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Chapter Three – Caught on Tape
The day my sexy little niece and her hot friend made me eat a hot dog splattered with my own spunk, I felt like the luckiest man on earth. Denise was a total vixen. She was mature beyond her years and the most gifted humiliatrix I had ever come across. Her friend Kari was no slouch either. It was clear to me that I'd lucked into the best situation a submissive 30-year-old male could possibly find. Both Denise and Kari were raised in a wealthy community where they were pampered throughout their young lives. They were given hefty allowances and private educations. They were young women of privilege, and they knew it. What made the two of them even more special was their natural inclination toward dominating men. I suspected this had something to do with the people that raised them. In the case of Kari, I didn't know her home situation, but I could tell from her appearance that she was a particularly well-bred young woman. In the case of Denise,
I knew she was raised by a stylish woman who handled men with confidence.
Moments after Denise and Kari humiliated me on the kitchen floor, I heard a nose coming from outside. A car was approaching up the long, secluded driveway.
"Shit, my mom's home," Denise said. "Get your ass upstairs," she ordered me. "Pretend you were sleeping or something."
I jumped to my feet in an effort to obey my niece. As my feet began to propel me toward the stairs, I felt a sharp crack on my ass cheek. Denise had reared back and given me a surprisingly hard slap. It amazed me how coordinated and strong she was for such a feminine-looking thing. It felt as though a bee stung my right ass cheek. The slap was delivered crisply and with surprising authority.
"Hurry the fuck up!" she said, haughtily. Both she and Kari giggled as I scampered up the stairs, ass still stinging.
I jumped into bed just in time to hear the front door open. Janice came in and soon I heard the chatter of female conversation downstairs.
A half hour later, I put on some casual clothing and headed downstairs, pretending to be tired from a long nap.
Kari had gone home, while Janice and Denise were in the kitchen preparing dinner.
Janice proceeded to chastise me for taking an afternoon nap. I turned red-faced as she lectured me, only partly in jest, about sleeping when I should be looking for a job.
"Don't think you can do as you please around here, little man," she said mockingly. "You aren't going to find a job in your sleep."
Denise chuckled and I said nothing.
At dinner that night, Janice surprised me by announcing she and Denise would be heading off to an exclusive spa where they would spend a week getting hot mud baths and fancy skin treatments. Janice was glad I would be around to tend to the house. She even gave me a list of chores to do, such as yard work, and to make sure I kept their beautiful in-ground swimming pool in good order.
I was disappointed in some sense. I could think of nothing but Denise these days and it was depressing when I was hit with the realization that she wouldn't be around to sexually dominate me for a week. But her departure would give me some private time. Perhaps I'd even have the guts to visit her private sanctuary again and this time I could masturbate with the confidence that the young humiliatrix who happened to be my niece wouldn't be around to surprise me again with a stealthy entrance.
They left on Monday morning. While Janice gave last-second instructions on her cell phone to what sounded like her lawyer, Denise pressed her lean body against mine and turned her head sideways so I could give her a peck on the cheek. I literally felt my head begin to spin as I inhaled her fresh young scent. My arms fit so easily around her trim torso. I even gave her hips a light squeeze with my hands. She whispered "behave yourself, pervert," in my ear, and then to my great surprise she reached between my legs and gave my crotch a couple of discreet little pats. My dick almost burst through my shorts in an effort to salute its young master.
I waited about 15 minutes until I was sure they were gone. Then I raced upstairs and headed straight to my niece's bedroom. To my great disappointment the door was locked. I was shit out of luck.
Oh well, I thought. I have a good imagination. I went off to my own room and stripped naked. My cock was harder than the limestone boulders that formed the fancy fence surrounding Janice's exclusive property. I picked up my pillow and set it against the wall, and prepared for a nice wank session. That's when I noticed the folded piece of paper under my pillow.
I opened it up. It was Denise’s writing. She had such classic feminine writing and she'd used a pink pen for effect. Her lettering was big and loopy, and she circled her "I's" with hearts.
"Dear Uncle Loser," it began. "I know exactly what you're up to. We probably just pulled out of the driveway and I'll bet you thought you would go raid my panty drawer again. Well, as usual I'm one step ahead of you. Do you think I'd leave my room open again when I know the total PERVERT lurking (and jerking) around my house? Think again, jackass.
"I know there's no chance you can possibly go a week without whacking that hard LITTLE penis. But you should know that I'm setting some ground rules. I know this will be difficult for you, maybe impossible, but you are not to touch your (or should I say MY) penis more than twice the entire week. You have my permission to self gratify exactly twice. However, there's a catch. You have to do things MY way, since I'm in charge of your orgasms, even though I'll be 100 miles away. Each time you spank off, you are to lie on your back and throw your legs up over your head so that pathetic penis is pointing directly down at your UGLY face. That way, when you shoot all your loser cream, it will go exactly where it should go - bukake-style all over your face. HA! Also, be sure to open your mouth nice and wide and shoot as much of your loser load down your throat as possible. When you are finished pleasuring yourself, PERVERT/LOSER/ASSCLOWN,
you are to EAT every last drop of your filthy ball chowder. Have I made myself abundantly clear? This is the part where you say 'Yes Princess Denise," even though you are all alone and your princess (me!) is off doing something else (where I can assure you she isn't thinking of you).
"Yes Princess Denise," I said, as my mouth literally salivated.
The rest of the note said, "Happy Jerking, fuckface. Try not to stain my mom's expensive sheets with dirty pervert-ade. See you in one week. xxxooo. -Your Princess and penis-master, Denise.
That was it. I was so turned on by the note that I read it three more times. My cock was leaking pre-come without me even touching it. I pulled the special lube out of my suitcase and ran to the bathroom to grab some tissues.
Then I thought about it. It was stupid to put my legs up over my head. Furthermore, she'd never know if I just did things the conventional way. "Fuck that," I said out loud. I wanted to obey my Princess, but she wasn't here, so what did it really matter? Then I pondered the situation some more. It would be a symbolic gesture to her superiority and her ability to control me without her even being in the same zip code as me. I should really obey her orders. But then I reconsidered. I just wanted to pleasure myself and it hurt my back to put my legs over my head like that. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, Princess Denise," I mumbled.
With that, I leaned back against my bed, and began pumping my dick. I thought of Denise when she flashed herself briefly to me in the shower. I thought of that perfect, snug ass covered in pink satin. She had a million dollar body, that little girl. Her ass was so exquisitely shaped, her hips leveled off so perfectly to that narrow waist. Her ass tapered off into those perfectly shaped thighs that tapered further into sleek, smooth legs. Then those perfect thighs, and the little feet. Then I thought of when she pressed herself against my body this morning. The recollection of her scent came back to me in a flash.
Just like that I built toward a tremendous orgasm. I held back from shooting until the last possible second, and then held the tissue out in front of my penis. "UGGHhahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh! Ohh Denise! UGHHH! UGHH! UGHHH!" I groaned as I spurted hard again and again into the tissue. Unfortunately for me I hadn't brought enough tissue to the one-man party. Sperm began dripping onto my sheets. I cursed in anger! I had to grab a sponge and clean off the sheets.
I jerked off nine more times in the next four days. After that, I thought it would be wise to let my semen build back up so Denise wasn't overly suspicious. I hated to pull a fast one on my niece like this, but a man has needs. Plus, I was totally spent. I found a photograph of Denise on the mantle downstairs. She was wearing her favorite jeans mini-skirt, dark stockings and heels. I just focused on those legs, and reread her note to me about a hundred times. I shot one amazing load after another. Each night I slept like a baby.
Saturday night, I got back from the local watering hole and saw that the ladies of the house had returned. I swear I could smell Denise when I walked past her door. My dick stiffened involuntarily. She had that effect on me. The next morning, I intended to sleep late. Instead, I heard a knock on the door at 7 AM. I looked up groggily and there was Janice. She wore a sun- dress and looked tan, fit and well rested.
"Freddie, just wanted to say a quick hi. I'm going to the Catskills with a lawyer friend of mine for a couple of days. I'm leaving Denise in charge," she said. If only she knew. "See you on Thursday."
She leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek.
The moment the door closed, I flashed a huge shit-eating grin and pumped my fist. I fell back asleep and dreamed about my situation. All alone for four days with my ultra-bitchy, hot little cunt of a niece. Some guys have all the luck. Suffice to say, I slept rather fitfully, with my dick acting like a stiff tent-pole for the sheets that covered my body.
At around 11, I heard female laughter coming from downstairs. It sounded like Denise and Kari. Something really had them going. Were they watching a sitcom or a comedy act on TV? They were roaring with laughter. I dozed off for a few minutes and began dreaming again.
Suddenly, I felt the covers ripped off my body and a splash of ice-cold water on my face. Startled, I sat up, and there was Denise and Kari. Kari had pulled the sheet from my body and Denise had dumped a cup of ice water on my face.
"Get out of bed, loser! Your princess is home," said Denise.
"Get your ass up!" added Kari unnecessarily.
I stumbled to my feet, and Denise promptly yanked down my boxer briefs, which caused my stiff penis to flop north and south.
Still groggy, I got a good look at Denise. She was wearing those tiny little tan shorts again along with her usual pink cotton t-shirt and flip-flops. Kari had an adorable little ruffled pink skirt with a floral arrangement, and a white cotton short-sleeved blouse. She also wore flip-flops.
"Where the fuck is your ribbon?" said Denise.
I had taken my 5th place ribbon off early in the week since it was irritating my skin and had a somewhat constricting affect on my scrotum. Only I had forgotten to put it back on.
"You are sooooo busted," said Kari.
"I don't think the retard realizes how busted he really is," said Denise. "Fuck the stupid ribbon," she said. "That's the least of your problems." Before I could do anything, Denise reached between my legs and gathered up my scrotum. I grunted with surprise as she pulled my balls away from my body and proceeded to trap the base of my scrotum between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed the loose skin until her thumb and forefinger formed a tight seal that effectively separated my scrotum from the rest of my body. With her other hand, she gave my vulnerable balls three decisive slaps. "Bad! Bad! Boy!" she said as my knees buckled and the shock of pain swept over my body.
Before I could even catch my breath, Denise turned and proceeded to walk me by my balls out the door and down the stairs.
The trip down the stairs was fuzzy. I heard Kari say, "beautiful," as she admired my niece's skilled maneuver. I was still groggy, but I was waking up in a hurry. Denise spoke so quickly, in girlish rapid-fire as she yanked me down the stairs and into the living room: "We obviously have a long, lonnnnnnnnnnnnng way to go with you, loser. You fucked with the wrong girl. That's right, you severely underestimated your niece, and her capacity for cruelty when she doesn't get the proper respect she has come to demand from her jackass uncle." She said a few other things, but I don't completely remember it since she berated me so rapid fire.
When I got downstairs to the living room, Denise marched me in front of the television and released my balls. She and Kari sat down on the couch while I inspected the TV. There was a frozen image on screen and I thought I knew what it was, but I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like a naked man. Closer inspection revealed it was I sitting on a bed - the upstairs bed! I was naked, spread-legged and there was no mystery about what I was doing. My heart skipped a beat.
Denise: "Press play, loser."
I did as I was told and the screen kicked into motion. There I was in all my glory, pumping away on my penis, red faced and wide-eyed.
Moments later, I groaned and said, "UGGHhahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh! Ohh Denise! UGHHH! UGHH! UGHHH!" My sperm began shooting out all over the tissue. I looked over at Denise and Kari and they were mimicking the video. Both were pumping imaginary cocks as they groaned in fake male voices. They were laughing hysterically as they stared at each other and me - both were elated. The usual stream of insults came out: "What a loser! Jackass!" Etc.
Kari: "Look at how red your face is, loser! Oh, look, here's the part where he spills it all over your mom's sheets."
Denise: "You stupid fucking jacktard! Looks like I've managed to outsmart you yet again. Before I left, I figured you probably wouldn't be able to keep your hands off yourself, so I set up the video camera to supervise you while I wasn't around. And sure enough, you got caught red-handed - and red-dicked!"
The two began laughing again. I looked at the video. I was attempting to clean up my mess. Kari and Denise's words were having an effect on me. My penis was hardening as they berated me.
Denise stood and paused the video. Then she turned to her Kari. "Just look at the spent look on his face. Look at the shame!"
"And look, he's getting hard watching his own video," said Kari, pointing at my throbbing penis. "What a fucking LOSER!" said Kari, and she made an "L" sign above her forehead for emphasis.
"Um, Yeah!" said Denise, rolling her eyes. "That's like the understatement of the year." Then she approached me. "You worthless fucktard," she said wistfully. She grabbed my balls again. It occurred to me that she handled my "private" parts with remarkable efficiency. She had an ability that few women had when they took hold of my balls. She knew how to hook her thumb and forefinger around them, but she also hooked her thumb beneath my penis and flipped it upward at the point of contact. This allowed her to push my penis out of the way in one fluid motion. I groaned as she took firm hold of me for the second time that morning. I'll never forget what happened next, as I think it represented a significant escalation in her dominance over me.
She began slapping me quite viciously, alternating between my face and balls and Kari looked on. The effect of the discipline totally discombobulated me. As she bitch-slapped me, she said "Did you not read the note I sent you?"
"Yes- Ugh, Miss, Princess Denise, UGH!"
"Are you too fucking stupid to listen to my orders?"
"N- NO, Miss Denise."
"Where did I tell you to splooge your load?"
"UGH! On my F-Face!"
"Wrong, Dipshit, on your UGLY face! Now say it!"
"On my UG- UG- OOOF! Ugly face!"
"I TOLD you to jerk off on your own ugly face. When your princess orders you to do something, you DO IT!"
With that, she reared back and gave me a punishing final slap in my trapped gonads. The pain was devastating and I collapsed in agony on the living room floor.
Kari: "Wow, you like totally scrambled his eggs, 'Neese. But save some for me."
Denise: "Don't worry, girlfriend, we're just getting started." She looked down at me as I sat up on the floor. "Go up to my room and grab the hairbrush on my bureau."
I knew what this meant, but I had no choice. I also knew I had better run if I knew what was good for me. I took off for the stairs. Behind me I heard Kari: "Wow. Looks like you really lit a fire under him."
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