“It’s... well... it takes time to do that,” his objection mild.... much too mild.
He enjoys!
“Bath time. I can have you shaved every day in a jiffy. I think you’ll feel better. Nice and smooth all over.”
And better to acclimate to the pink silk panties I’m going to have you wear, I should add.
Yes, having read so much Victorian literature, I learned it was both common and much fun to feminize belligerent boys in that era; I began to subscribe to the becalming affect of placing a boy in girl’s undergarments... beginning with my younger brothers. After all, since I was the person to dress them each morning, I was the person who would choose not only the colors and styles but the gender of their garb as well.
Yes, becalming is the term. Boys don’t fight much when donning frilly panties, aggression tamed for some reason. And they certainly don’t play hooky, miss school and disrobe to swim at the local water hole. Instead, in an odd way they sort of become one of us.
Chapter Five
“He’s beginning to drool. He’s not going to ejaculate is he?”
Again, an attendee brings me to the present. I note the tone of the question is not of dread but one of youthful curiosity.
“Pre ejaculatory fluid. Common in the chaste male,” I offer. “And Jack only ejaculates on cue.... requiring my input. He’s trained. No worries.”
No stunned silence on that one. Instead I receive looks and nods of admiration from women having mates with apparent problems of premature ejaculation.
I’d like to do some self promotion at this point, but refrain. I am sure the hostess will at some point reconsider and up the fee. Showing off a naked Jack, quite the well chiseled form in that I keep him exercised, and quite the solid erection as noted, requires a fee of $300. As I explained to the hostess in negotiating the details of this prospective CFNM party, jerking him off for the girls requires another $300.
The hostess declined the latter. But I think, as Jack prominently drools, word will slip that there is much more show to be had.
And I’ve brought lubricant. Having trimmed Jack so high and tight, there is no loose foreskin to stroke. One must grease up that pecker before stroking with the intent of ultimate climax.
As I see the girl’s index finger cautiously dab away some fluid, more memories stream... when Jack first drooled years ago...
Chapter Six
It’s day four after his circumcision. In having been well bandaged, a dressing which I have fun replacing after his daily bath, I know that nightly youthful habit, when teens sexually discover themselves, has been interrupted. Thus as I dry him, patting those growing testicles with matronly tenderness, I note the ooze of
clear fluid. Yes, it is evident that Jack has been masturbating, crusted sheets an obvious clue. And the recent days of forced chastity, his wounded penis tip precluding any lustful stroking, have brought need.
A forthright discussion is required. Though bashful, as usual in discussing male needs with his governess, I cross examine in detail, the level of embarrassment sublime.
“Jack, what is this? Your penis is drooling and I just finished bathing you!” feigning annoyance.
“I know. That happens... for some reason...” his naive response known to be genuine.
“Well, your penis no longer requires a bandage. But I cannot have you soiling those fine panties I have you wearing. Should I diaper you?” my voice stern, a mother threatening to return a child to potty training.
“No. Well sometimes I can get it to stop for a while.”
“When is that, Jack? I want to know... in detail.”
And of course, I know the details, fondling and stroking away at that abundant foreskin... now incised away. But what has not yet occurred to Jack is the consequences of removing that excess flesh. His masturbatory habits will change... must change... by my edict.
Delicious stuff for a woman of my ilk.
So in bonding with me, the woman who strips him and bathes him nightly, the woman who altered his penis tip, Jack downloads, somewhat reluctantly, but divulges his deep secret... indeed detailing how he had been given to drain his penis of the annoying goo. For him, confessing to his Governess is akin to another visit to the doctor or dentist, fully divulging all health issues and needs. I am understanding but firm.
“Tsk, tsk, Jack. You should not be doing that. I forbid it. And besides I don’t think you’ll be stroking this little thing like that going forward. Seems I’ve trimmed you for good reason. You’re now going to have to rely on Governess Kelly for that.”
Clinical... always clinical in early dealings with Jack
Now, I am well aware that some how, despite the tight circumcision, Jack... all boys for that matter... will find a way of ecstatically spewing their seed. The point is for me to timely step into the breach so to speak; offering an alternative... what will become a delightfully exciting and sought after alternative... to prosaic male stroking and frottaging. And that needs to be in place before he relearns that nasty habit.