AUNT VIVIEN - PART 6
AUNT VIVIEN - PART 6
My Aunt Vivien had perfectly shaped, high arched feet with square perfectly symmetrical toes. The soles of her feet on the outsides were nicely wrinkled and tanned. Her nails were always kept up and she wore ankle bracelets almost daily. When she wore polish it was usually light pink or clear.
During my college years, I boarded in the basement apartment at her home. Aunt Vivien was in her mid forties and divorced. In my earlier years, as now, she was the stuff of every young man's dreams. Sensually dominant, self assured, and feminine.
Whenever she would visit she would invariably be wearing the finest hosiery and heels, tight pencil skirts and her hair in a bun with dangling earrings and meticulous makeup that gave her and stern, but oh so sensual appearance. It was a stomach churning sensation every time I heard those words, Honey, your Aunt Vivian is on her way over, clean up your room.
Aunt Vivien grew up in an age where women celebrated them feminine charms and my aunt knew full well the effect she had on men and women alike. She had a habit of using her assets to full effect. Her movements were fluid and mesmerizing as she sat, crossed her legs and turned her foot this way and that to make sure her footwear met with her approval at any given moment. If she caught me once, she could me a hundred times, "Are you staring at my feet again?"
Fast forward a few years and I'm a freshman at college, staying in the basement apartment of my Aunt Vivien. It was a lazy saturday and I was on the couch pretending to be reading the paper while raising it just enough that I could get a look over at my Aunt Vivien's footwear as she sat in the chair across the room. As usual, her foot bobbing to and fro over her crossed legs and the silky sounds of stockings whisping together as she moved her foot up and down.
"What is so fascinating over there, little one? Are you reading or are you having those naughty thoughts again?"
As usual when she would catch me in as she put it, "moments of weak control", my heart started racing. After I could not answer, she knew she had caught me.
"Just as I thought, how long has it been, a week? I supposed we still need to learn some control down there don't we sweetie?" Still with a lump in my throat and unable to speak she would prod in that playful but slightly stern tone "answer me young man".
"Yes ma'am", I managed to stammer in response, my voice cracking at my embarrassment at having been caught again.
"Just as I thought, stand up and let's see the naughtiness". As I tried to stand, my legs shaking but my penis rock hard and throbbing at the way she would call attention to my fetish for her and her perfect feet she looked me direct in the eye, then back to where my penis was making a tent down the side of my leg, by now she could see its twitch at every bob of her foot, now on full display before me.
"I suppose its been long enough then. Shall I let the little one have some time at my feet? Is that what you need sweetie?"
"Yes ma'am, I'd like that very much Aunt Vivien" I confessed without even thinking, as if my penis had taken over my brain.
"Very well then, go to my vanity and locate the second drawer from the top and get a towel and my peppermint foot lotion and come right back here."
I was rock hard by the time I brought the towel and lotion back to the living room where she was sitting preparing for my voluntary humiliation at her feet, crossed legs, with her heels on the floor and her foot bobbing up and down in a mesmerizing dance I'd seen so many times.
"Look at you. You can't help yourself can you hun? Hand me the towel and remove your pants for me."
I'm going to allow you to lotion my bare feet but you must control your naughty thoughts. If you have an accident, you will be spanked and you will not be allowed at my feet for another week, is that understood?"
As I struggled to get my pants down over my by now rock hard penis, the smirk on her face told me all I needed to know that, as usual, she was enjoying my predicament and obvious embarrassment at getting so predictably excited by the mere sight of her perfect size 7 feet.
"My my my, we are excited aren't we?". Despite that I was almost ready for college, she like to talk "mommy talk" to me because every time she did my penis would throb uncontrollably, giving her even more control.
She knew how to push my buttons and these foot massage sessions were her way of allowing me to be close to her feet and indulge in my fetish while she could maintain exacting control over my state of arousal.
She knew from experience that she could make me spurt at any moment without even touching me or allowing me to touch myself, just from the control she knew she exerted over me through her stern, sensual, self assured manner and her meticulously pedicured feet on full display right in front of me.
Often times, I'd have to try to think of anything other than what she was saying to me, simply because her gentle coaxing and encouragement of my foot fetish, combined with the spectacle of her glistening, perfectly pedicured size 7 feet would often cause me to have an untimely "accident" way sooner than I wanted - every foot session spent with my aunt Vivian was one I wanted to linger as long as possible.
"Panties down too, sweety. We can't have you making any accidents now can we? You'll keep your penis exposed to me at all times so that I can monitor your nastiness"
Despite that I was wearing my usual tighty whiteys, she always called them "panties" because she often would have me go to her bedroom and bring her a pair of panties that she would ritually have me put on over my rock hard penis, just to heighten my embarrassment - and arousal.
"Well Timmy, you certainly have a problem there don't you? And you're leaking too. On your knees you go, chop chop"
"Eyes up. Have I given you permission yet? Look me right in the eye young man. I catch you staring at my feet constantly without permission and look what its caused. Look at your penis. Even thought I'm allowing you to special time with my feet to worship and massage them, you can't help but let those naughty thought of yours get to your penis can you? I can't have my nephew in a constant state of arousal without my permission. What do we do with naughty nephews who get leaky erections without permission?"
"They get spanked", I mumbled, my voice cracking from the fact that here I was, nearly full grown man, kneeling naked in front of my embarrassed to speak the words...
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My Aunt Vivien had perfectly shaped, high arched feet with square perfectly symmetrical toes. The soles of her feet on the outsides were nicely wrinkled and tanned. Her nails were always kept up and she wore ankle bracelets almost daily. When she wore polish it was usually light pink or clear.
During my college years, I boarded in the basement apartment at her home. Aunt Vivien was in her mid forties and divorced. In my earlier years, as now, she was the stuff of every young man's dreams. Sensually dominant, self assured, and feminine.
Whenever she would visit she would invariably be wearing the finest hosiery and heels, tight pencil skirts and her hair in a bun with dangling earrings and meticulous makeup that gave her and stern, but oh so sensual appearance. It was a stomach churning sensation every time I heard those words, Honey, your Aunt Vivian is on her way over, clean up your room.
Aunt Vivien grew up in an age where women celebrated them feminine charms and my aunt knew full well the effect she had on men and women alike. She had a habit of using her assets to full effect. Her movements were fluid and mesmerizing as she sat, crossed her legs and turned her foot this way and that to make sure her footwear met with her approval at any given moment. If she caught me once, she could me a hundred times, "Are you staring at my feet again?"
Fast forward a few years and I'm a freshman at college, staying in the basement apartment of my Aunt Vivien. It was a lazy saturday and I was on the couch pretending to be reading the paper while raising it just enough that I could get a look over at my Aunt Vivien's footwear as she sat in the chair across the room. As usual, her foot bobbing to and fro over her crossed legs and the silky sounds of stockings whisping together as she moved her foot up and down.
"What is so fascinating over there, little one? Are you reading or are you having those naughty thoughts again?"
As usual when she would catch me in as she put it, "moments of weak control", my heart started racing. After I could not answer, she knew she had caught me.
"Just as I thought, how long has it been, a week? I supposed we still need to learn some control down there don't we sweetie?" Still with a lump in my throat and unable to speak she would prod in that playful but slightly stern tone "answer me young man".
"Yes ma'am", I managed to stammer in response, my voice cracking at my embarrassment at having been caught again.
"Just as I thought, stand up and let's see the naughtiness". As I tried to stand, my legs shaking but my penis rock hard and throbbing at the way she would call attention to my fetish for her and her perfect feet she looked me direct in the eye, then back to where my penis was making a tent down the side of my leg, by now she could see its twitch at every bob of her foot, now on full display before me.
"I suppose its been long enough then. Shall I let the little one have some time at my feet? Is that what you need sweetie?"
"Yes ma'am, I'd like that very much Aunt Vivien" I confessed without even thinking, as if my penis had taken over my brain.
"Very well then, go to my vanity and locate the second drawer from the top and get a towel and my peppermint foot lotion and come right back here."
I was rock hard by the time I brought the towel and lotion back to the living room where she was sitting preparing for my voluntary humiliation at her feet, crossed legs, with her heels on the floor and her foot bobbing up and down in a mesmerizing dance I'd seen so many times.
"Look at you. You can't help yourself can you hun? Hand me the towel and remove your pants for me."
I'm going to allow you to lotion my bare feet but you must control your naughty thoughts. If you have an accident, you will be spanked and you will not be allowed at my feet for another week, is that understood?"
As I struggled to get my pants down over my by now rock hard penis, the smirk on her face told me all I needed to know that, as usual, she was enjoying my predicament and obvious embarrassment at getting so predictably excited by the mere sight of her perfect size 7 feet.
"My my my, we are excited aren't we?". Despite that I was almost ready for college, she like to talk "mommy talk" to me because every time she did my penis would throb uncontrollably, giving her even more control.
She knew how to push my buttons and these foot massage sessions were her way of allowing me to be close to her feet and indulge in my fetish while she could maintain exacting control over my state of arousal.
She knew from experience that she could make me spurt at any moment without even touching me or allowing me to touch myself, just from the control she knew she exerted over me through her stern, sensual, self assured manner and her meticulously pedicured feet on full display right in front of me.
Often times, I'd have to try to think of anything other than what she was saying to me, simply because her gentle coaxing and encouragement of my foot fetish, combined with the spectacle of her glistening, perfectly pedicured size 7 feet would often cause me to have an untimely "accident" way sooner than I wanted - every foot session spent with my aunt Vivian was one I wanted to linger as long as possible.
"Panties down too, sweety. We can't have you making any accidents now can we? You'll keep your penis exposed to me at all times so that I can monitor your nastiness"
Despite that I was wearing my usual tighty whiteys, she always called them "panties" because she often would have me go to her bedroom and bring her a pair of panties that she would ritually have me put on over my rock hard penis, just to heighten my embarrassment - and arousal.
"Well Timmy, you certainly have a problem there don't you? And you're leaking too. On your knees you go, chop chop"
"Eyes up. Have I given you permission yet? Look me right in the eye young man. I catch you staring at my feet constantly without permission and look what its caused. Look at your penis. Even thought I'm allowing you to special time with my feet to worship and massage them, you can't help but let those naughty thought of yours get to your penis can you? I can't have my nephew in a constant state of arousal without my permission. What do we do with naughty nephews who get leaky erections without permission?"
"They get spanked", I mumbled, my voice cracking from the fact that here I was, nearly full grown man, kneeling naked in front of my embarrassed to speak the words...
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