of her! I knew at once that it was misdemeaning of me and that she would despise me for it.

'So you are unable to control yourself once you get your clothes off,' she observed. 'Well perhaps I am not surprised. Come over here.'

She pointed to a spot a foot or so away from where she was standing and as soon as I walked over and stood there she took hold of my penis and held it in her hand, almost as if she were weighing it.

'We shall have to deal with this,' she said. 'I can't have you marauding through the house with such inelegant and aggressively masculine ideas and feelings. So you had now better lie on the bed and bring yourself to a conclusion.'

There was an air of triumph in her voice as she spoke, and I knew at once that she wanted to humiliate me. I was to lie on her bed and masturbate in front of her as punishment for being unable to control myself!

I protested, the first time I put up any real resistance against her dominance. 'But Aunt Maria...!!

'Do as I say,' she ordered me sharply. She stood threateningly over me and then pushed me onto the bed where I fell onto my back.

Then followed one of the most embarrassing ten minutes of my life for I proceeded to get hold of my slackening penis, bring it to full erection, and then masturbate. It took me much

longer than it would normally have done simply because I had been ordered to perform in front of her and because she kept her eyes fixmly fixed on me throughout.

When I came she dismissed me.

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'Dress and come here tomorrow morning, said. 'I shall want you to submit to the girls' demands."

I dressed and left her, completely humiliated and hardly daring to look at her. I felt that I had never suffered such a humiliation in my life and I was in two minds whether to go to my room, pack and leave the house at once.

Something

despite my degrading experience kept me there, however. I was interested in the girls and what they were going to make me submit to. Above all, and despite everything, I was still interested in and intrigued by my aunt. I felt that our 'relationship' was by no means at an end and that something extraordinary, some thing that would satisfy my own longings, would come from it sooner or later.

Or was I just deceiving myself?