Doing the Unusual

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Doing the Unusual Part I

(Diane explains her progression into femdom and female-led relationships. This is a prequel to the “My Unusual Summer” series.)

Sixth grade became the turning point for my sexual exploration. Specifically, I discovered two of my powers after giving a boy a black eye during a dispute and seeing my future husband play basketball for my school.

My name is Diane and this is my story of overcoming stereotypes and seizing my true purpose in life.

My mother, Ethel, ran an educational ranch she had inherited from her grandmother. She was gone most weekends and we (my younger sister Joan and I) were left unattended but not alone. We were the responsibility of a pair of aunts who lived nearby.

Anyway, my mom picked me up from the principal’s office on Friday afternoon and took me to Aunt Dorothy’s house before taking off for the ranch. It was common that Joan and I spent time with our aunts, who each had two daughters our age.

All of our birthdays were in July and we were all the best of friends. Tess, who was 11 like me, and Joyce, who was 8, like Joan, were already home when I got there. Aunt Helen, the mother of 11-year-old Leslie and 8-yeaqr-old Stacie dropped off her daughters and Joan a little bit later.

Aunt Dorothy was the disciplinarian of the family. She could get really mean but if you follow the rules, she was as sweet as candy.

Dorothy had me explain how I got into a fight with my classmate, a fellow sixth grader who was known for bullying boys and picking on girls. That day, he tried to lift up my skirt and that was the final straw.

I hauled off and slugged him in the eye. He started crying and the other boys just ran off. The few girls around laughed at the boy because someone finally stood up to him. The girls suddenly wondered why they were so scared of a crybaby.

Needless to say, one of the teachers dragged me off to the principal’s office and another led the boy to the nurse’s office.

The (male) principal lectured me about fighting and called my mother. While waiting, I told him I’d do the same thing again if he tried anything against me. He shook his head and told me to watch myself. That’s exactly what I wanted to do!

On the drive to Aunt Dorothy’s, my mom said she was not mad at me and was actually proud that I stood up for myself. She said something about a double standard at school and said things were going to have to change.

Dorothy picked up the theme when she gathered all of us girls together in the living room. She used me as an example of how to deal with bullies. She said boys often acted out like that because they didn’t think us girls were equals.

“Really though, we aren’t equal,” she said and then paused before continuing “We’re better!”

We all cheered before she went on: “That’s why this is going to be a great summer. All of us will be staying at the family ranch for the whole month of July. We’ll celebrate all your birthdays and make sure you know what it means to be in charge of all boys, no matter how old they are.”

We had a lot of questions and she carefully tried to answer each one. We knew the ranch was used for adult education but didn’t know the details. That was going to change. When the June session ended, the male ranch hands (all three between 15 and 17) were going to stick around for some extra cash and help us learn.

Dorothy got serious and said we have to maintain proper control of ourselves and of the boys. We were going to see and do things that society deemed unnatural but she assured us it was quite normal.

Dorothy told us it was important to assert our own will over boys and to support other girls. We were in charge on the ranch and the boys had to obey our orders.

“Can we watch them take baths?” I asked.

“You can give them baths if you want,” she answered. “But you must maintain a proper attitude and that’s to remember you are more like babysitters. You’re in control, but there will be no shenanigans between girls and boys. Treat them like pets and care of them.”

We were really getting interested in what Dorothy was saying. She gave us confidence and helped alter our attitude into being strict with boys. She said boys really like to do what they’re told and if you maintain an air of authority. Speak with confidence and we’d be fine, no matter how old the boy is.

“Has anyone seen a boys’ penis?” Dorothy asked.

Tess and Joan raised their hands. Tess said she saw a boy get his swimsuit pulled off and he had to run around to get it back.

“It was all white and tiny,” said Tess. “I thought it was cute though, even if it looked a lot like a baby’s pee-pee.”

“I was in the park last year and, from behind a tree, watched a girl unbuckle a boys’ pants. She reached her hand in his underwear and pulled out this big thing. Then she put her mouth on it and it was gross, so I left.”

“Thank you for sharing that with us,” Dorothy said. “That does happen and I’m glad the girl was in charge and not the boy. Just remember that the penis has so special power and that you get to control it.”

That was the start of many lessons about how girls should treat boys.

The next day, we all piled into Dorothy’s van and drove to watch the boys play basketball. Each grade had its own team and we watched four games.

The final game was with eighth graders. I wouldn’t normally stay and watch but Aunt Dorothy wanted me to watch at least the warmups because that’s how you tell who the team leader is and it’s not someone who yells at people.

That’s how I noticed Jack for the first time. He stayed under the basket, grabbed rebounds and passed the ball to teammates. He kept saying stuff like “Great shot Joey.” “You’ll make it next time Tim” and “Stick with it buddy.”

He was the same during the game. He was the tallest player on the court and maybe the strongest. But he didn’t try to push or shove his way around. Instead, he passed the ball when someone was open. He could have just dribbled in and taken all the shots.

Our school won the game and then shook hands with everybody from the other team. Jack was first in line and he put his hand on everybody’s shoulder. He also led the cheer after the game and was surrounded by boys and girls. He talked to everybody and thanked them for being there.

When Jack was getting ready to leave, I walked up to him and told him he had a nice smile.

“Well, shucks, thank you for saying so. Do you go to school here?”

Yes, I told him and said I was in the sixth grade.

“That’s great. I enjoyed my sixth grade a lot. I’d probably like it even better if you were in my classes. Thanks for watching our game.”

An eighth-grade boy talked to me! I couldn’t believe it and wondered if I would ever talk to him again. Thanks to my mom, Aunt Dorothy and Aunt Helen, I did more than that.

End of Part I

Doing the unusual Part II

(Diane learns that it pays to show confidence and to make the first moves.)

The spring dance was two weeks away, although the idea of going was the furthest thing on my mind. It was close to the end of the school day when I saw Jack standing next to one of the posters advertising the dance. He was reading a book.

I took a deep breath and walked right up to him.

“Hey, Jack, how are you doing?”

“He looked a little bewildered at first, but then he recognized me.

“Hey, you’re the big basketball fan,” he said smiling. “I’m doing great. How are you doing, er, uh, what’s your name?”

“Diane,” I said. “It means ‘divine.’ She was the goddess of the moon.”

“Diane, what a great name,” he said. “I didn’t know it meant anything, but being divine is pretty cool. Isn’t ‘Wonder Woman’ also named Diane?”

“No, she’s Diana, but that’s pretty close if you want me to be Wonder Woman!”

He started laughing, and I could tell it wasn’t to make fun of me but to acknowledge my wittiness.

I pointed to the dance poster and asked Jac k if he’d ever been to one of them.

“Sure, I’ve been to all of them. It’s important for school spirit and I enjoy the atmosphere.”

“Do you bring your girlfriend?”

“What? Oh gosh, I don’t have a girlfriend. Besides, this is the kind of dance where you just show up. The girls stand on one side of the gym and the boys on the other before someone gets brave enough to ask a girl to dance.”

“Suppose a girl wanted to ask a boy?”

“I guess that’s OK, though I’ve never seen it happen.”

“So that means I can ask you to dance and you will?”

He did a little double take before responding. “You know I’m in the eighth grade, right? I mean, didn’t you say you’re a sixth grader?”

“What difference does that make? It’s just a dance.”

He looked a little nervous but quickly regained his poise. “I suppose I would then.”

“You are a good person Jack,” I said. “I’ll see you at the dance.”

I waved goodbye and saw him smiling.

Sessions with Aunt Dorothy went well because I was motivated. Even at age 11, I wondered what it would be like to have control over a boy. Dorothy thought I could accomplish anything.

My sister, Joan, who is eight, also seemed interested and sat in on some of my sessions. She’s pretty smart, holding an IQ of 141. When I took the same test in the third grade, I got a 117.

It wasn’t long before all the cousins were filled with curiosity and wanted to know more. Dorothy explained that she could lecture us for hours but that we needed practical experience, which would be at the ranch in July. For now, she was emphasizing Diane because of her interest in Jack.

“Maybe I’m interested in Jack too,” Joan spoke up.

“There’s too much of an age difference for you,” Dorothy said. “That won’t be the case later but five years at this point does no good.”

“Well, when can I be interested in Jack or someone his age?”

“I’d say you’ll be 12 years old.”

“That’s too long to wait.”

“You don’t have to wait. There are boys nearer your age you could practice on until then.”

Joan accepted the idea and I could tell things were whirling in her mind. The rest of us weren’t in a big hurry.

I wore a nice blue dress for the spring dance. I wasn’t going to waste any time either. As soon as I walked into the school gym, I saw Jack talking to a bunch of other eighth grade boys. I walked right up to them and addressed Jack.

“Hey Jack, you look swell tonight,” I said. (Where did I get ‘swell’ from?) “Are you ready to dance with me?”

His buddies started laughing, but Jack stayed calm. “Yes, Ma’am, as soon as the music starts.” He was so polite.

“OK, I’m going over to the punch bowl,” I said. “Come and get me when you’re ready.”

Jack took all the needling from his friends in good stride and I even overheard him say, “You’ve got to admire the bravado of that girl.”

And so, we danced, two fast songs and then a slow one. I just put my arms around his waist and hung on. He placed both hands on my back.

When it was over, he politely told me he had other commitments for dances. I glanced at where he pointed and saw four eighth grade girls checking us out. They smiled and giggled into their hands.

I made him promise for at least one more dance. Jack was busy the rest of the night, getting a lot of attention from a lot of girls from all three grades.

He asked me to dance for the second to last song of the evening. It was a slow one and he said he’d lead and then took one of my hands and put it on the side of his waist. He took the other hand and lifted it up in the air. He also put his hand on my waist. That’s how we danced. I didn’t understand the ‘I’ll lead’ part but it didn’t matter. I was happy.

End of Part II

Doing the Unusual Part III

(Joan takes over the narrative, with permission from Diane.)

I was happy for Diane, really. She’s my sister after all. I just didn’t think I needed to wait much longer.

Even in the third grade, I knew I could get Jack to do what I wanted him to do. I could read faster and understand things better than most people in my grade and probably his grade too.

I respect Aunt Dorothy and her authority, so I also knew I would have to slow down. Besides, I read that 13-year-old boys are immature and wouldn’t be seen with someone my age. In four years, he’ll be 17. I just hope Diane can keep him interested that long.

I did learn a few things about boys’ curiosity about girls’ bodies and of their own bodies. I also learned what that girl was doing in the park when she grabbed a guy’s peenie and put it in her mouth. It still grossed me out.

But now I wanted to see a few peenies up close. I want to show a girls’ curiosity is even bigger and better than a boy.

That’s how I decided on an anatomy project for the science fair. I started with the boys in my class. It was easy to get their cooperation. We got to use a special room, where no one else could enter and I told them the girls would go crazy over the pictures. They would become very popular.

At first, I just asked them to take pictures of their muscles. Then I added the chest. Then the legs. Finally, I had them pose like that sculpture of a man holding a globe on his shoulders. By then, they thought it would be cool to pose naked. I promised no one else would ever see those photos.

I learned a lot about boys’ anatomy, especially their cute little pennies. I didn’t know they could be soft and then get stiff. I watched them all run around the room and was taking as many pictures as I could.

I asked some of them to let me touch it and two boys said OK. I got really close and thought about that girl in the park. No way would I put that thing in my mouth. But touching it was cool. I felt it stiffened in my hand and the boy sighed like he just ate a chocolate cake.

The boys liked me because I could play basketball and baseball as good as them and sometimes got picked ahead of a lot of boys. We played together and I helped some of them with their homework.

It was a great day for me and my camera. I finished the project in less than two days. I created a cool looking display that had pictures of all 15 of the boys, with their muscle pictures next to a poster of how arm muscles flex, and then of the leg muscles and so on.

When I used the globe holding pictures, I cropped them all off at the belly button. I added a soundtrack with some of my favorite Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga songs. A lot of people, boys and girls, crowded around my exhibit and studied the pictures closely. Even some of the fourth and fifth graders came over from their section of the fair.

I’m proud of that first-place trophy sitting on my table and I thanked every boy for helping me win.

Later, when I was alone in my room, I thought about how I could try to get the older boys to pose for me. Maybe I could enter another science fair and would need more mature boys for the pictures. Now that was a nice thought.

End of Part III

Doing the Unusual Part IV

(Diane resumes the narrative.)

Joan made me promise not to read her chapter until she was in the fourth grade. She’s a little crazier than I am. I’m not as active.

Anyway, I made sure to see Jack nearly every day, just to say hello and to remind him I was around.

I watched a few of Jack’s baseball games after the next several weeks. He plays pitcher and shortstop (even though he’s the tallest player on the team) and sometimes comes in to pitch after playing shortstop.

He says he only has two speeds for his pitches: slow and slower. I’m not quite sure what he means by that because I only see one speed and it’s pretty fast to me.

I always tell him he played well, even when the team lost. He’s nice about it either way.

One day, he was talking to another girl his own age. He looked over at me a couple of times since I hadn’t said good game yet, but then the girl grabbed his arm and led him to a car. They both got in and an older teenager got behind the wheel; and drove off.

I’m only going to say that I was a little upset about it. He usually waits for me to say hello, at least.

The next day he apologized to me, saying everyone was in a big rush because of a party they were all going to.

“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked even before accepting his apology.

“Samantha? Oh no, she’s just a friend but I guess you could say we went to the party together.” he said. “She stayed with me for a long time and then went off with some of her girlfriends. I don’t see Sam that way.”

So, I told him it was fine. And that everything was okay.

“Can I do anything about Jack talking to other girls?” I asked Aunty Dorothy at one of our gatherings.

“Not really dear, since he’s older and will be headed to high school next year. You just need to be patient and remain friends as best as you can. Don’t talk about boyfriends and girlfriends. Just be firm when you speak with him. Speak with confidence. Ask about his schoolwork.”

By the time of the eighth-grade formal, I had learned Jack was a hard worker and had passing grades but he did have some trouble with math. I recognized some of his test questions but I wasn’t too good with math either.

Joan is the math wizard in our house. She gets 100 percent on all her math tests and has already read books that explain algebra. We don’t do algebra until high school!

I told Jack about her and how she helped me with my math homework. He politely turned down my offer of having her help.

“When I need it, I’ll see anybody who could help,” he said. “But if my friends heard I went to a third grader for help, well that just wouldn’t work out too well. But I’m really glad you thought of it. I do appreciate that.”

I didn’t push it and changed the subject. He said he was going to be playing with a traveling baseball team over the summer and won’t be around much. I tried, and mostly succeeded, in hiding my disappointment.

Then he told me he was escorting Sam to the formal. They were both in the ‘royal circle’ and will sit with the other couples at one table.

I had to bite my lip and I didn’t say much, just told him to have a good time. And then, almost as an afterthought, I said, “You know Jack, at some point you’re going to have a girlfriend and I hope you find somebody special. You deserve a girl who can take charge and support you.”

“Wow Diane, I haven’t thought much about a girlfriend,” he said. “That was really something what you said though and I know you’re right.”

“It doesn’t have to be someone your own age either,” I added. “There are older girls and even younger girls who might be good for you.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said. “Thanks for the advice. You’re a good friend.”

Of course, I was touched by what he said but I knew that I was going to be more than just his friend. I even think he knew that already. It was just going to take time.

Later in the year, I handed him a card for his graduation and included a card that read “Redeemable for one favor from me” with my signature. We laughed about it and I wished him well for his summer team.

That July was indeed a learning experience for all of us girls. I’m giving Joan one more chapter to finish her school year before I’ll tell you about what happened at the ranch.

End of Part IV

Doing the Unusual Part V

(Joan sees more than she expected in dealing with slightly older boys)

It was super easy to get both fourth grade and fifth grade boys to help me with my regional science fair project. It had to be different than my first project, which won the blue ribbon for my grade.

I’m eight years old and in the third grade in case you don’t remember from previous chapters. My learning ability, though, is better than most fifth graders so I can test well and I have a vocabulary to go with it. I just didn’t realize how precocious 10-year-old boys are when given some freedom.

I told them I wanted to videotape them running and throwing a ball. I added they had to be completely naked. One or two of them complained but everybody stripped off their clothes inside our private room and were ready to go. It wasn’t a big room and that meant they couldn’t run very far.

I asked them to line up and that’s when it hit me. I’m the only girl in a room full of naked boys. I felt like a queen and the boys were my worker bees. I felt I could make them do anything.

I got them to raise their arms above their heads like they were being arrested. Then I went around and got a closer look at their peenies. Many of them were a little bigger than the boys my age. I touched a couple of them and they went boing and got even bigger.

Don’t ask me why the boys let me do what I wanted, since I haven’t even started filming yet. I think they were just showing off.

I set up my camera and had them run by with their hands pumping like they were running a race. I wanted to run the film in slow motion in a long loop.

After running, they didn’t bother to get dressed and they each took turns throwing a ball to the other side of the room. I went close up on their arms to get the jiggling of their muscles.

When we were through, a few of the fifth graders said I should film them outside in the park. I thought that would be a good idea, even if they were wearing at least some shorts.

Nope, they wanted to do it naked. So we walked over to the park, five boys in T-shirts and shorts and me carrying my camera on a tripod.

We got to the baseball field in the corner, the one used by third graders where the bases are closer together. They said I should film from the pitcher’s mound so that’s where I set up.

The boys threw their clothes off, not even worrying about the handful of kids in the area who had stopped playing on the slide and came over to watch.

They started asking questions and I told them I was filming and everybody had to be quiet. So, the boys ran from home plate through first base twice each and then threw a baseball from home plate to second base, over my head.

I got a lot of good footage and was able to put together a cool exhibit. No one ever saw the raw footage but word got around at the school of what I was doing. I had to explain to the principal what I was doing. I told him I would bring in the finished project and let him watch. If it was too much, I’d withdraw from the competition.

The film I turned in for the principal, called “Body in Motion,” were close-ups of bare feet, bare legs and bare arms and nothing else, not even faces. It was all in slow motion and set to the music of a movie about running in the Olympics.

The film looped on a computer screen on the table of my display, which also included drawings of muscles and how they worked inside the body.

I only placed third in the competition and got a green ribbon. Some of the boys wanted to go it again for the next time but school was almost out and I had to get ready for a month at the ranch.

(Psst. Don’t tell anyone but I did show the raw footage to Joyce and Stacie. We all got a thrill from seeing naked boys running around, especially on the ballfield. It got really real at the ranch.)

End of Part V

Doing the Unusual Part VI

(Diane describes the girl’s first day on the ranch.)

Our mother, Ethel, explained to me and Joan what to expect when we arrive at the ranch, about a four-hour drive from our homes. I’m sure Aunts Dorothy and Helen explained it all to Tess and Joyce and Leslie and Stacie.

My mom was already at the ranch and had been for a week or so getting things ready. She said the boys, Bennie, Clem and Bobcat, were excited about our visit, even though they were 16, 16 and 17, respectively, and we were either 11 or 8.

All six of our birthdays were coming up though, so I guess 12 is more mature than 11. I suppose 9 is OK too.

Mom said the boys were dressed for their chores in the afternoon and naked when guests arrived for afternoon and evening sessions. She changed things for our trip and the boys will spend the entire month naked. It will be nice to get a little preview of what Jack might look like.

The boys would complete their chores in the morning, under the supervision of the three younger sisters. The boys would then make and serve us breakfast before getting ready for the entertainment portion of the day. After lunch, prepared by the aunts, the three boys would continue to complete tasks until it was time to report to the 11-year-old girls, who would be in charge of them until bedtime.

The older girls would get a daily lesson on how to handle the boys. The younger girls received a few instructions, though it was mostly a supervision role.

The boys knew they had to obey every order given them by a female. My mom said it would be the first time they had to answer girls younger than them. So, it was important to understand who was in control.

Aunt Dorothy used her van to drive us there. We had all kinds of questions for her and Aunt Helen about the ranch and about the boys. They were generous in explaining what to expect and how to properly care for the boys, for whom it was also a learning experience.

She made us aware this was only practice and that in future years we would work with our boyfriends. That made us all laugh. None of us had boyfriends yet, though I planned to have Jack when I was a freshman in high school. But that was three years away.

When we arrived at the ranch, my mom was waiting for us. We stopped near a big barbeque pit. The three naked boys were standing in a line next to her, hands cupped behind their hands and their heads turned to the van. They must have been excited since they all had boners.

Mom greeted us all warmly and then introduced us to the boys, who looked shocked by our appearance, even when they knew we were coming. My mom explained that she may have forgotten to tell them our age. The boys were used to working with older ladies.

“But they all understand it doesn’t matter what age the female is, she is to be obeyed,” said my mom. She stared at the boys, who instantly nodded their heads in agreement.

“Diane and Joan, this is Bennie. You’re in charge of him from this moment on. Joan, you’ll be his trainer. I didn’t think babysitter was appropriate. Diane, you are his owner. I thought boyfriend was too much.”

And so it went as Tess and Joyce were introduced to Clem and Leslie and Stacie became acquainted with Bobcat.

Each boy led a pair of girls to a seat at the outdoor table. Then they started the fire in the pit and cooked us hamburgers.

We all went over the rules for the month, which included the boys’ sleeping quarters moved from the house to tents outside, just down a trail from the pit.

It was going to be an interesting month. I couldn’t wait.

End of Part VI

Doing the Unusual Part VII

(Joan relates her adventures from the first few days of the month.)

I just read Diane’s chapter and I fully agree that none of us could wait.

Me, Joyce and Stacie were up at 6 a.m. and we tried to be quiet when we went out to the boys’ tents. We were up half the night talking about how we were in charge of boys nearly twice our age. In fact, Stacie’s boy was already 17, nine years older!

But my mom assured us they will obey us even if we seem uneasy at first. She said the boys knew what would happen if they broke a rule.

After being introduced to them by name the previous evening, we were instructed to only address them as “boy” so they knew who was in charge. The more we talked about it (I mean us girls) the more it sounded like the coolest thing in the world. Since we didn’t have brothers, the boys were filling that role. We thought of them as “younger” brothers and we were their babysitters/trainers.

We each had a list of chores for the boys to perform before they made breakfast for us. They all had to help bring in the horses from pasture and groom them. I took an interest in how the boys rounded up the horses. They made clicking noises and clapped their hands and got the horses into the fenced area.

Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I want to tell you everything all at once. It was the greatest thing to see how embarrassed they all were having to be naked in front of us 8-year-olds. My boy had the biggest peenie I’d ever seen and you guys know I’ve seen a lot of them.

Anyway, back to getting them out of bed. I just walked into mu boys’ tent and shook his shoulders, saying it was time to rise and shine. We each had a crop to use to tap them if they hesitated. I didn’t hit him very hard but he got out of his sleeping bag quickly. He stood up and almost tried to hide his peenie from me, but he avoided breaking a rule by putting his hands behind his back and stood at attention. His peenie was also at attention, and I mean it was big. I brought a ruler the next day and he measured seven inches.

Joyce and Stacie each had to use their crops when their boys put their hands in front to hide their hard peenies. That meant they got to spank them for breaking the rule. It was a lot of fun to see them wiggling across my cousins’ laps and getting slapped with their bare hands. My boy stood there with his hands on top of his head.

Afterward, we allowed the boys to drink out of the trough before heading out to the field. We wiped off their faces and then escorted them to handle the horses. We jumped on top of the wood fences of the corral and watched the boys. They were very entertaining, but, more importantly, they were following our orders.

Boys sure act differently when they get older. At school, no one cared about who saw them naked. My mom told me later that was because when they’re younger and don’t know any better. As boys get older, though, they become self-conscious about their bodies and try to hide them, especially if the girl is so much younger. She said it humiliated the boys to have to be naked in front of us and that was a good thing to reinforce that girls, no matter how young, are in charge.

The boys each wiped down their horses while we gave the horses sugar cubes and petted them.

The next chore was to clean out the horses’ stalls. That was a nasty job, having to get so much horse dung out and then rearrange the hay. We got to hose the boys down afterward. That was fun.

In the past, the boys would have milked cows and collected eggs from the chicken coop. My mom sold out her cows and chickens because they were too much trouble. She said she might get more in a few years.

We guided the boys to the kitchen door and then left them alone to fix breakfast. The nine cousins and aunts sat at a long table and the boys came by to serve us orange juice, scrambled eggs and French toast. They all stood, at attention, behind our older sisters.

Afterward, it was time for relaxing and having fun. My mom said it would be a special surprise.

The boys cleaned up and ate their own breakfast as we all got into equine uniforms and then walked out to a track where horses would be trained to run fast. That’s when we got our surprise.

All three boys were made up to look like horses, with ears and a bit with reins extending several feet behind them. The best part was they were still naked, except for sneakers. They were each attached to a buggy when they came onto the racecourse.

My mom said it was much more fun for us when the boys did the racing and we rode in the buggy.

I pulled my boy to the starting line. I went to the front so he could see me and I told him to take it easy and not go fast. He nodded like a horse. I giggled at that. I was beginning to think I could get used to this.

I jumped into the buggy, grabbed the reins, whipped them and said “Giddy-Up!”

When we finished the lap, I gave him a sugar cube, which he took with his teeth right out of my hand. It tickled.

Then it was Joyce’s turn and she was a little rougher with her boy. She made him sprint a few yards every now and then. But Joyce also gave him a sugar cane and let him drink out of a barrel she held.

Stacie took her turn and then Diane, Tess and Leslie took turns. Even the aunts took a turn.

No wonder the boys were in good shape. They had quite a workout after doing morning chores.

Sandwiches, chips and sodas were already prepared. We each had to hand feed our boy and then wiped their faces clean.

In the afternoon, we had the boys do odd jobs around the ranch, like repairing broken fences, visiting the horses and other things that needed to be done. There’s a lot to do on the ranch.

The boys fixed us dinner and then we had free time. The boys went with their “owners” for an evening session.

And I got to do that every day for a month!

End of Part VII

Doing the Unusual Part VIII

(Diane remembers her first summer on the ranch.)

We were all warned about the possibility of forming some kind of bond with our boys. After all, each of them were going to be trained by two girls every day for a month.

Our aunts explained this was only practice for us and we were not allowed to feel anything toward them and all six of us were constantly checking in with them.

I know I started feeling something toward Bennie, because he was the first boy I’d ever seen naked for any extended period of time. But with my aunt’s help, I redirected those feelings toward Jack, who was my main target. He was going to be a freshman in high school while I was starting seventh grade.

My main objective was to maintain complete control of Bennie, who turned out to be quite loyal and obedient. We developed rituals to follow, which included him on his knees to my right, and slightly behind, whenever he was not doing anything else.

The rituals were achieved over time, as we spent two consecutive hours privately with our boys every evening. Tess and Leslie got into their roles quickly and had their boys running around. I wanted to take it slowly and so I devised several mantras for Bennie to repeat every night. He also had to kneel, with his nose to the wall and hands on his head, for 30 minutes before bed thinking only of how he could serve me better. He had a journal to record his thoughts and feelings. I could read it any time I wanted.

The boys daily schedule was full, while the girls each free time, either before lunch or after dinner. It was certainly fun for us, since we got to tell them to do whatever we wanted and they had to obey.

That was our introduction to femdom and female-led relationships. I think Joyce and Stacie didn’t take their roles, but Joan was really serious. Tess, Leslie and myself were serious students and wanted to learn everything we could so that we were the head of our households when the time came. Even at 11, I knew I was an alpha (my mom told me what that meant).

I wasn’t 11 for long. I turned 12 on the ranch a week into our journey. Tess and Leslie turned 12 later in the month, while Joan, Joyce and Stacie all turned nine in July. My aunts said it was designed that way. They must have known something before we were all born.

Our time with the boys would look boring from the outside. That’s why I told you about them having to be naked all the time and had to kneel when they were around us or doing their mantras and thinking about serving us. That’s really the best thing anyway. We mostly just gave them assignments and made them memorize mantras. There was a lot of quiet time.

One of the things I enjoyed was using Bennie as a footstone while I got some reading done. He was fidgety at first but learned to be very still. Tess liked to send her boy out to kitchen for snacks, making sure either our sisters or our aunts would see him. Leslie liked her boy to hold a lamp for her to read or do puzzles.

After the month was over, we never saw Clem or Bobcat again. Bennie came back for a couple more years. That was before Jack became my boyfriend.

I just wanted to mention that I think all girls should own their own boys. The world would be a better place and maybe there wouldn’t be less fighting. Just keep that in mind. The female is the future and we rule!

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