I Meet Toni’s Mom

I start to strip. It’s a strange sensation, a strange scene. Toni’s standing there, her mom is sitting in her draftsman’s chair, relaxed as can be, watching me disrobe without the least look of embarrassment. She’s not excited, she’s not tense. Guys are meat to be naked for us, I think she’s thinking. So I get on with it. Toni watches. She looks at her mom every now and then and then smiles at me. She’s proud of me. She can tell something. She’s recruited a good one.

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The Retreat

Guided Masturbation Stories

The Retreat

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

After a year or two, the women introduced a slight refinement to the practice of having boys naked all the time. Boys in puberty were made to wear a simple black strap-and-belt, a little like an elastic posing-strap, except that the somewhat thickened lower end fitted under, not over, the scrotum, lifting it and pushing the testicles forward. The belt circled the stomach just below the rib-cage and the support-band descended from its back, coming down over our haunches. The straps were as slender as those of a woman’s bra. When we left the retreat on outings we had to dress, of course. We would wear this black truss under our clothes – very loose shorts and a white t-shirt were mandatory – and its outline was visible beneath our shirt. I can testify that a boy got from this contraption a strong impression of being in a state of constant offering.

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Sexual Power for Women

Sexual Power for Women  by Georgeann Cross is well written and fascinating essays on women’s sexual power over males, especially through masturbatory control of the penis. The hosting website is http://francescaspizza.com/ Here is a sample:

The first time Francesca let go of Roy’s cock as he started to come, she teased him about the show he was going to give her. “What I get to see!” It was a good tease, but it would have been even better if it had come a few seconds earlier.  The way it actually went, she started speaking as Roy’s muscles relaxed in preparation for the first spurt.  She waited that long because she wasn’t sure she could recognize the onset of ejaculatory inevitability and because she didn’t yet understand how much more intense Roy’s experience would be if she spoke sooner. By removing her hand and saying the same thing just as his cock reached maximum stiffness, she would have catapulted him suddenly into a trip very much like Patrick’s.  Faced with the prospect of having to ejaculate with nothing holding his cock, he would have made a desperate attempt to regain control.  It would have been impossible, and he would have had several very long seconds in which to experience the conflict between his egoistic compulsion to save himself from embarrassment and his physical need to ejaculate.  During that time, he would have been acutely aware that his cock was sticking up, not just in a normal state of erection but obscenely, and that if he relaxed the muscles that held it that way, even for a moment, they’d immediately contract again and his cock would bounce back up and spurt.  Not only that, but he would have felt Francesca in there with him the whole time, fully aware of what he was going through and intending every bit of it.

Sexual Power for Women, Chapter 11

Male Cattle

 Cattle

 a fantasy by Aethean

1. Cattle

Once upon a time, in land far away, there lived a colony, a civilization where women ruler and men served. Men are important yet they are only important to help serve women in religious and sustenance areas. You see, men are milked only for their cum, only for that glorious milk. Like the East Indians with their sacred cow, these women hold men in highest esteem.

Their organization was simple. There was one ruling family of women. They were placed there for the fact that they have many children both boys and girls. The boys represent their wealth, their cattle, the girls continue their line. Next come the enforcers. They are the ones who punish bad men, who do not produce enough. Next come the “milk maids”, those who collect from the source. All have their outfits, all their uniform to show their status. The elite have only lithe gowns that flow like liquid. The enforcers, are wrapped tight in dark wear and hold the objects of their control, whips to crops to clubs. They hold themselves highly. The maids are cute, usually young. They have little black dresses with a bodice that pushes their breasts up. This is fortunate when milking… and intentional to help produce high yields.     

The men, being such a commodity, are housed in a dorm-like setting; warm and comfortable, each has his own bed and when not producing they are free to run and play in a pasture. They know their place. They know their value. And that value is based on cum. The ones that produce more, get better treatment, are looked highly upon. The ones that do not produce are punished, especially by the enforcers… They are placed in tiny cubicle-like settings and tube device is attached. With a suction force that is almost painful, they are milked with rhythmic pulsations.    Continue reading