SpyWare III

SpyWare III
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Disclaimer: This story mentions a discussion board known as FemNet. There are several domains in cyberspace with this name as part of their name (It's also for sale). The FemNet discussion board in this story is totally fictitious and has no connection whatsoever with any real domain, site or discussion board.

Spyware III

The girls left giggling and tittering as they took their bathing-suit-clad bodies back out to bright sunshine and the pool. I looked at the screen. There, frozen on the display was an image of me, naked, hand still on erect penis and covered with my own cum. Oh, how good I felt when I did that! Of course I didn't know at the time that the girls were catching it all in a file to be ogled over by them and then later reviewed by my mom. Now that moment of pleasure was looking back at me as one of too many moments of shame that was in my Cousin Sarah's collection. Now she wanted me to produce more for her.

I sat there numb and noticed when the display changed. My game was back ready to be logged into. I just didn't feel like playing. I turned off the computer, slumped into the den and tried to watch TV. The splashing and the girlish shouting and laughing from the pool made it difficult to concentrate on the program. Done with humiliating me, the girls went on to other pleasurable pursuits, my shameful performance tossed aside like an old doll they got tired playing with for the moment, but would pick up again when they got bored. To them it seemed a trifle. To me it was everything.

My mom and aunt came back from their tennis game. "You did a great job on the bushes," Aunt Rachael said. "Here's your money." I managed to mumble a thanks. Turning to my mom, she said, "See you next week, Robin. Don't forget, the chat's been moved to 2:30 so you better hurry if you're going to make it."

If it were at all possible, I felt worse riding back from my aunt's house than I had riding over. I had almost gotten over my original humiliation but being forced to relive it over again by Sarah in the physical presence of her friends made it impossible to forget. Sitting in the car with nothing to do made it even worse. With nothing else to concentrate on, my mind kept on playing the events over and over. It was like a movie that played itself continuously, and I couldn't turn it off. I could see my cousin's face as she lectured me. I could see the sadistic joy on the other girls faces as they watched the movies of me masturbating on the computer.

I remembered my cousin telling me something about my computer. When I got home I went up to my room and turned it on, trying to remember what I was supposed to do. I didn't have to wonder long. My cousin must have been waiting for me, because as soon as I logged on, things started happening.

I sat there as windows opened and closed of their own accord. I eventually wound up with a browser that had the usual controls, but was colored pink and had flower decorations – a final humiliating touch from my cousin. Then I got an email explaining how to submit web sites for her approval. If she did not approve a site, the browser would simply refuse to go there.

Mom was apparently eager to get on her computer too as she disappeared into her den as soon as she finished her shower. She must have gone to attend the chat my aunt told her about.

I went to the web site provided by Sarah to submit a list for my cousin's approval. She had already populated the list with a number of sites she decided it was good for me to see. At the top of the list was Nialos Leaning's site. She indicated that this site had the kind of stories I should read and in fact, she would assign me reading assignments from the site and require me to do "book reports" on them. I looked the list of sites over, made my additions and went down to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. As I passed by the closed door, I could hear mom clicking away at her computer.

By the time I got back, I noticed that Sarah had approved about half of the sites I proposed. It was rather generous of her, I thought. It was very frustrating to look at all the pictures and read all the stories and not be able to do anything about it. Mom could pop into my room at any moment. I was getting hard, hot and horny with no prospect of relief. I eventually gave up and went in search of a ball game on TV.

Later that evening, there was an email from Sarah. Prior to today, she had never emailed me before, but I figured that with our new relationship, I would soon be getting frequent instructions from her. I wasn't willing to open it up to see what she had to say, but I knew she'd get me into some kind of trouble if I didn't.

She started like this, "Dear Cousin, we had a good discussion on FemNet today. I think you'll find the following discussion interesting." She had copied and pasted the contents of the chat session into the email.

GirlGeek logged in:

GirlGeek: "Hi"

"UGogirl: "Hi"

TennisMom: "Hello, GirlGeek"

Penny4U: "Hi GirlGeek"

BarbG: "Welcome"

RRobin: "Glad you could make it."

UGoGirl: "We just got started. I've asked Penny to join us. She's having the same kind of problem with her son that RRobin was having with hers. She's wondering how to deal with his constant masturbation. RR, why don't you start from the beginning."

RRobin: "Well, it all started last year. I started to notice that there were unusual stains in my son's laundry. I asked TennisMom – she's my sister about them."

RRobin: "She told me what they were. I wondered how she knew. She has one daughter and no sons. We didn't have any brothers as we grew up. She told me she learned about them here and got me an account."

RRobin: "I was concerned that my son was also using my computer to visit pornographic sites and asked her if she had any ideas."

UGoGirl: "I had the same problem with my husband. They never really grow up."

BarbG: "Don't all men do it?"

Penny4U: "You mean my son isn't alone?"

BarbG: "It would be unusual if your son didn't do it. All boys do it."

Penny4U: "So what do I do?"

RRobin: "I had the same question. I got my answer here. UGoGirl had someone put in a surveillance camera in the room with her home computer so she could watch her hubby whenever she wanted."

UGoGirl: Tee-Hee. I can watch him anytime I want. I call him up from work. The girls in the office really enjoy his shows.

RRobin: "I needed privacy so I could do my own things on the computer. So I wanted to get my own computer and give my old one to Steven."

TennisMom: "I had a spare one, so I gave it to her."

RRobin: "This made my problem worse. If Steven had a computer in his room, then he would be free to masturbate all the time. So I needed a security camera like GoGirl has."

TennisMom: "My daughter is a computer wiz. She agreed to set one up."

RRobin: "We had the usual controls on the system, but according to what other women tell me here, it's only a matter of time before men and boys figure out ways around them."

RRobin: "It turns out that my son was masturbating almost every time he was at the computer. He had dozens of sites he would go to every day. He tried to erase his tracks by clearing his browser, but I had the logs to show everywhere he went."

Penny4U: "You can see that on a camera?"

RRobin: "No, my niece set something up so we could see everything he did both on the computer and while sitting at the computer. It logged all his keystrokes so not only do we know where he's been, we know all of his account names and passwords."

Penny4U: "We?"

RRobin: "Me and my sister and her daughter."

Penny4U: "Daughter? How old is the girl?"

TennisMom: "She's 12, but she's a very mature 12."

Penny4U: "Do you think that this is a good idea? I mean how did she react?"

TennisMom: "She's taking it rather well. I can see she gets excited looking over the files with my sister and me, but she's OK with it. We really don't have a choice. Neither my sister nor I know much about computers."

BarbG: "I have an 11-year-old daughter. I was wondering about when to tell her the true 'facts of life.' I mean there's sex and then there's what we do with our men."

GirlGeek: "Girls are going to come across pornographic sites sooner or later. Some of them will show male masturbation Girls are going to be confronted with boys who they will catch masturbating or will masturbate for them."

GirlGeek: "What you are doing is actually a good thing. It's important that your daughter and her friends experience this together with you. You are there to put what they are seeing into proper perspective."

Penny4U: "How many girls are in on this?"

TennisMom: "Just my daughter and three of her very close friends. Their moms are OK with this too. It was GG's idea."

GirlGeek: "There's no way that such a momentous event is going to be kept secret among girls of that age. Having the girls' moms in on it is important. This way the girls can participate without feeling guilt. Also, being able to share the experience will make the girls more comfortable with the situation."

BarbG: "Oh my. I never realized. Do you think my daughter already knows more than I think she does?"

GirlGeek: "Barb, I'm almost sure of it. Which is why you need to be on 'her side' on this issue so she feels free to talk to you about it. We can talk about it off line. Drop me a line after the chat."

Penny4U: "I'd like to talk to you about my son too."

GirlGeek: "OK. Anyone here who wants to talk further can contact me. We may even set up other chats to talk about your sons and daughters cases. It's RR's turn now. RR please continue."

RRachael: "Thank you, GG. We reviewed the logs and the pictures and were able to track Steven's masturbation habits. I got sick looking at the types of places my son was visiting and how frequently he was masturbating."

RRachael: "GG suggested that I confront him about it and see what his reaction would be. I knew that he masturbated every day before I got home from work so I got my niece to confirm he was on line and I left work early and caught him in the act."

RRachael: "Since then he's cleaned up his act. In fact, he hasn't logged onto his computer since."

UGoGirl: "How do you know he hasn't taken his activities somewhere else?"

RRachael: "I don't. That's why I need to investigate those chastity devices so many of the women here rave about."

UGoGirl: "A lot of us women have our guys locked up in one of those things. I have two for my Barry."

Penny4U: "The male chastity board is my most favorite part of this site. I'm thinking of getting one for my son."

GirlGeek: "Be careful what you do with those things."

RRachael: "What do you mean?"

UGoGirl: "How are you going to control him if you don't lock him up?"

GirlGeek: "I mean don't overdo it. Be careful how long you lock him up and how often you let him out for release."

RRachael: "I don't get it."

GirlGeek: "Those things were invented hundreds of years ago when people thought that masturbation made you insane. Moms put them on their boys at night so they couldn't masturbate. They do more harm than good if a boy is forced to wear one for too much at one time."

RRachael: "So what do we do?"

GirlGeek: "Studies show that masturbation is perfectly normal for a boy of your son's age. They also show that long term masturbation denial may cause psychological problems if it is forced on the boy. However, too frequent masturbation can be equally as harmful. If a boy is as obsessed with masturbation as your son seems to be, some sort of control may be needed."

RRachael: "What kind of control?"

GirlGeek: "Your son should be allowed to masturbate, but on a pre-determined schedule that you decide and not just when he wants. You need to be there to control it to make sure that he's not masturbating to the wrong kinds of fantasies."

RRachael: "I don't understand."

GirlGeek: "I mean that he is now doing it to pornography that degrades women and girls. This starts a cycle of reinforcement that degradation of women and girls is sexually satisfying. See the dirty picture – ejaculate. Like Pavlov and his dogs, the boy gets to associate the degradation of women with sexual pleasure. We need to break this cycle. When he masturbates, it needs to be in a way that reflects positively on females. So take the device off only when he is in a female controlled environment."

RRachael: "What do you mean by female controlled environment?"

GirlGeek: "Just that. Don't let him out unless there are women and girls around to supervise him."

RRachael: "Oh."

GirlGeek: "Men and boys think that owning a penis makes some something special. There is a certain attachment that they have to this organ that does not have a counterpart in the female psyche. They need to learn that a penis is not a special thing."

GirlGeek: "One of the best ways to knock the male ego down a peg or two and de-glorify the penis is to expose them to fully clothed females. Boys have no need for modesty. In fact, it's bad for them. It leads them to believe that they are something special because they have something special."

GirlGeek: "Also you need to keep a log of his masturbations so you can monitor how often he does it. The right amount of masturbation varies from boy to boy and even depends on circumstances. For example, it may be OK to allow him to masturbate more frequently during times of stress."

RRachael: "How often is enough?"

GirlGeek: "For starters you could try letting him out twice a week and see how it goes from there. Also you'll need to check him every day to make sure the device isn't harming him and that he can get himself clean."

RRachael: "This sounds like a lot of work."

GirlGeek: "It is, but your son's sexual health is at stake. You don't have to do it alone. Enlist the help of other females in your family or friends to help you out."

RRachael "What do you mean?

"GirlGeek: "Male nudity is also good for your daughter and the other girls involved. As long as they are prepared for what they see, having boys naked for them and masturbating for them develops their self esteem with regards to the male sex .You are ahead of things in this respect. The girls have already seen the movies of your son masturbating. They'll know what they will see."

GeekGirl: "The fact that the girls are younger than the boys enforces this concept for both sexes. The boys may accept nudity in the presence of older female authority figures such as their moms, doctors, and even babysitters since they have a measure of legitimate authority over them. Having them naked in front of peers or younger girls strips them entirely over this concept of modesty."

GeekGirl: "For the girls there is the benefit of realizing that she reason she is in charge is because she is a girl, and not because she is older than the boy. Her femininity grants her the right to see the boy naked and to be in control of him."

TennisMom: "Well, the girls have seen my nephew naked and masturbating on the computer."

GeekGirl: "That's a very good thing, but being in the physical presence of the girls will be of much greater benefit to both your daughter and her friends and your nephew. It personalizes the experience more than the computer can."

TennisMom: "I never thought of that."

GirlGeek: "It's important to emphasize that the girls are in charge. You can be with them when they start, but your presence diminishes their authority. Your nephew needs to learn that the girls are deriving their power form their natural femininity and not from you."

GirlGeek: "It's also important to let your girls experiment with his penis. This goes along with the concept of de-glorifying the penis. They should be allowed to touch him and play with it. This diminishes the boy's concept that he owns something special. How can it be special if the girls are allowed to play with it as if it were nothing more than another one of their toys? It will give your girls the confidence they'll need to compete in a man's world."

RRobbin: "But she's his cousin. Isn't that incest?"

GirlGeek: "Not at all. It's just masturbation. It's important that your niece and the other girls remain totally clothed at all times. When your son gets older, he will have a proper attitude towards women and when he's ready for a mature relationship, his partner may agree to let him see her naked. That's probably a number of years off. What's important is that the training your niece and the other girls give him now will prepare him to have a mature relationship in the future."

RRobin: "So what kind of a device do you think I should get him?"

UGoGirl: "Oh honey, don't ask that question on this board. You'll get more answers than you can shake a penis at."

GirlGeek: "I'll send you some ideas in an email."

RRobin: "Sis, what do you think?"

TennisMom: "I don't know. Why don't we meet for lunch on Monday and talk about it."

RRobin: "It's a date."

The transcript ended here and Sarah picked up her comments again.

"There was a lot more chat, but it was mostly Penny wanting to know what to do with her son. I got to go now and look up male chastity devices on the web. Phew, it's tough coming up with all that fancy talk. Gives me a headache."

Reading it gave me a stomach ache. How could these women talk about me like this? My own mother too. I couldn't believe the line of BS Sarah came up with. And those women bought it.

Sarah promised me no chastity devices. She betrayed me.

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I didn't get a chance to masturbate since it was the weekend. I was looking forward to Monday afternoon even though I knew my cousin and her friends would be watching. Hormones were beginning to overtake modesty. So I was disappointed when I came home from school and found my mom already there having tea with Aunt Rachael and Sarah. Sarah was still in her school uniform; my aunt must have picked her up straight from school. The sight of her in it crisply snapped my brain back to the moment of my ultimate humiliation.

"Come sit," my mother beckoned, "Do you want some tea?"

"No thanks," I said despondently. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to like the conversation that was about to take place.

"We have to talk about something important," mom began. "It's your masturbation habit."

I blushed and looked at my aunt and my cousin. Sarah sat there with a subtle smirk on her face. I began to protest, "Not with them here. Please?"

"Yes with them here. This issue concerns them as well." Mom continued, "I've consulted a psychologist about this and she made some rather stern recommendations."

"Yeah mom, I know," I thought, "I know exactly with whom you've consulted." But if I told her, she'd never believe it.

"For your own good, we're going to have to put you in a chastity restraint."

"No mom!" I managed to yell.

"I'm sorry Steven, this is for your own good. You've been masturbating so much that it's a miracle you haven't pulled your penis clean off."

"Your aunt and your cousin are here because they are part of the program we developed for you. First we are taking you shopping to get the chastity device. Then we are going to have dinner."

"Mom, don't lock me up!" I pleaded, "I'll be good. I haven't touched myself since you … you know."

"I do know. Sarah's logs show that, but I can't believe you aren't doing it somewhere else."

"I haven't mom! I swear."

My mom was unmoved and looked at me sternly. "Look, your aunt and I talked to the doctor about this and she's not the devil you think she is. You will be allowed to masturbate twice a week."

"Oh gee, thanks a lot, mom," I said showing all the sarcasm that my anger warranted.

"Keep it up and you won't be able to get it up," mom threatened with a pun. "You're going to enter into this training. The doctor says it may only be temporary until you can learn to control yourself. If you don't respond, the other option is chemical therapy that will leave you limp no matter what you do to it. Do you want that?"

"No, mom."

"Then you'll just have to go along with this and do so without a smart mouth."

"Yes, mom," I said meekly.

"Now the first thing we're going to have to do is measure you to make sure we get the right size device. Get undressed."

"Here? Now?"

"Yes, here and now. We're going shopping right after this and that ought to take a while. Then we still have to eat, and I'd rather not be doing that too late. It is a school night after all, and you'll have homework to do."

I got up, but didn't move.

"Oh come now, Peter James, we've all seen you. You have no secrets in that regard. We've seen the silly things you've done with that penis. All we're going to do is measure it. Aunt Rachel is a seamstress and knows how to measure so she will do the honors."

I got undressed with no great enthusiasm. I just stood there hands limp and my side and penis limp in front of me.

Aunt Rachael got her tape measure out and stretched it out along my penis. "Looks like about 3 inches even." Sarah gave out a little giggle. Her mom turned to her, "Shh! That's not polite." My aunt also measured around the circumference.

She stood back and announced, "Now for the other measurement."

"Other measurement?" I thought.

My aunt must have been reading my mind, "You know, with an erection. You can have one, I know; I've seen it as well as everyone else here. So do what you have to do to make it happen."

I felt funny doing it standing up, but I took my hand and fumbled with my penis. With two women looking at me (a mom and an aunt no less) it just didn't feel right. Sarah was all eyes and I had mixed feelings about her. On the one hand I resented the power she had over me, but there was something in the thought that she was responsible for this set up that also made it exciting.

With considerably more time and effort than I normally had to put into it, I did manage to get my erection. My aunt smiled and nodded, "Six and a quarter inches. Quite impressive," Aunt Rachael announced. Sarah actually clapped her hands together. Mom and my aunt looked at her and smiled.

"Go get dressed boy," mom commanded. "We'll leave as soon as you have your clothes on."

"Where are we going," my aunt asked my mother as we sped off in the car with Sarah and me in the back seat.

"It's a place called 'Discretion.' GirlGeek recommended it. I didn't want to order over the internet since I think I'll need help with the purchase, and I certainly didn't want to go to some seedy place. The doctor is such a darling. She said that this was a woman-friendly shop."

The place certainly did look reputable as we pulled up. It looked like a women's lingerie shop, which it was exactly – up front. Even in the best of times, I would pay good money to be let out of a place like this. It is not a fit place for man or beast or boy.

Mom led us inside. Sarah immediately went to look at some underwear – panties actually as my mom found a sales clerk. She had a muted conversation with the girl who simply smiled and pointed to the back of the store. Mom looked back at us and said, "Come on girls. Ooops, you too Peter."

When we got towards the back there was a small sign that said "Adults Only" next to a screened door. My mom and my aunt went it. Mom poked her head back out and said, "Sarah, watch Peter. Make sure he doesn't get in trouble."

Once they disappeared I had the opportunity to ask the question that was on my mind, "OK 'doctor,' how did you know about this place?"

Sarah giggled and pretended to look at a nightgown. She picked it off the rack and held it against her body. For a fleeting moment I had a picture of her in it. It would have looked nice on her if what I saw of her in her bathing suit was any indication. I hated to admit it but she was making me hard.

She finally managed to smile at me and said, "Give me credit, cousin. It was networking. It was a matter of going out there and asking some women who knew other women, and you'd be surprised how fast you can find someone who knows exactly what you need. This place comes highly recommended. It caters to women, not dirty old men in trench coats. I even got to chat with the owner and talked to her about your case."

"My case? You're taking this too far! You're not a doctor."

"I know," she admitted sheepishly, "But it feels so good when these women look up to me for answers. It's forced me to do a lot of research. There's a lot of stuff out there. Some of it's dirty -- a lot of it is dirty. But there's good stuff out there too. I get a lot of mileage out of the phrase 'Studies show…' You'd be surprised how the women just eat that up."

"What about the other girls?"

"You mean Diana, Wendy and Jenny? Oh come on. You think boys are the only ones who think of sex? They're just in this for the fun; you know, a 'free peek.' We girls are curious too! I think they get off on the idea that we can see you any time we want. The fact that they actually know you and you're not some anonymous dick on the internet makes it even better."

"Well, it's not better for me."

"Oh don't take it that way. The girls actually like you. I think Diana is sweet on you, but she's too shy to admit it."

"Shy? You call all that catcalling and ogling over my masturbation being shy?"

"That's different. We're just a bunch of girls having fun. I mean it just seems more fun to do it together with other girls. I really can't explain it."

"So what happens now?"

"My mom and your mom are going to buy a chastity device for you."

I blushed as I realized that we were speaking loud enough to be overheard by some of the other customers who cast us some uncomfortable glances. As the sole male in the shop, I was already drawing more attention than I wanted. I dropped my voice to a whisper. "How could you do that to me? I thought you said that you would convince them not to use one on me."

"I said I'd try. You saw the transcript. It was touch-and-go. You should see the rest of the site. Those women are out for blood. They almost always vote to lock the poor bastard up and throw away the key. You're lucky I negotiated your release at least two times a week. Be good and behave yourself and I'll see what I can do to increase that. No promises. Piss me off and I will have them lock you up until you're out of college. That, cousin, IS a promise."

"OK, OK, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Well, now you do know. How about a 'Thank you Cousin Sarah for looking out for me?' You could show me a little respect."

Now it was my turn to be mildly sarcastic, "Thank you Cousin Sarah for looking out for me."

"What was that all about?" Mom said. We hadn't noticed that she had stuck her head out of the door.

"Oh nothing, Aunt Robin. Peter was just being nice to me."

"Well, I'm glad to see you two getting along for a change. Come with me."

"Can we? I mean the sign says …"

"I know what it says, Peter. It's OK, the coast is clear."

I slid behind the curtain timidly. I could feel Sarah's hand on my back; it was trembling.

I was not prepared for what I saw. There were handcuffs, paddles and whips and penises with straps on them and all kinds of other stuff all over the place.

"I presume that this is the boy we are talking about," a voice announced. "And this must be Sarah."

I turned to look at the owner of the voice and found it came from a very attractive 20-something woman.

"Peter, Sarah," my mom said, "this is Debbie. She'll be taking care of Peter's fitting." Mom said this as calmly as if she was talking about a tailor who was going to measure me for a suit.

Sarah extended her hand and said, "Pleased to meet you Debbie."

My eloquence was limited to, "But …"

"Oh don't worry about it. Peter. I do this all the time. You'll be surprised how many moms want their young men locked up. It's no concern of mine. She's your mother and she can do what she wants with you. I'm just here to make sure you get a good fit. Let's see what we have to work with, shall we? Come this way."

I was dumbfounded.

Debbie took my hand and led me to a door that said, "Employees Only." My mom, aunt and cousin followed.

It was a small room and a little crowded with the 5 of us in there. Mirrors were on each wall and the ceiling. Debbie pulled a step stool from the corner to the center of the room and said, "Get up."

I did as I was told and she continued, "There. That's better. Now we don't have to bend down for your fitting." I still didn't comprehend what was to come next; not until she said, "Well are you going to stand there like a statue, or are you going to pull your pants down?"

I still didn't respond, so she turned and said to the rest of the group, "Any of you want to do it? How about you?" she said looking straight at Sarah, "Do you want to pull his pants down?"

Sarah looked at her mom and then mine. She didn't say a thing, but got positive nods in return.

Debbie winked at the women, "I find that sisters really enjoy doing this to their brothers."

"I'm not his sister, I'm his cousin."

"Makes no difference to me. Things like this are hard to keep a secret. You were going to find out soon enough. Most girls in the family find out sooner or later."

My aunt looked at my mom. Mom said, "How about it Sarah, do you want to do it? You've seen all there is to see anyway."

Sarah calmly smiled, licked her lip, looked me in the eye and said, "OK mommy, I'd really like to do that."

Debbie suggested, "Peter put your hands on your head and look straight ahead. Don't move. Sarah, he's all yours."

Sarah undid my belt. I could feel her trembling fingers fumbling for the button. So maybe she wasn't as confident as I though she was. Nonetheless, she continued her task, pulling down my fly next. She hesitated only a bit, and reached around to grab the waistband at the hips and pull them down to my knees.

There was a gasp from my mom and aunt. Debbie laughed, "It looks like someone is really enjoying this."

I closed my eyes. I always thought of my penis as sort of a friend, and now this friend was betraying me by pointing straight out at my cousin.

Sarah looked over to her mom. "Can it touch it?" she asked timidly.

My aunt looked at my mom who just nodded.

So my aunt nodded in turn to Sarah and said, "Of course dear, go ahead."

Debbie stepped back and said, "Go ahead kid. Knock yourself out. But when we get done, we're going to have to get it soft."

My mom said, "Oh, I'm sorry, we don't mean to interfere with your work."

Debbie waived her hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it. It's a slow night. Let Sarah have her fun. I like watching girls do this to their brothers or cousins or whatever. Take your time. I can leave and come back if you want."

Sarah experimentally touched it for just a couple of minutes more and regretfully said, "Thank you for letting me play with him. We can let him get soft now."

My aunt remarked, "Whoa, look at that! We might be here all night waiting for that to come down."

Debbie laughed, "As I said, we have time. Closing time is 9 PM. However, there are a number of ways to make it go down."

My mom and aunt looked at her dumbfounded.

"You know. You can punch him in the balls. Dip the whole thing in ice water. Or just have him jerk off."

"Oh!" came the response from the two elder females. My mom volunteered, "I don't want to hurt him. Let's let him masturbate. I want to see if he's telling me the truth about not doing it."

Turning to me, mom said, "You better enjoy this. It will be a while before you can do it again."

"Here, use this. It will help contain the mess." Debbie said as she reached over to a box on a shelf and pulled out a condom. She looked at my cousin and said. "Have you ever put one of these on a boy?"

My cousin just shook her head.

"Well, it's about time you learned," and added, "If it's OK with your mom."

My aunt nodded and so did my mom, so Debbie continued, "Here, put these latex gloves on."

Once properly equipped, Debbie continued her instructions to Sarah. "Open it like this. Put the end over his penis like so. Now you take it and unroll it up the shaft. … That's a good girl, you're doing great."

I had never worn a condom before and it felt funny having this second skin rolled over my own. I had never thought of rubber as an erotic material but now that my penis was encased in it, I had to admit, it felt rather good. I don't know whether it was the condom itself or the gloves my cousin wore, but I could smell the latex in the air.

"You know what to do," Debbie instructed me.

I did. There was no way out of this situation for me, so I just had to figure out a way to get through it. "Um, is the condom going to interfere?"

"That depends," said Debbie, "Are you a wet stroker or dry?"

I looked at her with questions in my eyes.

She clarified it for me, "Do you use lubrication, or do you just pull the skin of the shaft back and forth over the head?"

This girl knew a lot about male masturbation. She probably watched more than a few men and boys do it.

"Dry, I think."

"You should really try wet sometime. My brother used to do it that way. He probably still does. The men I know just love it when I do them with a well-lubed hand."

"OK, I'll try it."

Debbie reached to the infamous shelf and this time came out with some lotion that she squirted into my penis liberally. "Now give me your hands. Palms up!"

She squirted some more of the liquid into my palms. I grabbed hold of my penis and started to stroke. It was so slippery that I couldn't get a grip and I had a hard time keeping my penis under my control.

Control! That was just it. I might have been handling my penis and that gave me control, but I was handling it under the command of a woman. The females were in charge and I was just going through the motions for them. I controlled my penis, but the women commanded my performance.

Nonetheless, I had to agree with Debbie. Wet was definitely better. I was harder than I ever got before, and when I came it hit me like a punch in the stomach. It felt so good, it was almost painful. I started to swoon, and Debbie and my mother reached out to steady me and keep me upright.

I could feel the whoosh of my ejaculate as it pulsed from my penis. Then another sensation took over. Trapped by the condom, my semen welled up around the head, heating it with its warmth. I was doubly lubricated at this point both outside and inside the rubber.

I never felt so drained as I did when I pushed out the last of my sperm. I was dizzy and weak. Debbie reached out with her gloved hands and peeled the condom from my shrinking penis. She held it up for everyone's inspection. "Yup, that looks like a good load!" Handing a box of tissues to Sarah, she said, "Here, clean him up."

I felt a number of "aftershocks" as Sarah wiped my overly sensitive penis clean with the tissues. She finished off with a alcohol-scented handi-wipe Debbie handed her. The coolness of the rapidly evaporating liquid was an odd sensation on my naked penis.

"OK, now that we've all had our fun, it's time to get down to business. For a boy of his size I recommend 'the curve." It's made of plastic so it can be left on most of the time. It will even go through an airport metal detector. It holds the penis at a comfortable angle and allows for urination, although your boy will have to sit down to do it. It can be worn 24 x 7 and you can shower with it. I recommend working up a lather, letting the soapy water into the device and then a thorough rinsing.

Although you can leave it on indefinitely, I recommend daily penis checks at least for the first week or so to make sure there is no chaffing or other problems. After that, if everything is OK, you can check less frequently. It's one of our most popular models."

"We'll take it," my mom said without even asking about the price which was unusual for her.

"Good, I'll get one in his size."

"Aren't you going to measure him?" My mom asked.

"I don't need to," Debbie replied, I've done this so many times, I can tell by looking."

Debbie departed and was back within less than a minute. She removed the device from the box and showed my mom, aunt and cousin how to place it over my "package" and how to lock it up.

"The instructions in the box explain everything," she added. "It comes with two keys. If you want, we will record the ID number and hold it for you. If you ever lose the keys, just contact us and we can get you a replacement usually within a week."

It felt funny with this weight hanging down between my legs. I was very much aware that it was there, and it distracted me.

"That's it?" my mom asked.

"That's it," Debbie confirmed. "You are now the proud keyholder of your very own boy."

"Well, I guess you can get dressed, Peter," My mom said. Turning to Debbie, "Thank you so much for your help."

"Don't mention it. It was my pleasure. It makes me feel good to give women power over their men this way. I think every woman should have her man locked up under her control."

I was allowed to get dressed, and putting my pants on made it quite obvious that something was going on down there. It was obvious from the inside since I could feel the pressure of my clothing pushing against the device. It was obvious from the outside since there was a noticeable bulge where a once-soft penis resided. Now that penis was encased in its own exoskeleton.

I thought I was done once I got dressed. I was all for making for the door and getting out of this place, but my mother and aunt seemed intent on shopping some more. Fortunately for me, it was not in the "X" rated part of the store.

Sarah dragged my mom and aunt back to the area in which we had our conversation before. She picked up the same nightgown and said, "Isn't this the most adorable thing?"

Her mother frowned at her, "Don't you think that's a little revealing. It hardly covers anything and you can see right through the material. "

My mom unexpectedly supported her, "Loosen up Rachel. Who's going to see her in it? You? Maybe her girlfriends when she has a sleepover? Let her have her fantasies."

"I suppose you're right. It does look rather sexy. It's just that I hate to admit that my little girl is growing up."

"It happens, Rach and she is turning into a very beautiful and confident young woman."

Then my mom said something to my aunt I didn't understand. "Remember what GirlGeek told us about the feminization aspect? Do you think this would be a good place to start?"

I gave a glare at my cousin. What thoughts did she put into these women's minds? She just smiled back at me demurely.