from Teased and Denied

…."I suppose you want to be tied up?", she asked me, and when I nodded "yes", she proceeded to describe what the fantasy was all about in full detail to the other s while getting me to strip, put on the CB6000 and tie me to the upright chair. I was still so embarrassed about the set-up that Percy was pretty shrivelled and easy to get into the CB6000. I ended up tied to the chair, feeling pretty stupid and beginning to wonder what I had let myself in for - could I ever face our dance friends again after this? ….Teased and Denied

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Jeana Moves In - Part I

I felt her other hand at my waist where she somehow unsnapped my 
pj bottoms. The sudden freedom and a little rush of air had its 
effect. I was now totally in her control. She pulled them over my 
rump and had me lift each knee as she carefully took them by each 
cuff and removed them. Mom had now backed up a couple of steps 
and was making Dad answer her by saying "Mistress" all the time. 
Jeana’s hand went back to my cock. Thankfully there was more 
pressure now, and I was getting good and hard. Her free hand 
started to unsnap my top, and soon she was having me lift each 
arm behind me so that she could slide each sleave off. She 
discarded it in a pile with the bottoms, and now I was completely 
naked and totally at Jeana’s mercy. Mom was back walloping Dad 
for something he said. She had turned to the side this time, and 
bending over a little, her breasts were really swinging as she 
paddled. 

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I wonder how many of us regularly masturbated to Wonder Woman? 

….Even to a child, Wonder Woman seemed like less of a doormat than Batgirl or Supergirl. They were mere girls who played like sidekicky, diminutive, feminized versions of their male counterparts. But Wonder Woman was a woman, arising out of her own cosmology. Plus, she was a super hot, a badass, tied people up with ropes, had the best costume, and she got to spin around a lot… all things that interested me at the time… and still do. I prized my Wonder Woman bathing suit, though it didn’t escape me that I didn’t fill it out like Linda Carter, TV’s Wonder Woman. As I myself grew into a woman and became quite a badass of my own, my interest in Wonder Woman resurged as I realized that the ropes, the costume, and much of what I loved about Wonder Woman was downright kinky. …. Wonder Woman: Super Kinky, Super Feminist, Super Hero

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Vickie’s Mom

From alt.sex.stories, 1995

… “Poor little pervert nutsack. Look at how your little pecker
jumps when Mommy puts her foot on it.”

Joanie pulled her foot back and then ran the white sole flat
up the length of my cock. I was shivering. This felt so nasty.
No back seat jack off with some dumb freshman girl even came close. My
girlfriend’s unbelievable dirty mom was running her narrow, perfectly
proportioned foot up and down my bouncing tumid dick. She spread her
toes, white in between where the sun never reached, and pressed under
the head of my cock, and caught me between her big toe and the middle
one. She masturbated me with one foot and brought her other foot up
under my balls. She used the big toe of that foot to probe my ass and
rub the sensitive space between my balls and asshole.

“Come on, little pervy, shoot for Mommy, shoot your cum all
over Mommy’s toes. You’re such a dirty little boy, Mommy wants to see
you come on me.”

It was irresistible, finally. It felt so good I wished it
would never end. But when she sandwiched my cock between the soles of
her feet and massaged me using an increasingly rapid rhythm, I could
hold back no longer. I arched my back and let fly. My cock shot three
globs of spunk in a high arch, landing on Joanie’s shelf-like breasts.
Using some of my cum as a lubricant, Joanie rubbed her feet all over
my dick and nuts, coaxing out four more spurts in decreasing strength
and amount of jism. I had never cum like that before, didn’t even know
it was possible. …. more

This is not a specifically masturbation story, but it has lots of masturbation and non-coital releases in it. My friend Dave has informed me that the original is by Cinque Manson  and is on his web site. Enjoy.

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Cock Radio
This internet radio station is focused on male masturbation. All of the hosts are female, and most of them are women that specialize in dominant sexual activities. Topics of discussion include things like orgasm denial, guided masturbation, cockteasing, feminization, humiliation, and such. You can listen to the station for free with windows media player, real player, or live365.com. There is a chat room, but I didn’t visit during a live broadcast. They post a schedule of shows, and there is music between segments. It appears that they take suggestions as well, but when I visited the suggestions section wasn’t written yet and their Lorem Ipsum was showing. Whoops! At any rate, this is a nice free site for erotic audio. I have to love them for the crossdressed rooster on the index page. - Vamp

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This is a long story about a young adult male thoroughly humiliated by females of all ages. He suffers forced public nakedness, masturbation, spanking, and all manner of humiliations. Lots of CFNM and teasing/denial. Should appeal to submissive masturbators. It’s in several parts; the formatting reflects the way I received it in an alt.* newsgroup circa 1995.

Tom Hyde couldn’t believe what was happening to him.  An hour
before he had been in a business suit at a local tavern where he’d
been picked up by a gorgeous dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties.
Tom, still a virgin at twenty-five.  Tom, who had never before been
naked in front of a woman, was now in this woman’s house, stripped
naked and lying on his back on the floor in the middle of her living
room.  He had his legs up in the air and knees bent.  His left wrist
shackled to his left ankle and his right wrist shackled to his right
ankle left him completely exposed to the eyes of Beverly, who was
staring at him with her hands on her hips and a smug smile on her
face.

"Shame   on   You,   Mr. Hyde!"
by  Dr.  Phil

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Unexpected Reward

alt.sex.stories, 1999   

By now Lisa had reached the edge of the chair I was sitting in. Still
she continued onward, until that one glorious moment occurred when I felt
that pressure between my legs, directly and precisely placed where it was
needed most. I suddenly noticed that during this entire time, I had been
holding my breath in anticipation of this auspicious moment. Now that it
had finally arrived, my breath just kind of squeaked out in a slow,
wheezing kind of way. As I looked down, I saw that my crotch tightly
cradled her wide left foot. Her toes were draped over its’ head, and the
balls of her feet were firmly placed at the point where the head meets the
shaft, with the rest of her foot running down its’ length. The feeling of
sexual pleasure, although most pronounced near the tip, was absolutely and
irresistibly pervasive.

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I Meet Toni’s Mom

from the net, circa 1995 A college student takes lessons from his girlfriend’s mother.

I meet this girl, Toni, at a party when I’m a junior in college. She’s only a junior in high school. The age-difference is a stretch, but she’s so pretty and disarming and flirtatious that I an’t resist. Her breasts are so firm and her pubic bone so compact pressing against her tight pants that I can’t think of anything all evening except making love to her. She accompanies me back to my flat, and we neck a little, but the first time I try to touch her breasts, even with her shirt on, she deflects me. I’m too aggressive, she explains. The way she was brought up, females decide everything and males are grateful for the chance to please them. I ask exactly what she means. She picks up a pad of paer and starts to sketch as she talks. She tells me to get up off the couch.

“Do you really want to know?” I say Yes.

“I learned everything from mom,” she says. “I learned how to draw and how to dominate males. Why don’t you strip and let me draw you?”

It’s that matter of fact. I’m confused, but there seems to be some sex in it somewhere, so I comply. Toni says she’ll tell me what to remove when. When each item is off, she adds, I’m to turn slowly in a complete circle so she can look me over, make a few quick sketches of what she sees. “For mom,” she says.

“What do you mean, for mom?”

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The Retreat

by Estragon, circa 1995. A camp in which girls learn to rule and boys learn to like it.

Dearest Kristen,

  I know, I know. It’s been ages. But I had to get your approval on something. Somebody recently posted to one  of the newsgroups on the net a vivid description of a summer-camp in which mothers and daughters dominated and disciplined their sons and brothers. For a minute I thought….Well, of course, it turned out to be a fantasy, and I had to smile, because I never really entertain the possibility of my real life being somebody’s fantasy. But why shouldn’t I? When I need to daydream about sex, mostly I only have to remember. Yes, Kristen, maybe I don’t write or call that much, but the very sound of your name is enough to make my knees bend and my penis harden. Believe me, I still go crazy when I remember the first time we met. I was six and you five, so maybe you can’t even recall it. But it meant a lot to me. Mom introduced your mother and you as “Aunt Bonnie and Cousin Kristen.” For a long time I really thought Bonnie was mom’s sister. I only found out it was a figure of speech years later, when I started feeling guilty about wanting my own cousin to tap me. Mom eased my mind on that matter. Do you remember that first time at all? “Bobby, honey, be a good boy and undress for Aunt Bonnie and Cousin Kristen.” Can you imagine what that sounded like to a little boy who wanted nothing more? “Be a good boy!” Mom made being a good boy sound so easy. I never figured out why the boys in the ‘hood had such a hard time with it.

I know, you’re probably wondering why, at six, I wanted to be naked for you and your mother so much. I can’t say, really. Just that it already seemed the best thing in the world to “unhide” yourself to girls. (That was my mental word for it, “unhide.” And, actually, it’s still my private word.) Dad was around then, and I remember walking in on him and mom a couple of times and seeing him kneeling in front of her stark naked. My appearance in the doorway didn’t bother mom at all, but dad was embarrassed and probably would have skulked off if mom didn’t make a point of ordering him to stay put. I was impressed, believe me. I was a really small child then, maybe only five, but something in me made me think that dad was crazy to want to hide. To be kneeling like that before “a lady,” even if the lady was my own mom, seemed the greatest thing in the world for anybody who wasn’t a lady. And I knew that much - I mean, that I wasn’t a lady. I think I took in dad’s erection, but I didn’t know quite what to make of it. I had a little one myself, but at that age they hardly increased the total size of my tiny emblem of future slavery. Do you remember? I had one that first day, right in front of you and Aunt Bonnie. You probably don’t even remember, but I do - and how you giggled and gaily jogged it about with your little-girl hand. Your mom said to mine, “He’s absolutely adorable.” And mine said to yours, “So is Kristen, so is Kristen.”

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