Elsa

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Summary

Elsa, an 11-year-old Swedish exchange student moves in with the Browns, her American hosts. There’s Papa Brown, Mama Brown, George Brown (16) and her American classmate, Melissa (11). Elsa catches George in an act of onanism and uses the information to teach Melissa some Swedish terms she never thought she’d have a need to use.

Author’s Note: I do not speak Swedish. These are translations used in this story are provided by the Google Translator. I know from my limited knowledge of other languages that things do not always translate directly especially idioms and colloquial terms. So if you do speak Swedish and you find something out of sorts, tell me, and I would be glad to correct it.

Coming to America

My name is Elsa. I’m 11 years old. I am from Sollentuna, Sweden, about 15 kilometers from Stockholm. I came to the United States on August 1^st to a place called Asheville in the state of North Carolina as an exchange student.

It was a long trip first to Heathrow in London then JFK in New York City and then to Charlotte also in North Carolina. It was there that I was picked up by the Brown family with whom I would be spending the rest of the school year.

There is Mr. Brown, his first name is Irwin; Mrs. Brown, her name is Claire, George who is 16 and Melissa who is my age. Melissa and I have been exchanging texts and emails for months and I got to know her well.

I was impressed by their car. It was so huge! We could have fit several more passengers in it. As we drove out of the city, I tried to do the math on petrol prices. Converting dollars to krona and then gallons to litres. Maths is my favorite subject and I eventually worked it out and it was almost one fifth the price as in Sweden!

America is such a funny country with its antique measuring units. Back home I got an American ruler and tape measure to get an idea of what feet and inches were like. Back home my room was 11 feet 5 and a half inches long and wide. That’s an even 3.5 metres and I have to deal with just one number (the metre and not feet AND inches) and decimals are a lot easier to work with than fractions.

I’m 1.45 metres tall – that’s 4 feet 9 inches and 37 kilograms or 82 pounds.

I was also impressed on how big America was it took a couple of hours to go only centimetres … make that inches on the map!

I also expected America to be all city. It certainly looked that way flying into and out of New York. From the ground, Charlotte seems to be a big city, but we did not have to travel too long to get to the countryside and even mountains. With its mountains and trees, Ashville looks a lot like Sweden.

Melissa and I spend a lot of time chatting in the car.

“Your English is very good,” she said to me.

“We learn it in school. Also, I practice. I listen to the BBC and my friends and I belong to an English club at school where only English is spoken.”

“How big is the club?”

“There are a dozen girls in it.”

“Girls? No boys?”

“For some reason boys find it boring. It’s like the book club. That is only girls too.”

Mrs. Brown interrupted, “That’s not surprising. It’s all I can do to get George to read his assignments. Melissa loves to read.

Well, that explains your slight British accent then. I think it’s kind of cute. I think the boys here are going to like it.”

Mrs. Brown mentioned a topic that I found fascinating: American boys. What were they like?

I spent the rest of the trip talking with Melissa about school. She told me that I would be in her homeroom, but might have different classes than she does.

George had hardly anything to say for the entire trip. ”Papa Brown” was busy driving and “Mama Brown” and us girls were engaged in “Tjejsnack” which is a special word in Swedish for “Girl Talk.”

We arrived at the Brown’s house. It was very nice and I was surprised that I even got my own room! I was expecting to “bunk in” (a funny expression I picked up in my English club) with Melissa. I had to share a room with my younger sister at home. I even had my own laptop computer to do schoolwork!

The three of us kids were upstairs with a bathroom of our own while their mom and dad had a master suite downstairs.

We had pizza for dinner. It was a rare treat for me, but Melissa tells me that they have it all the time. It was different than the pizza we had at home, but it was good. I’ve since learned that there is big discussion in the United States on which city has the best pizza. Sollentuna would not compete well.

I struggled to stay awake until about 9 PM – at least Americans use the same time system as the rest of the world. This was made worse by the fact that, at this time of year, the sun set about an hour earlier than at home.

-=o=-

I got up late, partly because the sun also rises about an hour late here. I think I’ll appreciate the extra light when winter comes.

Today was going to be a special day. I packed as much as I could and carried on as much as I could, but there was no way I was going to survive a whole school year with just the clothes that I could take with me. So, Mama Brown (as we agreed I should call her – it was a good mix of respect and familiarity), Mellissa and I were going to go clothes shopping! My parents sent me with a prepaid credit card so I could pay my way at least through the first month or so. Then they planned to refill the card as needed.

I was impressed by the number of stores and the price of the clothes. Things are so cheap in America! I got jeans, slacks, shorts, skirts, tops and shoes. At home, I would have to debate over whether to get a pair of Converse or Vans. There was no debate here. I could afford a pair of each! Also, there was no problem with the color. If I couldn’t find the color I wanted, there was always another shoe store close by that I could go to.

I always wondered why American girls were always so fashionably dressed. Now I know, they can afford the clothes!

Melissa took me over to her friends’ houses and introduced me. I wondered about American girls. I found out that they are much the same as us European girls. We like clothes, we like music, we like to go to the cinema, we talk about school, and then, of course, boys.

I was even invited to what we call a “pajamasparty” – the word is the same in both Swedish and English - at one of Melissa’s friend’s house. I got to know many of the girls who would be my classmates at the party.

-=o=-

August passed by quickly and the next thing I know I am dressing for my first day of school. Melissia was very excited about starting a new year and so was I. We both selected out best outfits to begin the year. Some things are universal: a girl simply must look her best on the first day of school.

I settled into my classes with little difficulty. I also settled into the routine at the Brown’s house.

Sunday was always church. I was a member of the Church of Sweden. The Browns were Episcopalian. There really wasn’t a lot of difference. I received communion with them and was very comfortable at the services. They even had women as priests as we do.

The week was very predictable: school from 8:30 to 2:45, except on Tuesdays and Thursday when Melissa and I had soccer practice – she’s really good: for an American, but then American *women* soccer players are much better than their men. We had dinner at 6 PM bed at 10 PM. On Thursdays, Papa Brown and Mama Brown went out to dinner on what they call “date night” even though they had been married for almost 20 years. I thought that it was romantic.

That left us kids in the house to be looked over by George.

George wasn’t so much a baby sitter as a “safety observer.” Mama Brown explained it, “You girls are quite mature, and I am sure that you can take care of yourselves. However, there is safety in numbers. George is old enough to drive and if he has to take you to the hospital, he can. Also, he is the eldest, and should be able to make good decisions if he has to.”

George wasn’t too bad as a boy. I have an older brother and he teases me the same way George teases Melissa and she gives back as good as she gets just like me and my brother. It’s a funny way to show our love for each other. George was even getting comfortable teasing me so Melissa and I would “double team” him on teasing him back. I am learning a lot of new American idioms.

George was very lax as a babysitter. He didn’t boss us around and let Melissa and me do what we wanted to do. About the only complaint I had about him had to do with dinner. Melissa and I had to prepare it and clean up afterwards. He never helped out. But it was OK because otherwise he left Melissa and me to “do our own thing.” There I go again with those American idioms.

Catching George

Everything was normal until one Thursday night about three weeks into the school year. Melissa and I were downstairs watching our favorite program while George was upstairs, playing his video games. I sometimes played with him. Even he admitted that I was pretty good “for a girl.”

Except at dinner, we never saw each other on Thursday nights. George was in his “man cave” playing his games and Melissa and I would never miss a single episode of our favorite program. With the adult Browns gone, we got to watch it on the big TV downstairs. I couldn’t believe that every room (except the bathrooms) had a TV!

On this particular night, a commercial came on and Melissa and I had a biological urge at the same time. She got to use the bathroom downstairs while I made my way to the upstairs bathroom.

I heard some unusual noises coming from George’s room. I wondered what kind of game he could be playing. So I opened his door and looked in. What I saw was a man and woman on his computer screen. The woman was dressed in a business outfit and spanking the naked man.

This did not shock me. We are pretty open about sex in Sweden. Every girl and boy knows what the opposite sex looks like before starting school even. We have a good idea about sex between women and men.

Some of my friends’ families were practicing nudists. My family wasn’t, but we were not prudes either. I’ve seen my father and mother and brother and sisters naked from time to time. We lived in the same house and if it happened getting ready for the bath or school or work, it happened and nobody made a big deal about it.

I found out that it was not this way in America. I was even warned to be “dressed appropriately” at all times even in the house. Americans have issues with nudity. I don’t understand it. Everybody has a body. Some are girl bodies and some are boy bodies. That’s all there is to it. But Americans think that nudity is bad and seeing a naked person of the opposite sex is erotic.

It’s not that way in Sweden. There is nothing wrong with men’s bodies or women’s bodies. They are God’s creation and they are beautiful. What men and women *do* with their bodies can be very erotic, but simple nudity is not an issue in Sweden.

Not only was George looking at this pornography, he was doing something about it. He had his pants pulled down and he was masturbating.

I know about male masturbation. I was told that it is natural. Every boy does it. Like sex, boys are discrete about it, but it doesn’t carry the same stigma that it does in America. My sisters and I help mom with the laundry; we’ve seen evidence that my brother does it, but I’ve never actually seen a boy do it until now.

George was in shock. “What are you doing here? Get out!”

“Calm down, George. It’s OK.”

He fumbled around and tried to pull up his pants.

“You don’t have to do that for me,” I explained. “I know what boys and men look like. I know what you were doing.”

“You’re not going to tell my mom and dad, are you?”

“Not unless you want me to,” I laughed. “I’m OK with what you were doing. It is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact I find it interesting. Would you be willing to show me?”

“You want to watch?”

“Of course. I think Melissa would like to see it too.”

“But she’s my sister!”

“All the more reason. Family members should be comfortable with each other.”

I think I must have had him in shock. He even stopped trying to pull up his pants. I was having a conversation with a boy who was exposed to me.

“Think of it,” I went on. “You obviously like doing it, but for some silly reason you feel guilty about doing it. So you have to wait until everyone is gone to do it. Now that it is out in the open, you don’t have to hide it. You can do it even if we girls are around.”

“Are you some sort of pervert?”

“Are you?” I replied, pointing at the screen. “Tell me what turns you on. Do you want to be spanked by a woman like that?”

He blushed deeply and stammered. “I … I” He never finished that sentence.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you get dressed and come downstairs and we can talk about this with your sister?”

I think he liked the “get dressed” part. He stood up and got dressed properly, not even trying to hide anything in the process. I noticed that his penis, which started to go limp when I first caught him was coming back to stiffness. I think he liked me looking at him. Also, I was intrigued by the kind of pornography he looked at when masturbating.

The Conversation with Melissa

“What took you so long?” Melissa asked as I came down the steps. She then added, “Oh, hi bro, what are you doing here?”

“It’s not what he is doing here that counts,” I said. “It was what he was doing upstairs.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Turn off the TV.”

“It’s OK, I have it recording. I didn’t want you to miss anything.”

I wasn’t going to let George back out. I dived right in. “I caught your brother wanking.”

Melissa giggled and repeated the word, “wanking?”

“We call it onanera in Sweden. You use almost the same word in English: onanism. Wanking is a British term. I think it’s called masturbation over here.”

“We call it jerking off.” Melissa giggled. I made two more mental notes: another new American idiom and Melissa was not as sexually naive as I thought.

“We are going to have fun teaching each other ‘sex’ talk.” I replied.

I looked at George. His face was red and he was looking at his shoes.

“Oh wow!” Melissa said. “So what are we going to do about it? Are you going to tell on him?”

“No. There really isn’t anything wrong with it,” I responded.

“What?”

“It’s natural for boys to masturbate. It may even do them some good.”

“Are you crazy?”

I didn’t even answer that question. “Do you even know what boys look like ‘down there?’”

“Yes. I’ve seen some of my friends’ little brothers. I even helped one of them change her baby brother’s diapers.”

“I mean bigger boys.”

“Well, there was that time in first grade when Stephanie and Judy and I asked Billy Miller to show us how he made pee, and he did.”

“Billy’s in our class. No wonder he seems to stay away from the three of you.”

“I think he’s still embarrassed over it. I think I can see why: being tricked by three girls.”

“Well, I am sure that your brother is bigger than Billy.”

“You’ve seen him?”

“Yes, and we talked about it.

Here is the situation. Your brother is a healthy, normal, teenage boy. He has urges and he needs to satisfy them. Masturbation is a safe way for him to do it. It is fun for him to do it.

I think it would be fun if we watched him do it.”

“Are you sure this is OK?”

“It is, how you say it? A win-win. He gets to have fun. We get to have fun and nobody is hurt. Are you willing to go along with it?”

Melissa blushed but nodded her head.

“Good! Let’s go back to George’s room and get started.”

George Gets Naked

George protested, “I don’t think we have enough time. Mom and dad will be back soon.”

“You’re probably right. We don’t have time to do this properly, but we can do some things. For example, you are going to have to take off your clothes to do it. So, you might as well get used to doing it with your sister and me looking at you.”

“We’re going to see him naked?” Melissa gasped.

I laughed, “Yes that’s what this is all about.”

We got into George’s room. I ordered him calmly, “George, take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them. Every last stitch.”

“But …”

“If you want to get on OK from your sister and me to do this and not tell your parents, you will have to do as we say and we say completely naked. Don’t we, Melissa?”

Melissa seemed to be caught off guard, she stumbled with an answer. “Um, yes. Of course. Naked. Completely.”

He undressed slowly and was reluctant to lower his underpants down. Melissa was hiding her face in her hands, but not covering her eyes which were wide open. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips as if she were concentrating on the disrobing occurring before her.

“There he is,” I said as he stood before us naked. “Your brother is a first for me. He’s the first circumcised boy I’ve seen. I’ve been told that this is common in America. In Europe, most boys are ‘natural’ as they say.”

Melissa looked at me as if I had been talking Swedish, so I explained. “Uncircumcised boys have a hood of skin that covers the head of the penis. In some cultures, this hood is removed when the boy is an infant.”

She screwed up her face at that.

“Oh, I am sure that it is done with anesthesia and it doesn’t hurt,” I added. “I kind of like the way your brother’s penis looks like. It’s more exposed and vulnerable. It’s like he’s doubly naked. I think it looks cuter.

I can’t wait to tell the girls back home about this. I don’t think any of them have seen a circumcised boy.”

As we were talking, George’s penis started to rise.

“What’s happening?” Melissa asked.

“Your brother is getting an erection. It happens when boys get sexually aroused.”

“But we’re not doing anything. We even have all our clothes on. What could be happening that is getting him all excited.”

“But we are doing something: we’re LOOKING at him. I think he likes being seen naked by girls. You should see what he was looking at on his computer.”

George bowed his head and blushed. By this time he was fully erect.

“Do you have a ruler?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“Get it and bring it to me.”

He went to his desk, opened a drawer, got it out and handed it to me.

“What are you going to do?” his sister asked.

“Measure him. This is the biggest penis I’ve ever seen – at least one that is erected – and I want to see how big it is.” Although I had seen older boys and even men naked, none of them were erected. The only erections I had seen were on little boys who would run around naked at the beach during the summer. I thought their little pinkie-sized erections looked so cute waving around in front of them as they played. They were naked and they didn’t care.

Turning to him, I said, “Put your hands on your head and stand in front of us.”

I wasn’t even sure I was measuring it correctly but as it turned out he was 6 inches and a quarter, or as my mind grasped it about 16 centimetres.

I told Melissa, “The girls back home would say he is ‘stor penis’ or ‘big penis.’ Penis is the same in both languages.”

Melissa giggled, “The girls here would say that he is ‘well hung’ or well endowed.”

It was my turn to giggle. “Well hung,” I repeated. I’ll have plenty of new terms to tell my friends when I get home. English club will be a lot of fun.”

As much as I would like to have taken our adventures further, George was right: time was a factor.

“George, get dressed. We’re going to do more next time. Until then I want you to go to the sites you look at and let us know what they are. I want you to make a list of what things turn you on. We’ll see what we can do to help you.”

Grabbing Melissa to the side I whispered to her, “Not a word to anybody. Trust me. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Tjejsnack (Girl Talk)

George was unusually quiet at breakfast the following morning. He avoided eye contact with us and we didn’t see him for the rest of the day except at dinner.

Melissa and I got together in her room the following day after school.

“Wow, I would have never thought I’d see my brother or any other older boy naked. I want so much to tell the other girls at school and I’m glad you warned me not to. Now that I think about it, we could get in trouble.”

“Getting in trouble is one thing. But we just started something that could be a very good thing for us. We don’t want to ruin that. Maybe we’ll bring in other girls later when we find out how things work out.”

“I can’t believe my brother got undressed just like that. All you had to do was tell him to take his clothes off and he got naked for us.”

“Well, we still have the threat of telling your parents what I caught him doing. I really don’t want to do that because it would put an end to it and we have only just begun to have fun.”

“I expected him to put up more of a fight.”

“I have an idea about your brother.”

“What’s that?”

“I think he is a undergiven – a submissive male.”

“A under what? A submissive what?”

“A submissive male. Some men feel the need to serve women and place themselves below them. They cater to the women’s wants and desires.”

“Men do that?”

“Yes. There are even whole clubs devoted to the practice. There is a word for it. It’s called Kvinnlig Dominans in Swedish or Female Domination in English. That’s when women dominate men.” Part of the exchange program was that I was to teach Melissa Swedish. I never imagined that I would be teaching her these words.

“Why do the men do it?”

“Because they like it. They like being told what to do by a woman and being led by women.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Everybody knows it. They just don’t talk about it.”

“I didn’t know about it.”

“You didn’t grow up in Sweden. You Americans are so naive when it comes to sex. I even wonder how you reproduce.”

“And George is one of these … under …”

“Undergiven or in English, submissive.”

“I like undergiven better.”

“When I caught George, he was looking at a picture of a woman spanking a man.”

“I can’t imagine anyone wanting to get spanked.”

“Imagine it. It happens. Some men and women – actually more women than men – like getting spanked”

“But it hurts.”

“Some people like pain. Some people like inflicting pain. I can’t explain it.”

I sighed and went on. “This Female Domination thing is difficult to explain – why people do it.

Some are really into it, tying men up, whipping them, inflicting damage to their genitals.”

“Ewe gross!”

“I agree, I’m not into all that stuff. We certainly don’t want to hurt George.

I think that most men and women who do it, do it for fun and they probably don’t do anything more than spanking. Even then you can spank a person in such a way that there is very little pain and it actually feels good and tingly after you stop.”

“How do you know?”

I blushed and giggled, “As a little girl, I played spanking games with my sisters.”

“That’s weird.”

“We should try it sometime and see if you still think it’s weird.”

“So George wants to get spanked?”

“Possibly. And maybe a few other things as well.”

“Like what?”

“Like the list he’s going to provide us. I’ve asked him to tell us what his fantasies are.

We’ve already started with one of them.”

“We have?”

“Yes, we participated in what we call klädd kvinnlig naken hane back home or CFNM – that’s Clothed Female - Naked Male in English.”

“They have a name for it?”

“Oh yes, it is very common. It’s the least kinky thing in Female Domination, so it’s the one most people do. I bet that a lot of couples are into it; even couples who do not consider themselves to be kinky.

So tell me, didn’t you like looking at your brother while he was completely naked?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Would you have liked it as much if you were naked too?”

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Because then we'd be equal."

"Would you have liked it as much if you saw him and he didn't know you were seeing him?"

"I don't think so."

"Why?"

"Because he was embarrassed."

“Very good. That is what female domination is about. It is not about what you are doing but why you are doing it. It is about the difference in power. Girls have power over boys.

He was embarrassed because we made him embarrassed. How does that make you feel?"

"It makes me feel glad to be a girl."

“Now you are getting the idea. Something as simple as you having your clothes on and him being naked gives you power over him. It’s the power you like, not just seeing him naked.

Knowing that he knew that you were looking at him made you feel even better. Didn’t it?”

Melissa giggled, “Yes it did!”

“It gets better. As you get more comfortable with things. You’ll find yourself asking him to do things for you and he will obey.”

“My brother? No way!”

“Wait and see.”

-=o=-

The following evening, George was very subdued at dinner and quiet. Even Mama Brown noticed and asked, “Are you OK, George. You’ve hardly said a word and barely touched your food.”

He mumbled something about being tired and left it at that.

Whenever he looked at either Melissa or me, we’d smile back at him sweetly. He would blush again and lower his eyes.

Melissa told me how much a tease her brother can be and how annoying he could be to her at times. But she also told me that he was also very kind to her and “looked after” his little sister. She really loved him and did not want to hurt him.

I could imagine the embarrassment he must have been going through sitting at the table, knowing what us girls did to him the day before. We wanted to have fun with him, but we also wanted it to be fun for him as well. So Melissa and I agreed not to tease him about it or to giggle when he looked at us.

Interrogation

Thursday came around again. Melissa and I put our favorite TV program on record. We had something much better to watch.

The three of us crowded into George’s room. Even though it was his room, I took charge. I like being “the mommy.”

“Sit down, George we need to talk. … Wait a minute! Take off all your clothes and then sit down.”

George disrobed with a great deal of blushing. Melissa didn’t giggle or make a move, but her eyes were focused on her naked brother.

“Have you done what we’ve asked you since last week?”

“What was that?”

“Make a list of all your sites with their passwords and write down those things that you find interesting?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Shame on you. You need to learn this lesson. When a girl tells you to do something, you obey her. In the future you will be punished for not obeying. You like looking at women spanking men. We can make that happen for real with you. No time for that now.

Now turn on your computer. I’ll be in control.”

He booted up his machine. I had him launch the browser and then I sat down at the controls.

“Show me the sites.” I demanded.

“I have them bookmarked all in one place.”

“How convenient.” I pulled out my keychain that had my flash drive on it. I downloaded his bookmarks to it and then printed the list out.

“As I go to each site, you will tell me your login and password.” I recorded them on the printout.

We went through the exercise of opening site after site.

Many of the sites were “wank fodder” as my friend’s older sister at home called them. These were sites produced by men for men. Most of these sites featured lewd, poorly-photographed pictures of men and women doing various sexual acts.

“Yuck!” came the response from Melissa. “That’s gross.”

“That’s not the way real sex works,” I told her. “Some men will pay women to do things like that with them, but real sex is even better.”

I found some sites that claimed to be run by women. Even here, some were still obviously in it for the money and still catered to the men’s fantasies.

Even rarer were sites run by women for women. These were the sites I decided that George would be allowed to visit.

I even found one site with stories about girls – girls Melissa’s and my age – dominating boys. There were no pictures, but a lot of stories. I quickly looked at a couple.

“Look, Melissa. There must be hundreds of stories here. We have to bookmark this one for ourselves. It will take us months to read them all and it looks like they add stories every month.

I’m sending the link to this site to some of my friends back home. The stories are in English, but even girls not in the English Club can read them.”

As I went through the sites, I kept an eye on George’s penis. I made note of what kind of pictures made it hard. There may be electronic lie detector machines, but they can be cheated. The penis never lies. If the boy is turned on by something, his penis gets hard: a fact every girl should know.

I got up. “I’ve seen enough. I have a good idea what you are into.

You like sites on female domination where women are in charge of the men. It makes you ‘sexuellt väckt’,” I said slipping into my native tongue, “Sexually aroused.

It makes you hard to be humiliated by girls.

Melissa and I will devise a program of humiliation for you that I think you will enjoy. It should be fun for us too.

We’ll start with you being naked as you are now. I want you to get up and turn around so your sister and I can look at you. We want to see every part of your body.”

George performed the act and I could see that my theory seemed to be correct. He knew he was on display and he was not only hard, but his penis was bouncing up and down with his heartbeat and was dripping. Sexuellt väckt’ indeed.

“What’s that?” Melissa said, pointing at the viscous drop threatening to fall from his penis. “He’s not going to make pee, is he?”

“It’s called fore semen, before the semen. Erections mean a boy is aroused; fore semen means that he is ready to have sex.”

I looked at George. “As your sister pointed out, you look like you are ready to go.

Let’s swap places. You can pick your favorite picture, move the monitor so you can see it better and spin the chair to the side to face us and spread your legs. You will masturbate – jerk off – and look at it as your sister and I watch.”

I looked at Melissa. She had her hand on her chest as if to keep her heart from fluttering. Poor girl. This was all so new to her. The masturbation would be new to me and the idea of dominating a teenage boy set my heart fluttering a bit. But the basic male nudity to me meant almost nothing.

I say almost because he isn’t getting naked to change clothes or take a shower. He’s getting naked because a couple girls ordered him to be that way. And now this boy is going to perform the most private of male rituals for our enjoyment.

George selected a picture of a man performing cunninglingus on a woman while she casually talked on her phone.

Melissa looked at the picture. “Yuck, she makes pee down there.”

I addressed my question to George, “Would it excite you if she peed on you while doing that?”

“I … I guess so. That would be so humiliating.”

“And you like to be humiliated by girls. Maybe Melissa and I will pee on you sometime. I can hold a lot of piss and you’d get two girls’ worth.”

I am not sure I could do that or get Melissa to go along with it, but the threat itself was enough to humiliate the boy.

“Go on, start wanking.”

George grabbed hold of the shaft of his organ and pulled the skin over its head. I wondered if it would be different for my brother since he had förhud, or foreskin, but George seemed to have enough to work with.

As he progressed, his breathing became heavier and heavier. It could not be from the physical exertion. It didn’t look like he was doing a lot of “work.” Also, I noticed that his body was getting tenser and tenser.

This continued for a minute or two and then he went rigid except for his hand and stopped breathing. He held his breath for a couple of seconds and then let out a combination of a yelp and a groan.

Sperm came flying out in an arcing gush. His body convulsed and it happened again … and again … and again until his penis was pulsing but nothing was coming out.

Then he let go and with a sigh, collapsed in his chair.

Melissa and I remained silent as watched him wank on his penis. At the moment of ejaculation, Melissa let out a squeal but I held my breath.

When it was all over the room was silent. George was slumped in the chair with his head back and eyes closed. His legs were still spread and his penis was slowly deflating with the last of the semen seeping out.

Melissa and I looked at the pools of semen on the floor.

I got up and kissed George on the forehead. His sister did the same.

“Clean up and get dressed,” I told him as we left. “Oh, and don’t forget to make that list we talked about.”

-=o=-

I followed Melissa into her room. We both sat on her bed.

“That was fan-fucking-tastic,” I said.

“Wow. I never saw anything like that before.”

“And we can see it again, whenever we want. George is our boy from now on. How does that make you feel?”

“It makes me all tingly inside. My panties are wet. I never knew girls could have so much power over a boy. It makes me feel great to be a girl.”

I kissed her on her cheek and whispered, “That’s what female domination is all about.” I left for my room to change into a fresh pair of panties myself.

The List

I had George give Melissa and me “The List” earlier in the week so we could review it with him when we got him naked again on Thursday.

I had him sit there again, naked with legs splayed wide facing us.

“This is a very interesting list,” I told him. “It’s a good thing it’s in writing. I don’t think you would be able to express yourself like this otherwise.

I think the best thing to do is go over the list one point at a time and discuss it.

-=o=-

Read the first point.”

“I want to be naked in front of fully-clothed girls.”

“Well, we have obviously satisfied this part of your fantasy.

I have a question on this. Have you ever been seen naked by other girls?”

He nodded his head, “Yes.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It was back in the first grade. Two of my classmates, Sarah and Kimberly asked me to show them how I made pee.”

“And did you?”

“Yes, they told me that I could watch them do it if I did it.”

“And did they?”

“They did but they managed to cover up with their skirts, so I didn’t see anything. All I witnessed was hearing them ‘tinkle’ into the water.”

“But they saw you.”

“Yes, but only my penis and not my balls. I only took it out of my fly.”

“Have you ever seen a girl naked?”

“Just my friend’s baby sister.”

“So no girl your age or close.”

“No. Just the women on the internet.”

“OK, so now that we have that clear. What do you mean by fully-clothed girls? Do you mean just your sister and me or other girls as well?”

“Just you two.”

“Well, that would be nice, but Melissa and I have a lot of friends and they would like to see you too. You don’t have a say on who gets to see you naked. We girls decide that.”

He looked at me and said, “You can’t do that.”

“Yes we can,” I responded. “We are girls so we are in charge. What fun would it be to have only your sister and me see you naked? After a while you would get used to us. New girls will make it exciting especially if they are classmates or other girls you see often or maybe even their kid sisters.

Melissa and I are younger than you, that’s got to be embarrassing. Imagine if girls even younger than us see you.”

Melissa put her two cents in, “Elsa and I are working on plans to have you as a guest of honor at a sleepover. I don’t know how we are going to arrange it yet.”

‘You can’t do that.”

It wasn’t true, but I liked the way Melissa thought. Just the threat of exposing him to other girls excited him. “Yes we can,” I responded. “Flickor Härskar – Girls Rule and you don’t have a say in it other than ‘Yes, ma’am.’

I think you should learn that phrase in Swedish, it’s ‘Ja frun’. Any time your sister or I ask you to do something you will respond with ‘Ja frun.’”

I went on, “Also you didn’t mention anything about having naked pictures of you. So we’re going to remedy that situation right now.”

Melissa and I raised our phones. George covered up. It didn’t matter. We could see it was George and we could see he was naked even if we couldn’t see the good parts. We took the initial pictures anyway.

“That’s a bad boy,” I reminded him. “We girls didn’t tell you that you could cover up. Besides, isn’t this your fantasy, to be completely naked for us girls? Now stand still and your sister and I are going to take pictures of you from every angle.”

“What are you going to do with them?”

“I think we’ll post them on the Internet.” Melissa giggled. “Let me check my contacts list.”

“Don’t listen to your sister. We’ll keep them for our own enjoyment and we will not share them. It is in our best interest not to ‘blow our cover’ as they say in the cop shows.

Maybe, we will show them to other girls. If we are going to bring other girls into the group, they are going to have to know what they will be seeing. They will have to swear to keep it secret before we actually let them see you.”

Melissa looked at me. I only mouthed, “Later.” I had a plan to keep the girls under control and would discuss it with her later.

I went on, “You should be OK with these girls. You know most of our friends and some of them have sisters in your class. Also, there are your Cousins Kara and Becky.”

“No! They’re just little girls. They still play with dolls.”

“Yes. You can be a new doll for them to play with.

You’ve made this choice and you are going to have to live with it. When Melissa and I promised to embarrass you, we meant it. It’s going to feel so good every time we expose you to a new girl, especially one that you will see all the time. She’ll know what you look like and you will know she knows.

Maybe they will even want their kid sisters to see. It will be like Sarah and Kimberly all over except you’re a big boy now.

Anything to add, Melissa?”

“Nothing much except that we’ll have to arrange some photoshoots to get better pictures of you.”

As I said before, I like the way that girl thinks; she has a dirty mind.

-=o=-

“OK, read the second point.”

“I want to masturbate with you girls watching me.”

“The same rules apply as for point one: there will be other girls, and we will take pictures and videos.

Tel me, how long have you been masturbating?”

“I think I was about 8 years old.”

“Oh, so about half your life?”

“Since you put it that way, yes.”

“And when did you first cum with sperm?”

Melissa looked at me, so I explained, “Like us, boys are not born sexually mature. They can’t shoot semen until they get older.”

I asked the question again by looking at George.

“A couple of years ago … about when I was 12 or 13.”

“Of course, you jerk off.”

“Yes.”

“Do you masturbate in any other way or use anything else?”

“Sometimes I use lotion.”

“Good, you got to show us that sometime.”

“What do you think about when you do it.”

“I usually look at my computer. I think about some of the girls in my class when I see women watching men do it.”

“How often do you do it?”

“About once a day when I can. Sometimes even more.”

“What’s the most amount of times you’ve done it in a day?”

“Five times, but the last time wasn’t as much fun.”

“Well, us girls are now going to be in control of your masturbation. We are going to establish some rules. You will not be allowed to do it unless your sister or I tell you that you can.

I don’t know how we can enforce this. There are things called male chastity devices, but I don’t know of a way of getting one. Even if we had the money, they are not going to sell one to a couple of girls our age. We’ll have to work on that.

On the other hand, you will have to masturbate on command whenever one of us gives you that order. We realize that with your parents around all the time, that this may not happen often, but we reserve the right for ‘penis inspection’ at any time. Any time we ask you to take it out and show us, you must do it.

We may even do this outside the house with other girls around, but we’ll be discrete about it.

Förstår du? Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“That’s ja frun.”

“Ja frun.”

“Good, it’s nice when a boy knows his place.

Also, Melissa and I are going to do it to you as well. We’ll use our hands, our feet, other body parts and even rub it with other objects. We are going to take control of how and when you masturbate.

Do you know what a fetish is?”

“I don’t think so.”

“A fetish is an object with magical sexual powers. It has nothing to do with sex at all, but it causes a sexual response in boys. It could be an object such as shoes or a material such as silk or rubber. Articles of girls’ clothing are popular.

We are going to experiment to see if you have a fetish. We are going to expose you to and rub your penis with all kinds of things to see which excite you the most.”

“Enough about wanking you off for now. What’s next on your list?” I asked.

-=o=-

“I want you girls to spank me.”

“These will be bare-assed, over-the-knee spankings, you understand?”

“Ja frun.”

“Good boy.

I have some experience with this and I will teach your sister.

We are going to have to proceed carefully on this. We will start using just our bare hands, but we may also use a hairbrush and slipper and kitchen spoon and whatever else we can find as we go along.

We don’t want to hurt you, but part of the fun will be making you cry.”

George bowed his head and said nothing. His face was so flushed, it almost glowed with a reddish light.

-=o=-

“It says here on your list that you want to orally please us girls.

We will have to think about that. I don’t think it is proper for a boy to see a girl like that.”

“We can blindfold him?” Melissa suggested. “I really want to try this one. I like when I …” She stopped short when she realized what she was saying. She was about to confess that she masturbated too.

I looked at her and said, “We can talk privately about this later when the boy is not around.” I could arrange for her to experience oral joy and hope that she would reciprocate with me.

Turning back to George I said, “The last time we talked, you said you would like us girls to pee on you. Would you still like that?”

“Yes m … ja frun.”

“We will see what we can do. The same rules will apply. We will probably have to tie you up as well as use a blindfold.

That will take care of something further on down the list: bondage. We’ll tie you up and do all kinds of things to you.”

-=o=-

“I really want you to explain the next one. You said that you wanted to be forced to perform oral sex on another boy.

Are you gay?”

“I don’t think so, but I am curious about how that would be. I would like him to do me too.”

“I figured as much. You did have some pictures of men doing it with each other with women looking on in the background on your computer.

I don’t know how we can work this. We would need another boy. Do you know a boy who would let you do this as we watched?”

He shook his head, “no.”

“If you want this fantasy to come true, it will be up to you to find the boy.”

“How can I do that?”

“It’s up to you. This is, after all, YOUR fantasy.

We will help you any way we can to find another boy. It would be nice to see TWO naked boys sucking each other off.”

I scanned the list. It looked like we hit on all the points.

“Is this all?” I asked.

“Ja frun.”

“It will do for now. I can think of some other things that your sister and I can make you do. You may not like them, but it will be fun for us. We will, how you say in English? ‘Play it by ear.’ We will see how you react to what we do to you and try new things.”

George’s Next Session

The rest of the week was rather calm. Mellissa and I made George show us his penis during the brief private times we could manage. We even made him play with it once to get it hard. That gave me an idea.

“George, I’ve noticed that sometimes you are hard in your pants.”

He nodded, “Ja frun.”

“What do you do to make that happen?”

“Well, sometimes it just happens for no reason at all. Sometimes it gets hard if I look at a pretty girl. Well, it gets hard a lot when I look at girls.”

“How about when you think about what you look at on the computer?”

“Well, thinking about sex will make me hard.”

“Good! Because I want you to get hard right now. In your pants. Can you do it without touching it?”

“I think so, frun.”

Melissa and I watched as the crotch in his pants started to tent out. When it looked as big as it was going to get, I ordered, “Take it out and let us look.”

We were delighted to see how hard it was. “Put it back,” I commanded. That he did with some apparent difficulty.

“When either Melissa or I do this …” Here I turned my hand over, palm up, curled my fingers and made a “come here” motion with my index finger … “I want you to get hard in your pants.

That will be our secret ‘make it hard for us’ signal.”

We waited for him to get soft. Then practiced the hand gesture. He was able to get hard.

“You will do this whenever one of us gives you the signal even if there are other girls around. I assure you, they will notice even though they won’t know the reason for it. Girls are constantly checking out boys ‘packages.’” I concluded using another newly-learned term.

“We girls have subtle ways of letting other girls know when one of us spots a boner. It’s like a courtesy among girls – no one of us should miss out on the action.” I giggled. “It will be fun watching them look at you. It will be even more fun to watch you blush because you know they are looking at you.”

-=o=-

“OK, enough of this talk. How about we have some wanking action? Let’s get you to your computer.”

Once again we gathered around his monitor. “I’ll drive,” I announced.

I consulted the now heavily-annotated list he gave us and brought up a site. “Your sister and I went over the list and picked out sites and stories and pictures we approve.

I brought up a story that we girls like. It’s about a group of girls who catch a group of boys skinny dipping and the girls steal their clothes and make the boys wank off for them to get them back. I want you to sit at the computer and read it out loud to us. I want you to be masturbating while you do it.”

Melissa and I sat back and watched George jerk off as he read the story. Judging by the amount of fore semen he was producing, he was very aroused by it too.

My panties were wet and I could catch Melissa trying to rub her thighs together. Both of us had our hands down in front when we read the story the first time and were alone in her room. I wish we could have done that now, but we did not want to show weakness in front of “the boy.”

I was somewhat surprised that he did not ejaculate while reading the story. He certainly seemed aroused enough. I guess we picked too short a story for him to read and “beat off” to.

So we then moved on to one of our approved videos. This one featured a man debasing himself by licking the soles of a woman’s Vans sneakers, just like the ones Melissa and I were wearing. Both the man and woman were fully-clothed, but she mocked him and made fun of him when she took time out from reading a magazine as he did it.

Again, his fore semen leaked heavily, but he still did not make ejakulat. Nonetheless, I think I would like to try something like this with him. Maybe make him lick the soles of our sneakers. I’d have to make sure they were clean. I would not want to make him sick, but it would be such a debasing act for him. After all, humiliation was more important than the sex. Just thinking about it made me tickle inside.

So we brought out the “heavy artillery.” It was a video of several women and a man. The man was naked, of course, and had some kind of masturbation collar wrapped around his penis. The collar stroked and vibrated under the command of a control box that looked very much like a game controller.

The women took turns playing with the controller and the vibration amplitude and frequency of the collar around the man’s penis changed accordingly. The women were controlling the man’s masturbation by remote control!

This one got to him. We were only a couple of minutes into the video when he let loose his semen. Now that Melissa and I had seen ejaculations on the internet we were still not prepared for what we saw.

George might not have had the biggest penis we’ve seen when compared to what we saw on the screen, but he put every one of those “sexual professionals” to shame when it came to ejaculation.

George shot it far, he shot a great volume of it. It would not take many of his squirts to fill a litre. And he shot it over and over again.

It was definitely a show worth watching and a perfect ending to the session.

The three of us watched the video to its conclusion. George’s erection went down a little, but he stayed pleasingly hard the whole time.

I don’t think Mellissa and I could get one of those machines, but the idea of us girls taking a direct hand, literally, in his masturbation definitely made it onto my list.

Another Shopping Trip

To tell the truth, Mellissa and I took it rather slowly with George over the next couple of weeks. We spent our Thursday evenings mostly in George’s room reviewing pornography on the computer and watching his reaction to it.

Because the adult Browns were around almost all the other times, Thursday was about the only time Mellissa and I got to go to our favorite sites. We were able to read the stories – they had no incriminating pictures that could be seen easily if someone walked in the room. It wasn’t that likely that the parents would do this since us kids lived upstairs and Mama and Papa Brown pretty much stayed downstairs, but we didn’t want to take any chances.

Melissa and I would scan the story site and advise each other on which ones best suited our interests. We got a lot of ideas for things to try with George.

So we commandeered his computer on Thursday nights and watched as his penis rose and fell with the sites we visited. After several weeks we got to know his fetishes really well.

We also got good at gauging on how long it took to make him cum and put that enjoyment off until the very last minute.

It was nearly six weeks since our last shopping expedition and we convinced Mama Brown to allow George to drive us to the shops. This would be our first public outing with him.

We made him drop us off at the front doors and then go on to park the car. His plan was to go off and look at sporting goods and game places. Our plan was to have him follow us around dutifully and carry our purchases like a beast of burden.

At one point, these became numerous enough to “dismiss” him so he could take them back to the car and lock them up in the truck.

We had him meet us in the food court where we ordered our meals and had him bring them to our table when called.

We also gave him our special sign to “stiffen up” especially when other groups of girls were in the area. We did this in several of the stores and noticed that not only the girls were checking him out, but also adult women. It made me wonder if adult women had an interest in teen boys and what they had between their legs. I guess some do.

We finished off the trip with a visit to the shoe store where both Melissa and I got another pair of Vans. These we vowed to keep clean and wear them only inside the house as his humiliation sneakers that he could lick. It was a strong fetish with him and we intended to use it.

I couldn’t wait until Thursday evening, looking down my naked legs with my Vans on and a naked George on all fours, licking at them like a dog. It would be such a submissive position for him. I bet it would make him hard and dripping. I’d love to have a picture of that and knew that, with Mellissa’s help, I’d have one.

Expanding the Club

Mellissa and I were serious about sharing George with other girls. What good would it do us to have a boy at our control and not let other girls know about it? It would make us feel good to show him off to our friends.

On the other hand, not every girl has an interest in boys in the same way Mellissa and I do. Too many of them fawn all over the boys to get them to like them. If they only knew that there were other ways: they could command the boys’ attention and not debase themselves by begging for it.

And then there was the security aspect. Although we were pretty sure we could count on girls not turning us in to adults, we had to worry about them blabbing to other girls and them to other girls and so on. The more girls that know a secret, the less secret it becomes and eventually something slips.

I had a plan to keep the girls in line. I would get them to pose for a compromising picture that I could threaten them with if they told anyone else.

This made it particularly difficult to find suitable candidates to join our club.

One such girl was Karen Resnick. She was one of the bolder girls whenever we had a sleepover and often made overt sexual comments to the rest of us girls in an attempt to gross us out. It might have been all talk, but we had to find out.

We approached her one day as class was letting out.

“Karen,” I said, “at last week’s sleepover you said that you would be willing to suck a boy’s cock if you got to spank him in return.”

She looked around nervously. There was no need. We were isolated and there was enough of a crowd din that nobody could really hear us.

She answered hesitantly, “Yes. So?”

“What would you say to being able to spank a boy without having to suck him off?”

“I’d say yes, but what is the catch?”

“You’d have to keep it a complete secret.”

“I can do that. Who’s the boy?”

“Mellissa’s brother, George.”

“OMIGOD! He’s like 16. Isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“How did you girls make this happen?”

“We’ll explain some other time. Are you in?”

“Of course.”

“We are going to have to get some assurances.”

“Like what?”

“Mellissa and I are going to take some pictures of you naked.”

“You can’t do that.”

I was not to be deterred and went on, “Only we will ever see them. We’ll keep them safe, but if you violate your vow of secrecy, we will find a way to post them anonymously.”

“I won’t do it.”

“OK, then the deal is off.”

She sulked for a moment and then added, “OK. Only you two, right?”

“Just the two of us, yes.”

“OK”

“Good! Now that that’s over, have you ever spanked anyone?”

“Yes, my cousin, Jimmy.”

“How’s that?” Mellissa asked.

“Well, this is my secret. I spend a lot of time over my aunt’s house with my cousins Pam and Jimmy. Pam’s 17 and Jimmy is a year older than me. Pam is supposed to be babysitting both of us, but when he’s bad, she lets me spank him sometimes. She says she’s getting tired of doing him and he’s gotten to used to her.

She seems to think that having a girl younger than him spank him brings the lesson home.”

“So you’ve seen him naked?”

“Of course.”

“And have you played with him while he’s naked.”

“Do you mean, ‘Have I touched his penis?’ Of course, but only a couple secret touches when I can get away with them. Pam tells me it’s supposed to be a punishment and that he shouldn’t get any pleasure out of it. Mostly I clamp it between my legs when I’m spanking him. Sometimes he even has an erection.

Pam is there to supervise. He takes his pants down, gets over one of our laps, we spank him, he pulls his pants back up. That’s it.”

“OK, one more question. Can you get away on Thursday nights?”

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“That’s our night to have our way with George. It’s the only time we have the house to ourselves.”

“You can use my place.”

“Really?”

“Yes, both my parents are out every Saturday morning. My mom goes shopping with my aunt, and my dad would never miss his Saturday morning tee time.”

This was great news. Now instead of playing with George once a week, we could also play with him on the weekend.

“There is still the matter of the insurance. We’ll have to take a picture of you naked.”

“Will a selfie do?”

“As long as we can see that it is you and that you are totally naked. Send it to both Melissa and me.”

We got the picture that very evening.

We showed her some pictures of George: first some of his penis taken close up, and then when we were sure she could handle it, more explicit pictures including him masturbating.

“I got to have these pictures,” she pleaded.

“No way,” I replied. “Mellissa and I are keeping them for ourselves and you won’t be taking any of your own either. We are in charge of this show and we will call the shots.”
First Saturday

We broke the news to George that Thursday night.

“George, you’ve been a good boy and we have a special reward for you.”

He smiled back at us.

“We’re going to move on to the next item on your wish list.”

The smile went away.

“Make yourself available this Saturday morning. We are going over to a friend’s house and you will be naked for her as well.”

“You’ve been talking to other girls about this?”

“Of course. This is too good a thing for us girls not to share. We told you about this and you agreed. Remember? Huskar du?”

He nodded. “Can you trust her?”

“Oh yes,” I responded. “Take a look at this.”

I showed him the naked picture of Karen. His penis responded with an almost audible “BOING!”

“How did you get that? Who is she?”

“Her name is Karen Resnik. The picture is our way to make sure she doesn’t tell anyone about our secret club. She is now a member and you will perform for her.

We probably should not have showed you the picture. We did promise that we’d keep it to just your sister and me, so don’t tell her you saw it.”

“So, she’s in charge of me too?”

“Only when your sister or I are around to supervise.

We might invite other girls, but you can trust us to keep you safe. As you can see, we are serious about keeping ‘our’ girls in line.”

-=o=-

We figured it would be suspicious if all three of us left at the same time on Saturday. As much as Melissa and I got along with George, we didn’t hang out with him and he had his own things to do with his friends. So, we girls left for Karen’s giving George instructions to follow us 15 minutes later.

We knocked on the door and she let us in.

“Where’s George?” she asked seemingly disappointed.

“He’ll be here shortly. So, where do you want to do it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it. I’ve never had a naked boy in the house before. In fact, I’ve never had any boy in the house before when my parents weren’t here.”

Melissa suggested, “We normally do it in George’s bedroom.”

“I guess we could use my room, but it’s rather small. I don’t think the four of us could fit in there. How much room does this take?”

We laughed and Melissa went on. “Normally we have George sit in his chair and read stories to us from his computer or watch a video on the computer.”

“What kind of stories? What kind of videos?”

I dangled my key chain at her, “These kinds of stories and videos.”

“I got an idea,” she said, “How about I use my laptop and we do it in the family room and we can cast the videos on the big screen?”

“That’s brilliant!” I exclaimed.

We got set up in preparation of George’s arrival. While we were waiting, I showed her a video we took of him masturbating. It was one of my favorites, but to see it on a full 65” display was fantastic. We could never do that at the Browns.

Even though I had seen it dozens of times before, I had a hard time pulling myself away when George arrived and rang the bell.

“You girls keep watching; I’ll let him in.”

I could see him blush as I let him in. He could see what was going on as soon as he got in and could hear the girls giggling and commenting on his performance.

George had seen this video before: several times. He would sit and watch it with Melissa and me as we played it while waiting for him to “recharge” after cumming for us. He must have enjoyed it as much as we girls did because he usually stayed hard the whole time.

We watched the video through its literal climax and then got down to “business.”

“Take off your clothes for Karen,” Melissa commanded. It was good to see her take charge. Normally, I was the more dominant of the two of us. As much as I did not like to think about it, I would be going home soon and she would have to take over full domination of her brother. It was good to see her stepping into the role.

To give George his credit, he disrobed with just the slightest sign of hesitation. He had gotten complacent with getting naked for his sister and me, so to see him do it for a new girl was encouraging. Also, this was the first time we made him do it outside the relative privacy of his bedroom.

Karen was enjoying the show but hyperventilating in spite of her self-proclaimed worldliness.

“I’ve known what boys look like since I was a little girl. Also, I’ve seen the pictures you showed me, but now that I see him, right here, in front of me …

I never thought it would be like this. Is this real? Can I touch him?”

“I think he’d like that very much,” I said. “But first I’d like to show you a couple of things.

If you think this is impressive, wait until you see him get erected.”

Mellissa and I worked out an informal script for George to follow. I nodded to her and she got the message.

“On your hands and knees, boy!” she commanded.

This wasn’t just about seeing him naked. We wanted to show Karen how to humiliate and dominate him.

“Crawl over here and kiss my sneaker!”

Karen was aghast, “You’re going to make him kiss your sneakers?”

“It took some trial and error, but Elsa and I discovered that George has a thing for girls’ Vans sneakers. He often gets hard when looking at a girl, but he always gets hard if she’s wearing Vans.”

“But they’re just sneakers. Boys wear Vans too.”

“He likes the ‘girly kind.’ You have to admit the company goes out of its way to make sneakers in colors and designs that favor girls.”

I picked up the conversation, “I can’t explain it, but it’s called a fetish and it seems to be something that affects boys and men more than it affects us females. It’s that simple, things that have nothing to do with sex cause ‘sexuellt väckt’ as we say in Swedish or as you say in English ‘sexually aroused’ or as I’ve heard the expression recently, ‘has the hots for them.’” I have to write these things down so I don’t forget them.

“Since we established his fetish for Vans, we wear them often. These are Melissa’s ‘street sneakers’ – ones that she wore all summer. The soles could be dirty, so we aren’t going to make him lick them like we do the special ones we bought just to humiliate him.”

The naked boy crawled on all fours to his sister. He lowered his head and kissed the toes of her sneakers. Melissa giggled. This act was not as debasing as the ones his sister and I made him do at home, he was now doing it with a new girl watching. That made it all the more embarrassing.

After kissing his sister’s sneakers for a while she said, “Do Elsa.” I allowed him to kiss my sneakers for a similar amount of time and then said, “Karen’s turn. Kiss her feet.”

“Wait,” the girl said, “let me put on my Vans.”

The girl was catching on.

After “servicing” all of us, Karen asked, “Can I have George get us some refreshments?”

“Sure,” I replied, “It’s your house.”

“George, come with me. Let me show you where we keep the sodas and chips and stuff.”

Karen left him to it and returned, “Come on,” Melissa beckoned, “Let’s show you this neat site that has stories of girls like us dominating boys like George. We also have some good pictures to show you.”

“Wow, this is some pretty weird stuff. I thought just having a naked boy around would be exciting enough.

You girls actually saw him jerk off?”

“All the time,” Melissa responded.

“But your parents?”

“We’re smart enough not to do it when they are around, so mostly we confine our activities to Thursday nights when they are out. We do have moments of private time where we may make him take it out and show it to us, but we’ve seen enough of it to know what it looks like. Mostly we do it just to remind him who is in charge.

It’s the humiliation thing that turns us on the most. I never thought about it until Elsa pointed it out to me.”

We made George jerk off for us twice that first time at Karen’s house.

Karen was beside herself, “Well now you have Saturday afternoons to play with him too!” She wanted to assure herself a slot on George’s CFNM schedule.

Before we left, Karen asked, “I was wondering. I have a cousin. She’s our age. I know that she would just love to see this.”

“Can you trust her?”

“Oh, most definitely. We’ve shared secrets that we haven’t told anyone else.”

“She’ll have to provide the same ‘credentials” as you did. Do you think she’ll be willing to do that?”

“To see a naked boy like this in the control of girls, she’d parade down 5^th Avenue in New York City in her birthday suit.”

“What’s her name?”

“Bess. Her brother’s name is Bart. He’s 17 and a hunk. Bess thinks he’s gay.”

“Do you think we could use that against him?”

“I’m not sure. But I have an idea.”

Second Saturday

Mellissa and I now had pictures of two naked girls in our insurance portfolio.

We showed up at Karen’s house and George arrived a bit later and we introduced him to Bess.

Melissa and I brought along our “kissing vans” and had George demonstrate how excited he got while licking the soles. He was not only hard, but also dripping.

“I’ve got to get a new pair for myself,” Karen chuckled.

Bess looked confused, “What’s with the sneakers?”

Her cousin replied, “It’s something called a fetish. Get Elsa to tell you about it.”

“I’ll explain it to you later,” I admitted. “Right now we have a boy who seems more than ready to jerk off for us girls.”

Melissa and I let Bess and Karen have front row seats at George’s masturbation. We get our private showing on Thursday nights.

Karen checked her watch and announced, “OK, everybody upstairs to my room. You too, George.”

When we got there, Karen logged onto the computer. “We still have a couple more minutes,” she said as she started a video meeting. Several moments later, there was a response. An older boy’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hi Bart,” Bess chirped. “How is my favorite brother doing?”

“I’m your only brother, can you tell me what this is all about?”

“I’ll do better than that, I’ll show you.”

With that, the Melissa and Karen pushed George in front of the camera.

“What’s going on? That boy is naked! What are you girls doing with him?”

“Nothing much,” Bess giggled. Then she added, “Like what you see?”

“What?”

Bess went on, “I’ve seen your magazines and I’ve caught a glimpse or dozen of what you look at on your computer screen. Don’t deny it, you’re interested in boys. Aren’t you?”

“So what if I am, that’s my business.”

“I know, bro. I have a proposal for you. I’m cool with it and so are the other girls here. I know mom and dad would blow a gasket if they found out. That’s why you can’t bring your boyfriend, if you had one around the house.

We have a boy here who is willing to play with you and allow you to play with him. All we are doing is playing at matchmaking.”

“That still doesn’t solve the problem with my brining him home.”

“Leave that to us girls. That’s part of the deal. You can do it here. Aunt Clara and Uncle Al are out on Saturday and we have the house all to ourselves.”

“You’re willing to let me use the place?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And where would you be going?”

“Nowhere, we’re going to stay and watch.”

“No way!”

“OK, but I’ll tell you, we’ve measured him, he’s big and he shoots a large wad of sperm. You’d be passing that up.”

“And he would be OK with this?”

“He’d love it. It’s one of his fantasies.”

“How do I know I can trust you.”

Karen took over the screen. “Leave it to us girls. Elsa and Melissa, they are classmates of ours know what they are doing and have security measures in place.”

“How many girls are there?” He asked with alarm.

“Just the four of us: Elsa, Mellissa, your sister and me. We’re all like family. Heck two of us ARE family. What do you say?”

“You have no idea how difficult it is to connect with other gay people. I heard that it was even worse in the past, but still it’s not as easy as a straight guy trying to pick up a girl.

OK, I’ll do it. I don’t know if we’ll hit it off, but it won’t hurt to meet him.”

“Prove it,” Bess said.

“What do you mean?”

“Show us yours. George showed you his.”

Bart looked like he was going to object, but instead he just shrugged his shoulders and opened his fly. His penis was already erected.

“O wow,” Karen exclaimed, “We made the right choice. Melissa and I nodded vigorously in agreement.

-=o=-

Bart showed up the following week. This was the last Saturday performance I was going to be able to attend. I was leaving the following week for home.

Bart blushed as he got naked with four girls watching him. He agreed to go first and suck George’s penis to show the “rookie boy” how it was done. We wanted to take pictures of him doing it, but he made it a condition that, although we could watch, we could not take pictures or videos and we honored his wish.

There was one last “pajamas party” with Bess and Karen also in attendance. The four of us were bursting at the seams to tell (and show) the other girls how we had command over two boys, but we agreed to keep our arrangement with the boys a secret from the rest of the girls until we were sure who they could trust.

Although I was going home to my family and friends whom I missed dearly, there were tears in my eyes as the Browns drove me back to the airport. With me went my flash drive with all the URLs of the hot sites we visited and the pictures of Geroge and my journal and an extra suitcase full of clothes I picked up during the year. There were also my memories.

I managed to sleep for most of the trip. Dreams came and went and danced in my mind. Some of them bidden by me, some spontaneously. All of them had something to do with my wonderous adventures in The States. As I descended into the clouds approaching the Stokholm Arlanda Airport I reeled the memories past my eyes like a cinema.

There was also the anticipation of all the videos Mellissa promised to send me. I had so much to tell my sisters. I was looking forward to going back to my old school. English Club was going to be so much fun this year!

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