ETT Therapy 3

Homesick, Lovesick

   I’d been in ETT Therapy for two months. I’d learned much, experienced and endured more. I was extremely homesick, cried myself to sleep every night.

   I dreamed of Adele’s spankings, which compared to Governess were clumsy and laughably tame. I dreamed of her kisses, which made me queasy, and weren’t at all erotic.

   Funny, it’s heavenly when other Dominas kiss me. When I suck their toes, my prick is hard. But with Mother and Adele, it feels blah. Almost icky. And my prick is limp.

   But they love me. Which is priceless. I never realized how important that was before. I had never lived without their constant, comforting love before. Without sitting on their laps several times a day.

   A dream about my sister. I cry torrents every day for better reasons than that. My endless spankings are only the most consistent of my physical agonies.

Morning Routine

   Milk from an aide who wakes me. Morning toilet and bath done with brisk efficiency by a succession of young Stripers and older Domina volunteers. Toilette was minimal. My hair was in pigtails, washed and plaited on Sunday evening. My genitals and fanny were oiled.

   White knee-length cotton frock, elastic at genital opening around the base of my exposed penis and testicles. Low sandals.

   First daily spanking before breakfast, from Governess or Nursemaid, I render full O. I’m in a dorm room with three guys, so spankings are in pairs.

   Breakfast in cafeteria sitting on fanny pillow. Before I’m finished, convulsed by Domina staff and volunteers sauntering through in sexy uniforms or dresses and heel sandals.

   30 minutes after spankings, the need to cum is great. My prick twitches, dribbles precum, along with 399 other patients. It sounds like rain. The tile floor is covered in the slippery goo, we walk carefully on rubber mats.

   Breakfast frigging done by staff and volunteers into buckets. Burly women  from a nearby farm and ranch pitch in with the frigging. Their livestock thrives on our spermatic fluids. Their hands are big and rough, but heavily oiled.

   Patients return to dorms where Governesses await with the day’s agenda. This morning it was sports for our class of 100 patients. Swimming, jogging, wrestling, Promenade, solo dancing, more. Wrestling gets jock straps. Promenades get rectal grease. Most other sports are naked.

Promenade With Governess

   I got Promenade with my Governess, who loves the sport. It’s like a steeplechase, in various gaits and steps. Segments with butt plugs or middle fingers up our rectums. Riding crops, straps, thin belts, and short whips.

   One segment is fancy prancing impaled by a butt plug. It’s often called the hardest event because male discomfort is highest and grace is hardest. Points off for the merest whimper.

   I had done a number of complete Promenades with my Governess. I sucked her musky toes after the last one, as usual, her bare feet on a footstool. We were walking back to the dorm at dusk, my sweaty body shivering in the cool air.

   Governess halted on the granite walkway, cold under my bare feet. She slapped my sore fanny with her bare hand. Hard, several times. Then she grasped my full testicles. I looked up, terrified that she was displeased.

I Please My Governess

   Quite the contrary. She smiled. It’s her way of showing approval. Along with squatting between my legs, taking my hard prick in her mouth, and sucking it dry, swallowing every drop of cum. Ah, bliss!

   She licked the last thick dollops of sperm from my cockhead. “I see potential in you, Richard. Now come along to supper. I’ll come by later when you’re studying. I want a good poop from you before my spanking”.

   Every man understands those are heady honors from a Governess. Kind words, sucking his cum – even doing his evening poop (we inevitably get constipated). The spanking is worth it (not really, it’s agony!).

My Vanity / Promenade Prelude 

   On the morning of the Competitions, Governess went to change clothes. Nursemaid inserted my butt plug and liberally oiled me waist to knees. She stood me at a full length mirror, allowed me to see my genitals and fanny. I simpered shyly, but glowed with pride and vanity.

   In front. Bright purple genitals glistening with perfume oil. Prick curved like a thick 9-inch banana, thick mushroom cockhead dripped precum, large round testicles between my bowed legs. I was still learning to walk with that ever-filling bag between my legs.

   From behind. Fanny widens under 30” waist, reaching 42”. Slightly tapers above thighs. Deep fleshy fissure hides sulcus. Heavy deep creamy bottomcheeks, rosy from recent spanking. Bottomcheeks firm, heavy, generous.

   Nursemaid said, “A shapely fanny, sure enough, fat and fancy. Made for spankings. Hard to wipe after poops, your sister must be thorough. A cute, pear-shaped figure every Domina loves.”

   I simpered in false modestly. “Oh, you’re just being nice”. She was right, but would be Vain of a boy to agree. Sisters know boyish vanity is a never-ending drama. Tears, tantrums, and endless catty gossip.

My Governess / Promenade Competitions

   I was stunned by Governess, black pageboy shining. White translucent Grecian tunic with gold chain belt, her lush barely-covered body sexier than nudity. Mid-thigh hem, blouse slashed to waist exposing inner titties. Mouthwatering feet in white heels.

   She was voluptuously gorgeous (my prick was hard and dripping) but nervous, beads of sweat high on her forehead. She carried me over her shoulder like a Greek warrior with a naked slave to the competition. I shivered in submissive lust, my hard prick drooling precum down her chest.

   The Promenade circuit area is a spacious greensward lined with curving granite walkways. Event equipment is interspersed along the course. Stepping stones, bushes, Obeisance chairs and footstools, Spanking Stools, and so on.

   Promenade events begin and end with rendering O, male fannies under the Judges’ noses. Towards the end of the circuit, butt plugs are removed, replaced by Domina middle fingers. By that time, we dearly welcome it.

   Promenade is misery with a butt plug invading a boy’s rectum. It’s torture to high-step and tiptoe, painful to prance and pirouette, agony to perform the other stuff. Gracefully! In a masculine manner! I was sweating like a horse when we completed the evolutions.

   I sat Sideways on Governess’ lap in the athlete’s section watching the competitors. She sat on a wooden Spanking Stool, like all her peers. I greedily sucked her other middle finger, as my male peers were doing with their own Dominas.

   The next Stool had a bottom-heavy male history teacher on his granddaughter’s lap. Lucky stiff! His engorged testicles and rampant prick were being fondled! The husky blonde didn’t seem to care that viscous precum was flowing freely down her legs.

   I turned my attention to the competition. It was important. Matches were being held in all the sports against our closest rival. Another ETT Clinic downstate. For Promenade, each Clinic had seven couples of various ages. Some were pretty damn good.

   Some pricks were bigger than mine, erections spewing precum like hoses. A few fannies were the largest I’d ever seen, even bigger than my dad’s.  Dominas were gorgeous in their Grecian tunics and heels, teens to grandmothers.

First Prize

   A nail-biting interval while the Judges (including male staff) conferred. Governess removed her panties and stuffed them in my mouth. We won First Prize!

   Governess sat me Riding Out astride her thigh after returning with the trophy. The position is murder with a butt plug, but I managed a weak, panties-mouthful smile. My gracious, the tastes of her pungent musky fluids were arousing.

   Governess sat me Sideways as the audience and our fellow-competitors applauded us. She fondled my throbbing prick, I daringly put my arms around her neck.

   The Chief Executive came by with her top staff to congratulate Governess. Domina CEO gauged my full testicles, leaned down to lick precum from my cocktip. She slowly took my cockhead and shaft in her mouth, tongue twirling like a wine taster.

Tasting Pricks & Precum

   Women always do that. It’s like when Mother or sister or wife tastes our cocks every morning and at their whims. After a few months, they can decipher our physical and emotional health with perfect accuracy.

   Even now, I’ll be out with Sandra, Ellen, Adele or Mother. Anywhere, even walking down the street. Suddenly they’ll stop, pull my pants down or lift my frock. Squat, take my (hard) dripping penis in their mouths, and suck pensively.

   I never know what they’ll decide I need, but they’re always right. Often it’s a spanking, but just as often something else. Just last week I was shopping with my daughter Ellen and Eva, my granddaughter…

A Pleasant Surprise

I cried myself to sleep again that night, two months into ETT Therapy. I slowly awakened as my segmented diaper (front segment has genital lotion, back one with fanny Salve) was being removed.

   Girl in a Domina Arts college uniform. White blouse in deep cleavage, pleated black skirt to lower thighs, black strappy heel sandals.

   A large soft hand on my stirring cock and testicles, wiping them clean. My eyes fluttered. I looked up. Adele! Impossible! It was not.

   Adele explained as she led me by my testicles to my dorm double bathroom. Good grief! Every little thing now makes me cry, erect, or constipated! I was bent hands on knees as my sister began the humiliating and painful suppository routine. Another DA college girl was doing the same for her own brother.

   I grunted and farted when Adele shoved the cold sausage home. Then the anal stopper.

   “Domina Arts College is near here. It was planned that way. After two months, girls can visit brothers on a regular basis, even whole weekends. I learn how to be a better Domina every day. Isn’t it nice that I can use my improving techniques and skills on my dear brother?”

   “I – I suppose so.” “What kind of answer is that?”

   She was standing above the spanking stool I sat on, hands on hips, glowering darkly. I glanced down to her feet, shapely and arched in heels, red toenail polish.

   “I’m just so confused. I dreamed about you last night. This seems like a dream.”

   Adele lifted her pleated skirt to the waist. Her white thong panties were deep in her bare bald vagina. I’d never seen it before. Prominent clitoral knob, inner lips visible, plump and pink.

   “This is no dream. Neither is the spanking you’ll get after you poop. See the gift I brought you? It’s a Spencer Spanker. You’ll love it.”

   She was being sarcastic, which irked me.

   “Why in blue blazes should I like the cursed thing? I hate it.”

   Adele smiled smugly. “You’ll say so when I tell you to.”

   I scowled. “Even if I do, I won’t mean it. I’ll be lying.”

   “That will change. Someday you will think exactly what Mother and I tell you to think. You won’t simply fear and desire us. You will worship us”.

   My heavens! Her spanking skills had improved a lot. I cried like a baby.

   Adele was right, too, in what she said. By our Graduation Day, she had me completely ensorcelled. Not long after, Mother too. It wasn’t just spankings and other Discipline, either. Although during the years before my marriage, it seemed like I spent half my life naked and screaming across their laps.

   I sincerely love the Spencer Spanker – because they do, and ordered me to do the same. Because my prick erects like a rocket at the sound of their voices. Because I truly adore them, kneeling naked, sucking their toes hungrily.