Night In With Aunt Bridget

It was a pleasant evening with Aunt Bridget. A few drinks with her favourite nephew and an opportunity to relax for the weekend. They laughed and joked and she sat, crossing those long, booted legs…..something that her nephew was paying close attention to.

The nephew adored his Aunt. She was the younger and glamorous sister of his frumpy, strict mother. Her dress sense was sexy and very appealing to a young man. He stirred uneasily as Aunt Bridget once again crossed her legs. She noticed his discomfort as she sipped her wine…..he in turn took a massive gulp of his drink as she asked him what the matter was.

He blurted it all out. The sissy fantasy he harboured since being a teen. The desire to wear lovely clothes, be made up and to shamefully be forced into sissy bondage and whoring. Too much drink had loosened the boy’s tongue and Aunt Bridget nodded sympathetically. You see, she knew all about his little habits. Many previous visits resulted in her panty drawer being disturbed, her shoe collection had also been touched. Her special dress up box was left open, with her range of wigs obviously taken out. Aunt Bridget loved to play all manner of games with her gentlemen friends and her wardrobe reflected those fancies.

With the nephew looking slightly dazed at how he confessed so readily, Aunt Bridget rested a perfectly manicured hand on his knee and told him to come upstairs with her. They entered her bedroom and she flung the wardrobe door open along with her panty and nylon drawer. She commanded him to pick an outfit, some underwear, heels and a wig of choice. With a trembling hand, he selected a mustard yellow sweater, short black skirt, patent heels and dark shiny nylons. She ordered him to pull on the nylons first as she knew the feeling against him would be heaven, and she was right as he then put on the pink panties he knew so well, with the strawberry blonde wig finally placed on his head.

Aunt Bridget smiled and with some help, he had an impressive rack stuffed under the sweater to go along with the rest of the ensemble. The makeup was applied and little sissy nephew was seated in front of the dressing table mirror hypnotised by his reflection.

But things weren’t going to end there were they? The bondage fantasy was now the true elephant in the room…..and dearest Aunty revealed the box hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe. Nephew had always been very curious, but the container was always locked. Aunt Bridget went to her jewellery box and found the key, slipping it into the lock and lifting the lid. The box was a haven of bondage equipment….gags, cuffs, rope, bandage wrap and tape. There were other things in there that her innocent nephew wasn’t sure of, but they would be explained soon enough.

The rope was expertly applied around his torso and legs. To nephew’s shame, his cock was bulging through the pink panties and Aunty hitched the skirt up to confirm her suspicions. She felt the offending lump and he had leaked a little through the nylons and panties. She tutted as she pulled her own panties off and balled them up. He opened his mouth without any prompting and she placed her warm, moist underwear behind his slutty red lips. The red bandage was wrapped tightly to seal the gag in place and he moaned softly, struggling against the ropes and trying to dry hump Aunty’s booted legs. Another tut was his reward as Aunt Bridget sat down on the bed and retrieved her phone.

She snapped a few pics of sissy nephew and told him that his fantasy would be a reality tonight. Aunty knew some friends who loved their games too….a charming couple who were very open minded. She made nephew watch as she sent the photos to her friends and the resulting replies. He whined at the thought of being seen like this and who knows what else. He stared down at his stiffening cock, betrayed by the thought of being a used sissy.

Aunty gently kissed his gagged mouth and produced a gleaming steel chastity cage. It seems she was more than used to dealing with these situations and she shushed the wretched slut as she called her sister. Apparently, sweet nephew will be staying over tonight.

So don’t wait up, Mother.

Mood:

I wanna push a cute boy down onto my bed, pounce on him and kiss him, passionately. Our tongues and our lips moving, entwined together. We'd each be letting out little moans as my hands would gently be caressing his face and his on my waist. His hands would slide to my perfect breasts, he'd grab them and within seconds my hands would move to his neck, squeezing it. "And what makes you think you can touch those?" I'd say, firmly. He'd let go and I'd let go of his neck. "I'm sorry, Miss" He'd say softly. "It's okay, baby. But don't you do it again.. You really like these huh?" I'd say, smirking as I grabbed them. I'd make my way to his face and squeeze them, with his face inbetween them, giggling as I watched him struggle to breathe. I'd pull away and he'd be breathing loudly. "Aww, aren't you cute" I'd giggle out. I'd start to suck his fingers, he'd watch in excitement. "I can't trust these things, can I?" I'd say. I'd let go of his hands and grab my restraints from under the bed. I'd undress him and then restrain both his wrists and ankles, then I'd kiss between his thighs. My tongue would glide against his cock and I'd look deeply into his eyes as my drool dripped onto his throbbing cock. I'd smile, biting my lower lip then pucker my lips around the tip and slide down, I'd start sucking slowly up and down, progressing the speed as my nails left little marks on his side. After edging him once with my mouth I'd slide my wet, warm pussy up his stomach and chest then onto his face. He'd start swerving his tongue all over my pussy, tasting my sweet juices as I tasted myself off of his chest and stomach. I'd start stroking his cock, while I grinded all over his face. I'd bring him to the edge over and over again as I'd have multiple orgasms. After several orgasms, I'd get off of his face and he'd beg me to let him cum, barely being able to speak. I'd grab him by the back of his head and place his mouth onto one of my breasts "make them feel good, baby" I'd command him. His tongue would be licking all around my nipples, and sucking them gently as I continued to stroke his cock. As I felt his cock pulsate and see his eyes roll back, I'd quickly let go, running his orgasm. His perfect cock dripping out cum, as I giggled. I'd clean up his mess with my tongue, looking up at him and smiling. His body would feel like it's shaking inside and he would feel frustrated but so happy that he was able to make me cum and see me smile. I'd bring his head onto my chest, playing with his hair, kiss his forehead and whisper "You did a good job, sweetie and I appreciate you so much. You're such a good boy."

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