Learning & Living 1

Mother and I Bond

   Mother woke me the first morning home for my Toilet and Toilette (T&T). She did much of my care and Discipline for some time. Oh, Mercy me! Mother’s spankings were harsh and merciless! Even worse than Adele’s! I naively  thought that would be impossible.

   A few weeks on, I was naked on my knees before another awful spanking. Sucking Mother’s toes, trembling in fear. My prick and testicles were limp and lifeless.

   I looked up, the eye nearest her toes closed. Past Mother’s thick calves and thighs, glistening cunt and titties under hiked-up skirt and tight blouse, up to her stern face framed by an auburn pageboy.

   An electric look passed between us. We had Bonded that very instant, although I hadn’t realized it yet. I sucked Mother’s toes as she scolded me. My offense? Lifting my gaze from her feet without permission.

   Yes. Amazing but true. It’s hard to be a man. I must keep my eyes down in the presence of a Domina. In almost every situation, especially in public. Even with Mother. Until I’m told different.

Mother Takes Me Shopping

   You might think that’s relatively easy. It’s not. We’d been shopping. Mother in sexy dress and heel sandals. Me in a pink pinafore that barely covered my fanny, and Mary Janes.

Frocks, Bells, Etc - Discontents and Dangers

   I’m proud to be a Man. Masculinity is part of the small core of self respect every man needs. Now that I’m older, it gets harder to hold on to. Take this morning.

   I’m always thrown for a loop when Dominas put me in a darn dress. I’m highly disgusted and deeply humiliated wearing girly frilly sissy things. I never get used to it. It abases me more than the worst whipping. More even than Switches & Nettles. Most men are like me. That’s why Dominas dress us so.

   Frocks, pinafores, and other girly clothing. Ribbons and barrettes in my styled, shoulder-length hair. Makeup and lip gloss. Long curled eyelashes and sultry mascara. Rings with bells.

   I don’t mind rings, but bells on them are just too much. In my ears, nose, and nipples. Men with a Prince Albert have them on cocktips.

   Girl dresses, the kind girls wear between the ages of 6 and 13. That’s what gripes me. Girly dresses are purely hateful and humiliating to me (makeup, hair, rings I like). I always fume and burn inside.

   Dominas know it, and love it. Their perspective - “Go ahead. Have your silly little tantrum. Stamp your bare feet all you wish. When it’s done, you’ll get a spanking / strapping / paddling / whipping / … that will make you very sorry and sore. Then I’ll put your dress on. We’ll go out. And you’ll be such a good boy!”

Walk With Mother  

    Thus attended, attired and adorned, Mother walked me into town one day long ago. My hand in hers, eyes on her toes (and other Dominas’ toes). In heels, she’s 10 inches taller than me.

   My large heavy bottomcheeks pulled me backwards. Mother had applied special cream in my bottomcleft and anus. With each step I took, there were squishy, semi-farting sounds as my fanny cheeks rubbed against each other.

   Embarrassing, but infinitely preferable to the awful soreness and irritation of an unlubricated bottomcleft. Take my word on that.

   Mother gave me a ferocious spanking before she bathed me. For being sulky with her on the toilet! Now, I ask you truly. Can two such disparate things go together? How can I sulk while I’m pooping and farting like mad?

   At any rate, I soon badly needed to cum. You know how testicles fill up. Especially after spankings! Every step, stabbing pains in my ballsack, heavy as a cannonball.

   With all that to endure, walking hurts like heck. I desperately wanted to beg Mother for a frigging. But my mouth was stuffed with her drenched used panties.

Mother Meets A Friend / I Get Spanked

   One of Mother’s girlfriends approached with her own son. The Dominas chatted. As they are wont to do, the unknown woman lifted my skirt for Inspection. In back first, then in front.

   I tried to keep looking at her feet and thick calves. But when she cupped and squeezed my bursting testicles, it was too much. I looked up, tears in my eyes (golly, she was beautiful).

   Mother was Not Amused. She painfully pulled my ear to a Spanking Bench, for an excruciating thrashing! In public! Couples were strolling by. So humiliating!

   As I sucked Mother’s toes afterward, my blazing fanny high in the air, I imagined the prurient stares of strangers. My dangling testicles hurt cruelly. I dreaded Mother’s fury when we got back home.

   When we did, I was roughly undressed for another horrid spanking. Fell to my knees to render O. Mother’s feet between the toes tasted oddly musky.

   Her eyes were inscrutable as I looked up, her first two toes gorging my mouth. I suddenly realized that my prick was hard and dripping precum freely. Mother tucked it between her bare thighs. It was only noon, and already my third spanking of the day.

   I’d been hoping for a less terrible spanking. No such luck. When she tucked me in bed, my poor fanny was burning from five. That night, Mother gave me her first delicious delirious kissing-frigging. Bonding is bliss.

 A Young Man At Home

   That night, Mother hesitated. She’d always locked my penis in its chastity cage, and fastened my 2-segment rubber night-diaper (Salve for fanny – genital lotion for obvious) before kissing me goodnight.

   She knelt beside my bed and kissed me. Not like before. Not like Mother. But like other Dominas – avid tongue in my mouth, breathlessly, hungrily.

   I drank in her kisses, my head cradled in her right arm. Her oily left hand tickled my testicles, caressed my jerking prick with exquisite skill. It was the first kissing-frigging of my life. The overhead vacuum cone above my bed caught every drop. I had never cum so much, or so thickly, ever before.

   The next morning Adele did my T&T. I needed another cursed suppository. My sweet sister decided I needed another bitter spanking after that. She brought me downstairs naked.

   Mother was waiting, standing in the kitchen, gorgeous in a tight dress and heels. My prick was hard in moments, drooling precum moments later. I instinctively fell to my knees and rendered fervent O.

   She was more than Mother to me now. She was my Domina. She was “Ma’am”, like every other Domina in the world to me.

    Spankings from Mother (and Adele – lucky me, my sister lived at home for 3 years) increased in frequency and duration. I think I had it worse than most boys during the 6-plus years before Sandra married me. Adele and Mother are certified professional Governesses! It seemed like I was constantly crying.

Governess & Nursing School

   And yet, Adele walked or drove me to Nursing School every day. Her Domina Arts College was on the same campus. I studied hard and got good grades. My dream was to get a degree in Discipline Nursing.

   There were 4 other boys in my class of 30. We had uniforms too. Pink shirts with long pointed collars. White tights, knee or ankle length depending on the weather. White gym shoes.

   We tried to concentrate on our studies, and not our sexy girl classmates. Sometimes it was unavoidable. Trips to the Boys Room. Gauging in the halls. Classroom demonstrations. Spankings. Things like that.

Dating & Romance

   During my three years of Nursing School, many girl classmates asked Adele for dates with me. The ones who succeeded said my sister was very picky.

   If my grades were good (they always were), I’d be allowed Saturday night dates, and/or Sunday afternoon visits with family (mine or hers). For Saturday nights, I was dressed in white shirt, black tights with clear mesh codpiece, and slippers. Sundays I wore frocks or sailor dresses and sandals.

   Before every date, Adele or Mother scrubbed, oiled, and primped me to within an inch of my life. A huge soapy enema too. When I was the least bit sulky, they gave me ferocious spankings.

   On first dates, girls were allowed one goodnight kiss. Second dates, moderate kissing in the car. Third and forth were family visits. I was fondled on those, after the girls inserted butt plugs in front of everybody. Afterwards, screaming spankings and friggings.

   Adele rarely let girls date me twice in a row. She wanted me to “play the field”. When she tucked me in bed that night, Adele said I was adorable. She refused to let me get too attached to a girl. Except her, of course.

Adele In Governess School

   In our first year, Adele wore a Governess uniform to school. Sheer black lace dress over nude body, high in front, slashed to expose bare titty cleavage. Bare muscular arms. Neck in a black velvet choker, hem 4 inches above knees.

   6-5 in black heel sandals. Black lipstick, nail and toenail polish. Instead of a pageboy, auburn hair up in a bun. Wide powerful shoulders, full titties and round bottom, thick legs and calves. Stern expression, gimlet eyes that peer into my soul.

   To this day, I almost cum in my codpiece when I see her like that. I needed every bit of my morning spankings to quell my submissive lust. And don’t ask about Mother in that uniform!

   When she was in Governess School, Adele taught me about the usual duties of the profession. Frequent Discipline in all its facets, administered with savage skill. Escorting men in public. Promenades and Elegance Competitions. Manual and oral cums. Tucking into bed (for unmarried young men).

   Plus – very important! – instilling in Her male charges sheer quaking Terror, and absolute lustful Adoration. Only certain Dominas have the air and “Presence” to do that. 

   Within a year, Adele graduated from Governess School cum laude. She decided on another year in Nursemaid School. Double-qualified Dominas are highly sought after by wealthy families.

Adele In Nursemaid School

   My sister wore a Nursemaid uniform during my second year in Nursing School. It’s not as immediately exciting as a Governess uniform, but has its charms.

   Tight gray dress hemmed a few inches above knees. The dress material is soft, flexible, and form-fitting like fine cashmere. But it’s more durable and washable.

   Square white cotton flaps over each breast fastened by Velcro. They allow for convenient release and suckling at nipples.

   White terry cloth on one shoulder. That’s for men in Nursemaid’s arms to coo, cry, and whimper on.

   White heel sandals, with thicker heels. Practical for extended periods with men cradled in arms.

   Nursemaids’ milk has certain effects on males. It is stimulant, intoxicant, and aphrodisiac. It can cause constipation, more rarely diarrhea. Enemas and suppositories are used for the former. The latter is handled with tight anal plugs.

   Beyond suckling, Nursemaids’ duties are manifold. They include toilets and Toilettes; massages and oil, lotion, and Genital Ointment application; affection on laps; and Fondling.

   Lucky indeed are youths and men with Nursemaids. Adele taught me that after she began Nursemaid School.

   One day I was on her lap after a blistering spanking. I felt moisture on my nose, and a rubbery something at my lips.

   It was Adele’s rose-red nipple, exuding thick milk. Now, every Domina has proud prominent nipples of various colors, and generous breasts. But they are quite different than a Nursemaid’s.

   Adele’s titties had grown to DD-cup size. Her thick tubular nipples were 3 inches long, and gave endless milk. I drank it greedily, and was soon light-headed, swooning with lust. That’s when I learned the endless pleasures of Fondling, which was a mystery until then.

The Pleasures Of Fondling

   I couldn’t understand my dad’s joyful alacrity when he was prepared for Fondlings. A scary, nubbed butt plug inserted up his rectum. Bound supine and slightly forward on the adjustable Fondling Bench. Tight as in a Carrier, groin thrust up. Dad’s legs stretched apart, prick throbbing, testicles hanging in the air.

   And then he was Fondled by a sexily dressed Domina. Usually a very young, or much older one. For example, a niece or a great-aunt. Or a lifelike robot-Dom (with Mother’s permission).

   From the side, her oiled hand or feathered glove drooping to his genitals. From between his legs, with Domina standing or sitting. Dad’s precum flowing almost continuously. For literally … hours! I couldn’t understand the appeal.

   After suckling at Adele’s nipples, I did.  My longest cums last only a few minutes. The exquisite pleasure-pain of Fondling lasts for hours.

   Adele prepared me for Fondling with a huge oily enema. Then an evil butt plug like Dad’s. The rectal grease smelled like coffee and ripe Roquefort. I never had such a bad boy inside me. It was hell inserting. But my sister said it was necessary.

   She strapped me tight to the Fondling Bench. I could only move my head, and wriggle my toes. Sitting on a Stool between my legs, in a college girl uniform, Adele lowered my groin below her titties.

   Her hands slick with frigging oil, she took my erect cock in one, my full testicles in the other. She stroked, caressed, tickled, and diddled. I leered at her body from toes to top. She “talked dirty” shamelessly, in words, verbal images, and scary-sexy promises. All I could do was moan.

   There was more! Adele adjusted the Chair again. She sat on my face while leaning over my torso to fondle me. I could breathe, enough anyway. The next day, I could still taste her aromatic musks of anus, rectum, and cunt.

   The effects were thrilling. I didn’t want them to end. Finally, my sister loosed the straps. Removed the butt plug (it was worse coming out!). Climbed naked in her enormous tub with me, jets of warm water at our genitals. She stepped out a moment, returned in a thin robe, dried me off.

   You all know what came next, but the first time was a shock to me. A terrific, merciless (Dominas doing Discipline Always eschew mercy) spanking. When I revived, a frigging. It was the longest, thickest, and most intense cum of my young life (I was 20, with much yet to learn).  

   Nursemaids enjoy Fondlings. They love handling pricks and testicles, tending men, giving milk and joy. They leave most cums and Discipline to a Governess. Nursemaids love their profession.

   By now, Mother and Adele know all my buttons. By tasting my penis and precum, they know my emotions, feelings, and needs much better than I do. 

          When I’m feeling very submissive, they may wear Governess uniforms with a scary-stern-sexy attitude. When I badly need cuddling, Adele puts me at her foaming nipples. Mother fondles me more often than I expected