Becoming a man - part 2

 Licking Aunt Leah

   After a greedy stint under aunt Leah, hunger for her was strong, but my tongue tired. “That’s all right, sweetie. Endurance takes time, and Enhancements will help. Rinse your mouth real good, then come sit on my lap.”

   Aunt Leah adjusted her chaise into a conventional chair, and removed her bikini top. I sat sideways for thrilling kisses. Yes, adult kisses. Profound, sloppy, and lengthy.

How Men Should Respond To Kisses

   Dominas kiss. Men get kissed. Dominas are aggressively amorous. Men submissively surrender. Dominas stroke, caress, and embrace. They nibble, pinch, and squeeze. They kiss us breathless, tongues in our mouths.

   The basics came naturally to me. But I needed expert instruction in techniques, sophistication, and masculine wiles. A well-kissed male shouldn’t be limply passive – he should return feminine fervor with his own manly hunger.

   On occasion, he can tentatively touch. That’s risky (I sometimes get severe thrashings) but rewarding. Several Domina cousins, aunts, and neighbors were eager to teach me.

   The best way I learned was Riding-Out on laps, watching romantic movies. Lots of sensual screen kisses, in all conceivable manners, along with spankings galore. And happy endings with wedding bells imminent, or actual weddings.

   Most show a formerly naughty, sulky, disobedient young man. The cute, lush-bodied lad had resisted every good Domina who pursued him. He’d positively hated the leading lady. Now he was naked in the arms of that strict young woman who tamed him. Being kissed by the tall beauty, male toes dangling in air. Need I observe that such movies are overwhelmingly adored by men?

   My dear Domina teachers kissed me in every movie variation. Paused the DVDs to do it. I went to ETT Therapy, if nothing else, knowing how to be kissed. In many ways.

   The basics, no matter the state of dress, posture, or position. I lean my head back, eyes fluttering shyly scared, trembling. I melt in Domina’s hands and arms, lips slightly parted. Awaiting oral ravishment, Her tongue a conquering invader of my sweet male mouth.

Aunt Leah’s Surprise; Cousin Alice Handles Me

   I drank in Aunt Leah’s greedy kisses, almost supine on her lap. When she paused for breath, I noticed my chest was wet. Her thick, 2-inch chocolate brown nipples were oozing a viscous white fluid.

   She laughed. “I still work part time as a Nursemaid. As you know [I didn’t] Nursemaids lactate all the time. Put myself through college living with rich families. Go on, suck the milk.”

   It was delicious, and abundant. I drank my fill, and more. My head spun when I pulled away. Voice slurred, I tried to speak. Incoherent babbling.

   Leah laughed. “Greedy little sucker. Didn’t know Nursemaid milk is a male intoxicant, did you? Now you do. It’s also aphrodisiac. Oh, there’s second cousin Alice. Poor girl, she has a female twin. Sad. Alice! Would you please carry cousin Richard to the bathroom?”

Cousin Alice Takes Charge

   Alice is my age. A stunning, statuesque honey-blonde beauty like her sister, she has the hungry look girls without brothers often have. On her, it was alluring. Scary-sexy.

   She wore a low cut lime sun dress and white heels. As Alice carried me inside, I slurred, “Wha – gurgle - why bathroom?” Stern husky voice, “Boys don’t ask questions.”

   My penis was rock hard when she stood me at the bidet, swaying like a drunk. Alice did The Scrotum Pinch. I don’t know how it works. “The Pinch” will deflate the hardest prick for up to an hour. Or, until Domina wants. Hurts, but it works.

   All of a sudden, my limp penis in her hand, I peed copiously. Afterward, I was too disoriented. Couldn’t spread my legs and crouch for genital cleaning. Alice laid me supine on an enema bench to do it.

   The procedure was still novel to me. Entire genitalia wiped thoroughly with moist, disposable tissues, specifically made for that purpose. “Genital Napkins”. Adele wipes my bottom with another kind of moist tissues. “Anal Napkins”. She doesn’t have to – fountain toilets are everywhere. But good sisters do.

   My head was still reeling when Alice gently gauged my scrotum. She tut-tutted, said I needed frigging. She inspected my fanny. I needed a spanking, too. First. I violently disagreed. Bad idea.

   Alice scanned my Discipline Diary. “Hmm, 15/9 (15 minutes, 9 strokes per minute) from Adele this morning. How would you like a healthy 15/10 right now? Your bottom looks ready. Eh?”

   Questions like that are so humiliating, even cruel, even now I often cry when Dominas ask them. But then, from an 18 year old girl I grew up with! And I purely hate the loud, metronomic Spanking Timers they always use. A Ding! For every minute!

   Indeed, the first minutes of spankings quite humiliating, especially when other people are watching. Thankfully, ferocious pain soon monopolizes a man’s attention.

   About 17 minutes later, I was on my knees, sucking Alice’s toes. Sobbing, my fanny … ah, you can guess.

Mother’s Painful Care; ETT Clinic Arrival

   That summer, relatively gentle as it seems now, was Agony and Ecstasy to my young self. Then one day, Mother was bathing me for the last time for 8 months. She wiped a strand of dark hair from her sweating forehead before she tenderly bathed my genitals, anal cleft, anus, and rectum.

   To do that, Mother strapped me into the adjustable bathtub chair. My legs up and spread, head and torso inclined back and down, my fanny and genitals thrust out and up. She tickled my soapy hard penis, scratched my bunched testicles, inserted her middle finger full up my rectum.

   An ambulance was coming to take me to Enhancements, Training, and Taming Therapy. It lasts 8 months. That morning, Mother gave me a Triple Enema. I cried the entire 90 minutes.

   I was bathed, hair tied in a pony tail, no oil, scent, makeup, or rings. Mother hadn’t spanked or frigged me for 5 days, and I didn’t know which was driving me crazier.

   I sat sideways on Mother’s lap, crying, my arms around her neck, as we waited for the ambulance. I’d never been away from home before. She’d had to Pinch me very hard to wedge my penis in a cock chastity cage. I cried harder. Knock at the door, Adele opened it.

   A severe nurse in white dress, hose, and running shoes. A lovely big hospital volunteer in brief pinstripe smock, bare legs, heel sandals. The nurse gave me an injection. I barely remember being strapped to a gurney. The next six weeks of hospital recuperation are blank.

Recuperation; Loving Visits

   I awoke naked in Week 7, bandages on my face, genitals, and bottom. Wrists and ankles cuffed to the hospital bed. Mother leaned over me, tears in her eyes. Adele too. They visited often, bringing my favorite family Dominas.

   By Week 8, only my cock was still bandaged, the rest of me naked. I was taken outside in a wheelchair for visits. My fellow patients, like me, were surrounded by loving female family. Like me, they were smothered in kisses.

   Not hospital bed pecks, but the first real kisses in ages. Greedy, openmouthed, tongues and slobbers.

   That last week, family Dominas came every morning to do toilets and Toilettes. Funnily enough, always our sisters. My 4-patient hospital room had an open double bathroom.

   My roommate’s gorgeous sister in Army dress uniform made me constipated. I guess Adele did the same to him. We both got suppositories.    

   Adele wore a sexy Domina Arts College uniform and heels. All young women visitors wore some type of uniform. Guys melt over Dominas in uniform.

Cold Prostate Milking  

   It was almost a pleasure to have Adele’s enormous finger up my rump. She bathed me carefully due to my penis bandage. Awful, but less so because of Adele. I needed three cold prostate milkings a day, and she or cousin Emma did them.

   Cold prostate milking. Could anything be more despicable? Hands and kneels on the enema bench. Adele lowered my testicles into a round metal container of ice water. When the ballsack was numbly frigid, she inserted a finger inside me, massaged the prostate gland. Cum drooled out an opening at the tip of my penis bandage without pleasure. I always cried. Needed lots of kisses.

   Ever since, when very Naughty, I get a week or more of cold prostate milkings as part of my Discipline. Along with endless strapping, paddling, and caning. Or Switches & Nettles. I live naked, prone on the couch, cock in a chastity cage. To cap it all, I’m usually constipated. I’m a very good boy after those torments.

Love & Loss; Doctor & Candy Stripers  

   That last week I was drenched in kisses by Adele, Mother, aunt Leah, and cousin Emma every day. They rubbed lotion in my fanny, up my rectum.

   Compliments about my Enhanced body made me blush. I couldn’t look. I was more modest now. More emotional. More shy, coy, and flirtatious. Obsessed by female feet in heel sandals, even Adele’s. My thoughts, feelings, and emotions were different.

   My beloveds had to leave (hospital policy) the evening before my genital bandages came off. I wouldn’t see them for a year.

   I shared my hospital room with three other guys. I didn’t know them. We weren’t allowed to talk with anyone except staff Dominas. And there was always a big strict college-age Clinic volunteer in our room, day and night, to enforce silence. They wore Candy Striper uniform – pink pinstripe dress three inches above knees, deep décolletage, bare legs in white heel sandals.

   The final evening, our room was crowded with stunning, sensuous, scary family Dominas of all ages. Dresses and uniforms, heel sandals. All trying to hold back tears.

   We didn’t. We bawled like babies. I cried harder than all my summer spankings.

The Last Bandage; New Body, New Emotions

   Next morning, the doctor came in. Assisted by a nurse, Nursemaid and Striper volunteer, she removed our genital bandages. The nurse and Striper carefully cleaned us with Genital Napkins. The Nursemaid gently applied lotion, which our room Stripers did every hour until bed time.

   Stripers also performed our toilets and baths. Plus, for the first time, some primping. The doctor returned the following day to examine us. Her hands slick with lotion, she thoroughly felt, prodded, squeezed, and palped. It felt wonderful to have my genitals free, in female hands again.

   She said we were fully healed for all normal functions. A ragged cheer. After a light breakfast and Male Nutrition Milk (we drink large glasses five times a day), two Stripers came in for toilets.

   Our room had a fully-equipped, double-occupancy bathroom, visible to patients. Like every room men use, it had no door. Two toilets and bidets, two bathtubs and vanity tables, two enema benches and spanking stools, etc. I was in the second group.

   You might not think it. I never did. But watching big beautiful Stripers do toilet, bath, suppositories, and so on for naked men is arousing. More Toilette that day - hair, makeup, rouged nipples, but no rings yet. One of my fellow patients yearned for his Prince Albert.

   Pat’s fiancée had it done after his 18^th birthday and engagement ceremony. A divorced woman in her late 50s, beautiful and severe. In the normal way, she made decisions with the young man’s mother and sister. He learned about it on his birthday. He fell passionately in love with his future wife.

   Stripers sometimes allow us to talk in the bathroom. On toilets, we discussed how our poops and farts sounded different. Our fannies felt different. Then the Stripers rouged our nipples.

   Holy heavens. My nipples are much longer and thicker. More sensitive. After bathroom duties, the Stripers applied lotion to our genitals. My ballsack felt much bigger and heavier, though I was afraid to look.

   For some reason, it seemed wrong. Actually touching my own body horrified me. I had the firm belief only Dominas should do those things.was bursting with cum, prick hard and dripping precum. Huh. I never used to drip precum.

Fanny Display For Governess & Nursmaid

   In pairs, our Stripers taught us how to “Fanny Display” on our beds. Head and torso down, fannies thrust up and wide, knees well apart. The young ladies said it’s important, and took pains to teach us to do it properly. It took hours before they were satisfied.

   Proper posture is only the beginning. Fanny Display is for Domina inspection. A Striper named Kayla painfully gauged my testicles, stroked my prick, parted my bottomcheeks, inserted her middle finger all the way up my rectum. And she demanded I be docile and compliant, silent and obedient.

   Kayla casually mentioned that men assume this position and inspection several times daily. At home, at work, in Mens Rooms, and semi-private or public places. For various reasons. Health and well being. Cleanliness and decency in public. Imminent Discipline.

   “I always finger before Discipline. When there’s even a trace on my glove, he gets enema or suppository. I’m very severe, and men sometimes have what I call “little accidents”. Farts are inevitable, even funny, but nothing more. I learned that lesson with my brother when he came home from ETT Therapy.”

   “As you know [I didn’t] men need two or three years of frequent hard spankings after ETT. That makes their fannies bloom. So there I was, home on leave from the Army. My adorable 19 year old brother was across my lap. I’d done his toilet a few hours before. And yet, he had a little accident ten minutes in.”

   “He farted like mad, then a tiny pebble came out. It’s crude, but true. I spanked the shit out of him. All good Dominas do. But we make sure no little accidents happen.”

   She patted my fanny, sat near the bed across from me, and crossed her big bare muscular legs. Her lecture had aroused me, and the sight of her feet in heel sandals took my breath away. I’d always been hot for female feet, but this level of intensity was exponentially greater.

Governess’ Shocking First Spanking

   “Fanny Display!”. I heard two pair of heels, couldn’t see the Dominas. Scared silence. Bare male feet slapped the tile floor between clicking heels. His spanking was close enough to hear each stroke and scream. It lasted a long time.

   Sobbing guy carried in by a Domina. The Nursemaid. “Fanny Display so I can apply Salve. Good. This hurts, but it heals, so keep your whining down. Stop screaming! It needs to go in the rectum too.”

   Heel clicks. The Governess. She took Pat. He was a real screamer. The unnatural Fanny Display was tiring. Pat had to be carried to his bed by Nursemaid.

   A large cool hand cupped my full round testicles. Governess. I was almost relieved. My fanny burned under slashes of her riding crop as she drove me along the hall. A bare tiled windowless room. A few Stripers watching. I was confident for a moment. During the past summer, my fanny had at least three spankings before I was carried to bed. I could handle this.

   I knew it was different by the fifth stroke. Blinding electric-shock pain. Nightmare endless agony. Stripers yelled whenever I glanced away from Domina’s large sinuous feet. Sheer black hose, glossy black heel sandals.

   Mother’s worst spanking was a trifle in comparison. Almost a caress. I screamed and wept.

   When it was done, Domina ordered me render O to a Striper. The buxom young lady carried me away. Fanny Display on my bed, Nursemaid with Salve. She rammed it full in my rectum. Heavens, how it burned.

   All my spankings before now faded into gentle caresses. Little nothings in comparison. This one from Governess was real. I couldn’t believe such agony was possible from a hairbrush on my fanny. I didn’t want to believe it.