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Aunt Helga
I am standing in front of the mirror and observe my naked body. Well, it
is not completely naked, because Aunt Helga forces me into a chastity
device. This metal thingy tightly encloses my penis. Usually I do not
even recognize that device but in the morning, it sometimes hurts a lot.
One reason for that is my morning stiffness and the other is that Aunt
Helga milks her three maids every morning.
The excitement lets my cock grow and presses it into the chastity
device. The metal wires are strong enough to keep it but I suffer from
horniness.
So, after showering and shaving I check my body. I have removed my body
hair as much as possible. Aunt Helga loves hairless maid boys.
Unfortunately, I need to shave here and there. This is why I use my
mirror to find out if one single hair has survived my procedures.
Additionally, I use a smaller mirror and check the slit between my legs
behind my penis. Afterwards I turn around and use the combination of the
two mirrors to check if there is still a hair growing from my bottom or
back.
No, it appears to me that I am totally blank. At least I hope so because
Aunt Helga is quite dainty. She checks intensively if her maids comply
with her requests. I think I can still feel the fire in my bottom from
the spanking she gave me some days ago with her hand.
Another look into the hand mirror under my axles. I am content with them
as well. I use a pleasantly smelly ointment to tender my skin. Since I
use it on a daily basis, my skin became much softer than before. I
finish my body preparation with sprays of deodorant under my axles and
between my legs, which smells similar as the ointment. Im am ready to
dress me up.
A quick look at the clock tells me that I should rush a bit. Something
Aunt Helga hates a lot is when her maids are tardy. I sometimes received
a spanking for that as well.
At first I fetch a shiny black suspender belt. Then I select a new pair
of black, quite dense nylon stockings. I pull them very carefully over
my thumbs, then over my feet. It's good to have worked on both my finger
and my toe nails before, I think. Nevertheless, I feel the fine fabric
on very little uneven spot in my skin.
I pull the stockings up over my shaven legs and connect them to my
suspender belt. Again I use the mirror to check their perfect fitting.
The bra is made of shiny black satin as well and is equipped with a
specialty for maids: The baskets are filled with silicon breasts whose
other sides have been fittet to my male breasts. Wearing this bra
provides me with apparent breasts of a nice size. I check the position
of the bra in front of the mirror and weight my tits in my hands. I
would really love to have real female breasts when I stand in front of
Aunt Helga. These silicon tools only make me half the girl I want to be.
Black satin harem pants follow, which are longing halfway down my
thighs. But I cannot pull them up as my cock already loses a drop of
semen. I need to clean it because Aunt Helga does to like to see horney
maids unless she has explicitly allowed it.
I rush back into the bathroom to clean my chastity device and the cock
head and rush back into my dressing room. The pants are made up of satin
as most of my clothes. That is a wonderful fabric. The feeling of it
makes me hard sometimes - or expressed in other words: I would love to
get hard if there would not be that cage around my cock.
The pants are equipped with a rubber band around the midriff and the
legs. All three have white lace ruffles, which look very nice.
The final underwear part is a shiny black slip, which is approximately
as long as the legs of the pants.
Aunt Helga has selected a mavelous black maid dress for me. I step into
it very carefully. The skirt has a step, which covers my knees. The
upper part has a round cutout with puffed short sleeves. Neckline and
sleeves end with white lace ruffles.
It is a bit complicated to close the zipper in the back. At least, the
dress has a zipper. One of my other maid dresses must be closed with
buttons, hidden by fabric. Dressing in that dress is really a pain.
Part of the dress is a shiny white satin apron. I position it in my back
at first for being able to close the bow in front of me. I open the know
twice because I am not content with how it looks like. Then I move the
bow into my back and the apron in front.
After a quick look at the clock I check my appearance in the mirror. I
look amazing, I think. My cock thinks that as well and wants to stiffen
again. I can't await that Aunt Helga will milk it soon.
My outfit is not perfect yet. I grap white lace cuffs for my ankles and
my wrists, which are surrounded by black satin bows. These cuffs are
made of rubber bands, which allow to shift them over my feet and hands
and they stay in place. A place a similar cuff around my neck and close
it in the back with two hooks similar to a bra. The bow in front of it
hangs down over my little neckline.
Another time to check my clothing. I am looking so hot that my penis
starts to hurt because it is captured within its cage and connot get
out.
After stepping into shiny black leather pumps I sit down at my make up
table. I am used to paint my face and to color my lips red. I have
trained that for a long time, because it is my intention to look very
nice. I am very proud of Aunt Helga's praise when she notifies that.
I use a brush on my shoulder length reddish brown hair. There were times
when I needed to wear a wig in order to show female hair. Aunt Helga
told me to let my own hair grow and sent a hair stylist to look after it
once a week.
As icing on the cake I set up a little white lace bonnet onto my hair.
Now my dressing is done. I finally check my appearance in the mirror. I
turn around and let my skirt fly. I love it when the fabrics rustle. I
would love to masturbate to my appearance of a maid. Not only touching
the fine fabrics makes me hot but also my look in the mirror.
My alarm rings. Five minutes left until line up in front of Aunt Helga.
I need to hurry. Soon it is time, I think, when leaving my room. I
quickly walk towards Aunt Helga's room.
I love the shiny black shoes, which make a clacking noise on the wooden
floor in this noble old house. My maid dress rustles while walking.
Maid Melody leaves her room as well and we walk together.
"You look amazing," she says and observes me from head to toe.
"Your dress is hot as well," I reply and feel increasing hotness in my
body. I hope that Aunt Helga does not have anything to complain about
today before she releases us from our maiden milk.
Melody wears a shiny pink satin dress, which made similar to mine. The
round neckline is filled with white chiffon and she wears a white pettie
coat underneath the dress. She only wears a satin belt around her
midriff and no apron. For me an apron is a must for a maid dress.
She wears light nylon stockings and white socks in her girly pumps.
Melody is a bit older than me but she is very good in hiding this under
her make up. Her lips are brightly red and look wet. Her curvy red brown
hair reaches down to the shoulders. She wears silver ear rings.
"I can hardly wait for Aunt Helga to release us," she says. "My clit is
so hot as if she would explode right now."
"Mine as well. I fear I will wet my pants again, and I will displease
Aunt Helga."
While quietly talking we walk into Aunt Helga's room and wait. We are
still alone. Desiree, Aunt Helga's third maid, is still missing. We walk
into our places that we always tak during reporting. We are standing at
about one meter distance, Melody stands at my left, and Desiree will
stand at Melody's left side. Aunt Helga will stand across Melody and
will order our work of today after having milked us.
The door opens again, but instead of Desiree, Aunt Helga enters the
room. Poor Desiree, I think, why can't she be on time?
These seem to be Aunt Helga's thoughts as well.
"Where is Desiree again? This little bitch is late far too often. Her
education will obviously not be finished shortly."
Aunt Helga wears long, dark brown, smooth hair with a parting on the
left. She has brown eyes. Her hips are quite wide but she is very
slender. Her breasts are not very spectacular but in contrast to the
breasts of her maids real.
She wears a champagne colored shiny shirt blouse made of suede satin. It
has a pointed collar and cuffs with two buttons. Additionally she wears
an ankle-length black skirt and black bootees with high heels.
The bootees are very pointy and I think it would hurt dramatically when
she would use them to kick me between the legs. At least today her quite
tight skirt would prevent this.
Aunt Helga steps in front of us and checks our outfits. She puts her
hands into her hips and observes Melody first and then me from head to
toe. Her brown eyes look very tough. She has authority and she does not
accept any opposition.
She stares at me and I cannot reply her look.
"Coward, what have you done?" she asks quiet and threatening.
"Nothing," I dare to answer.
"I do not believe that. You are spineless and avoid my look. Tell me!"
she argues.
Fortunately, there is a knock on the door and Desiree steps in. She
teeters on her very high heels towards us and can hardly walk safely.
"I am sorry to be late. On my way I have twisted my ankle three times
and fell down twice," she mocks.
Desiree wears a very short shiny purple maid dress with a high collar
and to high starting sleeves. The sleeves end with a rubber band and
black laced ruffles. Such a ruffle ends the very short skirt as well.
Her suspenders can be seen underneath the skirt. She has very slender
legs covered in white nylon stockings. She wears a wide black leather
belt around her midriff.
It is obvious that she wears a whitish blonde wig. Atop there is a
purple bonnet with black lace.
She isn't very long in Aunt Helga's service yet. She is still acting a
lot like a male. She moves like a male, wears bad make-up and does not
have a view for details.
She stumbles again as she tries to move to her place with far too big
steps. I think, no female would try to walk like that with these shoes.
Aunt Helga steps in front of her with rustling skirt.
"Have I asked you in?" she asks and looks at her angry.
"Excuse me plaease. I wanted to be on-time..."
"I have asked you a question and you whine. So?"
"No, Aunt Helga," she answers and bends down her eyes.
"You know that you need to be punished for this behavior?"
"Yes," answers the purple maid quietly.
"What?" Aunt Helga barks.
"Yes, Aunt Helga," she answers and tries a curtsy. She grasps the black
lace ruffle in the front of her dress und pulls it up.
"On your knees!" commands Aunt Helga in her champagne colored shirt
blouse.
Desiree obeys awkwardly. She grasps again her skirt, but it is not long
enough as it would be required to pull it up for getting on her knees.
"And now, you kiss my boots!" Aunt Helga commands and points to her
right foot.
Desiree replies, "Yes, Aunt Helga," and bows down. Sie pushes her bum up
and starts to lick the shiny black lether. Her underarms are lying on
the floor.
I watch that scene. Aunt Helga looks amazing in her blouse and skirt.
She is the symbol of a dominating woman. Melody on my side in her shiny
pink dress makes me really hot. I would love to touch her. Of course, it
is disturbing for me that Melody is a maid like me. If she would be a
woman, nothing would stop me from playing with her - except the chastity
device...
Instead I play with me a bit through may dress. My penis hurts because
of my horniness. I can feel the metal cage through my pants, dress and
apron. The satin fabric makes me so hot that I believe I can smell my
semen again. This is how much touching my dress arouses me.
"The other boot as well." Aunt Helga's words interrupt my thoughts. She
moves her weight to the other leg and provides her left foot to Desiree.
The purple maid starts to lick it instantly. She moves her bottom a bit
like Aunt Helga once ordered me as well, when I was ordered to lick her
boots.
While Desiree is engaged I covertly look at Melody and imagine how it
would be to stroke over her dress as well. Melody smiles at me and licks
her glossy lips. If she would be a woman, I think and close my eyes in
hotness. But the chastity cage would prevent me from fucking her. But
touching her would be nice. At least, the three of us a almost females.
My horniness makes me a bit dizzy.
"Stand up," commands Aunt Helga Desiree.
The whitish blonde maid jumps up like a guy and almost loses her balance
again. Her wig shifts to the side. She gains her balance, pulls her
purple satin dress smooth and stands in the row again.
Aunt Helga corrects her wig and says, "We will train an extra hour after
our session here. You are far away from a good maid that I cannot let
you do maid stuff."
The dark haired lady steps directly in front of Desire and checks her.
"Not only your wig is deranged. Your bonnet is wrongly mounted. Your
make up is not even worth a cheap prostiture, who wants to get finished
in no time for the next client. You are badly shaven - we will need to
apply hair removal ointment."
Aunt Helga walks over to Melody and analizes her face. She move her head
from left to right and does not find any flaw. She looks to the right to
Desiree and remarks, "Use Melody as an example. She is perfectly
prepared." She says to Melody, "When her extra training is finished, it
is your task to show her how to prepare as a woman."
Melody grasps her shiny pink skirt at the left and at the right, pulls
it up a bit and curtsies. "I will do so, Aunt Helga," she says and bows
her head.
Aunt Helga steps in front of me now. I am hit again by her piercing
look. And again I bow down my eyes. I cannot stand her look.
I smell her fine perfume. She is standing that close to me that I could
touch her. I want to stroke her shiny suede satin blouse. Inspite of the
fear that she could detect a flaw on me I am so hot that my breath
becomes deeper than normal.
Aunt Helga inspects my shaving and my make up. She is content but she
remarks, "You have done something wrong. And I will find out."
She steps back a bit and orders, "Present your butts."
At last it is going on, I think. I bow down and gather my black satin
skirt with the step. Under the skirt I grasp my harem pants and move
them down to my feet over my nylons. Then I bow down deeper, gather my
maid dress and move it up over my bottom. I also move the white bow of
my apron away from my naked skin. Finally I grab my bottom cheeks and
pull them outwards.
On my side, Desiree and Melody have pushed up their dresses and pushed
her butt cheeks ourwards as well. All three of us look down to the floor
and wait for Aunt Helga to continue with her inspection.
She finally walks over to Desiree with her clacking shoes and checks her
butt. She detects another flow. "You are not shaven as well over there.
I think I have spend too much money for such a maid."
Then Aunt Helga walks over to Melody. Finally she is standing behind me.
Why does she need that long for me when she got done that fast with
Melody I think.
After a virtual eternity she steps again in front of us. No-one dares to
move before Aunt Helga gives respective orders. At last, she commands,
"Present you little cocks!"
I skillfully throw my black maid dress over my bottom. Our dresses
rustle and I become hornier and hornier. Aunt Helga is standing in front
of us, her hands in her hips. What a lady, I think.
Now I gather skirt and apron in front of me and I uncover my caged
manhood. The cool air cannot reduce my hotness. I touch the cage and
feel the wetness of my penis. Aunt Helga must be able to smell my semen
as well. But doesn't Melody smell as well?
Now of alltimes Aunt Helga starts her inspection with me. She does not
allow any second to remove the drops of precum by touching the cage with
my black dress.
She bows down and places her hands over her knees in order to inspect me
in detail.
"Do not dare one glimps into my blouse!" she warns me.
I look straigt ahead because with bent down eyes my eyes would
definitely target nothing else than her blouse.
"You are a horney goat," she says as she sees the drop of precum. It
drops as a very long drop down from my cage to the floor. "Why are male
maids so randy?"
She is content and walks over to Melody. I look at her and watch while
she inspects the maid wearing the pink satin dress. Unfortunately I
cannot recognize Melodies front because it is hidden behind her while
lace pettie coat and her pink satin skirt. The lady wearing the ankle-
length black skirt and the champagne colored blouse is content with her
as well.
In contrast again to Desiree. The purple dress maid is standing with
legs wide as her panties allow. Aunt Helga does not bow down. Even from
my position I can see that Desiree has never shaved herself down there
before. She has cuts at a number of places and has forgotten to shave
many hairs.
"That looks terribly bad. You will need a lot of training to reach the
quality of your sisters," Aunt Helga tells her.
"Yes, Aunt Helga," she nods.
"I will not milk you today," she says and steps over to Melody.
"Please, Aunt Helga, milk me," she pleads.
"You dare to put my decision into question?" Aunt Helga barks back.
"Please! I do not do that on purpose," she answers quietly. "I am still
a beginner..."
Aunt Helga replies comparably quiet but with an ice-cold tone, "You do
not deserve to be milked. You came too late, you are badly shaven, you
move like a guy and do not behave like a maid. I will milk you as soon
as I can see any progress."
"But...," Desiree dares to say.
"You can be happy that I do not spank your bottom because of your flaws.
With every word you say from now on, I will add 10 strokes on your naked
butt."
Desiree has already opened her mouth, but the word gets stuck in her
throat. She bows her head and lets her skirt fall down. Aunt Helga, who
has already stepped over to Melody, steps back to her and slaps her face
twice heavily.
"Did I allow you to cover you?" she cries. "Up! Move the dress up! I
want you to show your cock!"
Desiree looks at her and gathers her short dress again. Her caged penis
appears again. But she does not present it very properly.
"Do you believe that 20 strokes on your naked butt will be suffient to
start with?" Aunt Helga now asks with a husky voice. "It seems that I
will have to beat the rules into your dumb ass! For every flaw I will
find today, I will double the number of strokes!"
"Yes, Aunt Helga," she replies quietly and bends down her head.
I think her eyes are wet.
Aunt Helga steps over to Melody and works on her chastity cage. Then he
holds it and places it onto a chair behind her.
Brown haired Melody wearing the pink satin dress courtsies and thanks
her like a good girl. Aunt Helga grasps her cock and starts to stroke
it.
"You are also quiet hot already," she says and looks over to me.
I must have looked so desperate that she says, "Come over to have a
better view."
She looks at Melody again. I step closer with very small steps due to
the black harem pants around my ankles. Melody has closed her eyes and
moans smoothly. Aunt Helga, the lady in the shiny bluse, has grasped her
cock shaft with the right hand and plays with her balls with her left
hand. Melody has a much longer penis than me, I think. That one looks
very hot.
While Aunt Helga milks the cock, I become hotter and hotter. I breath
deeper than normal. Again and again, Aunt Helga's arms touch Melody's
satin dress and slip. The fabrics rustle. I stare at Melody's dress and
Aunt Helga, who is working on her. I hardly feel the pain in my cock
that wants to escape from its cage. But I become that randy that I
ejaculate inspite of the metal cage around my penis. I let it all out
and moan loudly.
Melody almost explodes at the same time and ejaculate into Aunt Helga's
hand. Sie looks at me with disgusted face but continues to wank Melody.
"I can't believe it..." she says. "Have I allowed you to come?"
"No, Aunt Helga," I reply and bend my head. I still gather up my black
satin maid dress. Almost all semen has fallen down to the floor through
the metal cage.
The brown haired lady wearing the ankle-length black skirt and the shiny
blouse raises her hands in front of Melody and lets her lick her on
sperm. She cleans her hands like a dogs does with his bowl.
"Today is not your day," she says. "Only Melody has accomplished her
duties. You do not believe that I milk you again after you did it
already by yourself?"
"No, Aunt Helga. I am sorry for that," I stammer.
"Down to your knees! Lick all up! Do not leave any traces of your semen
on the floor!"
I nod and gather my skirt until I kneel on ground. Then I bend forward
and start to lick my sperm from ground. It tastes horribly, I think. But
secretly I think that it was worth it.
I lick as long until Aunt Helga stops me.
"Up with you. And all of you, get dressed!"
I stand up and pull up my harem pants again. I twitch as long on my
black maid dress until is fits perfectly again.
"Desiree, you walk into the training room. Melody, you will wait in your
room until I call you. Lola, you stand here and wait until I am finished
with Desiree. Is it clear for you that you will receive an adequate
punishment f?r your misbehavior?"
"Yes, Aunt Helga," I reply submissively.
"What do you think does adequate mean?"
"10 strokes on my naked butt?"
"Ten?" cries Aunt Helga loudly.
I nod quietly. I think that ten strokes should be okay compared to
twenty for Desiree because she was too late and she was not prepared
very well. Ten should do for unauthorized jerking."
"Twice as many!" barks Aunt Helga. "And now, away with you two."
Melody in her shiny pink satin dress walks to the door like a lady.
Desiree follows her with unsecure steps. Finally, Aunt Helga leaves the
room behind her and shakes her head. I stay in the room and enjoy the
thought of being spanked by Aunt Helga as soon as she comes back.
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