I comply.
“Sue expanded her collection of photos well beyond that of Raquel Welch. I suppose being older she could purchase the soft porn magazines of the day without question. She knew the arousal of that one picture would wane and always seemed to be one step ahead in drawing my attention.
“As the photos became racier, topless shots of the Playboy variety, her demands became greater. My bedroom became blasé as a place of rendezvous and whenever Mother was gone, I found myself performing wherever Sue deemed appropriate. Periods of withholding ultimate climax got longer with constant threats of complete curtailment of her sordid supply.
“She made me do things, the reward for obedience being an air brushed photo of the latest centerfold. I had to learn to masturbate left handed. She had me insert the fingers of my free hand into my anus. I learned to perform for her standing, sitting, lying. Always naked. She seemed to like looking at me without any covering. She said my skin turned the cutest color of pink in being so thoroughly exposed.”
“And for me, it seemed to enhance the thrill. It added such spice to what had become, even at that age, such a lonely endeavor. I suppose the loneliness of growing up the only male in a house and secluded from other boys my age was toll taking. Sue became a very peculiar friend. We found a common interest. I looked forward to Mother’s absences, which became more frequent as we got older.”
“And Kate, Bobby? Your real sister. You and Sue played your games without her noticing?”
Another pause. Yes, I have been deficient in relating part of the story.
“Kate usually stayed late at school, always involved in clubs or sports. But there was that one time.”
“She participated. You masturbated for her too?”
“No. She caught me. Sue had me in the basement. We were well into our game and Sue wanted to see what she termed the ‘fountain’. I was naked as always, kneeling and bent over backwards on an old carpet. My feet and legs were tucked under me, knees bent. She liked having one arm also wedged under my back so I looked like a ball of flesh. Only my right hand was free and she had fun seeing how far into the air I could shoot my sperm. ‘Spouting like a fountain’ Sue termed it.
“Well, apparently Kate arrived home early. Sue heard her and I didn’t. I was stroking away and didn’t notice that without a word Sue slipped into the laundry room leaving me in plain sight in the middle of the basement floor as Kate descended the stairs.
“Well, you can imagine the sight that greeted her. It was about a year after her initial discovery of my habit.
“The position made it awkward for me to arise with any alacrity and besides, just as the first time Kate caught me in flagrante delicto, I was too far into my masturbatory fantasy to stop. Sue had provided quite the steamy photo for that session, and I stroked most feverishly as Kate looked on in disgust. The fountain spouted with particular zest.”
“What did she do Bobby? The first time she caught you she only told Sue.”
“Sue remained in hiding and I quickly realized if I gave her up, the supply of porn would terminate. So I took the scolding... and more.”
“More Bobby? You’re to tell me everything.”
“After listening to many threats, I beseeched her to remain silent and not tell Mother. She agreed but strongly suggested a punishment, pointing out that it was my second offense and I had not been spanked in years.”
“Kate spanked you.”
“Yes. She picked up my clothing and I had to follow her to her room. And ironically she decided to have Sue witness the deed. My cohort had surreptitiously slipped out the rear basement door to be found innocently studying in her room. Sue found particular delight in watching as Kate made me earn back my clothes one swat at a time.”
“Fascinating, Bobby. Spanked naked before your two older sisters. You submitted to them both. Well you’ll likewise earn back your clothing here. Mae Lee is eager to send you on your way.
“Next week Bobby, we can more directly confront your affliction. Now that I more fully understand its derivation I’m going to have you ejaculate for me. Think about it during the week. Make up your mind that you want to please me. I believe we can establish a scenario that will be palliative, if not a cure.”
I hear Miss Denise arise from her chair.
“What does your stepsister Sue do now, Bobby? She sounds like a very interesting person.”
“She’s an attorney... a litigator. Very high priced.”
“Yes, a very aggressive personality. Quite suited for her work, I am sure.”
Miss Denise departs and I continue to hang wearing the hood, disappointed that I was not to gaze upon her charms. And then it occurs that I am to face Mae Lee and the whipping bench...
Chapter Thirty-Four
Fortunately, Mae Lee went lightly with the cane. Miss Denise was not present, but I am sure the session was well recorded for her archives.
The week goes slowly and work drags. Everyday life bores. I even look forward to my Thursday visit with the nurses. It seems performing for dominant women is becoming more than acceptable.
I am surprised when my stepsister Sue calls on Tuesday evening. Though she lives in New York on a swanky Fifth Avenue coop apartment, I had not talked to her in months. I am rarely invited to her place and in coming to mine... well my bachelor pad is not presentable.