After dinner, my two aunts took me into their large lounge and sat me down between them on a leather couch, which was cool to my bare buttocks - I was told by Aunt Carol, the bossier and at 37 the younger of the two, that I must always wear a thong around the house or go naked. Aunty Carol and Aunty Chrissy, the 40-year-old, wore sexy lingerie around the place. It was all very arousing for an 18-year-old boy, I can tell you.
After we'd settled down, Aunt Carol told me: "This is one of our favourite films and I know you're going to like it, Roger. Feel free to ask any questions."
Then she pressed the play button on the remote and the movie started. After the title - Tex Gets Into Trouble, starring Tex Tanker and featuring The Torture Twins - a man was shown driving on the freeway. The action started fairly quickly. Tex, it turned out, was a burglar. He broke into the Torture Twins house, was caught and overpowered when they returned unexpectedly from a shopping expedition. Then the action heated up!
Tex was taken to a basement torture chamber, stripped naked and shown to possess a rather large, erect cock. "He's nine inches long," said Aunty Carol, as if reading my thoughts.
Aunty Carol and Aunty Chrissy were dressed in sexy leather outfits, which exposed their breasts and pussies. They look stunning and my cock was soon as hard as a rock in its satin thong. Aunty Carol didn't help matters by stroking the outside of the garment.
I didn't think much of the acting abilities of my two lovely aunties - although there was no way I was going to tell them that, of course. But I must confess that once they started to work on poor old Tex - who was in his mid 20s I guessed - they demonstrated an expertise which obviously came from years of experience.
Tex's first punishment came when he was tied to a sort of sturdy leather flogging bench. Aunty Carol used a leather flogger about 18 inches long and about four inches wide at its business end.
"That's one of my favourite floggers," she said, as I watched her whipping poor old Tex's buttocks. "It delivers a healthy sting, but won't break the flesh." Then she looked at me with a really wicked grin and added: "You'll love it!"
As Aunty Carol whipped the burglar's backside, Aunty Chrissy stood at the head of the bench and placed her pussy about a foot from Tex's wailing face. Then she started to masturbate as she watched her sister whaling into Tex. Soon she came, very, very noisily.
"Was that a real orgasm, aunty?" I asked, as her sister continued to stroke my cock.
"Not from memory, darling," she said. "Tex is a sweet young thing, but he does nothing for me. I'm pretty sure I faked it."
Tex was then removed from the flogger, ruefully rubbing his by now crimson cheeks. My two aunts then strapped him down on the bench so that he was face up. Aunty Carol then squatted on his face, and Tex's prick soon rose from a semi-stiffy that he had to a raging hard-on.
Then Aunt Chrissy took over his punishment. Using a little leather lash no more than eight inches long, she began to flog his erection. Tex's voice was muffled as he was being sat on my Aunt Carol, but it was obvious he wasn't enjoying the work being done on his cock by Aunty Chrissy.
"Don't take any notice of his cries," Aunt Chrissy told me, "he's a pain freak, he just loves it when his cock is flogged."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because he's a fucking masochist, Roger," sneered my Aunt Carol. "He likes pain - not excruciating pain, just a nice warm throbbing pain. He's really lapping this up - while he's lapping up my pussy juice, that is."
I watched the rest of the film with interest. Tex underwent all sorts of punishments, but I noticed that he never touched Aunt Chrissy - all his oral adoration was carried out on her sister.
I asked why and Aunt Chrissy explained: "As the Torture Twins we usually play 'good cop, bad cop'. I'm usually the nice one, Carol is the tough one. And anyway, like I said, Tex does nothing for me."
"No, you're more into chocolate logs, aren't you Chrissy?" laughed Carol. "Don't take any notice of her 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' routine, Roger. You wait till you see her work over a black slave in a couple of other of our movies. Talk about nasty!"
The movie ended with my two aunts urinating all over Tex as he lay remarkably unprotesting on a black rubber sheet. After they finished drenching his cock and balls, his belly and chest and ending with spurts over his face, Tex rubbed his hands over his cock and shot a large wad of semen onto his belly.
I asked them about his "golden shower".
Aunt Carol enlightened me. "A lot of male slaves love golden showers - some even drink it, believe it or not. Apart from the fact that it's an extremely humiliating exercise - and these guys are really into humiliation, Roger - it's also rather nice." "Nice?" I said, in a disbelieving tone of voice.
"Yes, darling," said Aunty Chrissy. "You see it's almost sterile, and it's warm. Slaves love the warmth as it flows over their naked bodies. You can see the effect it had on Tex - he loves stroking his piss-drenched prick, it makes him come as you saw."
"Well, Roger," said Aunt Carol. "You've seen what we do for a living? Wanna play?"
"It's intriguing," I told her. "I must confess I'm fascinated. But it's also a little bit scary - scary that I find it very arousing."
Then Aunt Carol dropped her "in your face" attitude and kissed me on the mouth. "Don't worry, Roge," she said, stroking my erection, this time with her hand down the top of my thong, "I'll go easy on you. And old misery guts Chrissy will no doubt be on hand to make sure I don't get carried away."
Aunty Chrissy nodded. "You damn well bet I will," she said. "Now, off to bed Roger and we'll come up with a scenario for you for tomorrow morning."
"A scenario?" I asked.
"Sure," said Aunty Carol. "Sex slaves always have a scenario they like to play out as an excuse for their punishment. It's usually something really mundane, like being caught going through a knicker drawer. In fact, it's such an old familiar plot, I think we'll use that. I'll catch you going through my soiled panties, sniffing them, rubbing them on your cock. You get the drift, I'm sure."
I did. "OK," I said. "When will the game start?"
"After breakfast," said Aunty Chrissy. "We'll have a nice meal, then we'll get dressed up."
"Dressing up is a big part of it, isn't it?" I asked.
"Certainly is," said Aunt Carol. "Sex slaves like to see their dominatrixes in really sexy lingerie, or leather - or PVC. What's your preference, darling?"
