Date: Sun, 31 May 2009 11:26:35 -0700
From: BJ <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Educating William

I should begin by saying I grew up with a dominant father and a strict
mother. Therefore, it was no surprise I was destine to be a submissive. I
married and we had a son, William. By the time he was seven, his mother
died of cancer and I was left alone to raise William. I was determined not
to let him grow up to be a submissive like me. I encouraged him to play any
and all aggressive sports. I gave him adventure books to read where the
hero beats out everyone to come out on top.

I played all the make believe games with him, Army, Cowboys and Indians and
cops and robbers. I always played the looser, letting William always win. I
wanted him to feel that aggressive spirit. I also couldn't deny becoming
stimulated by the aggressive play. William taking command, tying me up or
holding me prisoner in the wooden prison cell we made in the garage. I had
become very partial to bondage play. There were lots of times I think he
could see the bulge in my pants and wondered what it was.

One evening William and I watched a war movie. The captured prisoners were
gagged, bound with their hands behind their backs and taken back to
camp. At the camp they were stripped and forced to kneel on the ground in
front of the officers hut. Of course in the movie you couldn't see anything
but their backsides. I had forgot about the movie until several days later
when William decided to re-create the events.

I was captured in the back yard, had my hands tied behind my back and a
handkerchief used for a gag. William led me back to the garage and we
stopped in front of our wooden cell.

"Prisoners can't have any clothes!" William declared in a stern voice.

About that time the movie flashed back into my head and I understood what
he was doing. William unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders and
down around my arms.

Next he unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down around
my ankles. The last thing he removed was my shorts. I was unable to control
the fact my cock was completely hard and standing straight up. William was
also quick to take notice.  William pretended to be the commander in the
movie "Get down on your knees," he ordered. Of course I played along.

Now I felt truly helpless, tied up naked, kneeling on the floor but it was
also very arousing. I also knew William was of that age where his sexual
hormones were coming alive. William was fascinated with my erection and
began to explore it with his hands. I was quite sure William knew all about
masturbation was, all though I didn't think he was going to do it to
me. One hand rubbed my balls while the other slid up and over my sensitive
glans.

That day in the garage, William experienced a raw natural event. I groaned,
he stepped back and watched as my cock jerked upward and spewed out a
stream of sperm. He had this big smile on his face, watching as my cock
jerk again and again with sperm spitting from the tip. What he said next
took me by total surprise.

"All prisoners have to suck the commanders dick!"

Now, that line was most certainly not in the movie.  William dropped his
pants allowing me to see his stiff five inch erection. He untied the gag
and I was more than happy to follow his orders. This was exactly what I had
hoped for with William. I was happy to see he was aggressive and was
dominating the situation. I was also happy to find out he was capable of
ejaculating now. Even it was a small quantity he deposited in my
mouth. Then I think he suddenly realized what he did was wrong. He pulled
his pants up and quickly darted into the house.

My bindings were not all that tight so with a little wiggling and pulling I
managed to free myself. I went inside and found William in his bedroom. I
explained there was nothing to be ashamed of his urges were perfectly
natural. It was only normal and I encouraged him to explore all he
wanted. I also told him that the bondage was a great thrill for me. I hoped
this would relieve him of any guilt.

In the weeks that followed, William took my advice and no longer suppressed
his sexual urges. He liked the Army game where he was the commander and I
was the prisoner. Each time exploring a little farther and seeking new
thrills. My large nipples were captivating to him. He took a lot of
pleasure in pinching, twisting and pulling them out of shape. He also
enjoyed the bodily response he got by making my cock swell up. Once it was
erect, he could play with it until I ejaculated. After awhile William
became quite proficient at edging.

He liked playing with my ass. At first he used his bare hands to spank my
two hairy mounds but he quickly graduated to a wooden paddle he found in
the garage. Next came the fingers up the ass. On one occasion, I was so hot
that when he massaged my prostate, I automatically ejaculated my
load. Finally one afternoon, William got tired of poking and prodding my
tight ass. Shoving his hard cock deep into me and fucking me as I was tied
to the bench.

He also experimented with those most tender of male organs, the
testicles. He would grip my ball sac and pull it down tight. My testicles
would bulge out at the bottom of the sac. Then he would tap on them with
his fingers. That always made my thighs quiver and my legs shake. I found
that over time I could take a lot on the balls. Sometimes he would play
with me anywhere from forty minutes to an hour before allowing me to
ejaculate.

After that I was usually spent for the rest of the day. William, on the
other hand, could manage seven or eight erections a day if not more. He
also decided he liked being sucked instead of masturbating by hand. I was
assigned that task.

It didn't matter when. If doing his homework, taking a bath, sitting on the
sofa watching television, just sitting at the table reading or walking
around the house. Whenever his five inch erection came up, I was to suck it
until he was satisfied. William learned from my submissiveness, gaining
more and more confidence in his position. Soon recognizing I was most
obedient and vulnerable when I was naked and bound. He would later discover
humiliation had a great deal to do with my behavior.

Over time, William became quite a young man and very well acclimated to his
role. His voice was deep, he had chest, arm and pubic hair. There was a
nice thick seven inch cock and a hairy scrotum with two nice size
balls. During that time William and I expanded on our bondage gear. I
ordered many items on line. Cock and ball harness, hobbles for arms and
legs. Penis plug, glans ring, several gags and a humbler.

For those that don't know what a humbler is: It is a cock and ball torture
restraint to restrict movement. It has a testicle cuff that clamps at the
base of the scrotum. The bar rests behind the thighs at the base of the ass
cheeks. Any attempt to straighten up pulls directly on the scrotum and can
be painful the balls. We also built some new toys in the garage to use
around the house. A pointed wooden horse, a spanking horse, some stocks and
a Parrot stand.

The humbler was by far the worst. You had to be either on your hands and
knees or bent over with your head on the floor. I was usually placed on my
hands and knees. William like this position because it gave him better
access to all parts of my anatomy. My balls were exposed through the hole
in the humbler. William liked to use a fly swatter, giving them little
swats from time to time. My ass was also exposed to any type of torment he
saw fit.

There were two tortures William like to use when I was in the humbler. The
first one was satisfying his hard cock. Both my hands had to stay on the
floor to keep me steady. Sucking his cock took some skill without moving my
body a whole lot. If I rocked back and forth it would squeeze my balls in
the humbler. William had a lot of fun with that one. Sometimes it would
take an hour to get him to cum.

The second one was the cock vibrators. One attached to the glans and the
other inserted into my up turned ass. The vibrators were remote control and
William sat on the sofa playing with the controls. He would switch one on
then the other the off again. This went of quite some time but that was not
the torture. The torture was when I had the orgasm. My loins wanted to hump
and pump but I couldn't allow that because it would squeeze my testicles to
their limit.

I had to try to stay calm and not move around at all. While one vibrator
was thumping my sensitive cock head cock over and over and over. The other
vibrator thumping my pucker and my prostate as hard as it could. I could
only imagine what a sight that was to see. I could hear William laughing at
me all the time. Sometimes if he just felt like it, he would smack my ass
with a belt while I was ejaculating. The sudden jerk would cause me to
stretch my testicles even tighter.

The Parrot stand was the next last favorite. It's like a wooden tee about
twenty four or twenty five inches tall all mounted on a platform. You have
to be in the kneeling position. The tee fits under your arm pits and your
arms are tied behind your back. On the platform there are two stops to hold
your knees wide open. There are many loops that cords can be tied to. If
you want to tie the cock and balls down or stretch them out you can.

William did like the spanking bench. Just a small bench with a padded
platform for your knees with braces that your legs were tied to. The padded
top supported your belly and chest while your arms were strapped to the
support braces on both sides. Once strapped down you were ready for a good
spanking but you were also vulnerable to all sorts of other
torture. William would attach clips on my nipples before giving my ass a
good lashing.

A little game he liked to play was forced milking. He pulled my cock back
between my legs and yank it like the tit on a cow.

"You have twenty seconds to release your milk!" He would say.

Of course twenty seconds was not enough time for me. The punishment was a
harsh ball and cock slapping.

"Lets see if we can wake up the milk in there," he would say.

Next he would say, "maybe a little cock up the ass will help you along!"

Then he would proceed to fuck me before going back to milking. There was
one thing William discovered about me at a young age. My glans or cock head
was very very sensitive during ejaculation and right after. William loved
to watch my uncontrolled reflexes of bucking and jerking while he raked his
hand over my glans. Before doing that, he always made sure I was gagged and
well restrained. Yes the weekends were a great time for us.

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