His Aunt Took Control With Electro-stim
by Geir Hansen
I was introduced to male sub-ordinance, when I stayed overnight by my aunt as a young man..
She didn’t allow me to masturbate, as young men often do, as she didn’t want to have any stains in the bed, she said.
She typically asked me if I’d remembered to masturbate before I came to visit her, which was very, very embarrassing. She frequently did checkups by coming into the bedroom to check if I was doing anything illegal, and she also examined the bed sheets and my underpants thoroughly, for stains. I had to shower with an open door, and she would find a big fluffy towel to dry me, always commenting any signs of an erection. Yes, she would of course dry my penis a little extra, to check if it reacted. And when/if it did, she grabbed a cool pack, of the type athletes uses, to relieve muscle pain, to cool it down, so it softened again.
I had to use underwear that was so tight, that any thing other than a completely limp penis would hurt.
One day, as she went to the store, to buy some groceries, I sneaked into her, and my late uncle’s bedroom.
I was just curious, if I could find out if she masturbated. I had heard some rhythmic noises in the middle of the night, and wondered why a woman could have orgasms, but deny men to have them.
First I looked in the drawer of my uncle, where I found some electronics, and something looking like a condom, with electrodes on it. A leather mask and gear to tie a person up, leather cuffs and everything. Also some rain-wear of the old heavy duty style, and a couple of rain hats, rubber gloves and lots of things like butt plugs, and ball gags.
I didn’t know so much what S/M was, and was scared and curious, at the same time. My aunt came home from the shopping trip and immediately shouted for help as she came in.
I hurried down with anxiety, and she understood that something was going on, grabbed me in the crotch and asked if I had masturbated. I immediately replied no, and she (barely) believed me, and the rest of the evening went on as usual.
Then – after the usual evening ritual with showering and several check-ups of my penis (I learned to use cold water to ease down any erection, to “pass” the check-ups) she suddenly came into my bedroom, very angry.
“I know that you have been in my bedroom! Come in here, with me!”
My face must have been completely red of embarrassment, as she showed me the drawer I forgot to close completely.
“Now, there must be punishment!” – she shouted, and commanded me to take off my too tight underwear. My penis popped up – I had forgot to masturbate an extra time before I stayed at her place, and it was due, already.
“Put on this one, and lie down on the bed!”, she commanded, and handed me an old rain hat. I was very surprised, but before I got to put in on my head, she shouted “Not on your head, moron, it should cover your penis!” I was confused – “Put you legs inside and the rubber band around your buttocks – let it cover your penis and balls!”, she explained.
I noticed that the rubber band was sewn in place, for this “special use” of the rain hat. The cotton lining would for sure, absorb anything coming out of the penis.
“Lie down on the bed!” – she commanded, preparing another two rain hats, so they covered my face, one with the plastic side, facing my face. “Can you breathe?” she asked, and I confirmed. She then spread my legs and began to examine my balls – not touching my swollen penis. “Ok, I understand you need to ejaculate, but you have to understand that I don’t like the smell of semen.”
“To relieve you of some of the pressure, I can electro-stimulate you just enough, so that you ejaculate a little – then you will not feel the need to masturbate again, before you go back home, ok?”
Not knowing what I said yes to, I said “Ok”. “Please leave the mask in front of your face, too” – “I don’t like to much grunting and moaning when you ejaculate!”, she instructed me. “And please no riding or thrusting, lie completely still, so I can collect the semen, without any spills!”.
I complied, and then she gently put on the condom “gizmo” on my penis – then instructed me to lift up so she could put in the anal probe.
“This will deliver small pulses of electric current to stimulate the penis and prostate gland”, until the semen comes out. It will trickle and not squirt and you will probably not feel so much orgasm, but you will feel relieved and go to sleep more easy”.
My aunt was calmer and more friendly now, as she now controlled the situation completely.
I rested and felt comfortable in a bizarre way. Some times when I had masturbated, squirts of semen had landed on the pillows and unexpected places making me worry about adults discovering the stains later. And being horny all the time, is so uncomfortable.
She gradually turned up the voltage, until I could feel it, like small throbs or something – inside. She lifted my balls gently and put an handkerchief over my penis, as it started to ejaculate, silently, and without so much feeling, just as she promised. I breathed heavily inside the makeshift “mask”, constructed by those rain hats, and it was over in about 5 seconds.
“Good boy”, she said, very gently, taking away most of the embarrassment men feel just after the ejaculation.
“If you like, you can rest for a few minutes, with the mask on – I will wipe off the penis and leave the room.
Thanks for complying and welcome to the world of S/M!” she told in a very friendly and warm tone.
(End of part 1)