Martin sat at his computer, waiting for the image to download. This was in the late 1980s, before the world wide web, and Martin was connected to a "bulletin board system" (BBS) via a modem. The photographs were black and white, and each one took about ten minutes to download. Martin had been at it all day.
He had turned 18 yesterday, and when he logged on this morning, the BBS had informed him that he would now have access to it's "adult" sections. Martin had never looked at porn before, but he was curious. He spent several hours downloading images of naked women posing in various seductive positions. He was astonished to see these photographs, the women displaying their bodies, exposing themselves for him to see. He was touching himself, stroking his penis, and preparing to cum.
Martin was staring at a photograph of two women standing next to each other. Something about seeing them together made it extra hot. It's not just that he could see their breasts, but that each of them could see the other's breasts. Each woman not only knew that men were staring at their bodies. They also could see another woman's body standing right there and being objectified in the same way. This somehow made the intensity of the objectification even stronger for Martin. A woman not just exposed but seeing another woman exposed. Two pusses exposed together, aware of each other, vulnerable together.
But then he noticed another special "forum" in the adult section of the BBS. This one was called "bondage". Martin went into this forum and soon found himself drawn into a much kinkier world. The women in these photos were not exposing themselves of their own accord. Rather, they had been exposed. Men had exposed them.
These women had not taken off their shirts in order to reveal their breasts. Instead, they had been tied up, their hands immobilized, and then men had removed their shirts, exposing their breasts whether they wanted it or not. These women hadn't seductively pulled down their pants. They had had their pants pulled down.
Martin was waiting now for another photo to download. This one was called "twife" which was short for "tied wife". So far Martin had seen women tied up in a number of poses. He was always fascinated and aroused by their helplessness. The way their breasts dangled and swayed, the nipples tender and beyond their control, touchable and sensitive, without defense. And the shocking availability of their vulvas, shaved or hairy, smooth or irregular, but always undeniably female.
Finally the photograph was done downloading. Martin had to decompress the image before he could open it. It had taken all of fifteen minutes to get. But it was worth it. The image was astonishing, actually unbelievable. The woman in it was tied spreadeagled with her arms and legs wide apart. She had heavy breasts, but not enormous. Just big enough to be incredibly sexy. They lay exposed on her chest, the nipples pointing upwards, ready to be touched. And between the woman's legs, her hairy cunt was completely visible, every inch of her labia accessible. Martin could even see her anus.
It was the most amazing thing Martin had ever seen. He quickly loaded the photograph into the screensaver program that he used for its "slide show" feature. He could set it to display each image for five seconds and then fade to the next. This allow him to use both hands to masturbate.
Martin rolled the mouse up into the corner of the screen to start the screensaver. The first images began to come up. Naked women. Naked pussies and breasts. Martin began to stroke himself. He was about half-way to climax when his mother called from down the hallway: "Martin, dinner is ready!"
Martin was a senior in high school. He was eager to move out of his home where he lived with his mom and his sister Susan. She was just one year older than him but she always treated him like a bratty younger brother. He wished she had gone away to college this year but instead she had stayed around working in a grocery story to save money before deciding what to do with the rest of her life. The house was relatively small and Martin had begun to feel oppressed by the dominant female atmosphere of his mother and big sister.
This week, Martin's aunt Pamela was staying with them also. She was several years older than his mom but they were sisters and very close. Martin felt he had even less space with the three of them in the house. Also, his aunt had a habit of walking around in her dressing gown, which allowed Martin to see the shape of her body even if he never got to see her naked skin. He had certainly noticed the curve of he breasts at breakfast the previous day. Maybe that had contributed to the intense sexual feelings he was experiencing.
Martin cursed under his breath as his mom called him to dinner again. What could he do? It seems such a shame to rush the cum after all this lovely buildup and the new discovery of these images. But if he didn't respond, his mom would come knocking on his door. "Just a minute!" he shouted back, grabbing the mouse and jiggling it to turn off the screensaver. The computer once again showed his normal desktop.
Martin waited a few more seconds for his breathing to subside. His mother, aunt, and sister would be waiting for him in the dining room. He had been fantasizing about his aunt's naked body for the past few days, and suddenly he saw it in a new position: the spread-eagled position from the last photograph he had downloaded. He imagined his aunt's arms tied apart, unable to shield her chest, her mature breasts flopping forward, ready for his fingers to caress. He imagined his aunt's leg's tied apart, unable to close her knees, her mature cunt —
"Martin! I've been calling you for dinner!" His mother opened the door to his room without knocking. Martin was startled out of his reverie. He mumbled something about doing his homework and tried to look busy. He felt ashamed to have been caught in a sexual fantasy. He tried to act as if he had been doing something boring, but was certain that his mother could read his sexual arousal on his face and body. Had she seen his throbbing erection? Had she noticed how close his hands were to his dick?
"I don't like having to call you multiple times," his mother said. "I want you to come right now. Dinner is —" Suddenly, she stopped speaking in the middle of her sentence. Martin looked up to try and figure out what had caused this interruption. She was staring at him. No, she was staring past him, at his computer...
Martin turned his gaze back to his computer and found, to his absolute horror, that the screensaver had started up again automatically. There were the black and white photos he had downloaded. The ones he had just been masturbating to. The naked women. Before he could react, the first image, which showed a woman posing in an obviously seductive way, cross-faded into the next, which showed a woman tied to a chair, her very large breasts hanging naked for all to see. With a surge of adrenalin, Martin grabbed the mouse and moved it. After what seemed like the longest half-second of all time, the screensaver closed and Martin's desktop returned.
"Martin." His mother said. He found that he could not look up or meet her eyes. "Martin, come over here." Like a shamed school-child, Martin stood up and walked a few steps towards his mother. He was still looking at the floor. "Those were dirty pictures," his mother said. "I saw them. I know that you must have gotten them from that bulletin system you subscribe to." There was a pause.
"This is unacceptable," his mother continued. "I expect you at your age to be looking for a girlfriend. That's what a boy your age should be doing. I won't have my son looking at porn. And that second picture. That woman was tied up. Do you like that?" Martin couldn't speak. "How can you like something like that? That's cruel. She must feel humiliated. Haven't I raised you to respect women? Haven't I taught you that women are human beings and not just bodies? I can't believe you would look at an image like that for fun."
As his mom talked, Martin was seized with the fear that the screensaver would come on again, as it was set to do so automatically after a few minutes of inactivity. He tried to think of a way to change the subject and get them to go back to the dinner table. But his mother's voice was very serious and Martin still felt completely frozen.
"A woman's body is her own property, Martin," his mom continued. "Women's bodies deserve respect as much as men's bodies do. You wouldn't like it if someone tied you up naked, would you? Or if someone touched you in a way you didn't want to be touched? Would you like it if everyone at school saw photographs of you naked? How would that feel?"
Another pause. Martin was still staring at the floor and hoping desperately that his mother's lecture would end before the screensaver came back on. No such luck. The screen went black and began again to display the images he had downloaded, starting from the beginning. His mother watched the screen, as if transfixed. Martin made a move towards the computer. "Stop," his mother said, in a commanding tone. "I want to see how bad it is."
His mother watched in silence as the screenshow played. Martin felt like he wanted to do. Before, he had been watching these images in private, sitting down, and they had turned him on wildly and made him want to stroke his penis. Now his penis was completely soft, a shameful little secret hidden inside his jeans. He wanted to run from the room but knew that this was already the beginning of his punishment for looking at porn, and especially porn that involved bondage.
The images marched on. Martin felt profoundly ashamed as his mother witnessed all the naked women. He felt bad when he saw her looking coldly and silently at the women posed in provocative positions. But when the tied up and helpless women appeared, the shame became even more overwhelming. Finally, the slideshow came around to the spread-eagle photograph, the woman's bush thrust forward to the camera, her cunt completely objectified. His mother stared at it with a mixture of fascination and horror. What must she be thinking? Martin wondered. She has a pussy. She must feel angry to see a pussy forcibly exposed in such a way.
