04 - How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident'
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By Graham uk
Thursday, November 17th 2005 - 08:02:58 AM
How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident'
Hi, Graham uk here. This story follows directly on [literally] from my previous posting, where I tied up my cousin Emily for the first time, only for our game to be interrupted by Aunt Kay, who quickly involved herself, and I found myself promptly on the receiving end of her methods of restraint.
Anyway, that evening I went to bed an excited and frustrated 14 year old, but awoke the next morning with a serious problem:
I am sure that every male reader of this site will empathize with me when I confess that I had a little 'accident' during the night. When I woke up my underpants and bed sheets were all sticky where I had experienced a teenage dream, no doubt stimulated by events of the previous day.
I was absolutely mortified. I didn't want anybody to discover my embarrassment, so I was in an awful panic.
I decided to hide my pants in my travel case, and used my flannel to try and rub out the stains on the sheets, it didn't have much effect, so I just prayed that Aunt Kay wouldn't notice.
Throughout the day not much happened as I recall, then later in the afternoon Aunt Kay came out into the garden where Emily and I were playing lawn badminton.
She announced that she was going shopping, and called me over for a "word". I hurried to listen, only to be asked if "everything was ok?". I was puzzled and assured her it was. At the back of my mind I suspected that she had discovered my 'accident'.
Aunt Kay had changed to go out. She was wearing a purple satin shirt that gleamed in the sunlight, a black leather pencil skirt and a waist clinching black patent belt.
Yet again, I felt myself in awe of her presence, and intimidated by her choice of clothing.
To cut a long story short, the day continued without incident except that I remained fascinated by Aunt Kay's outfit [not for the first time!]. After she had cooked dinner and we all settled down for the evening, I noticed that her tights [or stockings? I don't know which] had thin seams running up the back of them, and she was still wearing her stiletto heeled shoes even indoors. I found this so alluring.
When I went to bed that evening, I instantly knew that my 'accident' had been discovered; the bedclothes had been changed!
However, what happened next was to fundamentally shape the rest of my life.
Aunt Kay knocked on my bedroom door and asked to come in. I was already in bed so I said "ok".
She came in carrying a bag and sat down on the bed still wearing that gorgeous satin shirt and the leather skirt, and as she crossed her legs I was tantalized by the rustle of her nylon encased legs so close to me.
I was desperately anxious, but she spoke softly and somewhat sympathetically:
"Graham, you had a little accident last night didn't you?" I could feel myself blushing, and my voice was drying up , I said that I had and that I was very sorry.
"It's ok" Aunt Kay said so comfortingly. "It's perfectly normal for teenage boys to have that sort of dream. I should have been prepared for it and taken some precautions". I didn't understand what she meant by this, but I was soon to find out.
"When I went shopping today, I brought these", and with that, out of the bag she was holding Aunt Kay produced a hideous pair of elasticated rubber pants, the type that would hold a baby's nappy.
"They're waterproof Graham, and I want you to wear them in bed, so that if you have any further 'accidents' you'll not dirty my bed sheets. Nobody else need know about this, just you and I, so you needn't be embarrassed. Now, I'm going to leave you to put these on, and then I would like a little chat".
With that she got up from my bed and walked slowly to the door, my eyes were fixed on the seams on her nylons "Call me when you've put your rubber pants on" Aunt Kay said, placing a certain emphasis on "rubber pants"!
A guest at my Aunt's home, I was completely isolated, embarrassed and in a teenage fix. The fewer people that knew about my 'accident' the better, so I really couldn't say much, so when she left the room I changed into the rubber pants.
I am certain that at that moment my life and my sexual feelings changed, the feel of the rubber instantly excited me. I recalled the time that Aunt Kay had forced me to wear my cousin's party dress as a punishment, this was a more subtle form of discipline but ruthlessly effective on a 14 year old. I called to Aunt Kay that I was ready.
She re-entered my room, and to my astonishment she was carrying some string, the type with which she had tied my thumbs and toes the previous day during my tying up game with Emily. However, she just calmly sat down on my bed, placed the string on her lap where I couldn't avoid seeing it, and began talking to me:
I felt so embarrassed as Aunt Kay spoke at considerable length about the type of dream I had, she seemed to have quite an in depth knowledge of such matters. I was getting excited listening to her, and the soft smooth feel of the rubber pants was like torture.
Then with an air of superiority, Aunt Kay asked if I thought I got excited by being tied up, or by seeing Emily tied up? She could obviously see right through me. I managed to stumble my words out despite 'drying up' with embarrassment, I said I'd never really thought about it.
"Right then, are your rubber pants comfortable?" she smiled as she spoke. I answered that I would have to put up with wearing them I supposed!
"Well" Aunt Kay continued " I think I need a little insurance policy to ensure that following our nice little chat, you don't spoil things by having another 'accident'. Give me your hands please Graham".
I knew what was coming as she unwound the string, so I sheepishly and slowly pulled my hands outside the bed clothes.
"Place them together on my lap, will you" she said, and with that began to loop the string around my thumbs, it was loose at first, but then she cinched it about a dozen times in order to create a pair of mini string cuffs that securely held my thumbs.
Can you imagine how I felt? I was trapped in rubber pants, my hands were resting on her leather skirt, whilst she efficiently tied my thumbs together.
"This will keep your hands from wandering, so much better" she remarked as she tied the excess string to the headboard, thus allowing my hands about 2 foot of movement, but preventing them from getting anywhere near the rubber pants that encased my private parts.
I don't know if her aim was to stop me from taking the pants off, or, if she suspected that I was playing with myself [wrong at this age!] but the effect of her restraints was to excite me even more. And I had to go to sleep in this condition .
Eventually I did get to sleep, and miraculously, avoided any 'accidents'. Shortly after I woke up in the morning, Aunt Kay knocked and entered my room. She untied my thumbs and instructed me to have a shower. She then advised me to keep the rubber pants handy and if I ever felt that an 'accident' might occur I should not hesitate but wear them.
As I said earlier, the way Aunt Kay dealt with this situation shaped my future, and continues to do so to this day.
She had a greater influence on my developing sexuality than anything or anyone else.
I will post further incidents/stories in due course. any comments/feedback is welcome.
Graham uk
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Graham uk's stories
- 01 - My first lesson from aunt Kay (F/m)
- 02 - How I learned that it's rude to stare (F/m)
- 03 - My first tie-up game with Emily (m/f, F/fm)
- 04 - How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident' (F/m)
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