I was always a little afraid of my Aunt Sabrina. She was one of those larger-than-life women that wasn’t afraid of anybody and always seemed to get her own way. She had tortured and tormented me as a teenager and I was still afraid of her and at the same time she was the woman in my darkest fantasies.

So, when she called and said she was coming to visit me for a month, I didn’t know what to say except yes. I was afraid to say no.

When I was younger, I’m 35 now, she would babysit me when my parents went out of town, which was quite often. I was in my early to middle teens and she was 10 years older than me. She was my mom’s sister and they were cut from the same cloth. Mom totally controlled dad and he didn’t twitch without an okay from her. I was an only child and mom’s whipping boy. Up until the time I was 14, mom would punish me for any infractions I committed, real or not. It was always the same. She would make me go into her bedroom, she didn’t sleep with dad, strip naked and put on a pair of leather cuffs. She would make me wait anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour. When she came in, she would be wearing nothing but a slip, a garter belt, nylons and a pair of stiletto high heels. Her long red hair would always be up in either a bun or a ponytail. She would attach a rope to the cuffs which ran through a pulley in the ceiling and then hoist me up until I was on tiptoes. Her punishments varied and were always tied to her version of the severity of my infraction. Sometimes she used a paddle on me, occasionally a riding crop and, for the most severe punishment, she would put on her red leather gloves and beat me with her fists. She would start at my chest and work her away around my body as she went down. The last thing she would pummel were my naked cock and balls. If I dared try to protect them by crossing my legs, it would only get worse. My privates would be all bruised and swollen when she finished. She never talked to me during my beatings but she’d always have a small smile on her face as she beat me. I was home-schooled before that became a hip thing to do. Mom didn’t want anyone seeing my bruises was, I’m sure, the reason she did that. She was strict about my schoolwork and I had to take standardized tests every month and I’d better do well.

Aunt Sabrina was a total sadist. Mom would pick her up and bring her to our house when they were leaving town. They would usually be gone for 5-7 days. I had no idea where they were going or what they were doing. They would usually tell me the morning they were leaving and I never even knew when they were returning. As soon as they would drive off she would tell me to get naked and get to my mom’s bedroom. She would string me up just like mom did but she went a few steps further. Once I was strung up, she would tie ropes around my ankles and spread them as wide as they’d go by tying one to mom’s bed and the other to her armoire. Next, she would take another piece of rope and tie up my cock and balls so tight that they would turn purple. Then, she’d leave me alone for a long time, up to a couple of hours. I don’t know if she left the house or just watched TV or talked on the phone. When she came back, she would strip down to her panties and a pair of high heels. She had very large breasts with big, shiny pink nipples. Her hair was medium length and black. She always put it in a ponytail when she beat me. The routine seldom varied, mom’s red leather gloves would be pulled over her hands until they were skin tight and she would walk up close to me and grab one of my nipples in each hand. She would pinch and twist them until tears ran down my cheeks. Then, her knee would come up sharply between my legs, slamming my testicles again and again. Next, she would step back, hold on to mom’s makeup chair for support and kick me in the privates with her stiletto heels until I was crying out for mercy. Finally, she would finish her beating with her fists. She punched me everywhere but concentrated most of her efforts on my defenseless private parts. Her large, pendulous breasts would be swinging from side to side as she punched me and I could not take my eyes off of them. By the time she would let me down, usually 3 to 4 hours had passed, and I was bruised all over. The most damage was always to my tied-up cock and balls. They would be all black and blue and my testicles would be swollen to twice their normal size.

When she let me down she would always tell me to take a shower and then join her downstairs in the den. She would be sitting in mom’s recliner, naked except for her high heels, her legs spread and her trimmed black pubic hair shining like a beacon, beckoning me to it. She would always have a coca cola for me and would run her fingers through my hair, saying nice things to me and telling me how the punishment was good for me and I’d appreciate it later, when I was full grown. Finally, she would spread her legs and I could see the folds of woman flesh, all wet and glistening, dripping with her fluids. She would gently pull my face to her treasure, as she called it, and hold me firmly in place as I licked and sucked her until she started moaning and thrashing. She would have dozens of minor orgasms that elicited moans of pleasure from her and would finally work herself up to a giant explosion, crushing my face into her pudenda until I couldn’t even breathe. When she finished, she would lay back in the chair for quite a long time, breathing deeply with her eyes closed. I knew what was coming because it was always the same. She would tell me it was time for my treat. I would have to lay down on the floor, face up, and she would straddle my face and slowly lower herself until her glistening vagina was just inches from my open mouth. She would then let loose with her hot urine, directly into my mouth with the admonition that I had better not miss a drop or I’d be getting the beating of my life. Trust me, I never missed a drop.

That evening, when she tucked me into bed, she would always reach between my legs and stroke my penis until it was rock hard. She would bring me to the edge or orgasm 5-10 times. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, she would grab my still swollen testicles with her other hand, still stroking my rock hard erection, and squeeze them as hard as she could. My orgasms were always a mixture of pleasure and horrible pain to my swollen eggs. She would walk out of my bedroom with a smile on her face.

This would go on every day that mom and dad were gone. Some days I would do something to make her mad and there would be more than one beating that day. Sometimes there would 3 or 4, mostly for imaginary infractions. She just wanted to beat me. I know now that she got off doing it and I always had to pleasure her in the recliner.

Towards the end of her days babysitting me, I was required to drink every drop of her urine, every day and use my tongue to wipe her clean.

Needless to say, I was deathly afraid of both of the women in my life and, when I turned 18, I got the hell out of there and joined the Army. I tried to have minimal contact with either of them and finally, after being discharged, moved to a different city and started a new life for myself.

The harm was done however, and I had become addicted to sadistic women. I married one but that didn’t last and I must have visited at least a hundred professional dominatrix but I was still left unsatisfied most of them time. I did have a couple that I enjoyed being with, she was very sadistic and he was into it a little bit but, when she had me over to their house, she could vent her sadistic rage on me and I loved it. I guess it was okay but not perfect.

Other than that, I had a pretty good life going on. I had a good job in the computer technology sector using skills I had learned in the Army. I had a nice house in an older part of town that was nearly paid for and a paid for car and a pretty nice savings account in the bank. I don’t know if anyone is ever totally happy but I was doing okay…….at least until my Aunt Sabrina showed up. I now wish that I’d had the guts to tell her no.

Chapter Two

The phone call had caught me by surprise. She was coming to Nashville for a few weeks, maybe a month, and would be staying with me. I hadn't seen her in nearly 5 years. She would have been 39 or 40 then and I was 30. It was Dad's early retirement party, 35 years toiling for that miserly insurance company. She was, as I well remembered, still a very striking woman, voluptuous body, short black hair, large breasts and great legs, then recently divorced and had done quite well in the settlement. She was dressed in an expensive, tailored outfit and, as always, had on 4 inch heels, tapping their way across the hardwood floor. Mom, 50 then and still a trim, nice-looking woman greeted her with a hug, kiss and a knowing smile, as though they shared a secret. I knew that they did.

She called from the airport on her cell and said she was flagging a taxi and would be at my place in 20 minutes and, please have some iced tea or lemonade for her, it was hot and she was going to be thirsty. I made lemonade as I recalled her liking it. Funny how I did her bidding. She had always had that power over me. She asked and I did.

I was watching out the window as the cab pulled up and the driver got her bags from the trunk, then followed her up to the house. The 2 bags were huge and he was huffing as he ascended the steps. I watched him drop them on the porch and then smile as she handed him what was obviously a big tip. By then the doorbell was ringing and I hurried to the door. I opened it and we both stared at each other for a moment. Damn, she was still a fine looking woman. She had gained a few pounds in the last 5 years but a lot of it was in her breasts. They had always been large, now they were at least DD's and she was proudly displaying her generous cleavage. Her hips were a bit wider but her legs were still slim, ankles still trim and she was still wearing her signature 4 inch stilettos. Just seeing them aroused me a bit.

"Well nephew, aren't you going to invite me in or, are you going to stare at my tits all day," she asked. I stammered back, "Aunt Sabrina, please come in. I was just admiring how great you look and I was not staring at your chest". She laughed as she walked past.

"I hope you've got lemonade for me and I'll take a shot of vodka with it. Then I will tell you why I've come to visit.".

I prepared her a tall glass of lemonade with a shot glass of vodka next to it. She had told me to bring her bags from the porch which I had dutifully done and put them in the guest bedroom. She had went to the powder room off the hall and, when she returned, poured the entire shot in her glass and then took a long drink, sitting down in the chair directly across from me. She made a show of crossing her shapely legs, hiking the skirt up just a little and giving me a great view of her thighs. Between that and the deep vee of her breast cleavage, which she had obviously enhanced while in the powder room, I was getting the beginnings of an erection. I could sense that she knew the effect she was having on me, that she probably had on all men.

"It looks like the last 5 years have been good to you nephew," she said. You look good, your hair isn't falling out and it appears that you're doing okay financially. I'm glad to see that." I nodded my head in assent, not knowing what to say except thank you, which I did. "Now, you're probably wondering why I'm here. My job is with the Girl Scouts of America. I am the Senior VP of that group, with special responsibility for Moral Responsibility. Ain't that a hoot. Your kinky aunt giving moral advice. But, to tell you the truth, I really volunteered to come here and oversee this city's chapters so I could become reacquainted with you. I'm sure you remember all the fun times we used to have. Now, don't you deny it. I know I had an indelible impression on you that forged your life in some ways. One of those ways is your sexual inclinations, isn't it? I say this because about a month ago I came upon your profile in the Eunuch Personals and you were trying to find a sadistic Mistress to do some nasty things to you." She was looking directly into my eyes as she said all this and I was dumb enough to nod my head yes. She still had that power over me. I knew then that I wanted her to abuse me again.

"I'm glad you don't deny it nephew. But, of course you wouldn't do that because, the instant I called you, you secretly hoped I was still the sadistic aunt you knew as a teenager and that, maybe, when I came to visit I would do some of those nasty, kinky things to you that you so desperately need."

I was still nodding my head. "Yes, Aunt Sabrina. I suppose that in the back of my mind, I might have been thinking that but the truth is, I've never known how to say no to you.". That brought a smile to her red lips. "Well, now that we both know the real truth, let's get down to exactly what I want you to do, my little pussyboy. I can stay in your city for as long as I wish and I might want to stay for a long time."

She then had me take her on a tour of my house. She told me that she would be sleeping in the master bedroom and I would be in the smallest bedroom, starting today. The basement, with its exposed beams would be her kinky workshop and I was to outfit it to her specifications. She already had a shipment coming with her favorite bdsm furniture, punishment devices and toys. I had a large, 10 acre lot with lots of trees. She really liked that, said the privacy would be perfect. She wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear the cries of pain.

By the time she finished her tour, she'd also finished her 2nd lemonade and vodka. We stopped outside the master bedroom. "I think it's time to start, pussyboy," she said. "Go in there and remove your clothes quickly. Lay down on the floor, face up and open your mouth wide. Auntie's bladder is full and you're going to be her toilet slave, just like before."

I couldn’t say no. I just could not get that word out of my mouth. I hung my head and walked into the bedroom. I got naked and laid down on the floor, mouth open, waiting for her gift. She straddled my face and squatted over my open mouth, her skirt covering my face totally. She’d either taken off her panties or didn’t have any on to start with. The light shining through her skirt allowed me to view her treasure. It hadn’t changed much in all these years. Looking up at her pink folds of woman flesh looked almost exactly like it did 20 years before. She kept it shaved smooth now, except for a little strip of hair right above her clitoris. Her labia were gaping, the long dangling lips hanging open from the position she was in and I could see her peehole, already starting to dilate. The first golden drops formed and then, quickly a steady flow was filling my mouth. I hadn’t lost the skill of swallowing with my mouth open while laying on my back. As I did 20 years ago, I didn’t miss a drop.

“Good job pussyboy,” she said. “You didn’t miss any of my gift, just like 20 years ago. I’m going to the den now. I noticed you had a nice recliner for me to use and, after you brush your teeth, you will be allowed to service my special place until I am satisfied. Does that make you happy pussyboy?”

“Yes Auntie, you know it does,” I replied as I headed into my bathroom to brush my teeth for her.

“Not in there pussyboy. That’s my bathroom now. You gather up your stuff and use the hall bathroom by your little bedroom. Later, after I’m done with you, you can move all your stuff to that bedroom and then you’ll only be allowed in here if I invite you.” I did as I was told. I hated myself for it but obviously, deep down, loved it.

When I walked into the den, still naked, she was sitting in my recliner, looking just like she had looked 30 years ago. The years had been good to her and especially to her body. She was obviously an older woman now but it just seemed to add to her voluptuousness. Her large, pendulous breasts were still tipped with pretty pink nipples. Her pubic hair was still black and her pussy was even prettier than I remembered. She tousled my hair and slowly pulled my face towards her treasure. She paused with my nose barely an inch from her, allowing me to inhale her scent. My cock was rock hard, betraying me and telling her that she owned me from the minute she rang the doorbell. Hell, from the minute my phone rang. She held on to my head as she guided it to her moist warmth, all the while admonishing me to do a good job or I’d have to face her wrath.