Please allow me to express via your columns my life of total, utter servitude which continues to this day. Forgive the secrecy, but, like many of your readers I really do feel safer if I omit my name.

My story begins at about the age of eighteen, when I first began to feel the pangs of growing up. I was a late developer I know, but up until then my time had been taken up with studies, sports, and such pursuits. I was living with my Auntie then, a strict, buxom lady who seemed to treat me as if I had the mental ability of a ten year old! She would fuss and pet me, tuck me into bed etc, and any transgressions were absolved bya thorough handspanking, administeredjust before bedtime. I would have to drop my pyjama trousers and kneel over a pouffe  at the foot of my bed. Auntie would potter around for a while, then as her last chore, she would deliver a prolonged smacking on my naked bottom, finishing up with a mandatory six with a martinet, these were always the worst as the thongs would fan out in flight, and bite sharply across my already dry bright red behind. When the punishment was over, I was required to thank Auntie, replace the martinet, and get into bed.

One fateful day, I was out walking in the woods when I saw a young couple from the local village slip into the bushes. Sensing that something was happening, I furtively crept up on them, and was rewarded with the sight of the randy couple ecstaticaly indulging in an illicit moment of lust. From my vantage point I had a clear view of him on top of the girl, ramming his engorged tool in and out of her love nest. I could hear her gasping and telling him to go faster, pushing her hips up to meet his pistoning tool. Hypnotised by the unbridled couple, I had unconciously opened my trousers, and was keeping time with the shagging, my own painfully swollen rod seemingly ready to burst with each movement of my hand. Something, a sixth sense perhaps caused me to cast a quick glance around me, and I still clearly remember the horror that bolted through me as I saw Auntie, her face grim, rapidly heading for me! She had witnessed the whole event, I was CAUGHT! I frantically tried to cram my engorged knob back into my trousers, stammering and turning from crimson to a ghostly white in shame and terror.

 I know that I must have been stammering out excuses; as I was dimly aware of a frantic scrambling as the couple made a hasty and noisy retreat. Auntie seized me by the ear and led me home in disgrace! It wasn't until several hours later that I was even spoken to, my head down in shame and embarassment as I was adressed. "You disgust me boy, I had always considered you a clean young man, and now this." I was at atotal loss for words, dreading the punishment I knew was to come, yet inwardly craving it, sensing that I would be cleansed of my terrible feeling of having let Auntie down. I stood and received a long lecture on the disgusting behaviour of 'that couple ' and the general decline of moral standardsin young people, and I was left in no doubt as to the severity of my 'crime'. Sentence was pronounced.   "Kept in for six full weeks " my heart fell . "Early bath and bed every night" "Sound, regular canings" "Putting a stop to my filthy habits" The truth was that I had NEVER masturbated before, but I couldn't find the words to tell her, I simply nodded in acceptance of my fate. I was sent upstairs to a hot bath and told to present myself straight afterwards. I also think that Auntie knew exactly how tender the skin becomes when one has lain in a hot tub!

As I bathed, I could not help but re-think the sight I had seen that afternoon, and, to my consternation, I felt my newley-awakened sex swell and harden. As prescribed, I lay across my bed, totally, naked, my erection pressing hard onto my stomach. I silently thanked my lucky stars that in this position at least, Auntie would not be aware of my offending, stubborn flesh.

Auntie came into the room almost immediatley, carrying a long, new cane. She stood to one side of me and laid the thin yellow stick across my buttocks, as if she were measuring me up, the better to inflict the greatest pain I suppose. "SSSWISH" the first stroke nearly caused me to pass out so severe was the agony. Itsimply seemed to numb me for stretched seconds, then sear me in an indescribable mounting way. Before I had even fully experienced the full agony of that first  taste of the cane, another stripe was laid with awesome precision alongside the first. Again and again her arm rose and fell, stoking the fires of hell into my naked heaving flesh. Heaven only knows how I managed to stop myself from leaping up and running for my life, (at least it seemed so at the time as stroke after stroke lashed in across my jouncing cheeks. By the twentieth stroke I was a very sorry young man indeed.

I was dimly aware of being dragged off the bed onto my feet, and guided downstairs, across the yard, and in to an outbuilding. I found myself in the tackroom next to the small stables, and Auntie was talking to me in a soothing voice,and explaining to me that she understood the ways of boys as they grew bigger, and that SHE would take care of any 'little problem ' that I had. Through the mists of pain, I realised that the whipping I had received had in no way diminished the size of my upright member, and that Auntie was referring to THAT as my'little problem'. "I know what is wrong with you my boy, but you must always call Auntie when THIS grows fat, and I will deal with it for you, understand? " Inodded dumbly as Auntie began working my foreskin up and down, dragging it back as far as possible, then pushing it up again in a steady rythm, my own thrusting hips quivering in sheer, heavenly raptures of sensations. Closely watching my bulbous knob, Auntie decided it was dangerously close to errupting its first ever load, and she quickly fitted me with a strange rubber ballon - like object, which of course I now know to be a condom. She pulled up her skirt, exposing a pair of firm stocking clad thighs, and sat on an old stool. From my position, I could clearly see her tight white briefs, and the mass of thick curls peeping out from the sides. I was pulled over her knees then, right over until I had to support myself on my elbows on the floor, my bottom was then perfectly positioned to recieve attention again, my rampant penis trapped between Aunties thighs.

With cruel disregard to the state of my ridged bottom, Auntie then lashed a thin strap (an old horse rein, I think) onto my helpless rear. One lash and then she reached under and worked my knob up and down, another lash, and so on until, sensing again that my end was near, she rained the blows thick and fast, literally bouncing the strap onto my jerking streaked meat making me perform a frantic hip thrusting dance until, in agony and ecstacy, I spurted endlessly into my own rubber womb. I slipped from her knees as my cock gave it's last few spurts, shuddering and spent on the floor as Auntie clutched at the meaty 'V' between her thighs, groaning and twitching with her eyes screwed shut. Presently she became aware of me, and reached down to grasp my still erected penis. I knelt as she coldly and mechanically worked me up again, smiling thinly as I delivered another copious amount of lumpy cream into my teated protective. I was led back to the house and told to bathe again, and go straight to bed. This I did, and Auntie came to my room with a strange looking leather device. She groped under the bedsheet and pinched my now flaccid penis, squeezing and coaxing it once more to life, once again forcing another climax from my overworked balls. Only then when she could not force another drop of juice from me, did she strap on the leather device she had brought with her, explaining that except when it was beneficial to my health, I was to wear this restrainer until I was married and safe from the perils of self-abuse. It was, she said-, the only answer to my problem's.  Ilay in bed a very long time, strangely contented with the feel of the strong leather strap constricting my genitals. I was to get used to it, it remained in place for the next seven years............................

True to her word, whenever Auntie saw me fidgeting unduly, my trousers would be lowered, my restrainer unlocked, and a rubber slipped on. I would stand with my eyes shut and surrender to her fingers calmly relieving me of my sperm. When I had come enough to satisfy her, the leather would be replaced, and she would calmly continue with whatever she had been doing before my interruption. It must have been six months after my first real caning that Auntie informed me that as clothes were so expensive, I would have to get used to wearing some of her nieces old clothes that she had left behind when she married. At first I resisted, but after a stern glance towards the cane cupboard, Auntie pointed out that as she and I were the sole occupants of the house, then it didn't really make much difference what I wore. My spankings continued, and with them I was gradually transformed (on the outside) -into an obedient young lady, only wearing my former clotheson my infrequent visits to the village shops. Life settled down into a routine of mending, sewing cooking etc, treated in every way fairly but firmly. I was introduced to figure training with gradually smaller corsets,turning my waist into an attractive hour glass shape. Nearly every night I spent in soft satin panties, pretty dresses and I slept in a pink frothy nightie, bought especially for my birthday. I can't deny it, whenever I was sent to bed for being naughty, I really missed my nightdress, as I had grown to love the feel of its lacy edging. I felt sort of well, special if you can understand what I mean.

The years slipped away, and I can honestly say that I was a very well contented person under the care of my Aunt. One evening I was just into bed when I was called down to the sitting room and there, to my intense and utter embarrassment, sat a lovely young lady, calmly sipping tea. As I stood petrified in the door way, she glanced up and smiled, "Ah yes I see what you mean, he IS a pretty young man isn't he?" I blushed to my roots then, causing both ladies to laugh out loud at my shyness. I spent the next half-hour reciting my skills as a trained young lady.  Finally I was spared and sent off to bed, but to my horror, both followed me up a few moments later, my Aunt pulling back  the sheets to expose my leather wrapped genitals. She slapped my legs and warned me not to struggle, as she wanted to show the young lady, who smiled wickedly at me, what a big boy I was. Although at first my sex was unresponsive, due to shame I suspect, before long my regularly worked tool grew beneath Aunties skillful fingers. I shamefacedly delivered my usual torrent into the thick rubber. Auntie buckled me in for the night, turned off the light, and left me to wonder deep into the night what on earth had made her expose me that way.

The next morning Auntie informed me that I was now engaged to be married. It was several months before I actually got married, and Auntie would often spend weekends away with her friends, leaving me completely at the beck and call of my future wife. She perfected me in the art of being a fine ladies maid, dressed for my role, bathing her, washing and ironing her smalls learning how to set her wigs,and generally developing servant/mistress relationship. I was also informed that I was merely a convenient person to marry as there was some hitch to her fathers will that she must marry before she could claim her inheritance. " To all intents I shall still be a single girl you know" she would smile, So don't go thinking that things will be changed for you, once were married" I was at a loss to answer then, as I had envisaged a sort of sexual paradise, sex every day, release from my chastity belt, lots of nice clothes and so on. We were married at a private little ceremony and there was just Auntie, a very strange lay preacher'- whatever that is, and a lady witness introduced to me as my wife's sister. She too was very attractive, with short, well cropped hair, and there was a distinguished looking man with a beard, who 'gave the bride away' The first shock of my married life occured as soon as we all arrived back at our new house. Auntie took me upstairs and told me to change into my wedding dress, all frills and lace. I can assure you that I did not  think I would be able to get through the day, let alone let our guests see me dressed from head to toe as a blushing bride. Auntie fussed over my dress, veil and tiara, giggling as I stepped into some VERYdaring saucy stocking and suspender set. "You will drive your lady wild" she laughed. I was led downstairs actually trembling with nerves. By this time the room was FULL with people, mostly friends of my wife' everyone having a whale of a time as the drink flowed. I lost count of the times that I had to lift up my dress and show off my extremely skimpy underwear accompanied by sly gropings and pinching (usually the ladies) causing me acute embarassment. My wife seemed not to notice me for the most of the evening, instead she went around openly encouraging sexual goings -on, and holding on to the bearded gent.
 

Around ten, madame suddenly crossed to me, and began teasingly to stroke the inside of my stockinged thigh.   I tried oh, I  really tried, but as I had had no relief for almost a month, I simply could not stop my penis from erecting, partly inside my new white 'leather chastity device, bought specially for me as a wedding present from Auntie. I squirm ed in frustration and shame as the departing guests sniggered at the spectacle of my wife feeling her new 'bride 'up in plain view of everyrone. Each guest insisted onkissing the bride as they left, and again my legs and bottom were pinched and fondled in amost lewd way, my wife swaying and having a laugh at my obvious discomfort. As the last one left, she took me by the hand, and led me upstairs.........

We stopped outside the master bedroom door, and she kissed me passionately, leaning me against the door jamb for support, she slowly inched my dress up past my knees, on up to the panties, and, licking her lips, she unlocked my restrainer, letting it fall to the floor. Her nails raked gently along the length of my rod, covered only by the thinnest whisp of my gossamer panties, I was so quickly reduced to a quivering bundle of sexual putty. - Suddenly the door ' behind me opened, and her sister stood there, her face aglow with happiness, due no doubt to the alcohol in no small way. She giggled impishly and said"Why,isn't it time you two were in bed?" My wife took me round the waist and we entered the bedroom. There was the biggest shock of all.- The man with the beard lay naked on top of the bed, his hand fisted around his truly HUGE tool. "Come on darling,"he grinned at my new wife.  "You have been dying for this all day".  Istood rooted to the spot as she proceeded to strip off her clothes as fast as she knew how. Wearing just her suspenders and stockings, she climbed over him, and held her shapely bottom but above his throbbing shaft. She turned her head to her sister who was watching the scene with keen eyed interest, " Let's show my new hubby just what is expected of him, sis. " she slurred I was nudged towards the bed, and her blonde sister whispered  to me "Go on, guide it in, you want to make her happy don't you ?" Trance -like, I saw my hand fasten around the monstrous rod, and I guided the fat swollen head so that it just entered the wet sex lips of my waiting wife. With infinite slowness, She  lowered her hips and fed his stem inch by inch into her belly. She seemed to have trouble with the last two or three inches, and her sister gasped with delight as she saw the bearded man suddenly arch his back to drive himself HARD between her sisters pliant body. My wife stifled a scream as he went in up to his heavy balls, I watched his shaft as it plunged in and out of her, her suspenderframed bottom pistoning up and down the glistening pole, wet with the love juice that her frenzied coupling produced. Madame Rose (my wifes sister groped for my pantie-covered prick and began to toss me off, almost on cue, my wife turned her deeply flushed face in our direction and gasped "Now Rose, MILK THE BITCH " almost screaming the words. The harshly spoken words seemed to trigger off my own explosive ejaculation, and I began to pump the biggest, most intense amount of sperm into my panties, so powerful werethe sensation: that I cried out in ecstasy too, my knees wobbling as I shouted.

Madame Rosé dragged me out of the room at that point, and roughly snapped on the white 'bride' restrainer over my soaking throbbing member. Without hesitation, she threw off her skirt, yanked down her panties, and lay back on the bed. " Suck me you bitch, SUCK ME : " she rasped hoarsley. I plunged my face into the mass of hairy gas h, slurping my tongue along the thickly fleshed groove. I felt a strong hand press down into my back, and I looked up to see Auntie standing over me. I made as if to rise, but she forced my face back onto the wet flesh, squashing my nose hard into the sopping pussy. Auntie lifted my wedding dress up over my back exposing my bottom, and began to lash at my outthrust mounds with her leather strap, she methodically worked over the entire surface of my exposed bottom and legs. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! On and on it went, my own muffled cries mixing with the cries of passion coming from the mouth of my wife in the next bedroom. The scent of hot wet sex in my nostrils, the steady rise and fall of Aunties strap went on far into the night, as I obediently brought everyone in turn to climax with my eager mouth and tongue......

The next morning heralded the start of my life as it has remained to this day. I am  used to orally amuse and satisfy anyone who so desires to use me,and I am useful around the house, thanks to my upbringing by Auntie. If my lady wife wishes to go to the theatre etc, she is accompanied by her bearded lover, whom I call my master in his presence. I am 'looked after ' by Madam Rose on these occasions, although I must always kneel to receive a sharp whipping with a four thonged dog whip just before my wife leaves the house, to "Remind me to be good " Madam Rose always wears the most provocative clothes, split skirts, low cut tops and so on, and takes a great delight in teasing me,-and in taking the cane to me for the least little excuse. I am run ragged with the tasks she sets me, and as a further mark of servility, I am req­uired to shuffle on my knees behind her at all times,kissing and licking her asshe saunters round the room. I am fed tablets which repress my own erections, so doing away with the chastity belt, but as an extra precaution, I am kept permanently locked in two stainless steel rings, one of which clasps my balls, the other fits snugly around my permanently soft prick, both joined by a tiny length of steel chain. I know that the drugs will probably make me impotent eventually, but I really don't mind, as I think that it pleases my wife to think that I will never know what it is to enjoy that most wonderful of sensations­pure sex with a lovely woman. I am, in truth, TRANSFORMED AND HAPPY.