Miss Bridgeway led Carl out of the parlor and down the hall to the kitchen using his penis as a joy stick of sorts. "Did you enjoy your first session with Mrs. Swanson?"
Carl had just been masturbated by one of the founding Sisters of The Sisterhood a group of progressive women who advocated CFNM as a way of controlling the sexual urges of men, young men in particular. The year was 1971; Carl was the son of Dr. Roger Morton and his wife Sara Lee. He was a special convert to the CFNM movement because Dr. Morton was Mrs. Swanson's very first 'devotee' to the movement and Sara Lee Parker was the first young lady to be matched with a devotee. Carl was the first second generation devotee.
The kitchen was a large one as were all of the kitchens in the Victorian mansions on "Professors Row." Even so it had been remodeled over the years to suit the needs of Mrs. Swanson and the Sisters. The breakfast nook which had looked out on the large back porch on the south side of the house was now a "milking station" for the young men who were being trained to be devoted followers of the CFNM lifestyle. The bay window had been replaced with large glass pocket doors so that the kitchen could flow into the outdoors where the porch was now a comfortable entertainment area for the Sisters during the summer months. The doors themselves were mirrored on the inside so that the Sisters could watch activities inside without being observed themselves.
Miss Bridgeway placed Carl's clothes on a center island and then led him to the clothes tree in a corner of the kitchen. "Do you recognize this Carl?"
"Yes ma'am; it's just like the one in the parlor."
"That's right, Carl. It is the easiest way for you to know that you are in a CFNM household. When you visit a CFNM home and your hostess invites you to 'make yourself comfortable' she is really telling you to strip, but that's so vulgar, isn't it? Besides it is so much nicer when a man submits willingly and cheerfully; don't you think?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"There is a proper way to arrange your clothes. Let's hang your clothes on the clothes tree the way you would if you were undressing; ok?"
"Yes ma'am."
"First, you would hang your jacket like this; on these 'shoulders, they're like a hanger. Next you would take off your shoes and socks and put them on the shelf under the seat. Then, you would take off your trousers and hang them neatly over this top bar; your tie goes on top of your trousers and your shirt should be draped loosely on top of the tie. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Lastly," Miss Bridgeway continued, "you will take off your underwear; folding it neatly with the shorts on top. That makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now that you are naked you are ready to present yourself. There are many things you need to learn about presenting yourself but primarily you should be open and unashamed. You should be proud of your genitals and happy to show them to the Sisters; never, ever cover yourself. Is that clear, Carl?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"One more thing, Carl."
"Yes, ma'am."
"There will be times during the day or evening, when you are studying perhaps, that you will be distracted by thoughts of a sexual nature. If you are going to be successful in school you need to be able to concentrate. Your energies should be focused on gaining the knowledge you need to qualify for medical school; if you are thinking about sexual matters you can't concentrate! Isn't that true, Carl?"
"I suppose so, ma'am."
"When that happens, Carl, I want you to feel free to find me and ask me to help you. You can come down to the kitchen any time you feel too distracted to study. Never play with yourself! If Mrs. Swanson or I, or any of the Sisters observe you fondling yourself you will be punished with a spanking in front of the entire household. Is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am, I will try very hard to keep my hands from idly playing with my penis!"
"That's a good boy, Carl! You have pledged your self to The Sisterhood and your penis is ours now to enjoy but I think you will find that we can be very kind and caring mistresses. In exchange for the gift of your penis you will receive the training that is necessary to be successful professionally, socially and emotionally. That being said, Carl, it's not nice to be vulgar; never just pop in and say 'I want you to jack me off or give me a hand job'. That's so gross!" You should be obtuse; say 'I'm very uncomfortable will you help me? Or, 'I can't concentrate will you help me?' Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Carl's penis was indeed very stiff and it had been since he left the parlor. He was uncomfortable and was becoming more so. Miss Bridgeway knew that and was prolonging his agony on purpose. She crossed the room and sat down on the milking bench. "You may proceed."
Carl walked towards her with his arms at his side and his erect penis jutting out nicely and said, "Miss Bridgeway, I need your help, I'm very uncomfortable. Will you please help me?"
"I'd be pleased to help you, Carl! Your erection is so nice; but I can see how it might be distracting." She reached between his legs and fondled his genitals. "Oh my yes! Your balls feel like they could use some relief." With that she stood up and gestured towards the "milking bench", "This is our milking bench, Carl. Once a week we will give you a special milking that includes massaging your prostate; but not right now!" She pulled on his penis and led him to the center island. "When you come down for breakfast, by the way, breakfast is at 6:30 am sharp, you'll be naked of course, and you'll eat breakfast here at the center island. On this end there is a small pull out shelf where I can place a bowl to catch your semen if you should have a morning erection. You have those don't you, Carl?"
"Yes ma'am, almost every day."
"Not to worry, dear, I usually do each of you boys first thing in the morning just to get the day started right."
Carl gulped, "you'll do me in front of the others?"
"No need to be shy, Carl, as a CFNM devotee you will find yourself in the company of naked men most of the time so you'll get used to seeing other men being masturbated and you will be masturbated in front of them, always by women of course."
"Yes, ma'am"
Miss Bridgeway pulled out the shelf and placed a small bowl on it. "When you spurt this time Carl, I am going to aim you at this bowl and collect your semen. I'm not going to take as much time as Mrs. Swanson because you have to get back to your studies." She opened a drawer and took out a small tube of lotion and applied some to her hands. "This should feel nice." She said as she began to stroke Carl's throbbing cock rhythmically.
