Aunt Drusilla

Coming of age for boys after the Great Female Takeover.

When Anton had been growing up, whenever he'd misbehaved, her stepmother had always threatened to send him to Aunt Drusilla. "My big sister sets boys straight," is what she always said. "That's what she does."

What he had not realized was that the plan all along had been to send him over to the infamous woman as soon as he turned eighteen. The news were broken to him on that birthday. "You're leaving tonight." And, "She's been most impressed by the pictures of you, and is very eager to receive you." Supposedly the woman was going to begin his "sexual education". Supposedly the woman was "the best in the business."

His stepmother had brooked no argument from him. As usual.

Anton had gotten there the next morning. He had not been able to sleep an eyeful during the flight, nervous as he was. And as he had arrived, her rich step-Aunt's maids had immediately escorted him into the basement of her lavish villa. Without listening to any arguments, the women had given him some drink and then proceed to strip his clothes off, then tied him into the predicament he now found himself in. He had been too frightened to offer much resistance, wondering now if he should have at least tried.

By the time he heard the lady herself entering, he knew it was too late. Now he was utterly at the old woman's disposal. Legs spread out by a bar, hands cuffed uncomfortably far behind his back, a sort of harness/gag around his head, attached to the ceiling to keep his head pulled upward. Bent painfully forward and forced onto his tiptoes. In front of him on a tall chair sat the intimitating woman, holding a whip. Studying him.

"Look at you, all ready for me," said Drusilla, a cruel twist of smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Spoken like a serpent at a mouse. Anton felt naked terror at the way those almost black eyes felt to drill into his soul. The woman let go of the other end of the nasty whip of hers to caress at his face. "What a fine young man you turned out to be," she cooed. "Even better than in the pictures. The ladies are going to love you." She gave a soft laugh. "We are going to have to soften you up a little for them first, however. Teach you some manners. Some necessary skills."

Drusilla reached her whip down between his legs to tease at his cock. He groaned. The cock aching from the erection and the binds around it. "I won't lie," she said. "It will a difficult summer for you. But it will well prepare you for the rest of your life." She kept teasing him down there, tickling the tip,  and he whimpered. She grinned as she studied his face, visibly pleased with what she saw there. "Good boy," she whispered, her free hand slowly sliding down her thigh to slip underneath the bottom of her leather outfit. "The look in your eyes along," she purred, her hand working between her legs, "could make me cum." She smiled with a mouthful of frightfully faultless teeth. "When I'm done, you will be a most skillful servant of the pussy. Most dedicated." She gave a laugh. "Who knows. Maybe I will even end up keeping you for myself, after all my hard work. I like my boys young and fresh."

His courage gave out then and he closed his eyes with a powerless whimper. He was terrified! He could not believe—

Shock at the sudden pain on his face. He opened his eyes, blinking. She had struck him.

Drusilla pinched his cheeks painfully into her grip and leaned in close with a furious glare. Her fingers smelled of her sex. "You do not deny your look of helplessness from me!" she said in a hiss. "Of your submission. You will deny me nothing! You are mine. While you're here, I own you! And you will obey."

At his pathetic whimpering, at his profuse attempts at apologies into his gag, she smiled again. "That's better, boy." She wiped her fingers on his nose. "Here, feel the odor of your owner while she deals you your first punishment."

She got up to walk behind him. She caressed his behind with one hand, his thighs, his cock and balls. Scratching him lightly with her nails. "I will hurt you as I please. But fail me and I will hurt you even more." She have his ass a pat and took a step back. The tip of her whip tapped against the floor. Antoine tensed his body in dread anticipation, starting to shiver. He moaned and whimpered feebly, breathing frantically through his nose. He could hear the smile in Drusilla's voice. "Feel free to cry."

As she began, he surely did cry.

But this was only just the beginning.