter where he had prepared the food and the kitchen table and bar where he had set places for us.

I sat with the college girls at the breakfast bar while my dad sat with the mature sisters Andre at the kitchen table. We ate sandwiches, as though it was all just completely normal for my dad to be nude in front of these women, and for me to be wearing a swimming suit with a sheer pouch.

When we had finished eating, Erin said to her mother, "Mom, Becca and I want to play with Jeffrey for a while, maybe hang out in our room and stuff. Is that ok?"

Ms Andre looked up and smiled, "That sounds ok to me..." She actually glanced at my father, who kept his head down, not reacting in any way. Ms. Andre and her sister Victoria smiled conspiratorially.

Erin then asked, with an innocent voice, "Is the exam room going to be free this afternoon?"

Ms. Andre grinned knowingly, "Yes, there is nothing scheduled." She looked at me, considering something important. Then she said, "That will be fine girls, just be gentle with Jeffrey, he's a sweet boy."

"Yes, Mom, we'll be very gentle," said Becca with her sultry voice.

This talk of "playing" with me, and the mention of an "exam room" started the butterflies flipping in my tummy again. I could only wonder what it meant, but whatever it was, it sounded exciting!

The two girls each took one of my hands and nearly skipped with me down the hall and then up the stairs and down another hall to a bedroom. My penis had gone soft again, while we had eaten our sandwiches. But on our trip to the interior of the house, I had the chance to sneak glances at both girls' jiggling bottoms and breasts, and was feeling the beginnings of arousal again. 

We entered a doorway, "This is my room," said Becca proudly. I looked at the room, done all in pink and lace with white furniture and a white 4-poster bed. It was a big room with lots of space and many large mirrors on each wall. They guided me to sit on the bed and Becca sat next to me while Erin pulled a little chair close and sat in front of me.

Erin said, "So, Jeffrey, Mom tells us that you were a good boy for her a few weeks ago when you and your dad came over. She said you were polite and obedient. So, to test that theory, I would like you to stand up for a second and slip your swimming suit off. One of Becca's and my rules is that any boy in our bedrooms has to be naked."

"Yes," said Becca enthusiastically, "it's a very important rule."

They helped me to my feet and then they both sat back expectantly. "We're waiting," said Erin. "Be a good boy and take off your cute little suit, Jeffrey, we want to see how you look without anything on."

I felt trapped. I liked it. I could feel my hands rising to the waist band of the little swimming suit. My thumbs slipped inside the band and began to push down slowly, revealing my pubic hair and then my genitals in a slow, smooth movement down to my thighs. I let the suit fall to the floor and then stepped out of it.

All the while, their eyes were fixed on my groin. Their faces were smiling. They were happy. I felt proud to have made them happy. I felt liberated to finally be naked in front of my new female friends.

They were both very kind to me. 

Erin said, "Jeffrey, you look just wonderful naked."

Becca said, "I just love the pretty pink color of your head, Jeffrey. And your testicles look so full. Is it ok with you if I feel your testicles?"

I nodded, and her hand slipped beneath my testes and gently cupped them. She began to carefully roll them on her fingers and feel their shape. With her other hand, she gently pushed against my inner thighs to signal for me to spread my feet. I moved my feet apart and Becca said softly, "Thank you, Jeffrey."

The girls smiled as they watched my penis throbbing and becoming erect. Erin said, "Honey, I'd like to touch your penis, would that be ok?"

I nodded again, and Erin's hand reached out slowly and took my penis, gently squeezing and feeling my throbbing stiffness increase in her hand. "Ah, that's very nice, Jeffrey. I like your penis," she said.

Becca said, "And I like your testicles very much, they are so full and manly. Does it feel good when I massage your testicles, Jeffrey?"

"Yes," I whispered.

She said, "Oh, good. I want you to feel good. I want you to trust me with your testicles, Jeffrey. I know they are the most delicate and sensitive part of your body and I want you to know I will always be caring and gentle with them."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Becca." She looked up at me and grinned.

Erin said, "Jeffrey, I love how stiff your penis is." She gently squeezed the head of my penis with her finger tips. "You're like soft tender velvet on the outside, and firm as steel on the inside." She caressed my penis gently as she continued, "I would like to see you ejaculate, Jeffrey. Would you like me to make you spurt all your semen out?"

I nodded emphatically, overwhelmed with arousal.

Both girls smiled and looked at each other.

Erin said, "Well, Jeffrey, there's something else we want to do to you first. Would that be ok?"

I whispered desperately, "What do you want to do to me?" as my knees trembled in sexual excitement.

"We'd like you to let us shave all the hair off of your genitals. We think you'd look so much prettier that way. And then, after that, we want to make you to spurt for us. Would you like that, Jeffrey?"

I couldn't gasp any answer but "Yes!"

Both girls smiled gorgeously.

Becca said, "We thought that would be your answer, Jeffrey."

I had no response to that...



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 03



"Yesssss....sorrrrry....." I moaned.

Erin slowed down until she was only making a few strokes a minute, but never stopping her hand from moving, just moving ever slower. I was in agony, pulling and writhing against my bonds, unable to make any increase in stimulation for my penis. If I just had one quick rub, I knew I would spurt. But Erin was very vigilant and wouldn't allow it.

I kept writhing and moaning, shaking my head side to side and begging "please....please" over and over. Tears began to stream from my eyes in my helplessness and hopelessness.

Every few frustratingly slow strokes, Becca would take a grip above my testes and pull them down, away from my body. This hurt, but not enough to overshadow the pleasure in my penis.

Erin stopped stroking, and put the palm of her well-lubricated hand on top of the head of my penis and slowly slid it around and around. The excruciating sensations of Becca's fingers fondling my testicles and Erin stimulating only the head of my penis nearly made me go mad. It was just too much sensation, far more than I had imagined was possible to feel. I was kicking and writhing in my bonds, unable to do anything, to stop what they were making me feel. I cried out in anguish, loudly wailing and moaning and the girls just giggled.

I don't know why, but I couldn't yell "stop", I could only yell "please". I didn't even know what "please" meant. But my body was so overloaded with sensation it was like I would just pass out any second.

And then Erin released the head of my penis suddenly, and I almost spurted, but she pinched tightly at the base of my shaft just as I cried out "come...i...am...going to come!" 

And then nothing happened. No semen spurted, just a little drop of the thick white fluid appeared at the tip of my penis. Becca continued massaging my testicles and Erin kept her tight pinch at the base of my shaft for a long time. When my breathing returned to normal, Erin released her grip slowly, and traded positions with Becca. Erin took up massaging my aching testicles as Becca took her seat on the stool.

"Jeffrey," said Becca, "You did well for your first time. That was one cycle of GSEDT, Jeffrey, and you were a good boy for us. Now we're going to begin the second cycle." 

Both girls giggled at the look of abject terror that was on my face. They had to be joking. I'd die before they could finish five cycles.

Erin said, "The good news for you, Jeffrey, is that each cycle tends to be shorter than the last. The goal of this therapy treatment is to help you learn to accept complete helpless desperation, and learn that you are not in control of your penis. A boy is not really qualified to take responsibility for his genitals, that's why we're here to help you. Also, the cycles of GSEDT will make the ejaculation, when you are finally allowed it, very large. Don't you think these are good goals, Jeffrey?"

"Urhghhhhh," was all I could say.

"Good boy, we're glad you agree," said Erin.

To make a long story short, I learned many things about my penis as the girls took turns torturing me into oblivion. I found out that a 'skilled practitioner', as they called themselves, could tell when I was building toward ejaculation, and slow its progress by slowing the stoking. They could gently rub the head of my penis, driving me mad with sensations, without bringing about ejaculation. Pulling my testicles would slow my progress too. And pinching tightly at the base of my penis would stop an ejaculation in process.

It seemed the result they were going for was for me to be writhing and screaming for mercy for as long a time as possible, and then to stop my ejaculation by pinching at the base of my penis, producing just one glistening drop of semen to prove that I was, in fact, in the process of coming when they stopped me.

I was almost out of my mind, ready to pass out, when Erin finally let me ejaculate. 

The final cycle ended with Erin stroking my penis fast and saying "Spurt for us, Jeffrey, we want you to spurt now!" Becca had stopped playing with my testicles and instead was holding a glass beaker in front of my penis, to receive the semen. I finally began to spurt and both girls cheered me on, praising me for spurting, "Oh, Jeffrey, good boy, making such a big spurt for us, come on, honey, do it again, that's it, yes, good boy, give us another big spurt, ah what a sweet boy, your penis is spurting so nicely, now give us every drop, sweetheart, that's it, another pulse, another drop, that's a boy..."

On and on they went, coaching and stroking and milking my poor tortured genitals, always demanding another drop. And another. And another.

When I finally could give no more, they put away the beaker and stood by my sides, caressing me and giving me kisses on my face, neck, and chest. Becca said, "We're so proud of you, Jeffrey, you were such a good boy for us and took your treatment like a man. We are really happy to have been able to spend this time with you, honey, and we look forward to your next treatment session. Now just rest and let us take care of you."

They cleaned me up and released me from my bonds. I could barely walk. My penis was sore and withered, with no sensation in it at all. They slowly walked me back to my room and helped me put on the pink pajama's with the sheer pouch.

Becca said, "Oh, Jeffrey, you look so much prettier in your pouch panties with no hair. Doesn't he look pretty, Erin?"

"Oh, my, yes," she said, "He looks good enough to eat."

I was so weary, I couldn't respond. I was more emotionally drained than physically, which meant I was completely empty inside and out.

"Let's get some refreshments," said Erin, and the girls took me to the kitchen and fed me milk and cookies.

As we sat there, silently eating at the kitchen table, Ms. Andre walked up and smiled at me, and looked at the girls. "How did it go?" she asked.

Erin said delightedly, "He's such a good boy, mom. We shaved him all nice and clean, and then gave him five cycles of GSEDT."

Ms. Andre said, "Five? Oh dear, I hope he's all right."

"He's fine mom," said Becca, "He's quite wiped out, but he did really well. We're very proud of him."

Ms. Andre smiled at me, "Well, then, good boy, Jeffrey, I'm proud of you too."

"Thank you Ma'am," I said.

Ms. Andre looked at Becca and said, "You'd probably better put Jeffrey down for a nap, and make sure you put lots of lotion on his pretty penis. We don't want him to be chafed and sore, do we girls?"

"No, mom," said the daughters in unison.

Erin asked, "Where's Ted, Mom?"

She smiled and replied, "Oh, he's doing very well too, I'm sure..." She looked at me, "Your father is in the obedience room with Victoria, helping her with her research. He is a very good boy too." She gave me a big hug and then shooed us all away to go put me down for a nap. I was exhausted and drained, and a nap sounded good. Ms. Andre said, "I'll come and get you, Jeffrey, in time for dinner."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

After the girls tucked me in, I thought about my dad as I drifted to sleep. I wondered what he was doing, or more to the point, what was being done to him...?



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 04



This continues directly from part 3, and is for adults only (like everything else on this site!)

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I woke up with the sun just beginning to set. It was perhaps 7pm. I got up and saw myself in the mirror again, wearing just the pink pouch panties. I noticed how I looked in the mirror, now that I had no hair on or around my genitals. I couldn't help but smile as I thought I looked good.

I looked through the drawers, to see if there was something I could put on over the panties and found nothing -- all my clothes had been removed, leaving just a few of the specialized garments with the sheer pouches. I guess these were all I would be allowed to wear anymore. 

I noticed there was a new addition to the collection. It was a sheer pouch with only strings to go around my body -- a string thong. It was a very light blue color. I wondered when was the appropriate time to be wearing this tiny pouch since it was basically the same as being naked. I was really getting used to the feelings I was having -- being exposed, being looked at, and I was shaved now and that felt exciting. But I decided it would be more fun to wear the tiny sheer blue thong-pouch when somebody told me to do it. I was really getting used to being obedient and submissive.

I set the tiny thong pouch down and decided to go downstairs and find out what was happening. The memories of being strapped onto the exam table, and having my penis tormented with pleasure flooded me. My penis still felt a little bit sore as it throbbed with a new hint of arousal, and I took a deep breath and began to feel proud of my genitals, swaying in my sheer pink pouch with each step. I was happy to be in a house where all the women appreciated a boy's body, and it made me feel good to be a boy.

I entered the living room to see all four Andre women. The 40-something sisters, Jordan and Victoria were sitting on the sofa, one on either side of my dad, chatting happily, and each woman had a hand on one of dad's thighs, caressing softly. It looked so nice, I smiled, and dad smiled back.

The women were dressed in summer dresses with beautiful floral patterns. My dad was wearing a little sheer pouch of light blue, held on by strings -- just like the one I found in my room! I remembered how Ms. Andre said she liked how we looked when we were a 'matched set' in our swimming suits.

The younger sisters, Jordan's daughters Erin and Becca, were lounging by the bar, dressed for clubbing. They were gorgeous in their short black pleated skirts and knee-high black leather boots. 

Erin had on a white tank top with a deeply scooped neckline that showed a lot of pillowy white cleavage, and was sheer enough to show the faint outlines of her large dark areolas and allowed her perky nipples to show clearly. Becca had a hot pink halter top that barely contained her D-cups, allowing soft white breast flesh to show both on both sides of the too-narrow cups.

All the women looked up at me and smiled as Ms. Andre said, "Are you feeling recovered from your 'treatments', Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

Becca said, "We're going clubbing with Nikki tonight," and both daughters shared a gleeful giggle.

The doorbell rang. Ms. Andre looked me right in the eye and said, "Jeffrey, would you be a dear and get the door?"

I must have blushed, because Victoria sort of stifled a snort, and both daughters giggled. "Yes, Jeffrey," said Erin, "by all means, get the door."

I hid the fact that I wanted to groan and run away. I stood up straight, determined to not be ashamed of myself. Besides, everywhere you looked in this house, there were images of naked males. I decided, with my freshly shaved genitals in my pink pouch, I would fit in with the décor.

I boldly opened the door and saw a very attractive young woman, perhaps 30. She had long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and her painted dark red lips were giving me a beautiful smile. "Hi, you must be Jeffrey," she said, "The girls have told me all about you."

She stood still a moment, letting her eyes wander up and down my nearly naked body, pausing for just a moment to look at my little pouch. "You look very nice," she said, "Vickie's special boy-panties suit you."

I felt a new wave of embarrassment wash through me, being so blatantly ogled by this stunning beauty. My eyes couldn't help but travel as well. This woman had the largest breasts I had ever seen. She was only 5'2" tall, but oh-so-curvy! Her whole body seemed pillowy-soft, and amazingly feminine. Her hips were wide, her waist was narrow, and her chest just exploded out into space with softness and the female power that so easily enthralled males.

She wore a simple black dress with spaghetti straps. The dress was completely overpowered by her curves and seemed to cling to her for its life, revealing every shape, every delicious curve, and concealing nothing but her skin. Her breasts were so large that I thought the over-worked spaghetti straps would snap at any moment, and the amount of thin, clingy fabric allotted to cover her enormous mounds was not nearly enough.

From her perfect feminine neck and shoulders, porcelain skin began to flow downward, smooth and perfect, dividing and swelling into acres of décolletage. Most women would run out of breast before hers began to hide inside the fabric, and I could see just the edge of the light brown areola of her right breast, tantalizingly visible at the fabric's edge.

I must have been studying her body for several silent seconds, enrapt with her feminine charms, as she held out her hand to me and said, "My name is Nicola Boketti. Are you going to let me come inside, Jeffrey?"

I stammered, "Uh, yes Ma'am, I, uh... sorry." I took her hand and she shook mine firmly and businesslike, but when she released me, she let her red-lacquered fingertips trail suggestively across my palm. Oh my.

"Don't worry about a thing. I am used to being stared at, dear."

She walked past me and into the living room as I watched her amazing ass sway with her steps. This was way more woman than any man could ever handle, I thought.

I followed that gorgeous ass like a stricken puppy and stood to the side of the room, trying to hide my erection behind a large upholstered chair. It is a fact that all women have special radar that alerts them to the existence of erect penis flesh, and when I looked up, I noticed all five women were looking at my groin.

"Come out from behind the chair, Jeffrey," said Ms. Andre, "Nothing to be bashful about, dear."

"Yes Ma'am," I said, moving further into the room, baring myself and revealing my growing erection. I felt the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation that were becoming commonplace for me, yet never losing their thrill. They looked at me and smiled knowingly.

The women all knew Ms. Boketti and exchanged quick pleasantries that ended with Erin mentioning the time and that the three girls had many things planned for the evening. Goodbyes were said, and young ladies headed for the door.

Ms. Boketti passed me first, pausing on her tip-toes to give me a lingering kiss on my cheek, and she whispered in my ear, "It was nice to meet you, Jeffrey. I hope we can spend some time together soon." I felt her hand give me a little squeeze on my bottom, and I blushed.

Erin was next, kissing my cheek too. She let her hand cover my pouch, giving me a squeeze on my half hard penis and whispering, "Don't wait up for us, Jeffrey, we'll be out very late." My knees almost buckled as she gave my testicles an extra squeeze, and then she was gone.

Becca stood in front of me with an amused smirk on her face. "Nikki has that affect on all the boys, Jeffrey. That's why she's my hero." Becca put her hands on each side of my face, pulling my head down to her, and laid a soft, lingering, wet kiss on me. Her tongue sought entry and I opened to her advances, feeling a shiver down my body in response to her very amazing kiss. She moved one hand and took my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting slightly as she continued her conquest of my mouth. She let me go and looked down at my penis, now fully hard and straining at the stretchy pouch. "I've still got it," she said smiling, and she walked past me as if nothing happened.

I stood in shock, feeling my penis throb, and trying to sort out my tangled mind and emotions. Suddenly, Victoria Andre was at my side, saying, "Earth to Jeffrey..." She grinned when my eyes could focus on her beautiful face. "That's better," she giggled, "I thought you might pass out from estrogen overload. I pity the boys caught in those girls' cross-hairs tonight. They're on the prowl."

I gulped and said, "Yes Ma'am."

Victoria took my hand and said, "Come and sit with me Jeffrey, it's time we had a talk."

Jordan was standing with her arm around my dad, grinning at us. I marveled at how she towered over my dad in her 4" heels, and how she looked so tall, leggy, and voluptuous in her floral-print sundress. My dad had such a content look on his face, smiling, as he stood naked at her side, save for the little sheer pouch around his shaved genitals. He winked at me and I smiled back. Our code for 'everything is good', and I watched as Jordan led my father up the stairs with a pleased look on her face. I could tell she was taking him to bed and that they would have sex in whatever fashion pleased her as my dad eagerly followed her swaying ass.

Victoria led me to a comfortable loveseat in the game room. The room was fairly dark, as the lights had been dimmed. There were a few scented candles burning, and there was a fire crackling under the big stone mantle. She sat down on the couch and drew me to her, having my lie on my back with my head in her arm and my shoulders over her lap.

"Jeffrey," she said softly, "I'm very proud of you. Jordan and the girls have kept me up to speed on your progress and I can tell you are a very special boy." I looked up into her big blue eyes and marveled at her beauty. All the Andre women were so gorgeous. "I'm going to tell you some things, to help you understand what has been happening to you, though I'm sure you have a lot of it figured out by now."

"Yes ma'am," I said.

Her hand played with my nipples, my belly, and caressed my pouch as she spoke. "I know you've read some portions of my books, and worn my special clothing, and had some special time with Ms. Jordan and then with Becca and Erin. It seems to me that you are becoming very comfortable as a submissive male, Jeffrey, a boy who knows his purpose and place is to provide enjoyment to the women in his life. Am I right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"Push your panties to your ankles, dear, and spread your thighs for me," she said. I complied, and raised my knees, spreading my thighs as wide as I could, giving her complete access to my naked genitals. She softly fondled my freshly-shaved flesh and said, "You look and feel very bare, Jeffrey. I like it very much. Do you like being bare for us ladies?"

"Yes Ma'am," I whispered, as her hand slowly fondled my testicles and penis; not to a purpose, but just enjoying herself as she felt me. It felt very good to just be felt up. I snuggled into her lap happily and sighed.

She began to tell me so many things about the Andre family. How there was a long history of female dominance going back many generations, and how only in the last few decades had there been room in society for Victoria and her sister Jordan to make their mark.

She explained that Jordan was a medical doctor, practicing urological medicine on men, particularly cases involving erection problems, premature ejaculation, and fertility issues. My dad was one of her patients, and she had become very attracted to him, and had now fallen in love with him. I liked how that sounded.

Victoria said that both she and her sister had always dreamed of a world that was organized differently, even when they were very young. They had planned and schemed and worked very hard to earn the right to live as they chose. And what they chose was a life of feminine power and freedom.

CHANGING THE WORLD:

From their early years, the Andre sisters had decided to dominate boys, to be the Mistress of their homes and their relationships, and to settle for nothing less than female supremacy and male submission. The young girls had always been bossy, and found it easy to control the men in their lives, including their father, brother, cousins, and friends. But their real desires about males had started in the tree house of a neighbor boy. 

Jordan, the elder sister, had decided that they should play doctor in the tree house, and neither sister was interested in playing the part of the patient. Down came the boy's pants, after many convincing words, and the girls were able to take their time to thoroughly examine their first penis and testicles. From then on, they had grown to love and appreciate male genitalia and male nudity in all its wonderful forms, and did everything they could to get into boys' pants.

As they dated in school, they made a pact that neither would ever remove their clothes, even just their blouses, for a boy. Contrarily, they were determined to get every boy's pants down, and if possible, completely off. They found that boys were eager sluts, quite ready to undress for the promise of a handjob, and the sisters dated many, many boys. They learned how to tease boys to the brink of ejaculation and then pull back, only to torment them again, and they found it easy to addict "their" boys to this procedure.

They began the practice of taking and keeping their conquests' underwear as trophies, piling up quite a collection of male underwear, much to the delight of their mother, though she pretended to disapprove. They experimented with spanking, restraining, and tormenting their naked 'boyfriends', and enjoyed sharing a boy between them from time to time.

Victoria said that over time she had built a perfect parallel world in her mind, in which men were subservient to women. That female-dominant world operated differently than the male-dominant world of current history, including the practice of a woman one day being able to take more than one husband, as well as keeping consorts & concubines, and having lovers on the side. 

She said that since virtually all men had submissive fantasies, though not all men could live them, there were more than enough men to give a dominant woman a large number of boys to choose from. And while almost all women would never admit it, there was an evolutionary imperative at work -- a natural drive for a woman to seek out multiple lovers -- as they searched for more variety of semen to keep the gene-pool fresh. In today's world, even though a woman isn't looking to get pregnant, the drive to enjoy semen from a fresh source is still powerful.

She said that there were 5 cornerstones to build that perfect world:

1.Male frontal nudity must be prevalent in art, advertising, television, and movies. Women must become comfortable seeing naked male images everywhere and men must become used to being the focus of female visual attention. This is why a dominant woman's home must be filled with artwork featuring nude males.

2.Male fashions must be designed to present and display male genitalia, not hide it away, and males must become accustomed to the expectation that they must dress this way. Women must encourage males to dress in this new custom.

3.A woman must take complete control of the ejaculations of the men in her life, so that her males look to her for their release. She must decide if and when her men will be allowed to ejaculate -- and that means no more masturbation for the boys, unless it is supervised by and with the permission of a woman. Boys must be taught not to touch their penises by themselves, it is something that must only be done with a woman's consent, and it is best if all ejaculations are directly caused by a woman. It's better to make the boy spurt than it is to 'allow' him to masturbate, but either way, the woman must be in control.

4.A woman must discipline her boys, no matter what their age. It must become as completely 'normal' that husbands are spanked by their wives, as it is that sons are spanked by their mothers. The spanking of males should be common practice throughout society, and a subject as easily discussed in mixed company as kissing. If a boy of any age deserves a few swats, they should be given right away, in public if necessary, and should certainly be given openly in the woman's home.

5.A woman's right to sexual freedom must be maintained, regardless of her relationship status, while boys must remain completely faithful to their Mistress. Every woman would be allowed to take as many lovers as she wishes, and to have multiple husbands, consorts, and concubines. Boys must take for granted that they have no exclusive rights to their Mistress, and they must be willing to share her with others easily, while keeping themselves just for her.

Victoria said that she and Jordan were living this dream, and actively recruiting new converts, both male and female, to their female-supremacy ideals. This sort of world is orderly, loving, safe, and happy, and the boys actually get the better end since a woman takes her responsibilities to keep her boys serviced very seriously. As an example of this new breed of woman, she told me the story of Nikki -- Nicola Boketti -- whom I had just met at the door.

NIKKI'S STORY

Nikki was a girl blessed with very large breasts at a very young age, and therefore was constantly ogled and pawed at, even by men her father's age. She had heard her father's friends making comments about her body, and it was quite disturbing yet at the same time, her budding sexuality responded to all the male attention just as any girl does.

She got her first job, while in college, as a member of the secretarial pool in a large marketing firm. She soon fell under peer pressure from the other women, and the hints of her male bosses, and began to dress less and less conservatively, displaying more cleavage and more leg as time went on. Lace bras, sheer blouses, short skirts, hose with garters and high heels were the 'standard dress for ladies' at the firm.

She endured the constant jovial 'pats' on her bottom that lingered on her tight skirts. In elevators and crowded hallways she had no choice but to bare the anonymous hands that would find their way to feel her more-than-ample breasts and bottom, often never being sure who had taken the liberties with her body.

One day, one of the partners called her into his office, closing the door, under the pretense of needing her to help him with a 'hard problem'. The man was persuasive and experienced and soon had convinced the young lady that it was an 'expected duty' of the secretarial staff to relieve some of the pressures of his weighty career. She found herself on her knees in front of his big executive chair, his large penis in her little hands, and his palm on the back of her head, urging her down and forward.

As she fellated him, she found herself becoming very aroused, and her enthusiasm made the older gentleman ejaculate rather quickly. It was almost a disappointment to her that he finished so quickly, but he seemed very pleased with her 'help'. That night as she lay in bed, she decided that she really liked penises, and she liked the power she felt when she had forced the older man to ejaculate quickly. She decided that she wanted to do that some more; it was such a power rush.

Over the course of the next few months, Nikki found herself becoming the favorite 'helper' of all 7 partners, and she also regularly took care of many of the younger executives. She found that her workload had decreased completely, allowing her to make her rounds among the executives, helping them whenever they needed it, and enjoying the thrill to such a variety of males to manage, and all the different sizes and shapes of genitals to enjoy. Her 'boys' had no problem with her rule that they keep their hands to themselves, so long as she made them all ejaculate more often than they had need.




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 04



She came to think of herself as having a 'stable of stallions' that had to be kept properly serviced. She loved how easy the men were to wrap around her finger, giving her raises and gifts, and treating her with the utmost respect lest they be dropped from her circuit. For her part, she loved that all these penises were a renewable resource -- she would milk them until they were dry and soft, only to return in a few hours or a day and find them easily made erect again, and easily made to spurt once more.

She prided herself on skipping lunch since she had so much healthy, protein-rich semen to ingest each workday as she made her rounds to the delight of all her boys. She loved to be seen wiping her lip as she exited an executive suite and entered the hallway, making the other women jealous and making the boys sweat just a little.

Then the next year, she began to attend classes lead by the famous Dr. Victory Andre, PhD., and she began to have her eyes opened to what she was missing. Nikki heard a new point of view from Dr. Victoria, about a new way for a woman to live, and she found it very exciting.

Over the course of her college years, Nikki changed her major to Women's Studies, and received her degree under Dr. Victoria's tutelage, becoming her star student. Victoria introduced Nikki to male strip clubs, CFNM parties, and taught her how to change the way she related to the men she dated. By the end of her college career, Nikki lived with two boyfriends in her apartment, which was full of nude male art, and she enjoyed the beginnings of her female-dominant lifestyle.

In the subsequent six years, Nikki had added a third boyfriend to live in her 3 bedroom house. She took them to bed each night in turns, or sometimes taking two or even all three boys in a night. She was always cognizant of her boys' ejaculatory needs and kept them well-milked and drained, as well as using her skills to bind them tightly to her through the practice of 'post-ejaculatory stimulation'. 

This is the technique of manually making a boy ejaculate, and then continuing to stroke his over-stimulated and sensitive penis to keep it erect for as long as possible. This is best done, with the boy properly restrained so that he can endure the process completely. This procedure, along with Genital Stimulation with Ejaculatory Deferment Therapy, is the most powerful way to make a male become completely devoted to a female -- and Nikki really likes her boys' devotion. She now kept her boys in pouch-panties at home, and all three of them had jobs as well as assigned chores at home, so she didn't have to clean, cook, or do laundry. 

While managing 3 boys in her home was pretty much a full time job in and of itself -- especially since she was 30 and her boys were 19, 22, and 24, all full of young and virile male hormones that needed her regular attention to keep her boys simmering without bursting -- she enjoyed the company of other male 'friends'.

On top of seeing to her three boys, her Saturday nights were nights out with the 'girls', and she would often be out late if she took a lover from one of the clubs. It was on these Saturday nights that Nikki could, if she wished, fulfill any desires she might have to be fucked hard by a fresh young boy, and she particularly enjoyed having virgins whenever the possibility presented itself. In other words, Nikki enjoyed more stiff penises more often than any other woman Victoria knew. 

Nikki was one of the first of what Victoria called, 'the next generation' of women, who were turning social norms upside down and enjoying men to their fullest. Nikki had started as a submissive woman, had found that she enjoyed the feeling of using her feminine power to manipulate and control men, and found that she enjoyed having a variety of penises to play with. She had evolved into what Dr. Victoria was calling "Femme Nouveu" -- the new woman -- intelligent, sexual, and dominant while maintaining her femininity with perfect grace and charm.

On top of all this, Nikki still was able to work as a clinical technician at Dr. Jordan Andre's Medical Clinic for the Treatment of Male Genitalia, where she regularly performed prostate milking procedures to help men keep their semen evacuated to promote prostate health. Nikki had a long list of clients, usually men in their late 40's to 60's, who had standing appointments a few times per month at the clinic, to receive a 'milking procedure' to ensure that their semen was flowing properly. Nikki milked at least 30 men a week in the 20 hours that she worked -- a very hectic schedule indeed!

Nikki had always been, like Jordan and Victoria before her, fascinated by the male body, and particularly the male genitals. She loved to touch and play with penises and testicles, and to make penises erect, and make them ejaculate, all on her terms. And she pursued this passion with single-minded purpose, using her very ample feminine charms to arouse her boys with jiggling cleavage and a swaying ass under her white lab coat. She was also quite adept at the verbal skills so integral in finding a boy's fantasies and hot-buttons, pushing them, and making him spurt because of it.

Nikki was a beautiful, voluptuous, soft and feminine, yet completely dominant woman. She was well aware that virtually all men had some level of female-dominant sexual urges, and she knew how to find them and use them for her pleasure. Femme Nouveu indeed!!

Needless to say, these amazing things that Ms. Victoria had told me had made my penis erect, not to mention the fact that through it all, she had continued to fondle my genitals. It felt so wonderful to be a naked, 18-year-old boy in the hands of this wise, 40-something goddess.

Victoria said, "Jeffrey, I see that learning about these things is arousing to you. What parts of my thoughts and Nikki's story strike a chord with your submissive nature? You can be open and honest with me, dear, you know that."

I tried to think hard, and prepare myself to confess all. I took a deep breath and said, "Well, there are so many things that pull me, I don't know where to begin, but I'll try.

"When you talked about the 'tree house' and 'playing doctor' when you were young, I thought of my experiences along those lines. I had a neighbor girl a couple years older than me, and she liked to be the doctor. So many times in so many places I played the patient, which always meant pulling down my pants and her looking at me.

"I haven't been on many dates, but if I had, I sure would have done anything to get my pants down. As to your '5 cornerstones', that seems really nice. But I haven't had a spanking yet..."

"Be patient, dear," she cooed, "All in good time."

I said, "I love the feelings I'm having of being naked and exposed and submissive, and I hope it continues the rest of my life."

"That's nice, Jeffrey," she said, slowly stroking my erect penis, "I'm sure someday soon you'll be swept off your feet by a dominant young lady -- and you'll live the life of your dreams. In the mean time, I think it would be nice for you to lie back and relax while I make you spurt for me. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Ma'am, very much!" I said, beginning to wiggle my hips a bit in response to her now-vigorous rubbing. My penis had been still sore from the GESDT treatment that Beth and Erin had given me hours ago, but now that I was aroused, all I could feel was the pleasure Victoria was forcing upon me.

"I want to make you come for me quickly, Jeffrey. I want to make sure you are properly milked before the girls get back home. Can you be a good, obedient boy and spurt for me, Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered.

"Good boy, now wiggle for me and moan and make semen for Aunty Victoria." Her voice became a more firm command now, "I want you to writhe and gasp and make a nice creamy mess on my hand, Jeffrey, now you obey me and make your spurts! Come now, Jeffrey, come all over Aunty Victoria's hand!"

"Ooh....aaaahhhhh....Aunt.....Victoria.....ooohhhh!" I moaned and writhed under her powerful strokes. She was squeezing my penis firmly and stroking fast, rubbing her hand up and over my sore and now again-too-sensitive head. With no lubrication, the fact that her hand was soft and feminine did little to alleviate the rough sensations on the crown of my penis. Pain was mixing with pleasure and I was wiggling my hips uncontrollably and gasping with every breath as her hand expertly rode me without mercy no matter how I tried to avoid it. The sensations were so intense. Too much sensation. Too much!

"Arrrrrhhhhhhggggg.....oh......Aunt......Victoria......oooohhhhh...my....penis!" I cried.

"Yes, Jeffrey, I've got your penis right here and I am using it to make a nice creamy mess. Give me your semen, boy....obey your Aunty Victoria and spurt for me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I cried as the first spurt pumped forth. It didn't shoot high, it just sort of poured out of me, mercifully creating some lubrication for Victoria's dry hand, and lessening the soreness I was feeling. But only some of the soreness -- it still hurt, and as each ejaculation was lessening, the pain was returning.

I collapsed in a heap, completely spent and exhausted in her lap, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. But there was still sensation in my groin -- a feeling of being pulled on -- and now an urgency that the stimulation would stop.

"Please Aunt Victoria, please stop," I pleaded weakly.

"No, dear, I want to rub your penis a while longer. Now you be a good boy and hold still. I don't want you trying to stop me, just lie back and take it like a boy should. This is one of the things a boy has to endure because he has a penis and there's nothing he can do about that." She smiled and kissed my forehead.

I couldn't help but moan and gasp and struggle to hold still. It was so hard not to jump up and make the stimulation of my sore penis stop. I had to make myself submit to her and let her do what she wanted.

"This is good training for you, Jeffrey;" she said lovingly, "a boy has to learn to surrender, especially when it's so hard to do so." She shifted her position under me, lifting me and sliding to the side so that now her lap was directly under my bottom, forcing my hips to be raised and putting my poor penis right under her nose. She could now easily use both hands on me, and while she continued to stroke my sore penis, she also was rolling and squeezing my testicles.

"Just relax now dear, and let it happen," she cooed, "I know this is very uncomfortable for you, and this position must be making you feel very helpless and completely at my mercy. That's good, dear, because that's how I want you to feel. Put your hands over your head, yes that's nice. Doesn't that feel even more helpless? Good. Just let complete submission wash over you and as you surrender your genitals to me."

She kept kneading my penis and testicles firmly as my head rolled side to side and I involuntarily whimpered in futility. In a way I felt completely alone, abandoned, and yet connected completely to Aunt Victoria. She had me in her power and I couldn't escape. The sensations in my penis were excruciating, it was so much more stimulation than I'd ever had, and there was no impending ejaculation to lessen the pain.

I just kept whimpering mindlessly, "Please...please....please..."

"Please may I have more stimulation on my penis? Is that what you're asking, Jeffrey?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, well, in that case, I'll just give you a little more," she said, giggling.

With my hands high on the arm of the couch, my hips slowly wiggling across Aunt Victoria's lap, and my thighs spread as wide as the position would allow, I was completely lost in surrender. I was no longer my own, I was hers. I was her boy-toy, her slut, her submissive. I had given myself in this house completely now. Even though her hands continued to amplify the soreness of my penis and the dull ache in my testicles, I was resigned to it. I needed it. I needed to be completely out of control.

I don't know how long this lasted, but what I do know is that when she finally stopped, my penis was somewhere between stinging, buzzing, and numb. I'd never felt anything like that before. When she let go, she wiped her hands on my belly and thighs, leaving semen all over me. I didn't realize she had milked so much semen out of me during my most painful ejaculation ever. My penis and testicles were wet with semen; I could feel the cooling air on them.

She let me lay there as she stroked my hair gently, saying, "You were a very brave boy for me, Jeffrey, I am so proud of you. You took that torturous stimulation very well, and I am most pleased how submissive and obedient you were to hold still, even though I know you didn't want to. That's just part of being a boy, dear. Sometimes you have to surrender and cooperate when a woman does things to your penis that don't feel only pleasurable. This helps teach you that your penis is for my pleasure -- a woman's pleasure -- not your own."

I nodded sheepishly; just glad the ordeal was over. I did feel very submissive. It was as though I couldn't move from her lap. I had no will of my own. I would only do something if she told me to. I was hers.

After more time, she started to pull my pouch panties up and I lifted to help her. She guided my sticky-sloppy genitals into the pouch and patted my tummy.

"I like a messy boy," she said, "a boy looks so cute when he's messy with his own creamy goodness. I want you not to wash, but to stay this way tonight. You can shower in the morning."

"Yes, Aunt Victoria," I said.

She gave me a pat and guided me to get up. She helped me to stand up on wobbly legs and walked with me to the kitchen, getting me a much needed glass of water.

"It's good for a boy to have a drink after he's been milked of his precious bodily fluids," she said happily and she hugged me tight, giving me comfort.

I melted into her arms and laid my head on her soft cleavage as she rocked me gently. "Good boy," she whispered, "My good boy Jeffrey."

After a few moments, I sensed another presence in the room. It was Ms. Andre, Jordan.

She smiled at me and asked, "How did it go?"

"Oh, he did so well for me," said Victoria, "He really was a good little submissive boy for me, and very nice and creamy too."

Jordan looked down at my groin area, "My, he is a messy boy. Very nice, Jeffrey," she said.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said.

I looked at the clock and it was almost 11pm. I suddenly felt very tired.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Victoria gently guided me to stand on my own. "Would you be a sweet boy and answer the door for us, Jeffrey?" She asked.

"Yes, Aunt Victoria," I said without hesitation. I simply had to obey her. I didn't really wonder who was at the door; I just started walking to the front door, feeling very tired.

I opened the door and stood in the open doorway.

It was a big surprise.

Nikki was back early, without Erin and Beth.

But there was another young girl with her, a petite blonde.

I recognized her.

It was Karen, a girl from my school who had graduated the year before. She was probably about 20 now.

Karen's smile was beautiful as her eyes surveyed me up and down several times, taking an extra pause when her gaze was on my groin. "I didn't believe you," she said to Nikki.

Nikki said brightly, "Guess who I ran into at a pub, Jeffrey -- your schoolmate Karen. We got to talking and she is taking courses from Dr. Victoria, and she mentioned her high school and one thing led to another and here we are! Isn't it great?"

"Yes, Nikki. Hello Karen, nice to see you again. Please come in, ladies." I stepped back to make room for them in a daze and felt no embarrassment in having Karen see me in my pouch panties, glistening all over with my own semen. In fact, I was proud. I was proud to be seen as a slut -- a boy for women to look at and touch and use. That was who I am.

Nikki took my hand and pulled me behind her as we walked to the living room. Karen kept looking over her shoulder at me, as though to confirm it was not a hallucination. She kept grinning and giggling and looking at Nikki, then me, then Nikki, still trying to get over her amazement.

As we stopped in the living room, we all turned to the stairway to see my dad coming down the stairs. We couldn't help but all watch as his big shaved genitals, including a thick semi-erect penis, jiggled in the tiny sheer blue pouch with each step. His face glistened, and I realized he must have been between Ms. Andre's thighs. Oh, my... I thought.

Karen looked at me and whispered, "Is that your dad?"

"Yes," I whispered back, feeling proud.

"He's hot..." she mumbled, mostly to herself.

I wondered how this would all unfold as my dad walked across the living room to Ms. Andre, and stood obediently waiting for her lead. This afforded Karen a full view of my dad from behind, showing his naked muscular bottom with only the blue string at his waist and disappearing between his cheeks. I'm sure the girls noticed the overall pinkness on his bottom, particularly low where the cheek meets thing. And there were some spots that were red, and some red streaks, caused by extra-powerful swats, I presumed.

So, my dad had been spanked today... I wondered what he had done to deserve it...

Ms. Jordan smiled, looking over at me and the two girls, Nikki and Karen. She walked over to us and held out her hand to Karen in greeting. "Hello, Karen, My name is Jordan Andre, so glad to meet you. Welcome to my home. This is my famous sister, Dr. Victoria Andre." Karen shook hands with Aunt Victoria.

"It's amazing to be here and meet you Dr. Jordan," said Karen, "Of course I have met Dr. Victoria in class."

"Yes, well, feel free to wander around and do anything you please. There is wine in the kitchen, if you wish I shall have Jeffrey bring you a glass."

Karen eyed me up and down and said, "Yes, please, I'd like a glass."

Ms. Andre glanced at me and I nodded and walked to the kitchen, wiggling my bottom just a little for their benefit, and quickly filled a glass. While behind the counter, I adjusted my genitals in my pouch, trying to present them as best I could so they'd jiggle when I walked back to the girls. Happily both Nikki and Karen were watching me as I returned, so I walked with my thighs squeezed together to force the sheer pink pouch forward to jiggle back and forth. I figured a boy's got to do his best with what he has.

I liked that they were looking at me, and I liked feeling 'slutty' when I showed off to them. I was still quite messy, though most of my semen had dried. Letting them see me like this made me feel lewd and naughty. I liked it!

As I looked back at them, I remembered that I really liked Nikki's enormous breasts, barely covered in her black, clingy, spaghetti-strap dress. Nikki had an amused smirk on her face, whereas Karen was having a hard time keeping her jaw from dropping open as she grinned madly.

I handed Karen the glass and she looked into my eyes as she took a sip. "Thank you, Jeffrey," she said. She grinned at Nikki conspiratorially, and whispered, "You're a mess, is that your semen all over you?"

I gulped. "Yes," and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. It felt good.

Karen leaned even closer, "Are those a pair of Dr. Victoria's pouch-panties you're wearing?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"You know I can see your penis and testicles right through the fabric, don't you?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"They look so cute on you. I can see you're circumcised; your pretty head is clearly visible. Do you like wearing your panties, Jeffrey?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"And it looks like your daddy's bottom has been spanked recently...have you been spanked today?"

"No, Karen," I said.

"Do you think you need a spanking, after spurting all over yourself and being such a messy boy?"




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 04



Humiliation and embarrassment and shame filled my belly. I looked down at the floor. Almost silently I murmured, "Yes."

"Hmm..."she stepped back in appraisal. "And who do you think should give you your spanking, Jeffrey?" Before I could answer, she leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to spank your bottom? You know, if I do it, I'll have to pull your panties down and spank your bare bottom. I'll make your cheeks nice and pink like your dads, and have you moaning and squirming and begging on my lap, and I won't stop until after I see real tears, Jeffrey."

I just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, but I felt my penis start to stir. It was so embarrassing to be questioned like this, and yet it felt so good.

"I'm waiting, Jeffrey. You know a boy has to ask for his spanking..."

"Please spank me," I blurted out, feeling humiliated.

"I want you to ask me for all the things I've told you. Be specific, Jeffrey." I could tell she'd really been studying hard in Aunt Victoria's classes. She knew just how to talk intimately with a boy and maximize his shame and embarrassment.

In total humiliation, I whispered, "Please, Karen, I want you to pull down my panties, take me across your lap, and spank my bare bottom until it's very pink and I am squirming and moaning and begging. And don't stop until after I am crying real tears."

"Hmm, that sounds delightful, Jeffrey." Turning to her friend she said, "Nikki, doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Absolutely," said Nikki, "But you should ask permission from Dr. Jordan."

Karen walked sexily, in her backless white dress, over to Ms. Andre.

"Dr. Jordan, would it be ok if Nikki and I were to give Jeffrey a spanking?" asked Karen.

"Well, he's certainly had a big day today, but as far as I know his bottom is intact. I think it would be good for you two to warm his bottom before bed time. Just don't take too long, a growing boy needs his beauty sleep."

"Thank you, Dr. Jordan."

Ms. Andre said, "I think you girls should use the obedience room. Nikki knows where it is. But first, let me say that I've been teasing and denying my poor boy Edward all day, and I've promised to allow him an ejaculation. Would you like to watch before you see to Jeffrey's bottom?"

"Yes," said Nikki, as Karen's eyes got big and she smiled and nodded.

"Excellent," said Jordan. "Edward, please remove your sweet pouch, get some pillows, and lie down across the edge of the coffee table, dear. I'm going to milk your penis now, while everyone watches, and I expect a very big ejaculation."

"Yes, dear," said my dad. I'd never heard him called 'Edward' before, just Ted. I guess there's no end to the new things in this house.

Dad slipped off his pouch, and handed it to Jordan. She held the inside of the pouch to her nose and inhaled deeply, smiling. "Mmmm. I just love the smell of male genitals. The pheromones are thick and the scent just makes me think of cock, and semen. Get into position, dear, I'm going to make you come really hard." She slipped the pouch into her bra, perhaps to enjoy later.

"Yes, Ma'am," said dad, and he hurriedly took position as all the women giggled at his eager obedience.

Dad laid pillows from the sofa onto the coffee table, and sat on the edge. Then he laid back with his bottom just at the edge of the table.

Victoria said, "Let that be a lesson, Karen. Boy's get very obedient when your promise to make them spurt!"

Jordan knelt down between my dad's legs and said, "Knees up and out, sweet cheeks." She motioned Nikki and Karen to come closer, and they knelt down, one on each side. 

Jordan said, "Nikki, when the time is right, I'll need you to work your magic. I want him really empty when we're through."

"You've got it, Doctor, just like at the clinic..."

Jordan smiled as my dad grabbed his knees with his hands, pulling them up to his chest and spreading them apart, as his love took hold of his stiff erection and began to stroke vigorously....

*

To be continued...

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Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 05



This story picks up right from the end of part 4.

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Jordan stroked with fast, even strokes. Pulling long and hard on his engorged penis and making the head swell and start turning purple in arousal and need. His hips began to wiggle slightly, and little whimpering moans escaped his lips. "Shush, now, honey," said Dr. Jordan, "Just hold still and be a good boy. I want to see some big spurts from you because I want to show off how much and how well you can come for me."

"Yes, dear," my dad whispered between gasping breaths.

Jordan was using her left hand to stroke his thick, hard cock, and with her right hand she massaged his testicles firmly. She liked to play with a man's testicles, his most precious and delicate parts, with a gentle but firm hand so that he knew she was in complete control. She smiled at his gasps and his struggle to be quiet and hold still. She knew she was driving him quickly to the edge; such was her skill which she had honed over more years than she'd care to mention, with more penises than she could possibly remember...

The 'attendants' – Nikki and Karen – knelt and scooted closer to Jordan's sides as they observed her legendary technique, looking for tips and tricks that would improve their knowledge of male genital control and stimulation, of which Dr. Jordan was an acknowledged master.

"Do you see how the head of his penis is turning from pink to purple?" said Jordan, "That means blood is flowing into and filling up his pretty glans, which will make it very sensitive when I do this..." She let go of his testicles for a moment, and put her soft right palm over his penis head, slowly rolling her palm around. She held his shaft still with her left hand, regardless of the way he wiggled against the new overwhelming sensations he experienced. This caused his eyes to shoot open and his head flailed back as he moaned in torment. 

Jordan continued, "And don't you girls love all the drippy pre-seminal fluid escaping the open slit? I like to rub these precious juices all over the glans with my palm – as you can see it is quite effective and reduces a boy to jelly instantly. And the best part is," she grinned wickedly, "rubbing his glans like this is very stimulating, but this technique won't make him to come. You could do this all day and he'd never be able to ejaculate as long as you don't stroke the boy's shaft – he'd just writhe and moan and go out of his mind. Isn't that wonderful?"

All the girls giggled at that, since Jordan showed no sign of stopping soon...

"Oh, yes!" said Karen, "This is quite fascinating!"

Nikki grinned at her new friend knowingly, and then turned to Dr. Jordan, "How long has it been since you allowed poor Edward to spurt? He seems quite in need of release, which makes this technique extra delicious!"

"Oh, I don't know..." said Jordan with false modesty (for she knew exactly the answer), "Perhaps 5 days, maybe a week? In any event, we've been enjoying a variety of sexual stimulations and activities these last few days, and I have had a lot of very wonderful orgasms. Edward is so cooperative and understanding when it comes to that. He knows that all things sexual are for the woman's pleasure, not the man's. But I've decided to have mercy on him now, and I'm going to make him come for me...eventually" 

She smiled lovingly down upon her man, happily watching him sweat and wiggle and whimper as she stimulated his swollen and oh-so-sensitive penis head. "Men and boys are so easy," Jordan said, "it makes them so cute and desperate when you withhold their ejaculations, and Edward is certainly all man. He mostly thinks with his penis, like all males do. But with him it's not as frustrating as with some other boys, in fact, with him it is positively charming." 

Nikki asked, "So, you're going to reward him with his first ejaculation in a week? That's awesome!"

"Not just yet," said Jordan, "he's been such a good boy for me today and so many other days, I want to give him a few more minutes of my attention to his pretty penis before we see how much he can spurt. I'm quite proud of him, you know, he's a very good creamy boy-mess maker, I suppose that's one of the reasons why I love him so." She smiled in approval and looked lovingly at her man as he continued to writhe in equal parts ecstasy and torment, being obedient to keep his knees clutched to the sides of his chest no matter what excruciating torments she inflicted upon his helplessly-offered genitals.

The ladies smiled at her confession of love, they all knew the feeling well – of loving a boy whose naked body was writhing as her hand merely touched his organ. Such a wonderful feeling of closeness...

Jordan looked pensive as she removed her palm from his glans, returning her free hand to massaging his plump testes. Dad let out a huge sigh of relief as she returned to stroking his shaft, giving his over-stimulated glans a needed rest. 

A look crossed her face as though she had made a decision, and then smiling, she spoke with a sultry and affectionate voice... "Edward, my dear, can you talk now?" she asked.

He nodded and gasped, "Yes, dear."

"My sweet boy, do you think you can answer some questions for your Mistress?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered.

"Do you want to always be my obedient faithful man, and never look at another woman with love in your eyes?"

"Oh, yes, never," he gasped.

"Do you want to always do as I say, accept my discipline, and to love, protect, and defend me forever?"

"Yes, dear," he whispered, struggling to pay close attention even though Jordan's manipulation of his penis continued and intensified, making her stroke a little slower, but very long and full from root to tip.

"Do you respect my authority as the head of my house, and clearly understand that I am the leader of our relationship? If so, I want you to tell me the way we work together to make decisions, Edward."

Between gasping breaths, my dad said, "We discuss...you decide...I obey." 

"Do you understand that while I demand your fidelity, you must respect my freedom to enjoy other men, other lovers, and that this won't in any way diminish my love for you?"

"Yesssss," he moaned, trying not to ejaculate, and trying to take deep breaths to relieve the pressure building inside him.

"And you know that your body and all its precious fluids are my personal property to do with as I please? And that you may never, ever, ejaculate without my permission and supervision?"

Victoria was suddenly at my side as I watched and listened with amazed fascination. She gripped my hand firmly and whispered in my ear, "Oh, jeffrey, this is so beautiful. Pay attention, dear, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." I looked at her face and she was smiling, a tear in the corner of her eye. 

I looked back and saw that Nikki's jaw had dropped open and her eyes were smiling as she sat back on her knees as she clutched her hands to her chest between her enormous breasts. Karen was looking back and forth between Jordan and Nikki in surprise, as if not sure that what she suspected was actually happening!

"Yes, Ma'am," my father gasped, writhing on the table top uncontrollably.

"Then, Edward, I have a question for you...do you want to hear it?"

"Yes, please, Mistress....urghhhhh.....please!"

"Edward," Jordan said in a formal, willful voice, "will you marry me and be my sweet, precious husband? You may answer with your penis, dear."

"Oh, God, yesssss!!!" he cried, as he began to ejaculate, spurting a huge gob onto his chest as Jordan smiled in laughed in delight with a look of triumph on her face.

"You make me very happy, my boy," she said quickly, as she dropped her lips to take just the purple head of my father's penis in her mouth. She began to suck him as she stroked, swallowing noisily and gleefully as she rode him through his climax, spurt after powerful spurt. She pinned his pelvis to the table with her weight and right hand as she forcefully relieved him of every last drop of his seed and kept every last drop for herself, save the very first spurt that puddled on his chest.

Nikki and Karen giggled and clapped and hugged in surprised happiness as Victoria hugged me to her warm, voluptuous body and kissed my cheek. "My nephew!" she said, "I've never had a nephew before, Jeffrey, welcome to the family!" She hugged and kissed me again, and I hugged back, happy to have been here to see the astounding proposal, and completely confused as to what it might mean for my future life! But somehow, I was happy too!

Jordan stroked and sucked my dad until he had collapsed in a spent heap across the table. Then she raised her head slowly while her hand continued to gently ply his shaft, keeping the intimate contact with her man and watching his breathing begin to slow and calm down. 

"I'll take that as a yes, my dear," she said with a grin, licking her lips languidly and seeming to savor the texture and flavor of the offering she had taken from her lover, now husband-to be. My father merely nodded, too exhausted to speak. Jordan smiled at Karen, still sitting in shock, and whispered conspiratorially to her. "Isn't he precious like this? I've always thought a well used and spent man just looks adorable..."

"Oh, yes, Dr. Jordan," she whispered back, "I guess I owe you congratulations on your nuptials."

"Mmmm...'nuptials'..." said Jordan, "I do like the sound of that. It sort of sounds like a delicious meal, which of course my Edward truly is."

Jordan just turned back and continued to look at her new possession with eyes and heart bursting with love. She settled herself anew between his thighs, pushing them apart as his feet were now on the floor at her sides and his arms splayed out across the large marble table. She began to massage his testicles with her right hand, as her left continued to gently and slowly stroke his now half erect penis. Every few strokes, a little pearl of his offering would appear at the tip of his head, and she'd happily extend her tongue and collect it.

Nikki and Karen softly backed away and came to stand next to Victoria, whose arm was still around me. The room was now silent, as though the moment Jordan was sharing with her betrothed was sacred and the spell should not be broken by onlookers.

Victoria silently shooed us all out of the room and up the stairs, not speaking until we were down the hallway a ways, thus allowing Jordan and my dad to spend the rest of their intimacy in peace. She stopped us and turned to Nikki and Karen.

"Ladies," said Victoria, "I think you should take our Jeffrey into the obedience room and show him how a woman loves a man enough to make his bottom pink. I know it's getting late, and Jeffrey's already had quite a day, but it looks like he could still stand a little feminine attention and provide you girls some entertainment."

All three women looked down to see my erect penis pushing to escape the little pouch, and we all grinned. I hadn't realized that I'd become erect, though the scene downstairs had been surely arousing. I had forgotten about the promise to spank me, and now embarrassment and fear gripped my tummy. But having just witnessed my father's complete submission to his Mistress, and how she had so much affection in her voice and words, while tormenting and pleasuring he penis so expertly, I had to admit it was very arousing.

The thing that seemed to enticing and seductive to me was how surrendered and helpless my dad had been under Jordan's care, and how she had seemed to be forceful and commanding, but at the same was so nurturing and affectionate toward him... I hoped I would one day have a Mistress like her...

Nikki took the initiative, taking my hand in hers and saying, "Yes, that was such a wonderful experience for us to have witnessed, it makes me want to do things to enjoy a boy. And I'm sure Karen feels the same..."

"Absolutely," whispered Karen, still respectful of the couple downstairs, "I'd love to help you with Jeffrey in any way I can."

"Good," said Victoria, "then you girls take Jeffrey into the obedience room and just remember to be gentle with his penis, because I am sure he is quite sore from his....experiences....today." She had looked at me with a grin, reminding me how she had continued to rub my over-stimulated penis after making me ejaculate just an hour or so ago. I'm sure I blushed as I looked down, unable to hold her gaze with the memory that was so humiliating and wonderful at the same time.

Nikki pulled me down the hall, with Karen following behind. She called back to Victoria, "We'll be very gentle...with his penis!" and she giggled wickedly, making me gulp and start to worry again.

Nikki opened the door toward the end of the enormous hall. This house just went on forever, I thought. She turned to me and said, "Jeffrey, this is the obedience room," and she pushed the door open and drew me across the threshold. "In this room, boys receive special help and training so that they can learn to be very good boys for us ladies. Your father is a very good boy, and he's received quite a bit of guidance and help in this room, as I'm sure will you in the months and years to come..."

"Yes, Nikki," I nodded, looking around the large room. It was much bigger than the treatment room I had been in earlier, with its medical table with which I had been made so familiar. This room was at least 3 times the size and had many 'stations' for lack of a better word – pieces of equipment of various designed purposes. I swallowed and blushed as I saw that every appliance had one thing in common. They all had padded leather cuffs and straps, suitable for rendering the occupant (victim?) fully restrained and helpless to resist whatever was done to them.

"Oh, my," escaped my lips in a whisper, as I looked from item to item. Much later than this night, I learned the names of many of the pieces of equipment, but I'll list what I know here. There was a wheel upon which a person could be bound, set on a slight angle, and could be turned so that its occupant were upside down. 

There was a whipping post with a ring at the top, with cuffs on a chain from it. There was a gymnastic-style horse, several spanking benches of various models, a padded table, a throne like chair, and a large wooden device that had too many chains, straps and cuffs to enumerate, and somehow gave the impression of a pirate ship with all the rigging. 

There was another kind of 'horse' – a wide wooden board set on its side, honed to a sharp blade-like shape across the top edge, with shackles hanging down from above and obvious footrests on either side whose height could be adjusted. I could see that a person would have to straddle the sharp board, and it looked painful!

Off to one side was a bench-like object, to which Nikki led me, and we stopped to look at it.

"Have you seen one of these before, Sweetheart?" she asked innocently.

"No, Nikki," I answered softly, staring at the device in fascination. It seemed to have a short 'table' with a downward angle from waist high, such that one could stand against and bend over, laying his torso down its length leaving his head about knee high. The table had two belts across it, and cuffs where a person's head would go. There, on either side where one stood, were padded supports with straps where one's knees and shins could rest, causing an acute angle between the occupant's hips and thighs.

After examining the object for a few moments, it became clear that the occupant would be restrained with his head down, his bottom high, and his thighs spread lewdly. It sent a chill up my spine to think of the things that person could be made to endure. 

"Do you like it, dear?" asked Nikki, "I've had this little gem in mind for you ever since we met early this evening. Now be a good boy and climb into position so we can strap you in and then I'll explain what we'll be doing." She turned to Karen and said, "Karen, please help Jeffrey into position and go ahead and cuff his wrists for me."

"Sure!" said Karen happily, and she became 'helpful' quickly.

In moments I was bent over onto the table portion with my wrists securely fastened. As they positioned me, the edge of the table was just below my navel, leaving my groin completely unsupported and unprotected. Nikki seemed pleased and said, "Now Karen, if you would be so kind as to take down Jeffrey's panties. He won't need them, and you can hang them on that hook on the wall."

"Ok," said Karen, happy to help.

As Nikki was positioning and tightening the strap across my shoulders, and then the one across my lower back to finish securing me to the table, I felt Karen's hands enthusiastically lower my panties to my ankles. "Step," she said, and I stepped out of them. "Good boy," she giggled as she took my panties and hung them on the wall.

Next, the girls helped me get my knees onto the padded shin-rests, and applied the straps on my legs. Suddenly I felt completely helpless, just as I had felt strapped down in the stirrups on the medical table by Erin and Becca. The feeling of helplessness, being at the girls' mercy, being naked and so lewdly displayed with my thighs pushed toward my body and spread wide, made me completely erect again.

I tested my bonds and found that there was a little bit of wiggle-room between the strap at my lower back and the straps on my legs, such that I could move my hips side-to-side a few inches. I rocked my hips a bit to gain more comfort, but in terms of any real use of the available movement, there was none. I was surely completely helpless.

I felt embarrassed that I was so obviously excited by being bound and naked, as I felt my well-used penis pulse and stiffen in arousal. My penis felt heavy and hard and fully engorged. I thought it was one thing to be a submissive slut, because that's what I knew I was becoming, but it was another to be ashamed because of it. 

Even though I loved the feeling of being bound and lewdly exposed naked, I still blushed at the thought that the girls would see me for what I am. An aroused, submissive, boy-slut, excited to be used for their pleasure and enjoyment! God help me, I couldn't wait to find out what they would do to me, what I would have to endure to please them!

"My, my," said Nikki in a sultry voice, "Isn't our Jeffrey a treat? His supposedly sore penis is certainly pink, but it's also stiff and already dripping..." 

Karen giggled as she bent down to look. I couldn't see anything that they did, because the width of the table and the angle of my body made it impossible for me to look back or down between my legs. I really wanted to see her look at me.

I turned my head to the right and, bingo – I could see the girls in the mirrored wall, standing between my spread legs. I knew I would love watching them, even though I wasn't sure if it would make it better or worse to have some warning as to their intentions.

Nikki picked up a small glass bowl on an adjustable stand and placed it beneath my dangling genitals to hold the bowl about six inches beneath the head of my erect penis. "There," she said, "Now we'll be able to collect every drop Jeffrey can offer us...and I expect to extract a large amount of semen, since he is such a young buck and full of juices for us to enjoy and play with."

"Sounds wonderful to me," said Karen, as she casually slid her caressing hand over my bottom. "So, what, exactly, do his juices have to do with spanking him?"




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 05



"Well," said Nikki, "It's true that Jeffrey has already admitted to you that he's been a naughty little slut, and that he should have a spanking..." Nikki's hand joined Karen's on my other cheek, "And we'll definitely be warming his bottom nice and pink..." Nikki's hand slid down between my cheeks, just grazing my anus before cupping my swollen testicles in her palm, "but as you know, I'm quite experienced with prostate milking – which I do professionally at Dr. Jordan's clinic for Male Genitalia – and I thought we'd do everyone here a favor by making sure we put Jeffrey to bed completely and utterly emptied. You know, give him a full milking. He may have ejaculated a couple times already today, but a boy his age produces a lot, and I'm sure his prostate still has plenty to give."

"Oh! My, that sounds interesting, tell me more," said Karen in mock surprise.

Nikki said, as much for my benefit as for Karen's, "You see, Karen, this contraption to which we have bound our young man, is call the 'milking bench'. It is specifically designed to expose his rectal area so that we can access his prostate gland to massage and stimulate it properly. With his penis poised over the collection bowl and his body unable to wiggle free, this position allows us to take our time and extract every drop of semen from him." 

She paused for effect, and then continued, "Additionally, this position with his bottom spread nicely open for us, also allows us some extra sensitive areas to spank. So when we spank him, we'll be able to land swats on his most sensitive areas – his upper thighs..." her fingertips traced across the areas of my body as she spoke, "this nice crease where the thigh meets the cheek...the lower-inside quadrant o each cheek...and in this special position, we also can swat between his cheeks and even right on his anus." Her fingers tickled delightfully as they made their rounds on my exposed bottom.

"So, in summary," said Nikki in her tutorial voice, "The milking bench is uniquely suited to apply swats to a boy on his most tender and vulnerable flesh – right where it will sting the most and make him beg for mercy... You'll see..." she said.

"Oh, and one other thing this bench is really good for..." giggle Nikki.

"What's that?" asked Karen.

"Taking a boy with a strap-on."

"Oh, my," said Karen, "Can we do that?"

"Not tonight, dear," said Nikki consolingly, "That will have to wait, because Jordan has forbidden it, at least for now. She said something about Jeffrey being a 'virgin front and back', and it must stay that way."

"Oh, ok," said Karen, "Please let's get started! Seeing him like this, and hearing you talk, is getting me wet!"

"Understandable, my dear, which would you like to start with first? The spanking or the milking? It's hard to do both at the same time."

"Let's swat his bottom. Seeing his dad's cute but all pink and with red stripes made me so hot for it. I want to spank Jeffrey's bottom red!" Karen looked over and saw my shocked eyes, big as saucers, in the mirror, and said "oh, don't worry Jeffrey; my bark is worse than my bite. You have such a cute little bottom, I just want to smack it a little and make it pink, that's all."

Nikki laughed and said, "We'll see about that. Let's get started."

Nikki went over to another wall and took a bunch of implements down which had hung by thongs on hooks. She returned with an armful of items and laid them out on a nearby table for Karen to see.

"These are the usual things that a boy is spanked with, besides the bare hand," she said. "I personally enjoy the bare hand the most because it feels more intimate with the boy. You can feel the sting in your hand and you can feel the heat of his bottom, but spanking with implements is also very enjoyable, particularly in the way that the boy will moan and cry and beg and whimper and scream – which is of course the fun part of the spanking!"

Nikki pointed at each implement in turn, explaining to Karen. "Here we start with a little soft flogger. It has many strips of leather we call 'tails' that are about 30" long. The leather is soft and this makes noise but doesn't hurt too much – it's good for giving his bottom a warm up to prepare for the more severe swats to come. Next to this is a small wooden paddle, similar in size and shape to a wooden hair brush. Next is a 'tawse' – a 2" wide leather strap with a split in the end. And last, we have a 36" cane, made of bamboo, and about a half inch in diameter. 

Karen listened carefully and picked up each implement in turn, feeling it's weight and swishing it in the are giving a mock swat to get the feel of the thing. She smiled each time she put one down and picked another up. "The cane feels so light, does it hurt much?" she asked.

"Oh, very much," said Nikki smiling, "The can is considered the most severe punishment. Because it is long and thin, if you swing with your whole arm in it, the can travels extremely fast and bites like a wasps' nest. It leaves nice red raised welts on a boy, so you have to learn how to use it carefully."

Nikki picked up the flogger and walked toward me. She reached below me and pulled the stand with the glass bowl out from under me and set it aside. "The first goal of safety, when a boy is in this position, is to be careful not to injure his testicles. One full strike with any of these disciplinary tools on his unprotected testes could cause injury up to and including complete rupture and tearing of the testicle. We don't want that at all."

"Of course not," said Karen, cupping my tender testes in her hand, "I like these very much and don't want them harmed in any way."

"Agreed," said Nikki, "But having said that, there are good things that can come from a little bit of genital flogging with a nice soft flogger like this one." Nikki flicked her wrist slightly, sending the tails of the flogger rising swiftly from her side to slap gently upward against my penis and testes. Feeling the weighty thump of the tails against my testicles made me grunt deep in my throat, and fight for air for a moment.

"What I just did will not harm the boy, but as you can see, just a good healthy nudge on his testes produces a delightful response. When a boy experiences any sort of blow to his testes, it feels to him as though there are cords deep up into his abdomen that are wrung and pulled, hence the guttural grunts that they make. They also have a sensation much like getting the wind knocked out of them, so you'll see signs of this in their breathing after a little whack on their tender and vulnerable testicles."

Nikki flicked again, harder, and this time not only did I feel the debilitating 'kick' in my tummy, but the tips of the tails flicked sharply against the tip of my penis, stinging like bees on my already sore glans. "Rrrrhhhhggggg!" I cried, and panted like I'd lost my wind.

"In Dr. Victoria's upper division classes," Nikki continued, "you'll hear that she believes the reason that boys' genitals are on the outside of their body is so that they can be more easily controlled by us girls. Imagine if your ovaries were suspended outside your body in a soft little sack, able to be accidentally bumped or purposefully swatted. The kind of pain you'd feel is completely different than any other."

"Ah, I see what you mean," said Karen, unconsciously rubbing her tummy with her hand. "I got hit by a softball just there one time, it was absolutely horrible and I couldn't go to school for days."

"Yes, so imagine how a boy feels when I do...this." Nikki's hand flicked again, expertly laying the body of the tails up under my dangling testes again, and again making the tips of the flogger snap against the head of my penis. 

"Ahhhhrrrrrgggghhhh!!!!" I screamed, "Please, Nikki! it hurts so much on my penis!!" The dull ache in my testicles was overwhelmed by the sharp pain on the head of my penis, making me buck against my bonds and cry out in the pain. The searing sensation in my glans lingered like a burning sting, making me pant and moan for seconds afterward.

Nikki said, "The reason he's screaming is because I'm making the very tips of the flogger's tails snap against the head of his penis, in addition to whacking his dangling testes. Just the little tips hitting his head will create a very sharp, immediate pain that quite overwhelms a boy. Notice how he writhes against the straps, trying to free himself, yet once the pain subsides a little, he'll calm back down. Let's let him rest and recover a bit." 

"Wow," said Karen, impressed with Nikki's prowess, "It is amazing how little effort you apply to the flogger, compared to how much effect it has on Jeffrey." Her eyes were bright and her expression one of delight at learning all of these new revelations. "I can imagine how sensitive his glans is, because the flesh is so pink and tender there, even when a boy is hard. It's like velvet; so soft and sweet..." she mused.

Nikki set down the flogger and smiling, turned to Karen to answer. "As you know, at Dr. Jordan's clinic she specializes in just one area of treatment – male genitals. She treats erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, developmental issues, and the like. One of the things she also practices is circumcision. We probably do 3 to 5 circumcisions a month on boys of all ages, but not infants. Whenever she has a client that is found to be uncircumcised, she immediately convinces them of the need to remove the foreskin and uncover the pretty pink head."

"I once had a boyfriend who was uncut," said Karen, "I didn't like it..."

"As you shouldn't," said Nikki, "The Drs. Andre both espouse that circumcision is an integral part of freeing a boy from any covering. A male can't be truly naked if his glans is covered. Removing the foreskin removes the last vestige of male modesty, so that when he is undressed, his most intimate part is uncovered and clearly seen by all women. The fact that the procedure is painful and humiliating makes it all the more wonderful. In Dr. Victoria's writings, she suggests that circumcision should be performed as a rite of passage on a boy's 18th birthday, signifying his adulthood, and from that day on, the boy should wear only pouch-panties, or be naked while at home."

Nikki reached into a small bag on the table and took out a little black flogger with thin plastic flails, perhaps 10" in total length including the handle.

Karen looked at it, "What's that, a key fob?" She giggled, "It's so little..."

"This is a penis flogger. It can be used on a boy when you want to be very close and intimate with him – and have his complete attention! It's really fun to use, but that's for later. I'm showing it to you to make the point that a boy should be circumcised so that his head is always naked and accessible to be looked at, touched, teased, and tormented.....whatever a Lady desires..."

"I see," said Karen smiling, "How interesting..."

"And now, back to discipline," said Nikki, handing Karen the little paddle, "Why don't you begin with some swats on his cute little cheeks with your hand? Then we can proceed with using the implements and you can get a feel for how they work..."

"Hmmm, that sounds delightful," said Karen, placing her hand on my lower back, just above my bottom. "You know, in Dr. Victoria's classes, I've sort of picked up references to spanking a boy in a very specific manner. Perhaps you can walk me through the process..."

Nikki followed her and said, "Ok, sounds good. First, it is a very wise and necessary common practice when spanking a boy, to talk to him all the time. To engage a boy in dialog while disciplining his bottom is most rewarding. It helps you to achieve your desired disciplinary goals by keeping his mind focused just where you want during his disciplinary session. You can scold him for his misbehavior, question him on any topic that interests you, make him count the swats, make him confess his naughtiness, and honestly you can pretty much get him to promise you anything just by pretending you'll go easier on him."

"Just pretending to go easy?"

"Oh, yes," said Nikki, emphasizing this point, "Never, ever, go easy with a spanking. If you don't make his cute bottom sting and burn like a fire, there is no point to it. Spanking a child is something completely different, and we're not talking about that at all! Spanking a submissive adult male over the age of 18 is an art and a science, and the first rule is this: the harder you spank him, the more he will love you. I know it makes no sense to us women, but boys are different and this is the truth. When you spank a man, you must spank him until his eyes tear up, and then you must continue for a time. So let's start with some hand swats to warm up his bottom nice and pink, and get him ready for the implements."

Karen took up her position to my left side so she could swing her right arm, reared back and fired. Her hand landed with a resounding SMACK on the lower half of my left cheek, her fingertips striking the sensitive pink flesh between my spread cheeks. "Ah!" I gasped sharply. Karen smiled and did it again, taking up a rhythm of a swat every second or so, all landing on the same spot and quickly building up heat on my bottom, causing me to begin to squirm in my bonds and to gasp with each swat. "This is fun!" said Karen gleefully as she swatted me. Nikki said to move the swats around and get my whole bottom pink, which Karen did, and after a couple minutes, my whole bottom was on fire.

"What's next?" asked Karen, satisfied that my bottom was nice and pink.

Nikki said, "Once you've swatted him with your hand to warm up his bottom and get him ready, you can move on to the implements to give him various punishments, scolding him and humiliating him as you make his bottom sting and burn. But always remember to add that you're doing this for his own good, and that you love him enough to give him what he needs, and you know what is best for him. These are important words to repeat in various ways from time to time as you spank him. Take your time and make an event of each swat – insist that he relax his bottom and hold it up to you in 'offering' to receive each swat. If he tenses up, the swat doesn't count and must be repeated. This is good training for him to embrace his submission and surrender fully to your discipline."

Nikki moved the little stand with the glass bowl back under my penis, "Let's make sure we catch any drips while you spank him, and also we'll be milking him during the spanking so I want the bowl ready.

Karen nodded to Nikki and then addressed me. "You heard her, Jeffrey," said Karen as she picked up the small wooden paddle. "Now I want you to stop squirming and relax your bottom for me. Rock your hips up a bit to show that you're ready for your next swat, and ask me for it. And remember, this is for your own good and I'm doing it because I care for you."

I took a deep breath, pushed my bottom up and relaxed completely. "Please give me a spanking, Karen," I said, "I'm ready..." My bottom felt the warmth and the memory of her brisk hand spanking, but it wasn't painful, just like a soft glow. I didn't know what the paddle would feel like, but I guessed it would not be pleasant. Even with that knowledge, I knew I wanted the spanking. I don't know why, but somehow being helpless and being spanked was arousing, and now that the flogging of my penis and testicles had worn off, my penis was erect with my excitement.

Karen rubbed the wooden paddle slowly on the lower-inside portion of my left cheek. "I'm going to swat on your sweet spots, Jeffrey, to make each one really count. Now stay relaxed and take the swat with gratitude..." She swung her arm, flicking her wrist at the last moment to land the paddle flat against my cheek, making a loud CRACK that surprised me. There was a half a second before the stinging sharp pain registered in my brain, "Ughhh!" I gasped, feeling the full power of the swat burn into me.

"Jeffrey, you were naughty to make all that messy semen all over your pouch-panties," CRACK! Again on the same spot, driving a new burning and stinging home... "And you have to be spanked so that you learn it's very naughty," SMACK! On the same area but the right cheek this time!

"I want to hear you admit that you are a naughty boy, Jeffrey," SMACK! On the right cheek again, amplifying the sting and now both sides of my bottom were competing to register the most pain.

"I am a naughty boy!" I cried. CRACK! The fire in my left cheek was renewed again.

"Good boy, that's what I want to hear," SMACK! "Now hold still, Jeffrey, and take your spanking!" SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! "I want to see a relaxed and up-turned bottom you naughty boy! You know this is what you need and I'm giving it to you!" CRACK!

"Arghhhh!" I moaned, "Oh, please, Karen, I promise to be good! Please stop spanking me!" I couldn't help flexing and wiggling my cheeks in an attempt to somehow lessen the stinging and burning I felt.

Karen and Nikki both giggled, and Nikki said, "Very nice, Karen, you seem to be a natural at this spanking thing."

"Thanks Nikki, I'm really enjoying it. I've wanted to spank a boy ever since it was first discussed in one of Dr. Victoria's classes. Shall I move on to the next implement?"

"Why don't you get the tawse ready, and lay it across his lower back while I show you how to being working on his prostate milking? That will give Jeffrey some time to absorb and really get the benefit from the paddle swats. Since he can't rub his bottom, all the nice stinging and burning will have a chance to really sink in." Nikki giggled, putting on a rubber glove and making the loud snapping noise as she did so.

"Ok, sounds great," said Karen as she laid the tawse across my back as an ominous reminder of what was to come. Nikki handed her a rubber glove and she put it on her right hand, making it snap just like Nikki.

Nikki handed Karen a little tube, and said, "Put some lube on your finger and slip it into his rectum pointing down. Once you reach in deep enough, you'll feel a walnut-shaped gland under the tip of your finger. That's his prostate. I want you to press gently and slide the pad of your finger back and forth across it slowly."

I felt Karen's wet index finger push against my anus. "Relax and let her in, Jeffrey," said Nikki. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but it was difficult with my bottom stinging so! I let out another deep breath and felt the finger slip inside, and Karen wasted no time pushing all the way in as a soft "Umph," escaped my lips.

"I can feel it!" said Karen with delight. Nikki told her to push her finger in and out of my bottom, keeping downward pressure on my prostate gland, and Karen complied. 

I could really feel it and it made me gasp for breath and pant involuntarily. It was such a new sensation, not exactly pleasurable, but not unpleasant. Somehow it made me feel very violated, and I liked it, and my bottom wiggled a little of its own accord.

Nikki explained: "A boy's semen is made in the prostate, not the testicles. The testicles produce the actual sperm cells – the little swimmers – and they are added to the semen during the process of ejaculation. By stimulating the prostate gland in this way, we will be able to force the semen held there in reserve to go into his urethra and dribble out of his penis without an actual ejaculation. That's what 'prostate milking' is all about – it's getting the semen out of a boy without giving him the pleasure of ejaculation. "

Nikki continued, "This process is not painful, but it's nothing like having a climax. He may or may not have an erection, and that doesn't matter. What does matter is that we want to completely drain him – make him empty – so that his body will hurry up and make more semen. The fun part is that if we do this often enough, we can train his body to produce more and more semen and he'll be erect and drippy and begging for release all day long. And, he'll be able to be made to come more often, and ejaculate more semen when he does. Isn't that nifty?"




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"Oh, delightful," said Karen, "How long will this take?"

"Only a couple more minutes," said Nikki, "and he'll start to flow. Give a little more pressure now as you massage his prostate, and reach under him and take his penis in your other hand." Karen did this. Nikki continued, "Now reach up high at the base of his penis and squeeze, then run your hand downward to the tip, just like milking a cow's udder. Once you reach the head, let go and get a new grip at the root of his penis and repeat. Just keep doing that slowly, and only in the downward direction, while you increase the pressure as you rub the gland. You'll get a flow soon."

Sure enough, in just a few milking actions on my penis added to the rubbing pressure on my prostate, I had a sensation not unlike urination. It felt like something warm and thicker than urine was 'peeing' out of my penis. "Oh!" I whispered, realizing that I was being truly 'milked' for the first time. I was surprised that, given the day's previous activities, I had any more semen left to give.

"Ah-ha!" said Karen, "There's the flow! This is amazing! He's coming without coming!"

"Yes," said Nikki, "With this procedure, you can drain a man without giving him the pleasure of ejaculation. You'd be amazed how much semen a boy actually stores in there, as I can assure you from my vast job experience. Just keep at it until the flow slows to a dribble, and then we'll continue the spanking."

"Ok," said Karen, happily continuing to milk me. She bent over so she could watch my boy-juice drip and flow out of my penis into the glass bowl. She kept increasing the pressure on my prostate as she rubbed it, and she continued the milking action on my penis shaft. 

For my part, it just felt humiliating to be bound on this bench and have my most private and intimate body parts manipulated like a barn animal. This whole process made me feel violated and used, and hearing them talk clinically about my body and how to make my semen come out with so little effort made me feel weak and submissive. They had all the power and I was just a toy for their amusement.

After a few minutes, Karen was only getting little drops and she stopped milking me. "I think that's it, Nikki."

"Alright," said Nikki, "That's enough milking for now. Let us proceed with the tawse. The fun part about the tawse is to line it up so that the strap lies across his cheek and the tip lands on the sensitive pink flesh in the cleft of his bottom, and right on his anus is perfect. You'll really see him jump then!"

"Sounds marvelous!" said Karen, "Are you ready for the tawse, Jeffrey?"

"Oh, no....." I muttered, helpless to do anything about my situation. And no matter how much I feared the pain of the tawse, I knew I had no choice in the matter and would have to grit my teeth bear it.

I think I was beginning to understand what it was to be submissive. There's more than just a 'slutty' side to it. Sometimes a boy just has to endure the hardships and make the best of the situation, regardless of his lack of influence over the matter at hand...

I knew it was going to hurt, but I also knew that in some deep dark recess of my soul, I was going to like it...


To be continued... more on its way, I promise!!!



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 06



Nikki coached Karen to use the tawse on me and it did hurt, especially the way she got the tip of the leather to curl around and strike inside the spread cleft of my bottom. They only gave me 6 swats on each side, for which I was grateful. Nikki decided I needed a rest, and the two girls got sodas from the little refrigerator and sat down on a couple chairs and chatted.

Karen asked Nikki about working at Dr. Andre's clinic, and Nikki was very pleased to tell her all about it.

She said, "Well, when I first started at the clinic, I was assigned to prepare the new patients for Dr. Andre to examine. This entailed making sure they were undressed completely before weighing them and taking their temperature and blood pressure. It was so cute how embarrassed they'd be to have to be completely naked -- especially when I walked them down the hall to be weighed on the scale -- and they'd often have accidental erections! After that, I'd help them onto the exam table and adjust the stirrups properly to get their knees 'high and wide' as the doctor always says. The last 'preparation' I would make would be to shave their genitals completely, as Dr. Andre says this is necessary for a proper examination. 

"After doing that for a while, Doc added new responsibilities for me, putting me in charge of 'prepping' the masturbation appointments, for the younger gentlemen. 

"You see, the Doc has many different services and treatments that she offers. There are a few procedures that are non-recurring, like performing circumcisions and vasectomies, which she always did with the wife or mother present to observe. 

"Then there are relatively short-term treatments like fertility testing, which requires many return visits to provide us with a semen sample to see how things are going. When working with erectile dysfunction, we have the patient come in a couple times a week, and see how well he responds with an erection to stimulation by one of our trained specialists. 

"Another treatment sequence that Dr. Andre provides is for mothers who have concerns about the sexual development of their sons, and is called masturbatory therapy. My job was to take the mom and her son into the exam room, take his vitals and see that he is undressed, get him up on the table, and then ask the mom a fairly long series of questions about her boy - right in front of the son! The questions were so embarrassing for the boy, and it was always such fun, because the boy would often get an erection from the embarrassing questions I'd ask his mom. Like how often did she have him masturbate for her? How long did it usually take for him to ejaculate? Did she sometimes do it for him, and if so, was he quicker at those times? Was she satisfied with the amount of semen he was producing? Did she agree that he shouldn't ever do it without her supervision? Things like that"

Nikki giggled at Karen's shocked expression, and then continued, "Once I was finished 'prepping', Dr. Andre would come in and would guide the boy to masturbate into a glass beaker, which I always got to hold! We would measure the output and discuss his masturbation frequency and semen output with his mother. 

Dr. Andre usually recommended that the mom continue supervised masturbation sessions with her son at least three times per day; first thing in the morning, when he got home from school, and at bedtime. Each session should include two ejaculations, since the boy was young and developing and it was good for his body to adjust to a high level of semen output, with the goal to make sure that she kept him well emptied so that his body would continue to increase semen production. 

The mom was instructed to always have her boy ejaculate into the measuring cup, and jot down the results on a form. Then the moms bring their boys in every two weeks to go over the results with Dr. Andre. A lot of those moms are the older ladies you see in Dr. Vic's evening classes."

Nikki took a sip of her drink and continued, "Dr. Andre also provides ongoing treatments to many patients, and that's my current job. There are many older patients that she recommends to come in for prostate therapy on a weekly or by-weekly basis in order to stay healthy. You see, if a man's prostate isn't regularly emptied of semen, 'to clear his pipes' as Dr. Andre says, all sorts of bad things can happen. It is a fairly quick procedure to get the patient well milked and on their way back to work or golf or whatever. We have a table, just like this one, in the 'milking room' at the Clinic. During the hours I work now, I take the gentlemen into the room, get them quickly undressed and into position, and I milk them.

"I use a special medical device that is shaped with a curve to put the moving head right on their gland, and the head moves back and forth to rub and vibrate against the prostate. I have one here that I will demonstrate on Jeffrey later. With this device, I am able to bear down with the correct amount of pressure as it rubs and vibrates against the patient's prostate gland, efficiently pushing out all the semen. I always wear a medical glove as I milk the patient's penis downward like I showed you, and I empty him into a small glass jar that has lines on the side so I can tell how much he produced.

"I log the numbers in his chart and send him on his way, and clean and prep the room for my next patient. And I have a lot of patients -- one right after the other -- during my shift. Some of them even come in two or three times a week because they want to be 'extra healthy'!" Both Nikki and Karen laughed at this...

Karen said, "Wow, it must be amazing to work there, and I especially like the idea of the moms bringing their developing boys in for treatments regarding masturbation. I'd really like to hear more about that!"

Nikki smiled and said, "Well, there was this one case... It really sticks in my mind as the most enlightening of all. Let me tell you about it..."

IRENE'S STORY:

Irene was woman in her late 50's, fit and well maintained, having kept her figure trim. Her face was a picture of how she lived -- in happiness -- with just the hint of smile lines at the corners of her pretty eyes. Her brown hair was styled like that of a younger woman, and you'd not have guessed she was over 45, and she had attended many of Dr. Victoria's evening classes. As you know, most of Dr. Vic's evening classes are about the societal evolution toward female dominance, and Irene really loved the Dr.'s vision of the future.

Irene's younger sister, Tami, had audited a few classes with her and was of the same mind, though Kim was not as much of an ardent follower of Dr. Victoria as was Irene. Tami had a young son, Craig, who had just turned 18. One day when Irene was visiting her sister, she caught a glimpse of the boy as he was getting out of the shower, and she was quite impressed with the young man. More specifically, she was impressed with Craig's genitals, which were nicely large, and it came to Irene's mind that Craig would look marvelous in Dr. Victoria's invention -- the pouch panty. 

Since Irene and Craig had always had a special relationship, like good buddies, and Tami was due to take an extended business trip, Irene thought it would be great to have Craig stay at her house while his mom was away. Irene spoke to Tami about this, and about the idea for Irene to take Craig into the clinic of Dr. Jordan Andre to get him a complete check-up during Tami's absence, since he was at such an important developmental time in his life. Tami thought that would be fine and the plan was made.

Irene took Craig home with her the following weekend and they spent a lot of time together, catching up on his school and sports and girls. That first evening, Irene took all of Craig's clothes away and sent them to the cleaners as a 'gift' to him. She gave him a couple pairs of her old cotton gym trunks and tank tops for him to 'wear around the house' until his clothes were cleaned and returned. The shorts were threadbare and almost too small for him, with a low-rise waist, and short legs. Since Irene had 'accidentally' taken all of his underwear to the cleaners too, the well-endowed young man had to struggle to keep his genitals fully covered with the little fabric he had to work with.

Irene made him feel comfortable about it, acting like it was no big deal. She reminded him that all through his younger years, she had often taken care of him and bathed him, so he didn't need to feel self-conscious about being a 'growing boy'. She greatly enjoyed the little 'peeks' she got as parts of him would become accidentally exposed. She deviously had him help her move things in the garage, causing him to need to reach and bend a lot, climb ladders that she held for him, and otherwise be in the position of having to carry things with both hands in awkward positions. The result of his efforts provided Irene with ample opportunity to view his large penis or one of his ripe testicles slipping out the leg of the shorts.

She especially liked sitting across from him in the living room, reading a book while he watched TV. As boys always do, he would lose concentration on his modesty and allow his thighs to part. This afforded Irene many nice viewings of his exposed genitals. In the evenings, she took liberty to spy on him as he showered, by disabling the lock on the bathroom door, and accidentally walking in on him. She also was able to catch him masturbating when she walked into his room one night to bring him fresh sheets. She was so pleased with his embarrassment that she stayed in the room and chatted with him, pretending that she hadn't seen his big erect penis in his hand before he'd rushed to pull up the covers. She took that opportunity to take his shorts to be washed, leaving him with nothing to wear the next day.

The next morning, he called to her from his doorway, hiding behind the door and asked for something to wear. Irene smiled and pushed right into the room, opening a drawer and depositing a fresh pair of fresh shorts and a top into his drawer, then she turned to face the blushing boy whose hands were trying and failing to cover his big genitals. "Oh, don't bother covering up, Craig," she said, "we're old buddies and I've seen you naked many a time when I bathed you as a youngster." He couldn't bring himself to drop his hands, so Irene handed him the pair of shorts. He took them, turned away, and bent over to step into them quickly, but in doing so he gave her a wonderful rear-view of his manly bottom and his enormous testicles hanging between his muscular thighs.

On their third night together, Irene informed the boy that she would be taking him to see the doctor, with his mother's full agreement. She told him it would be an important time in his development to get fully checked out and make sure he was progressing healthily. She told him the clinic specialized in male genital health, and watched the boy blush and stammer delightfully. "Uh, um, well, ah, I guess, uh, whatever...."

The next day, with Craig's whining complaints about his relative lack of clothing ringing in her ears, she ushered the boy into her car wearing only the tiny cotton shorts and tank top she had loaned him. The 'cleaners' had a done a woeful job of losing his order, so he still hadn't got his clothes back. She walked the blushing boy into the clinic that Saturday morning, signed in with the smiling medical clerk, and sat him down in the waiting room. 

She noticed that the small room had two other women in their 40's, with young sons about Craig's age. The women all looked pleased and the boys all looked embarrassed to be there. When a mother's name was called, she took her son by the hand and led him to the door where the young brunette nurse waited. The mom said, "Now you behave, Timmy, or I'll have to give you a spanking when we get home," loud enough for everyone to hear. The boy blushed and whispered, "yes, mom."

Irene thought that was delightful and imagined Craig naked and writhing across her lap, having his bottom turned pink by the swats of her hand...and maybe a hair brush! How precious, she thought, I wonder how I might arrange that... Before long, the nurse was back at the door and called Irene's name. She took Craig's hand and led him briskly to the door, as she heard her voice warning him to behave. "Now be a good boy for the Doctor, dear," she said, sharing a knowing look with the other mom who smiled and nodded.

They were ushered into one of the examination rooms by the petite and buxom brunette nurse who took charge immediately. "I'm Nikki, your technician today, and I'll prep Craig for his examination by Dr. Jordan." Irene introduced herself as Craig's aunt, and produced the medical authorization letter Craig's mother Tami had signed for her. "Everything looks in order," said Nikki happily, "Now Craig, if you would please undress and hang your shorts and shirt on the hooks over there." She pointed at hangars on a nearby wall and continued. "Once you've undressed, I'll need you to lie down on the exam table and I'll get you ready."

The boy looked around with wide eyes for some sort of gown to put on, and finding none, he looked pleadingly at Irene. Nikki spoke immediately, "Please, Craig, be quick as we are on a time schedule here. Please take off your clothes and get up onto the table for me." He hung up his shirt, looking resigned to his fate, and slipped the small shorts off. He kept his genitals covered with his hands and hopped up to sit on the table.

Nikki said, "I need you to turn and lie down, Craig, and put your legs up into the stirrups like a good boy." Both women thought he would faint from fright, but Nikki reassured him, "This is perfectly normal, dear, it's how boys are properly examined. Please just do as I say and get into position for me." He trembled visibly as he slowly complied. Once his legs were up in the stirrups, Nikki pulled the little cart with the shaving supplies close between his now raised and spread thighs and said, "Put your hands at your sides so I can shave you, dear." He closed his eyes and hesitantly did as she instructed.

Both women smiled at the size of his now-exposed penis and testicles, they were quite shapely and very big, almost out of proportion to his body, as though his body hadn't grown into them yet. Nikki quickly set to work, lathering him up and shaving his pubic hair quickly and efficiently. Soon she wiped him down with a wet towel and inspected her work, finding him fully denuded of hair on and around his large penis and scrotum. "There, that looks very nice," she said, "Don't you think so Irene?"

"Oh, yes," said Irene, "He looks marvelous that way..." Nikki produced a clipboard and pen and began to ask questions all directed at Irene as if she should know the answers. All the questions involved Craig's masturbation habits; frequency, duration, quantity of semen produced, and the like. Irene acted like it was totally normal, and answered honestly that she had not observed the boy "masturbating to ejaculation." 

Nikki acted shocked, "You mean his masturbation sessions are not scheduled and properly supervised?" Irene answered that, as far as she knew, that is correct. Nikki made some notes on the chart and said, "Well, I see... I suppose the Doctor will discuss that with you." Both women looked then at Craig, seeing that his eyes were shut tightly, and his penis was throbbing a bit and getting larger, probably very much against his wishes.

Just then there was a light knock on the door and Dr. Jordan came in, wearing a white lab coat and smiling brightly. She introduced herself and looked at the chart, frowning. "I see that young Craig has not yet been put on a proper masturbation schedule, nor is he being supervised. We'll have to make some adjustments so that his development can be properly monitored." She pulled a stool over and rolled it between Craig's spread thighs, and pulling on latex gloves she said, "Hi Craig, how are we feeling today?"

"Fine, I guess," said the boy, cringing.

Dr. Jordan said, "Great to hear it. Since this is your first visit, let me tell you a little bit about what we do here. I'm going to examine your genitals to assess your baseline genital health, and we'll take a quick semen sample for testing. After that, we'll discuss your further treatment and maintenance needs with you and your Aunt Irene, and send you on your way. I'm sure it won't take more than 15 or 20 minutes, so just be a good brave boy for me and we'll take good care of you." She began to feel his testicles and examine his scrotum with her deft fingers, marveling happily at their size. 

Jordan continued, "Don't feel ashamed if you have an erection, Craig, it's completely normal during a genital examination for a boy's penis to react naturally and become stiff and throbbing. I'll be touching and examining your penis and testicles thoroughly, and it's just me and Nikki and your Aunt Irene here with you, looking at your naked genitals, so you should feel relaxed and comfortable as your penis gets hard. Having a nice big erection for us will actually help speed things up and get you ready to have you're your semen sample taken, so you shouldn't be embarrassed at all, dear."

Irene marveled at the way the doctor spoke -- as though to increase the boy's embarrassment and to keep the fact that he was naked and lewdly exposed in the forefront of his mind. Already she saw the tell-tale throbs begin in his penis, and knew he could not control the arousal of his genitals. It was such an intimate thing to watch a boy's penis become erect, right before the women's eyes, and the boy knew that all 3 women were watching his penis throb and stiffen, and there was nothing he could do to save any modesty at all.

"Ok," young Craig whispered, still squeezing his eyes shut and making fists with his hands while keeping them dutifully at his sides.

Dr. Jordan continued to palpate his testes, describing what she found. "Irene, his scrotum has no irregularities or abnormal swelling...his testes are smooth...epididymis feels normal...his spermatic cord feels fine....his vas deferens seems healthy...so his testicular health seems great, though they are certainly large. And as we can all clearly see, his penis is becoming nicely erect, which is a good and healthy response for a boy."

She began to palpate and inspect the boy's now-rigid penis. She estimated it to be a full nine inches, which was among the largest penises she had examined on an 18 year old boy. She spoke to her patient, "Craig, since you haven't begun a supervised masturbation schedule, I'll have to ask you when you most recently masturbated and ejaculated? Did you play with your penis this morning?" The boy was frozen in silence, so she asked again. "Craig, I need to know how long it has been since you last released semen. Did you rub your penis and make it spurt last night?" 

He nodded and began to blush bright pink, much to the Irene's delight. 

The doctor continued to probe and prod the boy's throbbing penis, squeezing here and there as she asked, "Did you wake up this morning with your penis erect?" He nodded again. "And did you make a nice big come of semen this morning; perhaps in your bed or in the bathroom when you showered?" The boy gritted his teeth and nodded again as Irene smiled, wishing she had been there to see it. "Very good boy," said Dr. Jordan, "thank you for being a brave boy and answering my questions." She turned to her busty technician, "Nikki, could you please position the sample beaker near the head of Craig's penis? I think we're ready to take his semen sample." 

Nikki moved to the boy's side and took his near hand in hers to give the boy some comforting support as she held the large glass sample container in position. She whispered, "Hold my hand, dear; be a good boy and just let it happen. If you relax and let your penis react naturally to stimulation, it will be over before you know it." She smiled at him and gave his hand a comforting squeeze. He squeezed back and looked gratefully into Nikki's beautiful brown eyes as the Doctor began to stroke his penis with long firm strokes.




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In no time, the boy was panting softly and Dr. Jordan dipped her finger in some lubricating jelly on the tray and swirled the lubricant on Craig's swollen pink glans. "I'm glad he is circumcised, Irene," she said, "It is much better for the boy..." She stroked a little faster, and said, "Now Craig, when you're ready, I want you to be a good boy for me and give us a nice big come of semen. We all want to see several strong healthy spurts from your penis. Can you do that for us?" He nodded, his breathing getting shallower and his hips beginning to squirm involuntarily. 

After stroking him efficiently to a height of arousal, Jordan continued to imprint the boy's mind with carefully designed words and phrases as she slowed the pace of her hand to hold him at a plateau of excitement. "How are you feeling, Craig? Are you experiencing how stiff your penis is as I stroke you? I want you to focus your attention on your penis, and think about how the stirrups are spreading your thighs nice and wide, baring your shaved genitals completely for examination and treatment. I'm going to slow down a little bit to give you time to experience increased arousal so that you can make a nice big ejaculation. We all want to see a lot of semen ejaculate in big healthy spurts as we watch carefully."

Jordan smiled to herself, knowing that her technique was excellent, being so well practiced, but she was also very pleased that her specially chosen words were having their desired effect on the boy's mind. She was intentionally causing the boy to connect sexual pleasure with his own submission to female authority, which was a foundational component or all her treatments. She needed to make sure he had a new and powerful experience of an intense ejaculation that would eclipse all previous fantasies, and set his submissive nature free to grow.

Jordan knew how to redirect the boy's sexual nature and fantasies, turning on his submissive feelings and creating a foundation for his Aunt Irene to build on. She knew Craig's aunt was one of her sister Victoria's students, and that she wanted to bring Craig's submissive nature to the surface. She turned to Irene and spoke. "Irene, do you see the involuntary responses to stimulation occurring in Craig's body, as his arousal begins to peek? Watch carefully as the pink head of his penis turns purple, and he squirms in anticipation of release. His body needs to ejaculate and the continued stimulation of his penis will bring his semen spurting out. I'm sure he'll be a good boy for you as you put him on a schedule."

The boy couldn't help it any longer, and a soft moan escaped his lips and his head turned side-to-side as his hips wiggled helplessly, much to the delight of the three women watching intently. He opened his eyes just long enough to see his Aunt Irene standing close to Dr. Jordan, between his spread thighs, and that all three women's eyes were fixed on his penis, watching his penis as the doctor stroked him. He closed his eyes and moaned again, louder this time.

Dr. Jordan slowed her strokes to keep the boy on edge, but not allow him to climax as she said, "Craig, once you're on a masturbation and ejaculation schedule, you'll be very cooperative with your Aunt Irene, won't you dear?" He didn't respond right away, so Jordan slowed her strokes even more, letting her thumb ride up and over the crown of his glans with each upward stroke. "I didn't hear you, Craig. I'll ask again. Will you be a good boy for your Aunt Irene and cooperate with your masturbation schedule?" The boy was so desperate to ejaculate that he shivered and finally whispered "Yes!" through gritted teeth.

"Good boy," Jordan said, resuming faster strokes. "Now Craig, I want you to open your eyes and look down here between your spread thighs. I want you to see how I am stroking and stimulating your penis and see how Nikki is holding the sample cup to capture all your semen when you spurt like a good boy." He opened his eyes and looked, gasping softly as he did so. "Good boy. Now I want you to see your Aunt Irene standing next to me, helping to supervise your treatment. She's watching very closely and helping us take good care of your penis. This is how, in the future, she will help you with your ejaculation schedule, and take your semen samples for you. She loves you and wants to make sure your penis is healthy. Isn't that nice that your Aunt Irene is going to help you, Craig?"

He nodded, gasping as Jordan gripped a bit tighter and began to stroke more slowly to extend the session and continue to imprint powerful submissive thoughts into his young mind. "Now I want you to keep looking at your Aunt Irene's face, and tell her when you're getting close to spurting. A boy must never spurt without warning, and it's important for you to be a good boy and ask permission before you spurt for your Aunt Irene. I want you to be a very good boy and say these exact words when you're ready to spurt, Craig. You must ask, 'Aunt Irene, May I please spurt my semen for you?' You can do that for your Aunt Irene, can't you dear?"

He nodded emphatically, looking into Irene's eyes as she smiled lovingly at him.

"Good boy," said Dr. Jordan, "I'm sure you'll be a very obedient and appreciative boy that your Aunt Irene will take the time to help you with your ejaculation schedule. Now I'm going to rub your penis faster, Craig, and I won't stop until I've taken all of your semen, and you've spurted everything into the sample cup. When you ready to spurt for us, you know what to say, Craig, so be a good boy..."

He nodded again, gasping and wiggling his hips and thrusting his penis in her experienced hand as Irene watched intently to study his every response. Jordan said, "Irene, would you please massage Craig's testicles for him? It will help him to have a good ejaculation."

"Certainly," said Irene as she smiled and reached out her hand, taking the boy's big testes in her hand and rolling them with her fingers.

The boy was writhing on the table, panting for breath and moaning. When he felt his testicles being played with, he squeezed Nikki's hand tightly and gasped, "Aunt Irene may I please spurt my semen for you?" Irene smiled and said delightedly, "Yes, dear, you may spurt all your semen for me now," as she rubbed and rolled his testicles against his body with the palm of her hand, spurring him on.

His hips bucked and his muscles tensed, and then the first splash of semen hit the inside of the beaker as he moaned, "Arhhhhh......"

Dr. Jordan stroked his penis as it throbbed and spurted in her hand, saying, "Yes, good boy, that's it! Spurt for us Craig, that's a good boy; make nice big spurts for Aunt Irene! Yes, that's it, keep spurting, Aunt Irene wants to see what a big-boy come you can make for her! Show Aunt Irene that you can spurt out every drop! That's a good boy!"

Jordan gave Irene an encouraging look and she began to cheer the boy on as well, having caught the feeling of the type of language to use. "Yes, Craig, that's very nice! I'm proud of your big spurts! Spurt every last drop of your semen for me out of your pretty penis as I watch! Oh, yes, that was a good spurt, dear; do that again! Oh! Very nice! Such a good spurting boy, it looks amazing!"

Finally after about 7 heaves of his body, resulting in nice spurts, the boy collapsed breathing heavily. Jordan continued to milk his thick penis as he relaxed, coaxing additional pearly drops up his shaft and out of the slit in his purple pulsing head. Nikki expertly captured every bit in order to get the complete sample. Irene found it difficult not to break out into cheers and applause.

When the boy was fully spent, Jordan laid his softening penis on his belly, tossed her gloves into the disposal bin, and took Irene back to her office to await the boy. Soon after, Nikki walked into the office with the exhausted naked boy, holding Craig's hand. She helped him sit down in a chair next to his Aunt. In his spent state, he had no modesty and sat sleepily in the chair with his thighs wide apart, baring his shaved and naked pink genitals to the women's eager eyes.

Dr. Jordan spoke, "Irene, it is critical to put your boy onto this schedule, and to supervise his ejaculations. A boy of Craig's age needs a structured masturbation schedule so that he can keep his juices flowing properly and not do any testicular or prostate gland damage by allowing his semen to get backed up. Each time you take his semen, you can rub this special cream into his genitals to keep them healthy and fresh. Also, I will give you this newly-developed special kind of underwear for young boys, which is much healthier for their genitals than either normal briefs or boxers."

She took a pink pair of Victoria's pouch panties out of her drawer and handed them to Irene. "See that he wears these at all times that he wears clothing. It would be best for him to wear only these special panties around the house. The pouch is specially designed to provide minimum support -- so that his testicles can dangle safely in a healthy position without swinging too freely as to cause injury.

She turned to Craig and said. "It is important for you to wear nothing but these special panties whenever you are at home, and also wear them when you are dressed to go out of the house from now on. Aunt Irene can go on the internet and order more for you right away. I'll need you to cooperate completely with your masturbation schedule, and follow your Aunt Irene's instructions at all times for the good of your genital health. You'll come back to see me about every three days for a couple weeks and we'll do some more tests. Ok?" 

Craig, exhausted but strangely accepting of these things, nodded his cooperation.

Irene helped Craig put on the pouch panties and then the little shorts and top. She thanked Dr. Jordan for the treatment and pouch panties and masturbation schedule, shook hands all around, and took her sated nephew home. She undressed him completely, experiencing no resistance, and put the exhausted boy to bed for a nap.

"Wow, that is an amazing story!" said Karen excitedly. I want to hear more about Craig and Irene -- how did things progress after that?

Nikki said, "Irene has become a good friend, and Craig is a valued patient at the clinic. I'll tell you more about them at another time, but for now, I think Jeffrey has had enough rest."

In the course of another twenty minutes, I had 6 fresh and stinging cane stripes across my bottom, and I had been milked the second time by Nikki, using the 'medical device' as she demonstrated its power for Karen's benefit. With her excellent medical skills, Nikki was able to extract an equal amount of additional semen from me to that which Karen had earlier done only by hand. I really felt empty when they finally unstrapped me and let me get up off the special table.

Nikki helped me put on my pouch panties, and bid Karen goodnight. Karen gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me I was a good sport and that she hoped to see me again soon.

Nikki took me by the hand and led me to my room. She tucked me into bed and kissed me on the forehead. "You were a good boy for me and Karen," she said happily, "Now you sleep deeply, it's been a very busy day for you."

"Yes, Nikki," I said. And I went to sleep after a few minutes, even though my bottom was quite hot and still stinging from the spanking I had received and my penis and testicles were sore from all the milkings and testicle swats they had given me. I felt very drained and well-used. I liked how it felt. 

Every time I noticed a sensation in my bottom, my mind would recall being on the table at Karen's and Nikki's mercy, receiving swats of all different kinds. And when I felt any sensation in my genital region, I would remember how helpless it felt to be milked by Nikki and Karen, or having my penis rubbed by Victoria after she made me ejaculate. I'd never had my semen taken by prostate milking -- without any real feelings of pleasure, nor had I felt the over-stimulation of my sensitive penis as Victoria had done to me. Both experiences were quite embarrassing, and I liked the feeling of being helpless and being embarrassed as my body was used by the women.

I slept very soundly that night. It had been a big day!



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 07



CHAPTER 7

The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed with the sun shining into my window. I moved a little and felt the sharp twinges in my bottom from the spanking, paddling, strapping, and caning I had received from my old schoolmate, Karen.  All the memories flooded back, and I blushed.

I got out of bed and found a note on my dresser; it seemed to be in Ms. Andre's handwriting.

Jeffrey – be sure to put your pretty pink pouch panties in the laundry hamper before taking a shower. Once you're clean, you may put on the pretty blue pouch panties – in the new thong style! – I've left for you, and come downstairs to breakfast.  Love – Jordan (Mommy)

I did as I was instructed, noticing that the house was very quiet. I showered and returned to my room without interruption and put on the little blue pouch. I looked in the mirror to see the inch-wide blue waist-band riding low across my hips and abdomen to the sheer pouch. I could clearly see the pinkness of my shaved genitals peering though the fabric. The elastic band around the pouch's opening made it fit snugly, capturing my penis and testicles, but nothing else, with little thin band to help keep it in place. 

The nearly complete lack of coverage on my pubic mound highlighted the fact that all my pubic hair was shaved. I felt a little stubble, but my light brown hair was so sparse anyway that it hardly showed. I was surprised that I felt so 'normal' wearing basically nothing, and that I would wear only this downstairs into the house, in front of women. I guess my modesty had become a thing of the past for me. 

I turned to see the back, where a small swath of narrowing fabric started at the low-riding waistband and disappeared downward between the still-red cheeks of my bottom. I blushed again at the redness and marks still visible on my bottom from my spanking...  I'd never worn a 'thong' style before, and found it surprisingly comfortable.

I walked downstairs and through the expansive living room, glancing at all the paintings and sculptures featuring male nudity, which were the hallmark of the Andre Estate. I wondered if I'd ever be painted or sculpted, or at least photographed for posterity. It would be neat to be 'immortalized', especially naked, I thought.

I stood in the kitchen doorway and saw Ms. Andre sitting at the kitchen table with coffee, looking at a laptop computer. She smiled at me, looking at my little blue thong, and motioned that I should sit on her lap. She made room for me and settled me in. With her arms around me, she manipulated the keyboard and images started to appear on a slide show.

There were many women, perhaps six, arriving into a private lounge, under low lighting, dressed in evening gowns of many colors. They were all beautiful and seemed to be any age from 30's to late 50's, though it was hard for me to tell. As the women entered, they were given a small tag with a number on it, which they put on the bust of their dresses, often in a tantalizing fashion right at the juncture of their exposed cleavage. They were smiling and hugging in greeting and soon settled themselves down in various chairs around the room, anticipation on their faces.

The next few slides showed boys entering the room. They all seemed to be young, about my age of 18 or 19, and they were all completely naked in sharp contrast to the well dressed ladies. The boys each reached their hand into a box to withdraw a ticket, and looking around the room, found the lady with the matching number and went to stand before her.  One thing I noticed was that each boy had good sized genitals and all were shaved completely bare, just like me.

The women all began to talk to their assigned boy, and took the liberty to touch and examine his genitals as they did so. In short order, the boys began to get erections to the obvious delight of their mistresses who happily stroked penises and fondled testicles as they spoke to their boys. Then things began to develop into more intimate things.

There was probably music, because some boys were now wiggling and dancing lewdly in front of their Ladies with little or no inhibition. There were pictures of individual boys doing lap dances now, rubbing their bottoms in the lap of their Ladies, bending over and wiggling as small hands reached out to explore the boy's bottoms or fondle dangling testicles.  Boys straddled the women's laps, rubbing their penises and testicles against ample cleavage or soft cheeks. 

The Boys' hands remained at their sides or in the air, or at most on their Mistress' shoulders for support as they writhed to tantalize and entertain their ladies; while the ladies' hands busily touched, felt, and explored the boys' bodies unashamedly.  I noticed that the women's faces were all filled with happiness, wonder, and delight as they watched their boy perform for them, while the boy's faces seemed in a lustful trance as they slithered and writhed all over their women without inhibition.

Soon the pictures showed a woman with a boy in her lap, gleefully rubbing his penis with purpose. Another woman had bent over to take a standing boy's penis in her mouth. Another woman had pulled the hem of her skirt up to allow a boy to hump his erect penis against her thigh. Several other women sat back in their chairs as their boys masturbated with their penises only inches from the smiling female face.

One woman had a boy across her knees, his penis trapped between her thighs, as she swatted his bottom with her hand and he thrust between the softness of her legs.

Then there were several pictures of the boys ejaculating – in a mouth, onto soft cleavage, onto white thighs, between soft thighs, or into a lady's hand. And then, each boy moved to the woman at his left, and began to dance again. Every boy was still fully erect!

A similar scenario played out, with the boys dancing and writhing against their Mistresses in lewd display of their young hairless flesh and fully aroused genitals. The progress continued and again, each boy gave his new Mistress an ejaculation in the way she wished it. Again, the lusty boys with still-stiff penises moved to their left, and began to entertain a new Lady. The boys never seemed to lose their erections, nor did they seem to have any trouble anointing new hands, faces, breasts, thighs or mouths with a fresh offering of their youthful and bountiful semen.

The slideshow continued in similar fashion until the full circuit of six had been completed, and each woman had enjoyed the charms of each boy in turn. The boys lined up, still with erections, and bowed as the women were all laughing and talking and clapping with delight at the evening's entertainment. For the final entertainment, the ladies sat and watched as the boys began to masturbate all at once. The slides showed the boys, 2 or 3 at a time, spurting semen onto the floor, as the ladies laughed and applauded and whistled.

The boys took a final bow and left the room, leaving the women to talk and smile with each other, obviously reliving the experience and comparing their preferences for the boys. As the ladies stood together, pictures showed how much semen they all had received. Faces, hair, bosom and hands all glistened with the boys' offerings. The evening gowns showed stains and dribbles, and it seemed that none of the women wished to clean off any of their happily received rewards.

The ladies donned their coats and filed out of the room, still seeming quite pleased with themselves and that was the end of the slideshow.

Ms. Andre had sat quiet and motionless, as I had, through the entire presentation, and she let the silence linger as I stared at the now-blank screen. I felt her hand slowly move up my thigh and tentatively feel my pouch, discovering my full erection straining at the sheer fabric. She whispered softly in my ear, "You found that exciting, didn't you, Jeffrey." It was a statement, not really a question.

I nodded.

"Do you know what those pictures are of?"

"No," I replied.

"That was what we call a 'Slut-boy party'. It's like a CFNM party, only more intimate. Instead of these boys being just young men off the street who have agreed to undress in a room full of women, these are special boys. They are special Slut-Boys who are enhanced to lose inhibition and to have increased performance." She paused to let that sink in. "Did you like seeing what those boys did for the ladies?"

I gulped, but couldn't help but whisper, "Yes."

"Is there a part of you, deep down, that wishes you could be that naughty, that slutty, and come like that for six ladies in a row?" 

"Yes," slipped out of my mouth before I could think, but it was certainly true.

"Yes, I know, dear," she cooed softly, "there's a little slut in you that needs to come out, isn't there honey?  There's a slutty little boy in you that wants to feel female eyes and female hands all over your body. You want to have women look at and touch your penis, your testicles, and your bottom. You want them to pinch your nipples and swat your bottom as you dance for their pleasure. You want to feel a lady's hand grab your testicles and mold you to her will.  You want to thrust your stiff penis against her thigh and spurt again and again as she commands you. These things are in your heart, aren't they dear?"

"Yes," I whispered, filled with the 'falling' feeling of embarrassment in my tummy.

Ms. Andre smiled and said softly, "Of course they are, dear, because you're actually more than a submissive boy – deep down you're a slut-boy. It's alright, honey, to be your true self. Don't feel ashamed, you're a precious treasure, dear. Your dad is a truly submissive man, and I love him for it. But you are a little different. You're not only submissive, but you're a slut. A slut-boy just wants to feel the thrill of female attention, and will do anything for it – Anything.  And that's a wonderful kind of boy to be.  Wise women won't judge you, they'll cherish you."

She hugged me close to her and helped me to stand up. She spread her knees and pulled me to stand between them, then carefully helped me out of the pouch, and let the thong fall to my ankles. She took a small bottle of lotion from the table and poured some into her hand. "This is a special lotion we've developed at the clinic that is very good for boys. Today we'll begin to give you 5 treatments daily of this special lotion from now on, plus one special pill per day.  This is a very special treatment program that will help your genitals grow and develop fully, and help you overcome inhibitions."

She began to rub the thick fluid all over my erect penis and my scrotum. It was quickly absorbed into the skin and she began to apply a second helping. "My, you absorbed that very well," she said, "We'll just keep applying it until you can't absorb any more." She continued to a forth application before it seemed to just sit on the skin, and then she wiped me down with a dry cloth.

I could feel gentle warmth and tingling where the lotion was applied. It was nice. And my penis began to pulse a bit more and become even stiffer. "You're probably feeling the effect now, dear," she said.

"Yes," I said, "It tingles and is kind of warm."

She smiled, "That's right, that's what the boys all say. You'll probably feel that for an hour or so."

She reached down and pulled up my thong, carefully getting my erection and testicles back into the stretchy pouch, and adjusting it so that I would be comfortable. The stretchy material easily formed itself to allow my erection enough space not to hurt.

"There," she said looking up at me and patting my bottom, "That's a good boy. We'll give you another treatment in about 3 hours, and every three hours after that. You'll get used to being on the schedule."

I was a little disappointed that my erection was not going to be relieved, and I asked, "Um, Ma'am, what about, uh, my uh...my penis?"

"You mean you would like to ejaculate since you're erect?" she asked with mock innocence.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said bashfully.

"Jeffrey, I'm afraid that's not going to be possible for a few days as we have to give the lotion time to get settled into your system and begin to work." She smiled down at my erect penis and gave the head a little pat. "That doesn't mean your penis can't have some attention, but in order for the active ingredients to really take hold, we need to keep all your semen and your sperm cells right where they are for a while." She patted my testicles gently, "It's for your own good, dear."

"Oh my," I said, "But with the warmth and tingling...it's getting stronger...and it is really making me need to...uh....you know..."

"Ejaculate, dear?" she said coyly, "Is that what you mean?"

I nodded emphatically.

"Well, honey, I know it's going to be hard for you to be a good boy and not touch yourself as the treatment begins, and we need to keep all your semen inside you for a few days. That's why we have these pretty behavior ribbons for you, dear."

She reached into a nearby bag and produced a handful of light blue fabric strips, the same color as my little pouch. She unfurled the fabric and it had a ring of soft plush fabric in the middle and a smaller ring at each end of a long satin ribbon, perhaps one and a half inches wide. She fastened the large ring around my neck and the two smaller rings around my wrists, and locked them with little padlocks. The key was on a chain which she slipped over her neck, letting the little key sit comfortably between her large breasts, and sat back smiling at me.

I tested the contraption, finding that the ribbons were strong and that their shortened length precluded my hands from reaching below my navel. I looked at her, dumbfounded.

She smiled at my dilemma and said, "The Behavior Ribbons look very cute on you, Jeffrey, and we have them for you in all the colors so they will match all of your pouch panties – pink, blue, yellow, and white – won't that be nice?"

I still wasn't sure what the idea was, but then I felt the lotion affecting my genitals even more and I wanted to touch my throbbing penis. Uh-oh. I looked at her with realization in my eyes.

"Yes, dear," she grinned deviously, "The purpose of the Behavior Ribbons is to help you refrain from touching your penis, which will be very difficult as you endure the beginnings of the effects of the lotion. All of us ladies know how hard this will be for you, and we'll be very gentle and caring. But in order for the lotion, and the pills you'll also be taking, to have full effect, we'll need to keep all your semen inside you for a few days."

"You keep saying 'a few days'," I said desperately, "How long is that, exactly?"

"Four or five, or maybe more, honey," she said with concern in her voice, "let's just say for several day's we can't let you have an ejaculation, Jeffrey, no matter how bad you need it. And there's another thing, dear, that's going to be hard for you..."

I looked at her with pleading eyes, afraid of what I would hear next...

She took me in her arms and molded her softness against me lovingly. She cooed softly into my ear, "Do you remember when Erin and Becca shaved you and then gave you the 5 cycles of Genital Stimulation with Ejaculation Deferment Therapy – GSEDT?" I nodded, remembering how horrible and wonderful it was. "Sweetheart, in order for the new treatments to really work well, and fully release your inner slut like the boys on the slideshow, I'm afraid you'll need to undergo more GSEDT treatments, a few times per day."

She held me and waited for my response. I whispered, "But...I won't be allowed to spurt?"

"No, dear, you won't be allowed to spurt. I know it will be so difficult, but we're all going to be here for you to help you get through it."  She squeezed me tightly, "The more of the GSEDT we give you, the better the new drugs in the lotion and the pills will work.  I'm sorry it has to be this way dear, but it's only for a week or so..."

"I thought you said, '5 days'," I asked in shock.

"Five days, a week, 10 days, whatever it takes, honey, we're here for you."

"Oh, my..." I didn't know what to say after that, so I just held her and whimpered a little, feeling the full effects of the lotion really kick in. My penis had never been harder – it was so stiff! – throbbing as I felt the enormous need to have my penis rubbed until it spurted. And it felt like it wouldn't take much stimulation at all to make me come.

"The effects of the treatment are both physical and psychological, honey, and I know it will be a trial for you.  With each successive application of lotion, and each pill you swallow, your physical drive to ejaculate will become stronger and stronger.  At the same time, your ability to hover at the edge of ejaculation will increase, even though the sensations are also increasing. Each time we play with your penis to give you the GSEDT procedure it will be more prolonged, but we know how to do the procedure very well and we will not let you spurt no matter how much you moan and beg and squirm. We know it will be best for you in the long run to have to hold all your semen in for the initial treatment period."

I just shuddered against her soft warm body, unable to respond.

"Now, Jeffrey, don't be afraid. You know we all love you; Victoria, Erin, Becca, and even Nikki have all made the commitment with me to see you through this special time with all the care and nurture we can give.  We'll get through this together, honey. Now I need you to take the first pill."

She handed me a pill and a glass of water to down it with. In a haze of arousal, I took the pill, not knowing what my fate would be, but trusting that she knew best for me.

"One last thing, dear," she said, holding me at arm's length and looking into my eyes, "In order for the physical and psychological effects of this treatment program to come to their full powers, we'll need to try to keep you in a state of arousal at all times. We need to keep you horny, like the little slut you are, all the time so that your body and mind can stay focused on your genital development and the medicines will be free to have their full effect."  

She gave me a kiss on the lips and whispered softly in my ear, "We're going to keep that delightfully pretty little penis of yours hard all the time, dear, no matter what it takes. Now you be a good boy and obey me, obey all of us, and we'll help you release your inner slut to full blossom, I promise."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"That's my good boy," she said warmly.

She stood up and put her arm around me, leading me back upstairs. I didn't know where we were going. All I knew was that my penis was throbbing and my testicles were tingling and it was all I could do not to wiggle my hips overmuch, or try to trap my penis between my thighs to squeeze it. I was now in a constant state of arousal.

She took me into my bedroom, and had me lay down on the bed.  She told me to lay my hands on the pillow above my head and keep them there, and she gently slipped my pouch panties down, taking care to treat my sensitive and aroused penis and testicles with loving concern.  She had me lift my knees and spread them wide for her, and she shimmied between them and settled herself comfortably.

"Jeffrey," she said softly, "I'm going to stimulate your genitals for a while, dear. But to help distract your mind from the sensations, I'm going to tell you the story of our very first slut-boy, Craig. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered.

My penis was dark pink, swollen, and erect. It was pointing toward my head at a 45 degree angle and throbbing with every heartbeat. She placed her hand on my genitals, with the base of her palm on my testes and her fingers lightly touching the exposed under-side of my shaft, and began to move her hand in a gentle circular motion. Just a gentle, comforting touch and motion, but in no time I could feel my arousal increasing even more. 




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 07



My hips began to squirm and a moan escaped my lips. "Shush, Jeffrey," she said, "And hold still for me honey. The more you react to the sensations, the more intense they'll become, and I don't think you want that..."

I shook my head no. "Alright then, just lie still and quiet and I'll tell you about Craig. You'll remember him from the story that Nikki told your friend Karen. Craig's Aunt is Irene, and she brought him to my clinic for examination and evaluations...remember?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered.

"Nikki told me where her part of the story ended, but I kept right on top of his case after that, so I'll fill you in. So Irene had the pouch panties, the development crème, the written masturbation schedule, and a wonderful bashful boy – very well endowed – who was full of latent submissive desires. Young Craig was so lucky to have an Aunt who really truly cared about his genital development and his submissive nature. She was determined to help him blossom into the sexy submissive he was meant to be, and..."

She took her boy home and they went inside the house. The first item on Irene's agenda was to get Craig settled into his pouch panties as soon as possible. But as she passed the kitchen table where her computer sat, she noticed the incoming mail icon, and changed her plan slightly. She marched him into his bedroom and told him to take off all of his clothes.

"But Aunt Irene," whined the boy, "I don't think I should just walk around naked..."

"Of course not dear," she replied, "I have your new pouch panties right here and you will be a good boy and wear them just like the doctor said.  It is very important that we follow her instructions dutifully, dear, so that you can develop properly into a nice grown man."

"Yes, Aunt Irene," he said glumly, but Irene was pleased that the boy was undressing as she watched, and handing her each piece of clothing for the wash as he took it off. When he got down to his underpants, he paused and looked at her. She thought he was so cute in the little white briefs with the big bulge in front...

"Now just pull down your underpants, honey," she said, "and you can hand them to me."

The boy was blushing mightily as he put his hands at the waistband and slowly slid them down to his thighs, revealing his beautiful and freshly shaved genitals to his Aunts breathless delight. He let go and the briefs pooled at his ankles and he stepped out of them. He bent down and picked them up and handed them over to his waiting Aunt, placing them in her outstretched hand. "Good boy," she said.

In spite of the exposure he had experienced that morning, they boy's hands instinctively moved to cover his groin. Irene made a 'tisk' sound and said, "We'll have none of that, young man, hands at your sides please." She watched with pleasure as the boy's hands fell back to his sides and he stood completely naked, with his big penis and full testicles hanging loose and tender-looking between his muscular thighs. She inwardly sighed at what an improvement it was to see the boy denuded of pubic hair. It made him look so fresh and young and very very naked. Just the way she liked him!

She took the clothing he had been wearing in her arms and, leaving the boy standing naked, said, "I'll just run these down to the wash room, and then we can see to your pouch panties. You can come with me." She shooed the boy ahead of her so that she could enjoy the view of his sweet round bottom, jiggling as he walked all the way to the wash room. She thought idly of having that bottom across her lap for a nice long hand spanking, which a boy his age certainly needs, she thought.

In the laundry room, she made him stand facing her as she took her time to sort the laundry and steal glimpses of his naked genitals. Once done, she had him lead the way back to the living room, where her purse was, so that she could help him with his pouch panties.

She sat in a chair as he stood before her obediently, hands at his sides and naked genitals at her eye level. She took her time to lay out the bottle of crème, the masturbation schedule, and the pouch panties neatly on the end table beside her, and then she spoke to him, looking up into his pretty eyes.

"Craig," she said, "First we're going to get you into your special new pouch panties, so that your penis and testicles will be supported in just the right way for healthy development. You'll no longer wear any other kind of underpants as I'll be tossing them all out. Here in the house, you'll just wear the panties as there is no need to wear anything else. I'll take you shopping soon to find some suitable summer shorts for you to wear over your panties when we go out of the house."

He nodded that he understood. "Good boy," she smiled, "Now before we put you into your new panties, I want you to take a fresh shower and get all nice and clean for me. And you must leave the door open as you bathe, there will be no more closing and especially no more locking of doors. I am responsible to keep you well supervised, dear, so I'll need to be able to check on you at any time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Aunt Irene," he said, and she watched his cute little bottom toddle off to the bathroom.

She hopped up and went to check her email. As she suspected, there was a follow-up note from Dr. Andre, giving more details and advice regarding the new genital health and development program Craig was now on. It read:

Dear Irene,

This is just a note to give you some advice on how to handle your lovely nephew, Craig. These are some tips that you'll find valuable, I'm sure. 

Sincerely,

Dr. Jordan Andre

Founder

Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health

The attachment read:

TIPS and TECHNIQUES for maximizing submissive genital development for post-pubescent boys:

1. If you have chosen to personally perform the semen-taking exercises prescribed on the boy's "Masturbation Schedule" it is best for you to refer to it now as the 'Milking Schedule" to make it clear that the boy is not to masturbate, but rather that you will milk him.

2. Things to say (imprint) as you milk the boy – Here are examples for you to adjust to suit the situation. You may improvise freely once you have the hang of it: "Mommy's good boy has a pretty penis", "Does my good boy's penis feel nice when mommy milks it?", "It's very good for you to be milked regularly", "My good boy's testicles are hanging very full", "Mommy's going to get all your nice semen out for you", "All the ladies at the clinic said your penis and testicles are healthy and beautiful", "I'm sure my friend _________ will be willing to help milk you sometimes", "There's a big boy spurt! My good boy is spurting for mommy!", "Yes, nice big spurts of my good boy's semen are coming out into the cup", "Now mommy has to milk out every last drop, so be patient", "Almost done, dear, mommy needs to get just a little more", "I'm going to call _________ right away and tell her what a good ejaculation my boy has had", "now just lie down on your back and rest a while, dear, while I put your semen measurement in the chart"

3. How to perform a proper milking: Position the boy comfortably on his hands and knees on a bed or table top such that you can sit in a chair and reach his penis easily. Place the sample container beneath the head of his penis. Lubricate your hands with baby oil or other clear lubricant. Gently pull and stretch the boy's erect penis with hand-over-hand downward movements, letting your hands slide gently over the crown and head as you go. It can be best to position him so that you can put one hand directly to his penis, and reach from behind him between his thighs with the other hand to do the milking movements.  The hand between his thighs can add stimulation by gently bumping his dangling testicles with each upward reach. Throughout the entire process, continue talking to him as shown in examples in item 2 above.  Do not at any time stop talking to him; you must continually imprint submissive messages into his mind during this time when he is VERY impressionable. As his arousal peeks, he may begin to buck and thrust – soothe him with calming words and ask him to hold still. But as he gasps and moans in arousal, encourage him to do so by praising him for voicing his sensations and feelings. Encourage him to express the pleasure he feels in his penis loudly and with real words when possible. Maintain the continuous downward strokes at a steady pace until he begins to spurt, then slow the movement slightly and cease touching the head of his penis as he continues spurting. When he stops spurting, continue the motion with a little tighter grip and slower pace to milk out the last drops – there will be many drops, so this final process should be given 2 minutes before stopping. Remove the sample container and have him lie down on his back and rest for 20 minutes in silence.

4. Develop his embarrassment by arranging 'accidental' exposure to other women. Look at the milking schedule and invite female guests, likely to enjoy the milking process, to visit just as a milking session begins. Assure the boy that the schedule must be kept, regardless of intruders. Make sure the guests are always female. Travel with the sample container and lubricant, and when out of the house you must still abide by the schedule and take the boy somewhere, (even your car), and milk him on schedule. It is advantageous to be at a female friend's home at milking time so that you can announce that your boy must be milked in the presence of females and invite them to help or at least watch.  In every conversation, talk openly about his genitals with him, and especially in the presence of other women, take every opportunity to talk about his genital development, the crème, the milking, and his pouch panties. If at any time you can show your female companions the use of any of these, do it.

5. Make sure he ONLY wears his pouch panties below the waist unless he is going out with you. Around the house he can also wear a tee shirt, so long as it is short enough not to cover the pouch from view. Do not be bashful about looking at his pouch, and commenting on what you see. Encourage other women to do the same. Erections between milkings are fine. You should call attention to his erections and celebrate them happily with compliments and reminders that it is natural for a boy to get erections. 

6. Any time he is within reach, take the opportunity to look at, touch, feel, and fondle his intimate areas. These areas include genitals, bottom, inner thighs, lower abdomen, and nipples.  Continual reinforcement of his near-nakedness and sexual objectification is very beneficial. Encourage other nearby females to do likewise. He needs to become comfortable not only being looked at, but also being touched for the interest and pleasure of women.

7. Often look at the time and remind him exactly how many hours and minutes until his next milking. And of course, no matter where you are, stay on the exact schedule. Keep him thinking about the next time he'll be on hands and knees having his penis stimulated to express his semen. Between milking sessions, talk to him about how well he did at the last one, and compliment him for the amount of semen he produces for you at all times

8. Make sure the Crème application and the pill are taken on schedule daily. Rub ample amounts of crème into every bit of his penis and scrotum until his body can absorb no more, then wipe off the excess with a dry cloth.

9. Be sure to make an appointment for the next clinic visit well in advance and remind him daily of the day and time of his next appointment, and that he'll be on the milking table for Dr. Andre at that time.

Be sure to call us if you have any questions; sincerely, the staff at the Andre Clinic.

Wow – that's good to know, thought Irene as she finished re-reading the email a second time, making sure she had picked up on all the pertinent points. She closed the file and got up from the table just as she heard the water shut off in the shower.

She quickly went to the bathroom, finding the door properly open, and walked in to see Craig drying himself off. She watched as he performed the task, enjoying the sight of him immensely. When he was nice and dry, she took him by the hand and led the naked boy back into the living room and sat in her chair again, with him standing in front of her.

She looked at his genitals as she picked up the 'milking' schedule. "Now, let's talk about your milking schedule. I have decided it will be best for you to be milked by me, or a suitable surrogate, rather than to have you masturbate. It will be best for you not to touch your penis at all, except for bathing and urination. I will be touching your genitals often, and I will take responsibility for seeing to it that your semen buildup is relieved according to the doctor's schedule."

To assert her right to touch his body as she pleased, Iren promptly reached out and began to feel his testicles, much the way Dr. Andre had, thoroughly feeling the boy up. After a full 30 seconds, as a couple slight twitches of the boy's flaccid penis, she took the soft but meaty flesh in her hands, closely examining every inch of the pink and vein laden flesh. She noted with a smile that there were a lot of inches to examine. She finished with an examination of his coronal ridge and the slit of his head, then satisfied everything looked not just fine but fabulous, she laid his penis back atop his dangling testes and gave it an affectionate pat. "Very nice," she muttered.

She made a show of looking at her watch, "Your next milking will be in 55 minutes, dear." She looked up from his genitals to read the look on his face. It was a look of helplessness and submission. Perfect, she thought. She picked up the bottle of crème and told Craig that she would rub a thorough application onto his genitals each evening, and that she would give him his pill each morning.

Finally, she picked up the pretty pink pouch panties and held the wispy garment near his ankles and helped him step into it. She pulled the panties up in front to nestle against his testes, and all the way over his cute bottom in back. She gripped the elastic band of the pouch with the fingers of both hands and spread it open so that the boy could push through first his testes and then his penis. She snuggled the elastic up tight against his perineum below and the base of his shaft above, making sure that the pouch now contained every bit of his genitalia.

The sheer and stretchy pouch did it magic; 'presenting' his genitals a bit forward of his abdomen and thighs, but letting the weight of his meaty organ dangle down delightfully with a minimum of support. She was struck by how the ingenious design, rather than providing any coverage to the boy's genitals it served to call attention to them and display them magnificently. She thought the inventor was a genius!

Craig could tell that the pouch panties, while technically qualifying as a 'garment' did nothing to hide his private parts. He watched his Aunt as she gazed with delight at his organs, and felt a chill of embarrassment mixed with excitement under her studying eyes. Irene boldly had the boy walk across the room and then back to her so that she could observe how the panties looked as the boy moved. Scrumptious was the word that came to her mind.

Without further ado, she ordered the boy to vacuum the living room floor, and happily sat and watched the boy as he worked. She especially thought the view from behind when the boy bent over to pick something up from the floor, was truly outstanding. It was a joy to see the boy's perky bottom, tight inside the panties, and his dangling genital pouch so full of promise swinging freely between his spread thighs. She thanked God that male genitals were outside the boy's body, where a woman could enjoy them in all their variety of size, shape, and color...

The phone rang and Iren jumped up to get it, signaling to Craig to turn the vacuum off a minute. She answered the phone to find her best friend Margaret on the line. "Hello Marg," she said, "what's up?"

"I just wanted to find out how the appointment went this morning with Craig," said the 58 year old neighbor from across the street.

Remembering the advice in the email from the clinic, Irene responded, "It went very well." She looked at her watch and said, "Why don't you stop by in exactly 25 minutes, and I'll fill you in."

"Exactly 25?" asked Margaret, "Why exactly 25 minutes?"

"Trust me," said Irene, "It's important and you won't be sorry."

Irene hung up the phone with a smile on her face. This is going to be so much fun, she thought.



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 08



Ms. Andre paused in her telling of the story, to see how I was doing. I was lying on my back on the bed, shaking with arousal, sweat was dripping on my brow and my penis was extremely stiff and pointing toward my navel at a 45 degree angle. Ms. Andre had the palm of her hand atop my testicles and her flat fingers lay against the underside of my stiff and throbbing member. Her hand was just holding firm contact between my spread thighs and making slow circular movements.

"Do you feel like you might ejaculate soon, Jeffrey?" she asked calmly.

"Not the way you're touching me," I gasped, "It feels good but isn't pushing me to spurt. I really need to spurt, Ms. Andre, please let me spurt..." I moaned and begged for her mercy, but to no avail.

"Oh, Jeffrey," she said, "You know I can't do that. This is just a session of arousal for you – to help your treatment be effective. I'll just keep the soft slow circles going so you have nice sensations in your genitals, but you won't be ejaculating any time soon, honey. I know it's hard for you, dear, and that's why I'm telling you a nice story to keep your mind off the sensations in your penis." 

She smiled happily as I writhed and moaned under her hand, struggling to increase the contact in the hope that I could cum. But she knew just how to make a boy mad with arousal, and yet not allow him to spurt the semen that was boiling within.

For my part, the story she was telling wasn't taking my mind off of my penis. On the contrary, it kept me thinking about being exposed and erect and her hand on me and her promise that I would not be allowed to spurt. She was driving me crazy on purpose of course, and I knew it. I couldn't help but submit to her and let her do with me what she wanted, but at the same time I really wanted to ejaculate. It felt like I was filling up with arousal and semen and I might soon burst.

Ms Andre looked at me lovingly. "I see your mind working, Jeffrey, and I think I can guess what you're thinking. Any boy would have the same thoughts in your position. I know you need to spurt honey, and you're feeling like you'll explode. But that's a good sign that the treatment is beginning to work. I'll just keep giving you this nice massage, and I'll tell you more about young Gregory and how he became such a good slut boy..."

Irene let the boy finish vacuuming, and then told him, "Craig, it's time for your milking, honey."

Craig looked at her with wide eyes, realizing that it was now 'that time', and he wasn't as prepared to handle it as he had thought. He started to blush and look down. His hands went naturally to cross in front of his pretty pink pouch.

"None of that, dear," said Irene, "You know boys should keep their hands at their sides. Now come on over here and we'll get you ready. Just stand by the dining table, and I'll get you organized in a moment."

Irene smiled to herself as she collected the things she'd need. She retrieved the sample cup, the lotion, some baby oil, a nice dry towel, and two small pillows, and then put them all at one end of the dining table. She knew that leaving the boy standing there, hands at his sides and waiting to be milked, would give him time to think about his milking in the Dr.'s office, and that he was about to be milked by his Aunt. 

He would feel again the mixture of embarrassment at his completely and lewdly exposed he was to the three women attending his milking at the clinic. He'd remember how helpless he felt as Dr. Jordan took his semen so completely, while saying things that made his tummy quiver in arousal and surrender. And he'd think about his Aunt – that she was about to milk him as the doctor had done, and all these emotions would fill him again with a sort of dread anticipation...

These were good thoughts for a boy to have, she mused.

When she was ready, Irene said, "Ok, Craig, let's have you slip your panties down to your ankles, dear..." She loved saying 'panties', because she always saw a bit of embarrassment cross his face whenever she did so. The boy hesitated a moment, and she just stared at him with a serious expression, which caused him to begin to slip his pouch panties down. They pooled at his ankles and he stood like a good boy with his hands at his sides, waiting for her next instruction. She enjoyed how compliant he was already becoming as she took a moment to enjoy the view of his large and shaved-clean genitals.

"Good boy," said Irene, smiling. She knew she should help the boy increase his submissive feelings during each milking session, and she had a delightful idea of what to make him do next...

"Craig," she said calmly, "I think it will be a good exercise for your development if you were to show your cooperation with your milking program formally. So I have decided that you will ask me to milk you. I want to hear you say 'Aunt Irene, would you please milk my penis now and make all my semen come out into the sample cup?' Now stand up straight, look me in the eyes, and ask me."

She crossed her arms under her breasts and stood, waiting for him to say it. After a few moments, she looked at her watch and said, "Don't dilly-dally, Craig, we're on a schedule here..."

The boy was blushing bright pink, and Irene thought it was just darling. Finally, with all his courage, the boy overcame his intense embarrassment and said, "Please milk me, Aunt Irene, so that all my semen comes out." It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for her.

"Good boy," she said, "You may step out of your panties and put your panties on that chair."

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, still blushing as he obeyed her.

"Now then, let me tell you what we're going to do. I'm going to have you on your hands and knees on the dining table, with your thighs spread nice and wide for me. Then I'll put the sample cup under your penis, and I'll begin to massage your penis to coax out your semen." She paused to gauge the boy's blushing response. No argument, she thought, how wonderful! She also noticed that his delightfully long penis was beginning to twitch and thicken in anticipation. She knew the boy couldn't help it, and enjoyed that he was even more embarrassed about becoming erect as she watched.

She took her time to enjoy a few throbs of his penis, as he stood still – pinned under her gaze. Then she motioned for the boy to get up on the table and he did so in a delightfully awkward fashion. She guided him to be positioned at the very corner, with his left knee just at the edge of the table. Irene enjoyed guiding his movements with one hand on his tummy just against his stiffening shaft, and her other hand on his cute bottom. She noted how compliant the boy was to her touch, and how nicely his growing penis and heavy testes hung downward now, so easy to touch and control.

She put the little pillows under his knees for added comfort, and made sure he spread his thighs a little wider, to increase his complete vulnerability and surrender to her will. Just right, she thought, as she made a big show of positioning the large sample cup beneath the swelling pink head of his penis. 

"My, my, Craig," she said in a soft warm voice, "It looks like your penis is getting nice and stiff for your Aunt Irene. Are you feeling ready for your milking?" He nodded almost imperceptibly, because he was so embarrassed that he couldn't hide his arousal. That was another thing Irene thought was so nice about male genital anatomy – it was completely honest – they couldn't hide their arousal, and they couldn't fake an orgasm. It was so enchanting to watch a boy become stiff and erect, and then to watch his sweet boy-juice spurt as moans and writhes...

"I need you to answer my questions with real words, honey," she said, as she made sure he could see her pouring baby oil into her hands and rubbing them together. She began to ever-so-lightly apply the baby oil to his scrotum, being very careful to tease the boy with maximum effect.

He stuttered, "Oh!" when he felt her hands begin to massage his testes.

"Answer my question, dear, do you feel ready for your milking now?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, as a little shudder went through his body.

"Good boy," said Irene as she began to apply the oil to the shaft of his stiff penis. "You need to communicate and let me know how you're doing with your milkings, dear. You should always tell me when you feel ready. And sometimes, when it's not milking time, if you feel you need a testicle massage, like this, you only have to ask and I'm sure I or someone else would be willing to help you." She smiled in satisfaction as she watched the boy's body tense and squirm a bit as she fondled his big testes. She took her time because she wanted Marg to arrive long before the excited boy would be allowed to spurt...

Irene decided to start very slowly, and invest some quality time to 'imprint' the boy with all the different words and phrases she had been rehearsing in her mind since she had read the instructional email.

"Ok, Craig, I'm going to start milking your penis soon, so I'll need you to remain calm and relaxed, breathe deeply, and stay very still for me. That's my good boy. Aunty is going to give you nice slow strokes down your penis to help get you nicely stretched out, and after a while, we'll have some nice big spurts and get a full flow of semen into the sample cup. Does that sound nice, dear?"

"Yesss..." he whispered, "...Ma'am... Uhhhhh.... Ohhh..."

Irene took a gentle grip at the base of his shaft, and worked her oily hand slowly downward, all the way over the head of his penis just as her other hand began to repeat the 'milking' action. "Can you feel Auntie's hands beginning to milk your penis, Craig?"

"Oooh... Yessss.... Ooooh..." he gasped.

"That's it, good boy," she said to encourage him, "It's good for you to make lots of sounds and noises to express how you are feeling during your milking time. And it is especially good for you to use words to express yourself. I know, why don't we practice a few phrases together? Would you like to do that with me?"

She stopped all hand movement and waited for his response. Immediately, he rasped, "Yes, Ma'am."

She resumed the slow stroking and said, "Repeat after me, dear; 'oh, thank you Aunty Irene for milking my penis'. Can you say that for me?" She counted to three and then stopped her hand movements.

This got the boy's attention, and he quietly whispered, "Thank you Aunty Irene for milking my penis." His face and neck were again flushed a deep red. He was so embarrassed for saying such a thing out loud, but then he relaxed a little as Irene resumed her hand-over-hand motions on his now very stiff and throbbing penis.

She marveled at the size of the boy. He truly had a magnificent penis, so much bigger than she had ever seen before. She loved how big and stiff it felt in her small hands – she could not touch her fingertips together when her hand was around the delightful girth of his erect shaft. "Good boy," she said.

She continued to slowly stroke him as she began to talk – to imprint his vulnerable mind – with the 'right' kind of words to impress upon him his need to surrender control and let his submissive nature come forth.

"Aunty Irene is rubbing her boy's penis... Aunty is going to help her boy make a nice big cum in the sample jar... Auntie's boy needs to make nice big-boy spurts, don't you dear?" 

He whispered "Yes". 

"My good boy is naked up on my milking table with his thighs nice and wide and his penis and testicles nicely displayed so Aunty can milk him... Such a good boy to be so cooperative with his milking time... And you like being milked, don't you Craig?"

She waited a moment, and then stopped her hand movements. Immediately the boy whispered, "Yes, Ma'am." Irene smiled in triumph.

"Does Auntie's good boy like being naked for Aunty? Does my good boy want to make Aunty proud with nice big-boy spurts? Does my good boy like how it feels when Aunty milks his penis?"

To all these things, they boy responded, "Yessss..." to Irene's great delight.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Irene suppressed a grin as she completed the strokes already started and then took her hands from the boy's penis. He actually pouted!

"Oh, I wonder who that could be?" said Irene, "You just wait right here, honey, and I'll go see who it is. Don't you move at all. Do you understand me?"

The boy shuddered but said, "Yes, Aunt Irene."

"Good boy," she winked, and walked a few steps to the front door.

Craig could hear her conversation at the door. There was another woman's voice. He heard his Aunt say, "Well, I suppose it would be alright for you to come in and help me. It's such a chore to milk a young boy like this because it can take a very long time."

He looked and saw Irene returning, followed by her friend Marg whom he had met before. Marge's eyes were big as saucers, drinking in the view of the naked and vulnerable boy on hands and knees with his thighs spread and his enormous genitals in clear view. He was embarrassed anew, and hid his face so he wouldn't have to look Marg in the eye. He struggled with the desire to jump from the table and run away, but another part of him just surrendered to the situation and decided that since she'd already seen him, there was no point.

"Hi Craig," said Marg happily, "I see you're in the middle of having your milking session with your Aunt Irene. Do you mind if I join you?"

Craig couldn't do anything else, so he said, "Um... I guess... if Aunt Irene's ok with it..." and hung his head in defeat. He knew the woman was looking at his erect penis, so fully displayed between his thighs, and he had never felt more naked and vulnerable. 

Aunt Irene took up her position again, put more oil on her hands, and began to the slow downward strokes that felt so good but weren't enough to make him spurt. She smiled and winked at Marg, and began to fill her in, mainly for the boy's benefit.

"Well, Marg," Irene began, "I have received a milking schedule from the doctor for Craig. He will need to be milked like this several times a day, according to the strict time schedule, so that we get all of his semen out and keep his juices flowing. This motion I am doing right now is designed to help stretch his penis out nice and long, and eventually we'll have him spurt for us. Why don't you put some oil on your hands and get ready to take a turn? That would help me not to get too tired. In the meantime, you can massage his testicles while I continue the milking strokes on his penis."

"That sounds marvelous," said Marg happily. The leaned over to whisper in the young boy's ear, "Would you be alright if I massage your testes, dear? Do you think that would help you to have a good milking?"

He grimaced with embarrassment, but whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Ah, that's so nice. Your Aunt Irene said you were a very good boy, and I can see that." Marg quickly oiled her hands and took up position directly behind the boy, marveling at how big and full his testicles looked. She licked her lips and took a testicle in each hand, gently massaging them and enjoying the feel of his velvet pouch and fully firm testes.

Craig moaned softly and his hips wiggled involuntarily at the increase in sensations between his legs. He couldn't believe that he was having his first milking at home with now two women attending to the health of his genitals. He had to admit that he was becoming ever more aroused, not simply from the stimulation, but because of his completely vulnerable predicament, and the way the women were treating him. It was as though they felt that milking him of his semen was a completely normal and natural thing to do. And he was beginning to hope it was...

Irene carried on with the 'imprinting' portion of the milking program. "Craig's penis is very stiff now, Marg; you should slip your hand beneath him and have a good feel of it." Marg did so, and allowed as how his penis was very nicely erect and suitable for a proper milking. "Yes," said Irene, "His genitals are very suitable for milking, and that's what the doctor has ordered."

The two women smiled at each other over the bottom of their charge, and mouthed things like "wow" and "so big" to each other silently. Irene had Marg trade places with her and the close friend began to give Craig the downward slow strokes. Irene coached her friend a little, helping her to get the technique mastered. Marg had to keep reminding herself not to go too fast lest she shorten the session overmuch.

Irene took up the task of massaging the boy's testes, enjoying the feel of them in her hands very much. She said, "You know, Marg, now that you're having your first practice at milking Craig, I was thinking..."

"Yes?" said Marg.

"Well, since Craig needs regular milkings many times per day, I was hoping to engage the help of several of my friends to sort of 'share the burden'. Would you be interested in milking Craig for me from time to time?"

"Oh, certainly," Marg said, "I'd be happy to help in any way I can. I want Craig to be a very healthy and properly developed boy too."

"That's very nice of you, dear," said Irene, "So can I put you down for the afternoon milking? If you're home, I can just send Craig over to you and you can milk his penis as you're doing now. You'll just have to measure his semen properly and let me know so I can record his output in the schedule."

"Oh, that will be no problem, I'm sure Craig will give me nice big spurts, won't you Craig?"

The boy had been moaning throughout the women's conversation, becoming a bit overwhelmed by the sensations and the devastating embarrassment of their chat. He nodded, and moaned more.

"Good boy," said Irene, "I think it would now be a good time to speed up just a bit, so that we can bring my good boy's semen spurting out."

"Ok," said Marg, as she doubled the speed of her strokes, quickly eliciting new moans and wiggles from the aroused boy. "He has such a fine penis; I'm looking forward to watching him spurt."

"Me too," said Irene, gauging the boy's heightening arousal and smiling at the tell-tale sign of his testes pulling up to his body. "He's going to spurt for us, Marg. Be sure to keep his penis aimed right in the center of the sample container."

Marg nodded, lost in her concentration on the boy's big penis, and ready to see his semen start spurting out. In a matter of moments, the boy's body tensed and he gasped, "Ahhhhh!!!... Ooooh...."

Irene immediately began talking him through his ejaculation to imprint him thoroughly. "Yes, good boy, make a big spurt for us... ah! Well done! Good spurts! Yes, keep spurting dear boy, that's right, spurt it all out for us... Yes, yes, that's it! Oh, such a good boy making such good spurts! That's good, just another spurt honey, yes, nice, and another, just a little more, one more big push, that's my good boy, yes, very nice, very nice!"

After his last spurt, the boy wobbled and Irene gently supported him to keep him from falling over. She caressed his back and bottom, and gently rolled the palm of her hand on his testes, as she instructed Marg to 'milk' his shaft firmly, but to leave his sensitive glans alone. Both women were pleased to see the additional pearly drops of semen form at the tip of his penis and drop into the sample cup.

Irene looked at how much the boy had produced and was proud of him and herself that he had had such a thorough milking. She decided that he would benefit greatly from many of her friends' help with his milking, and Marg was chief among them.

After Marg had expressed what appeared to be the last available drop from the exhausted boy, Irene took the sample cup and set it on a nearby counter. Returning to the boy, she helped him to lie down on his back and rest. The two women stood together and looked at the spent boy, so cherubic in his automatic sleepiness, with his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with deep even breaths.




Ms. Andre Dates My Dad Ch. 08



They both enjoyed how his softened but still swollen penis looked as it lay across his hip, and how tender his testes looked as they lay in his relaxed velvet scrotum, hanging between his spread thighs. Such a beautiful sight to behold – a boy just after his ejaculation – so peaceful and contented...

Irene took the sample cup and beckoned to Marg, leading her into the kitchen where they could talk quietly and not disturb the boy.

Irene measured the semen and made notes on the schedule chart, then the two women chatted and negotiated dates and times of day that Marg would be responsible to milk Craig of his semen. They smiled and giggled as close friends do, and after 20 minutes or so, they returned to the boy and helped him up.

Irene helped Craig step into his pouch panties and returned him to work, dusting and straightening the bookshelves while the ladies put a pot of tea on to boil. They sat in the living room, watching the boy work in his little panties, and enjoyed every moment of it...

Ms. Andre said, "Well, Jeffrey, I think that's enough for now. You've been dripping pre-seminal fluid in copious quantities, honey," she giggled, "And I think that was a very good arousal session for you. Did you like it?"

She took her hand away from my genitals, and looked at all the shiny liquid coating her fingers. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that the head of my penis was completely wet, and there was a puddle of liquid arousal pooled on my tummy. I was beside myself with excitement from the story and her stimulating hand. I was completely desperate to ejaculate but I knew I would not be allowed.

I looked up at her with pleading in my eyes. "Please..." was all that came out of my mouth.

"Oh, honey, you know we can't let you spurt right now, and I know it's very hard for you to handle, but you'll get used to it." That was frightening news. She asked again, "Did you enjoy your arousal session, dear? Was it enjoyable for you?"

"It just made me desperate. I'm still desperate to spurt, Ma'am." 

"Oh, you can call me 'Mommy' now that I'm engaged to your father, dear."

"I'm desperate to spurt...Mommy," I said, 'Please let me spurt..."

She caressed my face lovingly as she said, "In time, dear, but until that time we need to keep all your semen inside, and help you stay nicely aroused; even desperate, to use your word. It's best for you in the long run, because it will help the lotion and the pills do their magic and make you into the best slut-boy you can be."

She helped me up off the bed and said, "Let's go see if anybody's around in the house. I think Erin and Becca should be back soon, and I know they'll want to help you. Erin especially likes putting the lotion on a new slut-boy, and you're due for another dose."

I'm sure my face looked forlorn, completely out of character with the throbbing stiff erection bobbing between my thighs as I walked. Ms. Andre led me back to the living room and there, sitting in two of the upholstered chairs were not Erin and Becca. It was Victoria, and a younger woman I had never met before.

I stood there in the middle of the room, with my wrists bound to keep my hands off of my raging erection, and both women looking at me and smiling. It was yet another depth of embarrassment, and I felt like Craig must have felt in the story; completely naked and vulnerable.

"Hi, Jeffrey," said Victoria, "You look delightful wearing your behavior ribbons, dear. And it looks like Jordan has just had you for an arousal session. Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, blushing.

"Good boy," she said brightly. "Here is a young lady I'd like you to meet. Her name is Sandra, and she's one of my doctoral candidates at the university. She's writing her thesis on Human Sexuality, and it is entitled, 'The growing emergence of the Female-dominant lifestyle,' isn't that wonderful?"

I nodded with hesitance, not knowing what was really happening.

"She's going to interview Dr. Jordan, and your father about their upcoming wedding, and how it will be different from the 'usual' sort of wedding, and how it is a growing trend to have a Female-led marriage. Some other things about the Female-dominant lifestyle she's curious about are CFNM parties, Slut-Boys, and Maternal Corporate Discipline. I hope you'll answer all the questions she might have for you. Will you do that for me?"

I swallowed, "Yes, Ma'am," I said, and all three women looked quite pleased.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, but my penis throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. Or not come, as the case may be...



Ms. Andre Dates My Dad



I was surprised by her frank speech about a 'boy's testicles', but lacking a better idea, I nodded and said, "thank you, Ma'am," and stood waiting for her to leave before I undressed.

She paused a moment and grinned, "I have given your father some new things too, so why don't the two of you get into your PJ's and meet me in the kitchen for a little bed time snack?"

I gulped, fearing the worst, but I said, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy," she said, and walked away, her oh-so-feminine ass swaying with each step.

The way she was a little hesitant to leave made me think that if I had begun to undress, she would have waited and watched. It sent chills up my spine...

I hastily took off all my clothes, put on the little bottoms that I couldn't think of as anything but 'panties', and the shirt. It was warm in the house so I didn't feel cold or uncomfortable, but I looked in the mirror. It was clear that these 'pajama's' served little purpose other than to pretend to clothe me while clearly revealing my genitals. The little gauzy pouch was so thin and so sheer and clingy; it was like my genitals were naked but painted a light red color. Even though I had masturbated only a few minutes previously, I could already feel my penis responding to what I saw in the mirror. It made me feel so 'naked' and 'exposed', and just the thought of Ms. Andre seeing me like this was getting the butterflies in my belly going again.

The body of the panty was strong but stretchy satin, and at the front it had a round opening, ringed with elastic, and there was nowhere for my genitals to go except into the pouch. Once I had pushed my penis and testicles through the elastic ring into the pouch, and pulled my entire scrotum through, the elastic band ringed my genitals, holding them up and forward from my abdomen, causing the clingy pouch to expand just enough to capture my soft penis and testicles. The pouch gave almost no support and allowed my genitals to hang loosely and swing freely as I moved and walked.

I remembered these sorts of garments from the book I had looked at earlier -- and the name of the author was Victoria Andre -- Ms. Andre's sister! 

I was blushing and nervous as I looked at myself in the mirror. 'Be careful what you wish for...' I thought. I took a deep breath and walked out of my room. There I met my dad in the hallway in a similar outfit, but his was light blue whereas mine was pink. His genitals looked so big that I couldn't help but stare a moment. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and walked side by side toward the kitchen. I could feel my genitals, pushed forward of my things by the elastic ring, swaying side to side with each step. I could feel the thin pouch fabric sort of caress the head of my penis with each step, and my penis began to respond with again with a little thickening.

As we walked through the living room to the open entry of the kitchen, Ms. Andre sat facing us at the kitchen table, smiling and acting as though there was nothing strange about a man and a boy with their penises and testicles displayed in see-through pouches. I watched her smiling eyes glide up and down our bodies as we approached, and felt my penis stir under her gaze.

We entered the kitchen and stood before her in all our glory, and at least I was filled with nervous excitement of being so scantily clad. I wondered if my dad was feeling the same. She smiled warmly and said, "My, what wonderful looking boys," letting her eyes slide back and forth between our two pouches as I blushed. She looked in our faces and said, "looks like my boys are ready for bed, so sit down a few minutes and have a nice snack."

We sat down and she served us cookies and milk, chatted about some of her patients, and behaved as if everything were completely normal. Her calmness set me at ease. 

After we ate, she took one of our hands in each of hers and led us back to our rooms. She sent my father to his room with a pat on his panty-clad bottom, "I'll be in to see you momentarily," she said as she shooed him down the hall. She rolled back the covers, guided me to lie down, and sat beside my thighs on the bed. She looked at my penis in its little pouch and I couldn't help but throb and swell under her gaze. She smiled and tucked me into bed and told me she'd check on me again before retiring. I wondered what that meant as she left the open doorway of my room.

As I lay there warm under the covers, I thought of all the things I'd seen and read in this big house, and imagined how I must have looked to Ms Andre in my special pajamas. I imagined wearing the new 'pouch-panties' I had been given under my clothes the next day, and maybe at school too. Mostly I imagined Kimberly at her first CFNM party and wished I was one of the boys there as I drifted off to sleep with a half erect penis.

Suddenly I was awakened by someone shaking me. "Jeffrey!" was the urgent whisper. I opened my eyes to see Ms Andre dressed in a lace robe over some kind of sexy lingerie. I couldn't take my eyes off of her gorgeous cleavage. "Look at my face like a good boy, Jeffrey," she whispered firmly. I looked up. "Come with me now," she said smiling and holding out her hand to take mine, "there is something we need to talk about."

She took my hand and led me down the hall toward the game room. 'Oh no' I thought, and sure enough, she took me right to the open book.

"Did you read this letter, Jeffrey?"

I lowered my eyes and nodded.

"Alright," she said. She took me into the adjoining bathroom and pointed an accusing finger at the still-obvious semen stains on the counter and in the sink. "Is this your semen, dear?"

I blushed to match my pink pajamas and nodded.

"So you masturbated here in the bathroom after reading stories and looking at pictures?" I hesitated and she said, "It's alright, dear, I'm not angry."

I nodded, feeling completely undone. I was so embarrassed, but at the same time I felt my penis begin to throb with arousal.

She smiled and took my hand again and led me to her private study and closed the door. There was a divan in the corner and she sat on it, patting the seat beside her and saying "sit down here next to me, Jeffrey, so we can have our talk."

She took my hands in hers as I stood before her, my genitals almost at the height of her face. She gave them a lingering glance and then looked up at me. I was looking down at the pillowy softness of her ample bosom spilling up from her lacy bra. She cleared her throat to make me look into her eyes. "It's ok, dear, everything will be fine."

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered, as she guided me to sit next to her on the divan.

She smiled and spoke. "Jeffrey, we need to have a private little talk to help you understand things better, and so I'll start. You can just listen, and politely ask questions if you need to. Does that sound good?" I nodded. "Alright then; First, I want you to understand that I have only the best intentions for your father, and for you. I love your father and I love you. You are a good boy, even though you made my bathroom a little bit messy with your youthful semen." She grinned and I blushed, smiling.

"I have rules in my house that you don't know and could not know; therefore I am not angry with you. I purposely let you roam the house to see what you could see. I know you saw many images of male nudity in my home. I enjoy male nudity and all the women in my family and all my female friends enjoy it. It is perfectly natural for women to enjoy looking at boys' bodies, the same way that boys are fascinated with women's bodies." She paused to let me process the thought, then she said, "How did it make you feel when you saw all the paintings and pictures and statues of males with fully naked and exposed genitals?"

I couldn't answer, I was too afraid of her and myself. I think she understood.

She smiled and asked, "Did you feel nervous? Excited? Naughty? Did seeing all those naked penises make you more aware of your own penis?"

I barely nodded. She said, "There, that's a good boy, it's not so hard to respond."

She jiggled herself into a more relaxed position and pulled me close to her, putting her arm around me and leaning my head on her shoulder to whispering in my ear more intimately.

"Jeffrey, what did you think of all my paddles? Did they make you imagine having a spanking? Having your bare bottom swatted?"

Again I nodded. She said, "Yes, good boy, that's all very natural. And in the game room, did you find my picture books?" I nodded. "And did the pictures of naked boys & boys being spanked excite you in a new way? Did it make your penis throb and tingle?" I nodded. "And then you noticed some of Victoria's books, and you read the letter from Kimberly about the party where all the males must remain naked, and the women can look at them and touch their penises as much as they want." I nodded. "And that made your penis stiffen, didn't it Jeffrey? It made you excited." I nodded again.

She took a deep breath, letting her bosom rise and fall under my nose. I could smell her skin and her faint perfume, she smelled like a real woman and her words were so exciting that my penis had swollen to full erection in the stretchy little pouch. She caressed the side of my face with her hand; it felt so tender and nurturing. I hadn't felt that sort of maternal, feminine energy since I was very young. I realized how much I missed it and how much I needed it. I snuggled into her more and let my arm wrap around her waist in a chaste fashion. She chuckled deep in her throat. "Good boy, let momma comfort you," she said.

After a while, she whispered in my contented ear. "Now when I talk, I want you to answer with words, Ok Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I whispered.

"Good boy," she said. "So, after you read Kimberly's letter, you were very excited and felt you needed to masturbate, is that right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I sighed, feeling strangely safe in her arms even though her questions were so intimate.

"So, you went into the bathroom and took down your pants and underwear, touched your penis and rubbed it, and you like to do that, don't you Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered.

"Tell me what you thought about while you played with your penis, rubbing and stroking it and making yourself ejaculate."

I was afraid to talk about it, but I also noticed that my penis was leaking and making an obvious stain in my little pouch.

She said, "Jeffrey, this is all normal for a boy your age. I can see your penis is erect now and I'm not upset at all. It's good and healthy for a boy your age to experience many erections and many ejaculations to relieve all that youthful semen that would otherwise build up and be so uncomfortable. So to help you think and talk to me, I want you to pull your pouch-panties all the way to your ankles for me and you have my permission to slowly stroke your penis and make it feel good as we chat."

In a daze, I felt my hands pushing the panty down, I had to work to carefully get my testicles safely out of the elastic ring, but soon I was sliding the panties down past my knees. I felt her eyes on me, watching me, looking at my little penis.

"Good boy, but go ahead and push the panties all the way to your ankles, but not all the way off." I did so. "Good, turn with your back toward me, now lift your feet up onto the divan and spread your thighs nice and wide for me." I did it. "Good boy, that gives me a nice view between your legs," she giggled, "now you may slowly stroke your penis while I watch you, and I want you to tell me what you thought about in the bathroom earlier this evening after reading Kimberly's letter."

I took a deep breath and started to tell. "Her story about the party of naked men and clothed women was exciting. The way the men were all naked and the women could look at them and touch them... and Kimberly touched all of their penises... and all the men had to masturbate while the women watched... and they were all naked, like all the paintings..." My breathing was becoming labored and I was approaching orgasm.

Ms Andre said gently, "Let go of your penis, Jeffrey."

I let go and we both watched it throb, I was so close to coming but just a little drop of semen appeared at the tip of my penis. She hugged me closer, holding my head against the top of her breast and said, "That was excellent timing, Jeffrey. Just rest a moment and we'll do that again."

She continued to caress my face lovingly and she purred "good boy" in my ear. She whispered, "Mommy is looking at your pretty penis, Jeffrey, just rest now. In a minute, you can masturbate for Mommy some more, and if you're a good boy, I'll let you show me how you can spurt for Mommy like a big boy. Would you like that?"

I nodded. "Use words, Jeffrey, and you may call me Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy, I would like that."

"Tell me exactly what you like about it."

"I like that you're looking at me naked, that you're watching me touch myself."

"Do you want to show me how you can make big spurts for Mommy?"

"Yes, Mommy, I want to spurt for you."

She kissed my forehead and said, "Good boy. You may begin to rub your penis for me, but go slowly and obey me when I tell you to change what you're doing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

"I want you to call me Mommy when we are having intimate time together, Jeffrey. At other times, you will call me Ma'am."

"Yes, Mommy," I sighed.

She made me speed up and slow down several times, driving me to the edge and back in excruciating pleasure and frustration. She made me confess all my fantasies; how I wanted to be naked in front of girls, let them touch my penis, let them watch me masturbate and spurt for them, even let them make me spurt with their hands. I admitted that I found her totally hot and wanted to let her see my penis and touch it and watch me come for her. I agreed that if she found a suitable girl of a certain age that she thought would benefit from an introduction to male nudity, that I would volunteer to be the 'nude model' for her. I admitted I wanted to undress before female strangers, be touched and explored by them, and I wanted them to make me come for them.

She would tease me to the edge of orgasm, hold me there, and ask the most intimate questions. I was surprised at my answers and how easy it was for her to bring me to verbalize my naughtiest thoughts. She questioned me deeply, forcing truth from my deepest recesses. Finally, she turned to spanking... did I want to be spanked? Did I need a spanking since I was a naughty boy with naughty thoughts? Should she spank me for leaving all that naughty semen on her clean bathroom counter? Was I a big boy who could endure a 'real' spanking, and be proud to carry red welts on my bottom for days afterward? Could I take it if I were spanked to tears? Would I fully surrender my bottom and accept whatever kind of swats chose to give me? Would I trust her to know what a really needed, deep down inside?

To all these things I said 'yes'. 

Should I sometimes be spanked in front of other women as 'witnesses'? Would that be more embarrassing for me and would I like that? Was I aroused by being humiliated, being forced into a situation where I had to surrender my dignity and fall completely under the power of a woman? I couldn't help it. I said 'yes' to all these things. 

She was pleased. She told me that from now on, when she thought I needed a spanking that she would love me enough to give me what I needed. 

Satisfied with my responses, she made me masturbate faster and coached me through my ejaculation, from the first command to "spurt for me now!" all the way through to the last drop. She kept whispering in my ear, so intimately, saying things that increased and prolonged my orgasm. "Spurt again, another, good boy, give me all your semen, that's it, keep pumping, I want every last drop, milk your penis, Jeffrey, Momma wants it all..." She insisted that I milk out every last drop as she watched carefully. 

When I could give no more, I collapsed against her breasts as she whispered, "Good boy... good boy... good boy..."

I lay against her chest in complete, spent, exhaustion. I couldn't believe this had happened to me! It was by far the most exciting and fulfilling orgasm of my young life, and I hoped I would have many more just like this. 

She cleaned me up with tissues and then massaged my testicles in silence for a while. "I'm going to take good care of you, Jeffrey," she whispered. "Your testes are now my responsibility and I'll make sure they are well trained. To do that, we'll need to spend a lot of intimate time together like this. Would you like to spend more intimate time with Mommy?"

She helped me to stand but only allowed me to pull my panties up to my knees so I had to waddle back to my room as she led me by the hand. She said, "This is good for you to keep your panties around your knees, it makes you feel more vulnerable and humiliated, doesn't it Jeffrey?"

"Yes, Mommy," I said.

"It's good for you to have those feelings; it helps a boy find his submissive nature." I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but I knew that I liked the feelings I was having with Ms Andre, in her house. I wished I could live there...

She tucked me into bed, leaving my pouch-panties around my knees, and kissing me on the lips. "Jeffrey," she said, "You've been a very good boy for me, now sleep soundly." I smiled back at her as she caressed my thigh over the covers. Then with a wink, she turned and walked out of the dark room. She was now cemented in place as the woman of my dreams and I knew that I loved her.

The next morning, Dad and I sat around the house in our special pajamas with our genitals on display in the little pouches. Ms Andre was in a good mood, smiling and relaxed, as she sipped coffee and chatted with us in her delicious negligee. She made a point of being close to each of us, bending over to pour coffee and thereby giving us great views of her ample breasts, swaying her luscious ass as she walked to and fro. The layers of sheer fabric both hid and displayed her feminine charms in such a way as to cause both my dad and me to be aroused. We couldn't hide our responses to her teasing ways and she made sure we knew she was well aware of our predicaments.

She would glance at our crotches, make 'tisk' noises with her tongue, and say things under her breath like, "Naughty boys..." She continued to tease us both for the morning, but then in the afternoon, it was time for us to leave.

She told us it was time to get dressed in our street clothes and reminded us to be sure to wear our new and special underwear, because "you boys look so cute in them, I want to think of you wearing them under your pants."

When we had packed our bags into her trunk, she slipped into a pair of high heels, put a long cashmere coat over her sexy lingerie, and drove us home to our little house. When we arrived, she gave each of us a kiss and a swat on our bottoms, shooing us up the driveway, then she sped off.

I really hoped my dad would continue to date Ms Andre!