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Derek Halsey Looked up from the slip of paper in his hand and regarded the stately old Victorian house in front of him. Located on the western fringe of wine country in Northern California, it was miles away from civilization. The estate towered in exalted majesty in the middle of a large garden filled with neatly trimmed bushes, decorative flowerbeds and gravel paths, all surrounded by a tall hedge. This must be it, Derek thought and opened the black iron gate. Atop the iron gate was an ornate plaque depicting a burning fist holding a shaft of some sort, with three tears coming off one end of the shaft.
His footsteps crunching on the gravel, he walked from the gate up to the impressive front door. A gargoyle head with a heavy doorknocker in its mouth leered at him from the door, but Derek also noticed a discrete modern doorbell button. Pressing it, he heard a faint chime from somewhere deep inside manor.
He waited nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and took a deep, calming breath when he heard the door being unlocked from inside. The door swung open and standing in the doorway were three very lovely women in matching leather outfits. They were much taller than his 5'8 frame. They towered over him by at least five inches. Each of the three women were dressed in an ankle-length dress of cool blue leather, accentuating their full hips and large, firm breasts, while leaving exposed both their arms and shoulders and one long nylon encased leg. They each bore a tattoo under their collarbone of a burning fist holding a shaft of some sort with three tears coming off one end.
The house staff maybe? Derek thought to himself as his jaw hung open.
Realizing that he was standing there gaping like a fool, Derek tried to get his mouth to work again. The blonde woman, however, salvaged the potentially awkward situation by speaking first. "You must be Mr. Halsey," she said, her accent one of excellent breeding and expensive boarding schools. "I am Mistress Samantha, and this is Mistress Helga and Mistress Sonia. We three serve the High Lady of the Household."
"Uh, well, yes, yes I am," Derek stuttered. "Pleased to meet you... I think? High Lady?"
The woman smiled a smile that somehow conveyed glacial coolness and warm invite at the same time. "Why don't you come inside Mr. Halsey," she offered, stepping aside. Derek stepped through the open door, resisting the urge to shake his head violently to clear it.
With the door shut and locked behind him, the woman who called herself, Mistress Samantha, gestured for Derek to follow her, then turned around and led the way deeper into the house. Mistress Helga and Mistress Sonia quietly walked beside him. The hall just inside the front door was large and spacious, with black-and-white tiles on the floor and a magnificent staircase leading up to the first floor. As they walked, Derek got a vague impression of passing through rooms with oak-paneled walls with paintings of men in various state of undress and powerful looking women standing high above them. The wall lamps were of twisted wrought iron and surrounded by dark fabric screens. The carpeted floors were plush and deep.
As much as he admired the decor, his attention was drifting back to the woman walking in front of him. The blue leather dress fit snugly over her swaying hips, leaving Derek a fantastic view of her leather-clad ass that gave him a raging hard-on. Her arms and shoulders were subtly muscled, as was the leg occasionally showing through the slit in her dress. Her skin was smooth, pale alabaster, and her naturally full hair hung nearly to the small of her back. She was wearing some sort of leather ankle boots with high heels, also blue, and the heels made hard, thumping noises with unwavering rhythm as she walked across the carpets.
They emerged in a sitting room somewhere in the back of the house, Derek estimated, the whole room decorated and furnished in a strangely erotic Victorian style that matched the façade of the house.
"Mr. Halsey, you will wait here for the High Lady of the Household," Mistress Samantha said. "Please, remain standing."
Derek watched as the three women stepped out of the room. Looking around, he marveled at the antique artwork that hung from the walls. The blatant eroticism was exquisite and quite to his taste. Nude men were depicted strapped down to wooden tables, chairs with restraints, or stakes in the ground. Above each man was a series of different, powerful women in leather outfits. The women were manipulating the man's penis in various and sundry ways... in their hand, under their foot, between mountainous breasts, with their mouths, in their pussy. One painting was disturbing in that it depicted a frightened, yet very turned on man having his hard cock encased by some sort of fleshy tentacle with a mouth on the end of it. A creamy liquid could be seen gushing at the base of the cock and around the tentacle's lips. His full attention was affixed to this piece of art, when he heard a woman clear her throat.
"Ahem," the woman spoke. "Mr. Halsey."
Derek forced himself to stop staring at the painting and turned around to meet the voice. Instead he began staring in awe at the woman within the doorway. And she was indeed something to stare at.
The elderly woman standing in the doorway was very tall, probably around 6'4 with heels on. She looked to be a shade younger than 60 years old and had thick, luxurious hair that hung straight down her back, and icy blue eyes that looked both challenging and appraising at the same time. She had a small, straight nose, high cheekbones and sensuous lips painted a deep crimson red. She was full figured, but in an athletic sort of way, with large breasts and long legs. The woman radiated authority and strength, along with a cool and aloof sophistication that combined to give her the appearance of a pagan ice queen of ancient times, cold and perfect, far above the touch of mere mortals.
Her clothes only enhanced this image, and even somehow served to reinforce it further than probably intended. She was dressed in a tight split-leather black skirt that reached just below her knee, a wide belt with a large golden antique buckle bearing a burning fist holding that mysterious shaft with three tears coming off one end. Her tight, black silk under-bodice barely held in her massive chest-meat. Over her black underwear, a partially buttoned white blouse strained around her massive breasts. The fabric was stretched tight and the buttons threatened to burst, her deep cleavage looked to have been covered with droplets of dew.
"May I extended my welcome to you, Mr. Halsey," she said as she effortlessly moved into the room in her heels with the grace of a panther hunting its prey.
Her blouse sleeves were rolled up to top of her strong, muscular forearms, and a black leather collar with the words "Bitch Goddess" was tight around her neck. This outfit was complemented by her black nylon encased legs and five inch fetish heels on her feet. Her jewelry included a dainty golden watch, a silver bracelet and various rings on three fingers of each hand. Her fingers were long and dexterous looking, with long, well manicured fingernails. She was a figure of elegance and authority.
His hostess indicated with a brief hand wave that he should sit on a sofa, and Derek obeyed immediately, while she took a seat in an ornate high-backed chair across from him. She crossed her long, nylon encased legs and dangled one of her fuck-me pumps off of her foot. Derek was completely awe struck.
Derek searched desperately for something to say, but again his hostess saved him. "I understand you were referred to me by Dr. Rita Carson," she said, not making it a question.
"Uh, yes, that's right, Miss, eh..." Derek trailed off awkwardly.
A cool smile. "You may call me Auntie Candy," the ice woman said. "Now, why don't you explain to Auntie Candy the nature of your problem, my dear little man?"
Derek was uncomfortable with her use of phrase 'little man' but didn't complain. He did though tell Auntie Candy about his problem. At first it felt horribly awkward, to tell a perfect stranger, and a very beautiful woman to boot, about his inability to maintain an erection during the act of sexual intercourse, but as his story progressed, frustration replaced awkwardness, and when he was done Derek felt curiously relieved. He looked at Auntie Candy, having avoided her glance for the duration of his tale, but somewhat to his surprise he saw neither ridicule nor pity, just cool, professional interest.
Auntie Candy looked pensive for a moment. "Yes, I believe I can be of assistance in your case of erectile dysfunction," she said at last. Then she nodded to herself. "Actually, I know I can."
Derek let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "That's great," he said trying to adjust his posture in order to hide his erection. "When can you... the, uhh, treatment, eh, begin?"
"It started the moment you walked in," Auntie Candy replied as she focused her attention fully on Derek's crotch. "You do realize that what I do is in no way considered conventional sexual therapy, don't you?"
Derek nodded. "Yes, Dr. Carson implied as much." He thought back to the conversation with the renown sex ther****t, Dr. Rita Carson. His doctor had developed an almost hungry look on her face when she talked about how her professional life had been changed over a decade ago, after she came back from her one year sabbatical spent at this mansion. She told him that new avenues to cure erectile dysfunction had opened up to her a new world of treatment.
"Good," said Auntie Candy. "Now, the entire... treatment will take about a fortnight's time. During that time you will not have visitors, nor have any contact with the outside world." Derek nodded his understanding. "Furthermore, you will make sure that your employer, friends and relatives are under the impression that you are on holiday or some such thing. You don't want anyone to believe you've gone missing."
"It's already done Auntie Candy," Derek assured her. "I've taken the next three weeks off and I hinted about a vacation that I have planned to Europe, so no one will wonder."
"Excellent," said Auntie Candy. "You should also be advised that you will be under a certain amount of, shall we say, restraint while you're here. It is in neither one of our best interest to have you walk out of here before the program has been completed."
"Restraint?" Derek asked with a furled brow.
"Yes," Auntie Candy responded. "Restraint."
"I won't be harmed, will I?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice.
"Absolutely not," Auntie Candy replied firmly. "Some discipline is involved, of course, particularly in the early stages, but there will be no permanent injuries to you of any kind. I guarantee it."
"All right then," said Derek hesitantly. "About your fee..."
Auntie Candy held up a commanding hand, stopping him in his tracks. "We can discuss my fee after I'm done," she said firmly. "I operate on a, shall we say, sliding scale. You pay for results, not promises." A darkly satisfied smile flashed across those perfect crimson red lips, then vanished. "I dare say, though, that I've never had an unsatisfied client, nor one that felt I'd overcharged."
"Results, not promises," Derek repeated.
"Yes." Her face became all business again. "So, please turn in your cell phone and any other forms of communication you might have, as well as your wallet and car keys."
Derek thought for a moment. "All of them?"
"Yes, all of them. They will be placed in our vault," Auntie Candy nodded. "Are we in agreement, then?"
"Yes," Derek said as firmly as he could manage.
"Good," Auntie Candy said. "There is, however, a little formality first."
"Oh? What's that?" wondered Derek.
Auntie Candy smiled her cool smile. "The reason you are here. Your erectile dysfunction. I want you to take out your cock," she said in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone. "Now."
"Excuse me?" Derek was stunned.
"Open your pants and take out your cock," Auntie Candy said with authority in her voice. "I can see you have an erection. Just take it out and show it to me."
Flabbergasted, Derek did as he was told. His cock was rock hard in his pants, and his hands shook slightly as he struggled with his belt and button. Auntie Candy just sat there, long legs crossed, hands primly folded on her knee, watching with a look of cool professionalism.
After some fumbling, Derek got his pants open, and, pulling his shorts below his balls, he brought out his erect cock. The veined shaft was about 6 inches long and thick, with a bulbous head. A drop of pre-cum was oozing from the slit.
Auntie Candy leaned over to a small device on the side table and spoke, "Samantha, Helga, Sonia. Please come into the sitting room. Your assistance is required."
A 'Yes ma'am' was heard. A moment later, the three women that had shown him in were standing in the room while his pants were down and his hard cock was hanging out.
"Samantha, Sonia, hold him firm. Helga, stroke him," Auntie Candy ordered. Feeling as though he was having a particularly weird dream, Derek was shocked when Mistress Samantha and Mistress Sonia took him by the arms and held him tight. He struggled for a moment, but ceased when he realized they were far stronger than him.
He watched as Mistress Helga took a squirt of oil into her hands from a nearby dispenser, then stepped forward and reached out her hands. He gasped as she closed one soft, oiled hand around his balls and the other oiled hand around his shaft. She brought her face scant inches away from his and smiled, then kneeled down to do her work. Derek moaned softly as Mistress Helga began slowly pumping her fist up and down his throbbing cock shaft.
Auntie Candy just sat there, making no effort to egg him on, but instead regarded him with a clinical look. Even with Mistress Helga working his cock, Derek couldn't take his eyes from Auntie Candy's icy stare. He imagined what Auntie Candy's ass would feel like under that smooth, tight leather skirt, or how it would be to see her lips part as that perfectly sculpted face descended on his cock. Transfixed on her eyes, Derek saw an icy fire that sent a powerful jolt through him that went all the way from his eyes, though his brain and down his spine to reach his groin and traveled like lightning all the way out to the tip of his cock. It throbbed hard and twitched in Mistress Helga's hand as three tiny pearls of pre-cum poured forth.
"Now you're learning my little cum cow," Auntie Candy said in the same frosty, authoritative voice. Derek stumbled clumsily, trying to stay on his feet, while his cock was being manipulated by Mistress Helga's hand. "You're learning who is in charge of your cock, and who surrenders their cum."
Auntie Candy regarded his situation for another minute before rising herself. Derek nearly came when he saw the firm breast flesh move underneath her dress. With long, elegant fingers she picked up a glass tube standing on the coffee table next to her chair, and walked languidly over to him.
"Keep stroking," she instructed Helga in a throaty voice. She placed a hand on Derek's shoulder as she strutted around to stand behind him.
Derek could feel his balls slowly tighten and the cum starting to rise. His pants had slipped down around his ankles, but he didn't notice as Mistress Helga continued stroking his cock furiously. Then he felt Auntie Candy's body being pressed against him from behind, her huge breasts flattened against his back, and her right hand came snaking around his waist. "Let go of it, Helga. Tickle his balls. I'm going to take over. Auntie Candy is going to force this young man to cum now," she breathed her hot, sweet breath into his ear.
Helga dropped his cock as if it burned her hands, and Derek stared in rapt attention as Auntie Candy's hand slowly closed, finger after finger, around his throbbing shaft. Her hand was cool against the burning hot cock.
Derek had a sudden realization. The burning fist and shaft with tears was Auntie Candy's hand and his cock. The tears were his cum and it wasn't the hand that was burning in the symbol. It was the cock shaft burning as it was cumming!
Samantha and Sonia reaffirmed their grasp on Derek's arms as Helga began gently tickling his tightening balls. Auntie Candy started to stroke his cock, slowly at first, then faster. Her hand worked up and down his pre-cum covered cock shaft. Derek leaned his head back against her shoulder, and felt a sudden sting of pain as she bit into his earlobe.
"I own you now, Derek," Auntie Candy hissed. "Your cock, balls and cum are mine! My hand won't ever stop. It's a blur now. My hand is jacking you off. Milking you of your seed. Give me your seed Derek. Cum for Auntie Candy's hand!"
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming Auntie Candy" he panted and his back went straight. "Your hand is forcing me to cum!"
Swiftly Auntie Candy reached around him with her left hand, which was holding the glass vial she had taken from the table. Positioning the opening right in front of Derek's cock, she stopped stroking him and held his shaft horizontally, her thumb rubbing the head as her fingers squeezed rhythmically around the shaft.
"Good boy," Auntie Candy praised him as his cock throbbed uncontrollably in her erotic grasp. "Give all of your nasty cum to your Auntie Candy! Cum Derek! Cum! Your Auntie Candy's hand is going to pull and stroke all of your cum from your balls and cock! Cum Derek! Cum for Auntie Candy!"
With a loud groan Derek came, his hot sperm shooting hard from his cock and directly into the glass tube in Auntie Candy's hand. He felt his knees buckle with the intensity of his orgasm, but Samantha and Sonia tightened their grasp on his arms and Helga held him around his waist and kept him on his feet, taking his weight without apparent effort. These women was incredibly strong.
"Very good Derek," Auntie Candy cooed softly into his ear as she kept up her hands manipulation of his cock head. "You've been a good boy, spilling all that nasty seed for me. I think you might have a little more left in your balls for me."
Feeling drained and spent, Derek straightened up as Auntie Candy squeezed the last few drops from his sensitive organ into the glass tube, then just as quickly let go of his cock. He turned to look at her, and saw that she was looking at her well manicured hand, where some of his cum had dripped. Without any self-consciousness she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked the little drop of cum off her finger. Derek could only stare in amazement at this blatant display of eroticism.
Auntie Candy walked over to the table and picked up a small lid, which she screwed on the glass vial containing Derek's cum. Getting his breathing back under control, Derek felt curiosity stir. "What is that about, then?" he asked, panting hard.
"Oh, this is merely the first sample, if you like," Auntie Candy explained. "In case you should have a change of heart and masturbate, without letting me know first, I'll know exactly how much cum you are able to produce and be able to measure it after each and every load you will give to myself, and the sisterhood of the Fist over the next two weeks." There was no threat in her voice at all, merely patient explanation.
"sisterhood of the Fist?" Derek asked as sweat dripped from his forehead. "I don't think I'll be able to cum again anytime soon."
"Don't worry my dear, I have been the High Lady of the sisterhood of the Fist for many years. I know all about the male refractory period and I know exactly how much cum I should be able to draw from your balls based on your testicular size and weight." Auntie Candy held up the glass vial of cum to eye level and gazed at its pearlescent glow. "Girls, take him down to the milking gallery. We have much work to do."
His footsteps crunching on the gravel, he walked from the gate up to the impressive front door. A gargoyle head with a heavy doorknocker in its mouth leered at him from the door, but Derek also noticed a discrete modern doorbell button. Pressing it, he heard a faint chime from somewhere deep inside manor.
He waited nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and took a deep, calming breath when he heard the door being unlocked from inside. The door swung open and standing in the doorway were three very lovely women in matching leather outfits. They were much taller than his 5'8 frame. They towered over him by at least five inches. Each of the three women were dressed in an ankle-length dress of cool blue leather, accentuating their full hips and large, firm breasts, while leaving exposed both their arms and shoulders and one long nylon encased leg. They each bore a tattoo under their collarbone of a burning fist holding a shaft of some sort with three tears coming off one end.
The house staff maybe? Derek thought to himself as his jaw hung open.
Realizing that he was standing there gaping like a fool, Derek tried to get his mouth to work again. The blonde woman, however, salvaged the potentially awkward situation by speaking first. "You must be Mr. Halsey," she said, her accent one of excellent breeding and expensive boarding schools. "I am Mistress Samantha, and this is Mistress Helga and Mistress Sonia. We three serve the High Lady of the Household."
"Uh, well, yes, yes I am," Derek stuttered. "Pleased to meet you... I think? High Lady?"
The woman smiled a smile that somehow conveyed glacial coolness and warm invite at the same time. "Why don't you come inside Mr. Halsey," she offered, stepping aside. Derek stepped through the open door, resisting the urge to shake his head violently to clear it.
With the door shut and locked behind him, the woman who called herself, Mistress Samantha, gestured for Derek to follow her, then turned around and led the way deeper into the house. Mistress Helga and Mistress Sonia quietly walked beside him. The hall just inside the front door was large and spacious, with black-and-white tiles on the floor and a magnificent staircase leading up to the first floor. As they walked, Derek got a vague impression of passing through rooms with oak-paneled walls with paintings of men in various state of undress and powerful looking women standing high above them. The wall lamps were of twisted wrought iron and surrounded by dark fabric screens. The carpeted floors were plush and deep.
As much as he admired the decor, his attention was drifting back to the woman walking in front of him. The blue leather dress fit snugly over her swaying hips, leaving Derek a fantastic view of her leather-clad ass that gave him a raging hard-on. Her arms and shoulders were subtly muscled, as was the leg occasionally showing through the slit in her dress. Her skin was smooth, pale alabaster, and her naturally full hair hung nearly to the small of her back. She was wearing some sort of leather ankle boots with high heels, also blue, and the heels made hard, thumping noises with unwavering rhythm as she walked across the carpets.
They emerged in a sitting room somewhere in the back of the house, Derek estimated, the whole room decorated and furnished in a strangely erotic Victorian style that matched the façade of the house.
"Mr. Halsey, you will wait here for the High Lady of the Household," Mistress Samantha said. "Please, remain standing."
Derek watched as the three women stepped out of the room. Looking around, he marveled at the antique artwork that hung from the walls. The blatant eroticism was exquisite and quite to his taste. Nude men were depicted strapped down to wooden tables, chairs with restraints, or stakes in the ground. Above each man was a series of different, powerful women in leather outfits. The women were manipulating the man's penis in various and sundry ways... in their hand, under their foot, between mountainous breasts, with their mouths, in their pussy. One painting was disturbing in that it depicted a frightened, yet very turned on man having his hard cock encased by some sort of fleshy tentacle with a mouth on the end of it. A creamy liquid could be seen gushing at the base of the cock and around the tentacle's lips. His full attention was affixed to this piece of art, when he heard a woman clear her throat.
"Ahem," the woman spoke. "Mr. Halsey."
Derek forced himself to stop staring at the painting and turned around to meet the voice. Instead he began staring in awe at the woman within the doorway. And she was indeed something to stare at.
The elderly woman standing in the doorway was very tall, probably around 6'4 with heels on. She looked to be a shade younger than 60 years old and had thick, luxurious hair that hung straight down her back, and icy blue eyes that looked both challenging and appraising at the same time. She had a small, straight nose, high cheekbones and sensuous lips painted a deep crimson red. She was full figured, but in an athletic sort of way, with large breasts and long legs. The woman radiated authority and strength, along with a cool and aloof sophistication that combined to give her the appearance of a pagan ice queen of ancient times, cold and perfect, far above the touch of mere mortals.
Her clothes only enhanced this image, and even somehow served to reinforce it further than probably intended. She was dressed in a tight split-leather black skirt that reached just below her knee, a wide belt with a large golden antique buckle bearing a burning fist holding that mysterious shaft with three tears coming off one end. Her tight, black silk under-bodice barely held in her massive chest-meat. Over her black underwear, a partially buttoned white blouse strained around her massive breasts. The fabric was stretched tight and the buttons threatened to burst, her deep cleavage looked to have been covered with droplets of dew.
"May I extended my welcome to you, Mr. Halsey," she said as she effortlessly moved into the room in her heels with the grace of a panther hunting its prey.
Her blouse sleeves were rolled up to top of her strong, muscular forearms, and a black leather collar with the words "Bitch Goddess" was tight around her neck. This outfit was complemented by her black nylon encased legs and five inch fetish heels on her feet. Her jewelry included a dainty golden watch, a silver bracelet and various rings on three fingers of each hand. Her fingers were long and dexterous looking, with long, well manicured fingernails. She was a figure of elegance and authority.
His hostess indicated with a brief hand wave that he should sit on a sofa, and Derek obeyed immediately, while she took a seat in an ornate high-backed chair across from him. She crossed her long, nylon encased legs and dangled one of her fuck-me pumps off of her foot. Derek was completely awe struck.
Derek searched desperately for something to say, but again his hostess saved him. "I understand you were referred to me by Dr. Rita Carson," she said, not making it a question.
"Uh, yes, that's right, Miss, eh..." Derek trailed off awkwardly.
A cool smile. "You may call me Auntie Candy," the ice woman said. "Now, why don't you explain to Auntie Candy the nature of your problem, my dear little man?"
Derek was uncomfortable with her use of phrase 'little man' but didn't complain. He did though tell Auntie Candy about his problem. At first it felt horribly awkward, to tell a perfect stranger, and a very beautiful woman to boot, about his inability to maintain an erection during the act of sexual intercourse, but as his story progressed, frustration replaced awkwardness, and when he was done Derek felt curiously relieved. He looked at Auntie Candy, having avoided her glance for the duration of his tale, but somewhat to his surprise he saw neither ridicule nor pity, just cool, professional interest.
Auntie Candy looked pensive for a moment. "Yes, I believe I can be of assistance in your case of erectile dysfunction," she said at last. Then she nodded to herself. "Actually, I know I can."
Derek let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "That's great," he said trying to adjust his posture in order to hide his erection. "When can you... the, uhh, treatment, eh, begin?"
"It started the moment you walked in," Auntie Candy replied as she focused her attention fully on Derek's crotch. "You do realize that what I do is in no way considered conventional sexual therapy, don't you?"
Derek nodded. "Yes, Dr. Carson implied as much." He thought back to the conversation with the renown sex ther****t, Dr. Rita Carson. His doctor had developed an almost hungry look on her face when she talked about how her professional life had been changed over a decade ago, after she came back from her one year sabbatical spent at this mansion. She told him that new avenues to cure erectile dysfunction had opened up to her a new world of treatment.
"Good," said Auntie Candy. "Now, the entire... treatment will take about a fortnight's time. During that time you will not have visitors, nor have any contact with the outside world." Derek nodded his understanding. "Furthermore, you will make sure that your employer, friends and relatives are under the impression that you are on holiday or some such thing. You don't want anyone to believe you've gone missing."
"It's already done Auntie Candy," Derek assured her. "I've taken the next three weeks off and I hinted about a vacation that I have planned to Europe, so no one will wonder."
"Excellent," said Auntie Candy. "You should also be advised that you will be under a certain amount of, shall we say, restraint while you're here. It is in neither one of our best interest to have you walk out of here before the program has been completed."
"Restraint?" Derek asked with a furled brow.
"Yes," Auntie Candy responded. "Restraint."
"I won't be harmed, will I?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice.
"Absolutely not," Auntie Candy replied firmly. "Some discipline is involved, of course, particularly in the early stages, but there will be no permanent injuries to you of any kind. I guarantee it."
"All right then," said Derek hesitantly. "About your fee..."
Auntie Candy held up a commanding hand, stopping him in his tracks. "We can discuss my fee after I'm done," she said firmly. "I operate on a, shall we say, sliding scale. You pay for results, not promises." A darkly satisfied smile flashed across those perfect crimson red lips, then vanished. "I dare say, though, that I've never had an unsatisfied client, nor one that felt I'd overcharged."
"Results, not promises," Derek repeated.
"Yes." Her face became all business again. "So, please turn in your cell phone and any other forms of communication you might have, as well as your wallet and car keys."
Derek thought for a moment. "All of them?"
"Yes, all of them. They will be placed in our vault," Auntie Candy nodded. "Are we in agreement, then?"
"Yes," Derek said as firmly as he could manage.
"Good," Auntie Candy said. "There is, however, a little formality first."
"Oh? What's that?" wondered Derek.
Auntie Candy smiled her cool smile. "The reason you are here. Your erectile dysfunction. I want you to take out your cock," she said in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone. "Now."
"Excuse me?" Derek was stunned.
"Open your pants and take out your cock," Auntie Candy said with authority in her voice. "I can see you have an erection. Just take it out and show it to me."
Flabbergasted, Derek did as he was told. His cock was rock hard in his pants, and his hands shook slightly as he struggled with his belt and button. Auntie Candy just sat there, long legs crossed, hands primly folded on her knee, watching with a look of cool professionalism.
After some fumbling, Derek got his pants open, and, pulling his shorts below his balls, he brought out his erect cock. The veined shaft was about 6 inches long and thick, with a bulbous head. A drop of pre-cum was oozing from the slit.
Auntie Candy leaned over to a small device on the side table and spoke, "Samantha, Helga, Sonia. Please come into the sitting room. Your assistance is required."
A 'Yes ma'am' was heard. A moment later, the three women that had shown him in were standing in the room while his pants were down and his hard cock was hanging out.
"Samantha, Sonia, hold him firm. Helga, stroke him," Auntie Candy ordered. Feeling as though he was having a particularly weird dream, Derek was shocked when Mistress Samantha and Mistress Sonia took him by the arms and held him tight. He struggled for a moment, but ceased when he realized they were far stronger than him.
He watched as Mistress Helga took a squirt of oil into her hands from a nearby dispenser, then stepped forward and reached out her hands. He gasped as she closed one soft, oiled hand around his balls and the other oiled hand around his shaft. She brought her face scant inches away from his and smiled, then kneeled down to do her work. Derek moaned softly as Mistress Helga began slowly pumping her fist up and down his throbbing cock shaft.
Auntie Candy just sat there, making no effort to egg him on, but instead regarded him with a clinical look. Even with Mistress Helga working his cock, Derek couldn't take his eyes from Auntie Candy's icy stare. He imagined what Auntie Candy's ass would feel like under that smooth, tight leather skirt, or how it would be to see her lips part as that perfectly sculpted face descended on his cock. Transfixed on her eyes, Derek saw an icy fire that sent a powerful jolt through him that went all the way from his eyes, though his brain and down his spine to reach his groin and traveled like lightning all the way out to the tip of his cock. It throbbed hard and twitched in Mistress Helga's hand as three tiny pearls of pre-cum poured forth.
"Now you're learning my little cum cow," Auntie Candy said in the same frosty, authoritative voice. Derek stumbled clumsily, trying to stay on his feet, while his cock was being manipulated by Mistress Helga's hand. "You're learning who is in charge of your cock, and who surrenders their cum."
Auntie Candy regarded his situation for another minute before rising herself. Derek nearly came when he saw the firm breast flesh move underneath her dress. With long, elegant fingers she picked up a glass tube standing on the coffee table next to her chair, and walked languidly over to him.
"Keep stroking," she instructed Helga in a throaty voice. She placed a hand on Derek's shoulder as she strutted around to stand behind him.
Derek could feel his balls slowly tighten and the cum starting to rise. His pants had slipped down around his ankles, but he didn't notice as Mistress Helga continued stroking his cock furiously. Then he felt Auntie Candy's body being pressed against him from behind, her huge breasts flattened against his back, and her right hand came snaking around his waist. "Let go of it, Helga. Tickle his balls. I'm going to take over. Auntie Candy is going to force this young man to cum now," she breathed her hot, sweet breath into his ear.
Helga dropped his cock as if it burned her hands, and Derek stared in rapt attention as Auntie Candy's hand slowly closed, finger after finger, around his throbbing shaft. Her hand was cool against the burning hot cock.
Derek had a sudden realization. The burning fist and shaft with tears was Auntie Candy's hand and his cock. The tears were his cum and it wasn't the hand that was burning in the symbol. It was the cock shaft burning as it was cumming!
Samantha and Sonia reaffirmed their grasp on Derek's arms as Helga began gently tickling his tightening balls. Auntie Candy started to stroke his cock, slowly at first, then faster. Her hand worked up and down his pre-cum covered cock shaft. Derek leaned his head back against her shoulder, and felt a sudden sting of pain as she bit into his earlobe.
"I own you now, Derek," Auntie Candy hissed. "Your cock, balls and cum are mine! My hand won't ever stop. It's a blur now. My hand is jacking you off. Milking you of your seed. Give me your seed Derek. Cum for Auntie Candy's hand!"
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming Auntie Candy" he panted and his back went straight. "Your hand is forcing me to cum!"
Swiftly Auntie Candy reached around him with her left hand, which was holding the glass vial she had taken from the table. Positioning the opening right in front of Derek's cock, she stopped stroking him and held his shaft horizontally, her thumb rubbing the head as her fingers squeezed rhythmically around the shaft.
"Good boy," Auntie Candy praised him as his cock throbbed uncontrollably in her erotic grasp. "Give all of your nasty cum to your Auntie Candy! Cum Derek! Cum! Your Auntie Candy's hand is going to pull and stroke all of your cum from your balls and cock! Cum Derek! Cum for Auntie Candy!"
With a loud groan Derek came, his hot sperm shooting hard from his cock and directly into the glass tube in Auntie Candy's hand. He felt his knees buckle with the intensity of his orgasm, but Samantha and Sonia tightened their grasp on his arms and Helga held him around his waist and kept him on his feet, taking his weight without apparent effort. These women was incredibly strong.
"Very good Derek," Auntie Candy cooed softly into his ear as she kept up her hands manipulation of his cock head. "You've been a good boy, spilling all that nasty seed for me. I think you might have a little more left in your balls for me."
Feeling drained and spent, Derek straightened up as Auntie Candy squeezed the last few drops from his sensitive organ into the glass tube, then just as quickly let go of his cock. He turned to look at her, and saw that she was looking at her well manicured hand, where some of his cum had dripped. Without any self-consciousness she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked the little drop of cum off her finger. Derek could only stare in amazement at this blatant display of eroticism.
Auntie Candy walked over to the table and picked up a small lid, which she screwed on the glass vial containing Derek's cum. Getting his breathing back under control, Derek felt curiosity stir. "What is that about, then?" he asked, panting hard.
"Oh, this is merely the first sample, if you like," Auntie Candy explained. "In case you should have a change of heart and masturbate, without letting me know first, I'll know exactly how much cum you are able to produce and be able to measure it after each and every load you will give to myself, and the sisterhood of the Fist over the next two weeks." There was no threat in her voice at all, merely patient explanation.
"sisterhood of the Fist?" Derek asked as sweat dripped from his forehead. "I don't think I'll be able to cum again anytime soon."
"Don't worry my dear, I have been the High Lady of the sisterhood of the Fist for many years. I know all about the male refractory period and I know exactly how much cum I should be able to draw from your balls based on your testicular size and weight." Auntie Candy held up the glass vial of cum to eye level and gazed at its pearlescent glow. "Girls, take him down to the milking gallery. We have much work to do."
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