Tale of Matt - Pt. 1
I'm Matt, a 19-year-old college freshman standing nearly 6 feet tall with a slender, toned body. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and an eight-inch erect penis. I live at home with my 45-year-old mother and 18-year-old sister, Mary, who's in high school. Our father has been gone for a long time.
On this particular Saturday, I had plans to attend Crandall Park to test out my new drone. While preparing it, my mom called me downstairs to help her move a piece of furniture. With her work complete, she told me she'd be gone the rest of the day but would be back for dinner. As there were only two bedrooms in our house, the upstairs was left as a private space for my sister and me, while our mother had an ensuite on the first floor.
I then thought about my favorite pastime: visiting porn sites and masturbating. I scurried back to my room and closed my door before taking off my clothing. While sitting on my desk, I began stroking myself, focusing on Femdom videos. With my fierce desire for release, it didn't take long to ejaculate onto my torso. Freshly cleaned, I donned my clothes and grabbed the drone, informing Mary of my departure. She didn't acknowledge me.
After an hour at the park, flying the drone, it was time to return home. Initially hyped up, I pictured another round of self-pleasure and Femdom browsing.
Upon entering my home, the living room was filled with laughter as Mary sat on the sofa watching TV. Seeing my confusion, she beckoned me over.
"Hey, bro," she grinned, "You have to check this out."
As I entered the room, her tone switched to an assertive mockery. "Not now," I replied, before heading up the stairs.
"No, you need to stand and be forced to watch," she corrected, increasing the volume. To my shock, there I was, completely exposed, looking at a Femdom video on my computer. With every stroke of my erect penis, I climaxed, covering my torso with a torrent of ejaculate. This caused Mary to burst into laughter.
"What?", I exclaimed, "I don't understand."
Amused, she looked at me and said, "This came up on my screen; it was filmed by a high-def camera from your drone. You left it on during your drone demonstration. Now, you see - your private fun was recorded. And I can show it to anyone."
"I must delete that," I cried out. "You've had your fun, and you must erase it. Please."
"No," she replied, "I might actually share this. I think everyone could really enjoy watching your sex scene."
I then turned downcast, realizing she could share the video far and wide. "I own you now," she said, "From today on, you'll do everything I command. If you disobey, the complete footage, including the orgasm, goes live to all of your friends."
I pleaded for her to refrain from distributing my personal material.
"Nope," she replied, "Your compliance is what's stopping it. Comply."
I complied, halting abruptly before her. "Strip," she ordered.
I hesitated, but a look of anger from her stopped me in my tracks. "Now, strip - get your clothes off." I dropped my clothes and stood in front of her, naked. Gleaming up at me, she said, "I own you. Since you've already lost your privacy, I'll claim your body, as well. Your submission is your only safeguard."
One day, I felt thrilled by the idea of being instructed by my smaller sister. I dropped off my shirt without second thought and removed my shorts. I stood there embarrassed as she commanded me to be completely naked while we were alone in the house.
I complied and my erection became more noticeable. When I halted, she insisted that I continue, saying, "I want everything stripped off when we're the only ones here."
My cheeks became crimson as I pulled back my underwear exposing my rigid cock. Despite my embarrassment, I attempted to cover myself, but she instructed me to raise my hands upwards onto my head. Nude, my erect penis on display in front of my little sister.
Mary smiled at me and said, "We're going to enjoy ourselves. My own private plaything. Step closer to me, slave boy."
I obeyed and positioned myself right in front of her. Focused on my upper body, she clutched my member and covered it with her soft hands. She then talked to me in a commanding manner, "You belong to me now. You have no right to cum unless I allow you to."
Surprisingly, I agreed strongly,"Yes, Mistress", overjoyed by the feel of her grasp.
She struck my penis with strength, causing me to squeal in pain, "And you will call me Mistress from now on, you worthless creature."
Swiftly, I responded, "Yes, Mistress."
She held my testicles tightly, "For disobeying me. I'm sorry, Mistress!"
She stood and grabbed her phone, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. "Retrieve me a soda, slave", she told me.
Making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed a can of soda and started walking back to her. When she yelled at me, "No, slave! Put it in a glass.", I turned back and altered my course to find a glass. Although feeling chastised, I submitted to her demands.
Back in the sitting room, she commanded, "Hands on the head. Spread your legs."
Her command was legible as she continued, "When I say stand, you must assume that posture. And sitting, you'll kneel at my feet."
"Yes, Mistress", I obliged, my sight towards the floor.
She slowly shut her laptop, "Head up for a moment. We have tasks to accomplish upstairs."
She followed behind me, and with her hands on my buttocks, she left me speechless, "Beautiful ass, slave. I'm looking forward to exploring it."
"Your bedroom", she ordered while walking to her. I tried to stop and wait, but she yelled, "Maintain your position until I allow it."
She reached my room and deliberately stated, "Your space", as she passed by me. She similarly entered hers, rounding up her laptop and a shopping bag. At my desk, she sat down maneuvering the laptop. Looking up from her chair, she then told me, "Go fetch another camera."
I grabbed the product and headed towards the shelf beside the medicine cabinet. With further instructions, she ordered me to pin it there after plugging it in. Once this was done, she typed more on her machine, "That will suffice."
She demanded, "Head over to your room."
At the door, she ordered me to pause and wait for a while, "Enter when I tell you", she moaned.
Seconds past and "Come in and move two steps toward the camera. Show me a smile", she said, appearing satisfied.
Then, she commanded, "Stroke your dick."
I remained there for a while, stroking my erection while the camera flashed pictures.
She had enough. "Stop.", she demanded. Then, "Now, lie down on the bed and continue accepting your dick."
Amazed by my self-measure, I did as bid, lying down on the bed and facing the camera while stroking with my left hand.
Breathless, I collapsed to the floor. Mary glanced at me and stated, "Alright, now rub some on your fingers and consume it. Do not forget to display a grin for the camera."
Hence, I grabbed some of my semen with two fingers and popped it into my mouth all the while looking into the camera with its blinking red light.
"All of it," Mary instructed. And I performed, collecting my semen and satisfying myself. I could not comprehend how elated I was to be subjugated by her, as she commanded me to partake in this activity.
Eventually, upon emptying my entire repast on my torso and abdomen, she arose.
"Proceed to the bathroom and clean yourselves up," she instructed and casually strolled away. I ran to the washroom and utilized a warm, wet rag to clear my chest and abdomen, then headed down to the living room.
Mary was lounging on the sofa with her computer, typing vigorously. Noticing me, she bade me to stand at her side.
Following orders, I put my legs apart, hands upon my head, both on the sofa near Mary. Unexpectedly, a picture appeared on the large television screen and it was me enter my room, nude. I faced the camera and commenced caressing my penis. It was the video she had just urged me to engage in.
"Good," Mary assessed, intently watching the video as she grasped my partially erect cock. She idly caressed it as she viewed her film, returning me to a full erection.
Eventually, she hushed and regarded me. "Step upstairs and put on the sky blue gym shorts," she commanded.
Of course, I diligently performed as demanded. Sporting only the shorts she had specified, the tip of my erection attempted to emerge from the left leg opening.
Upon my return, she beamed. "Nice," she commended, "Now, proceed to the yard."
My parchment cheeks ignited, realizing with each subsequent step, the tip of my cock would likely glimpse through the left leg hole. I carried on as she dictated.
I obtained the lawnmower from the garage and filled its gas tank before successfully starting the machine. Thankfully, our lawn was small. I swiftly tended to the front yard, hoping to end the procedure before any onlookers viewed my attire, but no such luck. Mrs. Jacobs, a widow in her sixties, was tending to some bushes next door. She ceased her task and observed, her lips curled into a broad smile.
I accomplished the front yard and then dealt with the backyard, swiftly finishing up. As I temporarily deposited the mower, my mother drove up and parked in the garage. Emerging from her vehicle, she noticed the mowed lawn.
"Great job, Matt," she complimented, eyeing me. "I'm delighted I didn't have to holler for you to mow."
Blushing, I simply gave a smile and responded, "No problem, Mom. Glad I could lend a hand."
She strode over and embraced me, pushing her sizable bosom against me. I fought the impulse to achieve an erection, as she whispered something to my ear. I turned beet red as she kissed my cheek.
Retracing her steps and admiring my shorts which drew attention to my erection, she appraised me. "I'm happy, Nick. It's gratifying to possess a man to execute things for us."
Then Mother declared, "Darling, would you like to bathe while I prepare dinner?"
"I'd very much love to, Mom," I acknowledged and positioned myself to ascend the stairs. I scaled to my bedroom and cast off my shorts. My penis was nearly fully hard. Mary emerged from the closet, holding another set of slim gym shorts and a cotton shirt.
"Put these on when you finish showering," she suggested, grinning. She stroked my stiff phallus prompting a faint moan. "I trust they'll suit you." Then, she exited the room.
After showering, I donned my attire and descended to dinner. My mother occupied the head of the table while Mary and I seated ourselves facing one another. As we initiated eating, Mary's completely bare feet touched my erect cock. I emitted a gasp and a whimper as her toes wiggled against my now protracted shaft.
Mother inquired, "Son, are you alright?" as her hand navigated to my and supported it.
Giggling, looking at me, I whispered, "Yes, Mom. I'm fine, simply a touch weary."
She gripped my hand and smiled. "Thanks so much for mowing the lawn, sweetheart. You're a darned good son."
"Not a problem at all, mom," I replied as Mary continued to play with my manhood with her feet. "I enjoyed helping out."
Dinner was complete soon after. Mary eyed my mom and proposed, "Maybe Matt would be up for clearing the table and doing the dishes." She trapped my balls between her toes. I understood what she wanted.
"Sure, mom," I told her. "I'll handle that while you two relax."
"That's what he said," Mary smirked, aware my member was swollen.
"Go on and clear the plates," Mary told me, smirking. She knew my penis was now firmer than ever.
While my cheeks flushed red, I stood up, grabbed my plate, and made a point to stretch out my legs forward to shield my erection as best as possible. My mother looked on without vocalizing it. She passed me her plate as well and then I went to the kitchen.
After finishing the dishes, I entered the living room, hoping my semi-hard cock didn't reveal how hard it was in my shorts. Both my mother and Mary turned to smile at me, noticing the sides of my shorts tenting out. They knew too well I was so petrified.
"Sit down here," Mary instructed, patting the sofa's center between them. I complied, making sure I kept my legs close together to minimize the possibility of exposure. I was painfully aware that unless they diverted their gaze, I would show them all.
We watched a film I would typically appreciate, yet I couldn't focus on much other than how my shorts showcased my arousal. Mary seemed to love my awkwardness. After the credits, mother said it was past bedtime. I strolled toward the stairs, saying my goodnights.
"Matt, honey, come closer," mother called out.
I approached her, my shorts slightly stretching due to my swelling rod, and she pulled me into an affectionate embrace. Her ample bosom pressed against my torso, and I sensed her thigh rubbing my swelling hard-on. She held the hug slightly longer than usual before looking into my eyes and proclaiming, "Thanks once more for being so accommodating. I really adore the new you."
I merely said, "I'm happy to assist. Goodnight." And I trudged up the stairs. Mary had already left while mother still cuddled me.
As I stepped into my room, my phone rang. The screen identified the caller as Mistress. Seems Mary had edited her name in my contacts. I connected the call and realized Mary was on the other end.
"Place your phone on speaker and position it," she commanded. I followed her order, noticing the red light pulsating on the camera box.
"Remove your clothes," she instructed.
I obeyed, stripping naked in my bedroom.
"Remember to smile at the camera," my dominatrix ordered. "And give it a good pump. I want to see you nut."
I cupped my member and started to stroke it. My hand slid up and down, and after a few minutes, my dominatrix commanded, "Go ahead and shoot your load, slave. And smile for me."
I reached climax and, while grinning, stared at the camera.
"Goodnight, slave," Mary said, and the red light switched off. I cleaned myself up, pulled the sheets around me, and pondered my day as a newborn plaything, eventually drifting off into sleep.
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