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Series Disclaimer
In an alternate world where humans have more in common with the mild mannered, female lead Bonobos than with our brutish, male centered chimpanzee relatives, where women lead and men follow, where the bond between a mother and her son is the glue that holds the world together, a young man grows into a useful, productive male, lead by the strong women in his life.
This is an ongoing series, dealing with femdom and male submission.
If you find the description enticing, it is recommended to start reading it at part one.
If not — then not.
All characters are 18 or older and consenting adults.
After Alex has been picked, claimed and presented to the world as Tina’s new ward and the young woman has been welcomed to his family group, he is prepared for their first official date.
Alex wakes up late. To his disappointment, Tina has not claimed him yesterday evening after school, enigmatically telling him she had some errands to do and some things to take care of.
“And you can use a day off from me, can’t you?”
She has winked at him, grinning when they have said good bye after school and he nodded, feeling sheepish. He hasn’t wanted to seem clingy; a silly, overly emotional, lovestruck boy in front of his strong crush.
So he had said “Sure, Ms. Tina” and acted tough, even though his little heart feels like bursting every second he cannot be in her presence.
His Mom has noticed his absent mindedness — he has spend the afternoon alone in his room and hardly touched his food at dinner. Her kisses and attention made it better, but not much. He barely has noticed her whispering with Melissa and Sasha, but afterward he was certain she has made them cancel their plans for the evening to – take care of him. And they did.
Apart from his Mom – and now Tina – the two, inofficially the Number Two and Three in their little family’s hierarchy, are the strongest, most powerful women he knows. In very different ways – they couldn’t be more physically opposite — Melissa a petite Asian beauty, Sasha black, tall and muscular, but they both oozed self confidence and never let anyone doubt who is in charge in the bedroom. When they team up…. well, Alex didn’t get much time to mope over being abandoned for the night by his new crush, being very — Very – busy servicing the two women, their pussies, their rubber cocks.
When they finally let him rest late in the night — or rather early in the morning – his butt hole felt stretched from Sasha’s strap on, his cock raw from an unused amount of more than two minutes of work — Melissa fancies his small cock for reasons he cannot fully fathom. Being petite herself, with an unusually tight vagina, she sometimes says it has just the right size for him.
Of course his stamina is less than suitable for this type of service — she allowed him to enter her inner sanctum twice last night and both times he has lasted hardly more than a minute. Melissa has gained little pleasure from it, the main reason why he so rarely ever gets to use his cock to service a woman. All sex is meant to serve the female pleasure first and foremost, after all. But Alex is well aware of the real purpose of this gift – being allowed to come in a woman surely distracted him, if only for a few moments from his aching sense of missing Tina.
And he got ample opportunity to thank Melissa for her selfless act — he made her come countless times, with his mouth and hands, making the two meagre, short pathetic orgasms of his pale in the light of the glorious feminine climaxes of hers and the other woman in the family threesome.
Now the sun touches his face through the window, he feels his bladder painfully full and has to disentangle himself from Sasha’s strong arms embracing him from behind and Melissa’s gentle hug from the front. He goes to the bathroom, his whole twelve centimetre morning wood bopping. He forces himself to relax, breathe in deep and wait for it to subside before being able to release his bladder. Doing so, his mind wanders and the one thing it would wander to – is Tina.
The two women have indeed managed to take his mind off of her for a while but not for long. His stomach fills with butterflies again at the thought of tonight — they’ll have their first date. Real date — she has used his body in many ways this week, presented him to her friends, become part of his family. But now she is going to take him out, for real. He has never had a real date with a woman. He went out with his Mom of course, all the women of his family group, but that’s – not the same.
His cock grows semi hard again, forcing him to redirect his pee. He shakes it off and gets back to Sasha’s room, cuddling in between the two, rubbing his cock against Melissa’s thigh, dreaming of Tina.
Somehow time manages to crawl like a snail and fly by at once all day. He misses her every second, never letting his eyes of a clock for more than five minutes.
The women all have kept him gemlik escort busy, he has eaten all of the regular family member’s pussies until afternoon, and is grateful to have had something so important to do to kill time, but it hasn’t managed to fully focus him the way it usually does.
At long last, it turns 17:00 and the doorman announces the arrival of the woman he now knows so well already.
Tina enters the apartment, loaded with bags and boxes. Alex, busy at the moment between his mother’s thighs, looks up pleadingly and gets a nod and a smile, shoots up and rushes to the new arrival, naked as he mostly is at home. He has to actually suppress the urge to hug her, but remains standing in front of her, docile, politely waiting for the superior woman to engage in welcoming ceremonies.
“Hi, Lex. Did you miss me, little one?”
“Yes, Ms Tina!”
He bursts out, eagerly nodding, making her chuckle.
She steps towards him, pinches his cheek.
“Aww, such a good little puppy!”
And kisses his mouth, making the butterflies in his stomach flutter up and dance. With a hand on his ass, she leads him to the living room, kisses Sandrine on the mouth. Everyone else has left to leave the head of the family and her sona lone for Alex’s big night.
“He’s been thinking and talking about nothing else but you and your big date, Tina.”
Sandy smiles at the younger woman.
“If we let him talk, that is. We needed to keep him — busy, he was too nervous to be left on his own.”
She ruffles her son’s hair, making him blush. Not being interrupted eating his Mom’s pussy, not standing naked in front of the woman he has such a crush on, but being outed as having the jitters — such a weak, male emotional behaviour – embarrasses him most.
Tina laughs, making him feel warm. He knows she’s not laughing at him, her smile sure soothes him.
“Well, I’m worth getting nervous over, I’d say!”
She winks at him.
“What’s with the bags? Little shopping spree?”
Sandy eyes the bags Alex hasn’t even noticed yet — too busy admiring Tina. Who now smiles at him.
“I got a few little things for Lex for our date!”
The boy’s mother raises an eyebrow.
“You’re not going to spoil my little boy, are you? I know it’s nice to pamper him, trust me, but I don’t want him to feel entitled to presents on a daily basis!”
Tina chuckles.
“It’s for me as much as it is for him. I want him to look pretty, after all when I grant him the privilege of being seen with me!”
“Hm…”
Sandrine still looks sceptical.
“And… Well… no offence, Sandy, but to be perfectly honest, I — think he can use some — upgrade to his wardrobe and general outfit.”
“Oh really?”
Sandrine’s eyebrow raises higher but the twinkle in her eyes show she is less offended than amused.
“Now you made me curious. I was wondering when you start remodelling my little boy…”
“I… I didn’t mean to imply…”
Alex gulps — Tina seems nervous — he doesn’t like that look on the women he adores. But he’s aware his mother can do that to almost anyone, even women, no matter how confident and strong they are.
The older woman laughs
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you. I told you I don’t mind sharing responsibility over my son with you. And I’m aware that includes making him look – pretty. According to Your taste. I promise I won’t interfere when you play dress up with him. Looking forward to see what you have in mind, actually, if the clothes I dress him in are not to your liking!”
Tina smiles, visibly relieved, and puts the boxes and bags on the table. Sits down on the couch by her side.
“Come on, Sandy, let’s enjoy the fashion show.”
Smiling, the older woman takes a seat beside her new young friend. And looks at her son.
“Alright, show us what your new mistress got for you, Lexi.”
With a beating heart, the naked boy opens the first shopping bag and pulls out a black tube of fabric. It takes him a while to figure out which way to hold it, he’s not used to this type of clothing. Sandy makes a “Hmm” sound and looks at it sceptically as Alex holds it up the right way at last.
“You don’t like it?”
Tina asks with a slightly trembling voice.
“It’s not that I don’t like it per se. It looks classy. You seem to have a good taste. I just… Well, you won’t be surprised I’m not a fan of those type of outfits, given the boy’s wardrobe I got for him. Really old fashioned, isn’t it? I hadn’t taken you for the type of woman who likes this on her men?”
Tina shrugs.
“It’s just — Stylish. I like old movies where men wear fancy, sexy, classy dresses like this. We should bring that back. I mean… just… look at it logically. There’s a reason we designed these or men and made them wear them for ages. They’re perfectly made for them. Let all their silly dangly bits hang lose instead of tugging them into tight pants. I mean… even a small tiny dicklet like Alex’s inegöl escort must feel constricted and compressed in those tight pants he wears every day for school. It may be modern to dress men in pants, but I don’t mind being old fashioned, then. Guys aren’t made to wear pants, those are for for women with our smooth, streamlined bodies.”
She puts a hand in her crotch, snugly in tight white pants. Sandrine chuckles.
“I’m not going to deny any of that, but still…”
“Sure, pants may be more convenient, but do we really care if men are comfortable or not, as long as they look pretty and proper?”
Tina shrugs again.
“I guess it comes down to personal preference really. Which can’t be solved by talking about it, can it?”
Sandrine nods with a smile and Tina makes a hand gesture to her date.
“Go on, out it on, little one, Lets see how it suits you!”
Alex, who has been listening to the debate with interest nods. He’s well aware that his own personal preference is of no real importance in the matter. His mother taught him early on that a man has little to no sense of grace or beauty and should leave his outward appearance to the women in his life, a lesson he always followed devoutly. That “women” being, up until now, only his mother herself.
Getting another female opinion to determine his style is exciting. He never really thought about what he wore, just always put on the clothes Sandrine picked for him when not in his school uniform. Usually his Mom’s choices consisted of tight pants and short, more or less revealing tops. Adhering to the modern fashion for men – his Mom has her ear at the pulse of the times. Practical pants, practical shoes, sexy, but utilitarian. A step away from how men were dressed in her youth: Far less practical, more like objects to be presented. In classical male attire like dresses and skirts and rarely pants. He has never worn anything like what the new woman in his life chose — he sees traditional male attire like this on other men or in old movies, but not often anymore. His heart beats faster as he hesitates.
Tina senses the problem.
“This particular one you can pull over your head or pull up over your legs. I had to guess your size — I told the shop assistant ‘scrawny nerd’ and he thinks this should do.”
The women laugh and Alex tries to put it on like pants, loses balance, then pulls it over his head like a shirt. It slides down his body like a whisper. It feels – absolutely amazing. Alex who doesn’t know much about fabrics, never felt anything like this. He guesses it must be silk.
The black fabric smoothly flows around his body, the thin straps resting on his pale shoulders. It is bit snug around his chest and butt, apparently he’s less scrawny than the clerk thought, he thinks, suppressing a petty male gust of price. And he feels his cock — a little bit excited as to the unknown sensation on his skin and the watching eyes of his mother and custodian — pitch a small tent in his crotch. There is no mirror in the living room, but this show is not for him to admire himself, anyway, but for the women.
The black silk dress, baring his shoulders and a big part of his upper chest, whisperingly flows around his narrow waste and his butt and ends closer to his hips than to his knees. He slides his hand over the smooth fabric. It’s shiny soft and almost feels like he is wearing nothing. His dicklet — Tina was right about that — unrestricted by pants feels free and twitches gratefully. It feels weird to wear a dress but it also feels… right. If this is what dresses are like, he can’t deny Tina has a point. This DOES feel like it’s made for a man’s body much more than the tight restrictive pants he usually wears.
Tina smiles at him
“Isn’t he pretty?”
“Hm…”
“Oh, come on, Sandrine, whether you find it old fashioned or not — you can’t deny he’s cute in a dress.”
The older woman shrugs.
“Oh well. I guess he’s kinda cute.”
Alex blushes. Heavily.
“Still reminds me a little too much of the boy toys older woman had on their arms when I was your age, Tina. Uniformed eye candy in their high heels and short dresses. Pretty young men to look at, but a little useless for anything but decoration. I promised myself not to let my son become that.”
“Hey….
Tina puts hand on her new mature confidant’s thigh.
“You know me better by now, don’t you? I’m not going to spoil Lex into one of those old fashioned himbos. I just want him to look cute!”
Sandrine sighs and nods.
“Alright, Alright. I won’t interfere with you playing dress up with Lex as long as you promise not to spoil him. And when you’re with me you’ll wear pants, young man. Or nothing, obviously. Don’t get used to those frilly boyish stuff too much.”
She looks at him sternly but he recognises the expression of mock strictness and a good natured tease. He smiles and nods.
“Yes, mother.”
Tina claps her hand excitedly.
“We’re escort bursa not even done yet, let’s complete an outfit, shall we?”
She directs Alex to a small box and his eyes widen as she opens it. Tina gets up and walks over to him.
“Let me help you with that, the assistant said it’s probably difficult the first time. Showed me how put it on.”
She takes out a black lace garter belt, pulls up the boys dress and pulls it over his hips, going in her knees in front of him for comfort.
“Don’t get used to seeing me like this, little one!”
Sandrine chuckles.
Tina pulls the silky smooth stockings over his pale legs and attaches them to the garter. Pulls down the dress — it’s short enough to see the garters.
“Perfect. And for the final touch…”
From a shoebox she takes a pair of black, shiny high heeled pumps. Alex gulps.
“I… I don’t think I can walk in those…”, making the woman giggle.
“I haven’t expected you to, I’ve seen the footwear you own… We’ll practice a little and I’ll support you until you learned it, little one.”
Of course she will. She slips on the shoes over his stockinged feet – they fit perfectly – Alex feels like being in that fairy tale about the orphan boy who gets picked by Princess Charming. He shyly tries to stand in them, while Tina’s hand strokes his calves before she stands up.
“Don’t tell me thy don’t make his legs look positively stunning.”
Sandrine nods.
“Can’t deny it. It does look classy.”
Her eye wander up and down her son — black silky dress, form fitting on his slender body, the legs shaped by the shoes and stockings and framed by the garters. A picture of old school sexiness, masculinity as this society has defined it since the beginning of time. Representative, sexy eye candy. Not made for any other purpose than to look good at a woman’s side and not meant for physical activities that don’t take place on the back or on the knees. A Classical look for docile, submissive men. Even Sandy, still not persuaded to not find it old fashioned, can’t deny the classical beauty of her son in this. She nods appreciatively.
“I won’t start dressing my son like this any time soon, but I can see why you would. I approve.”
Tina walks to her, leans over the boy’s mother and kisses her on the mouth, gently and gratefully. Alex sighs with relieve. It wasn’t much of a conflict — wasn’t about anything important, after all, only a man — but he doesn’t like seeing women disagree, anyway. It’s their role in life to lead, direct. Be strong and of one mind. Thank Goddess they’re so well able to solve disagreements. Diplomatically. And with the power of…
“Get over here, boy!”
He nods, eagerly walks to the couch. Or tries to, to the amusement of the women, his walk is shaky and he almost falls in his new heels.
Tina smiles at him as she moves off of the older woman.
“Your mother was he wiser one who yielded the most to solve our little disagreement, you know what that means.”
He knows. Of course he does, every man is trained in the art of being used as a deal sealer. The woman who gave in most most gets rewarded first.
His little cock grows fully erect, as he kneels down between his mother’s legs, pulls down her pants she has only just pulled up when Tina arrived, and reveals a moist and opened pussy.
He licks his lips at the aroma as he approaches it. He knows the signs, his mother is quite aroused – apparently the little verbal sparring with the younger woman has triggered her senses more than it angered her. Alex is glad. Women are so wise. Among men that might have become a full blown quarrel. If there weren’t women to reign them in, of course.
He feels the fabric of his new dress softly caress his ass as he bends forward to kiss his mother’s clit, lick her moist, invitingly open lips. His tongue slides into the maternal folds, hungrily lapping up the juices already flowing freely. He hears the couch creak as Tina gets up and crouches down beside him on the floor. Feels her hike up his dress, probe his asshole with a finger and then insert two — no, three fingers into his tight sphincter. He relaxes his ass and moans into his mother’s juicy pussy. His cock twitches wildly as the young woman’s fingers spread his anus, enter him deeply and finally find the sweet spot inside him that begins to throb as she gently rubs it. He sighs and grunts, trying to focus on pleasing his mother while the fingers in his rear send shivers and waves of heat and bliss though his lower body.
When the older woman grabs his head and he feels the familiar convulsion and twitches while sucking on her engorged clit, he almost gets to the point as well — tries to fight it but it would have been futile if Tina had continued her caresses. But she doesn’t.
Well skilled in reading his body, her fingers slide out of him just before he reaches the point of no return. Still kissing his mother’s pussy, drinking the juices squirting into his mouth, he tries to catch a breath, gather himself. His whole lower body is burning, his cock twitching painfully, his balls feel swollen. When he thinks he has gained enough self control, he turns his head to look at Tina, who grins at him.
“Good boy. You almost made a mess in your new dress, huh?”
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