A boys sex training part 1

Charlie thinks he can get away from me, that I am easily escaped. Yet he listened to my fabulous “Vagina” recording on my website how many times? A total of four now…..he tries to deny his obsession with me when I confront him about it.

Charlie is a 67 year old, impotent, white male from my home state. He called me out of the clear blue one night sounding as if he might have a heart attack any minute. Babbling on about how powerful I am, and this and that about my thighs. He was utterly obsessed with my legs and thighs, stuttering so badly I had a very hard time understanding what he was saying.

Most men are quite scared when they call me (I post my phone number on my personal Bitch Goddess Home Page on the internet), as well they should be, but Charlie was in a near state of panic. I had to tell him to calm down, take a deep breath, and to let me do the talking.

I explained to him about my expectations for every level of slave that serves me. I asked him many questions and in turn communicated what I wanted and would demand of him. I talked for quite a while, I analyzed him deeply. I took on a corporal tone that I could tell was giving him mild seizures as he was breathing like a freight train.

No, he wasn’t masturbating. He’s impotent and hasn’t been able to gain an erection in ten years. We discussed this to great detail, as I am very intelligent and well versed in the ways of sexual dysfunction. I studied this to some degree in college and still do side research as a hobby. I asked just the right questions to, indeed, prove this to be true.

He emails me the next day with something near post traumatic stress dis-order, explaining how sick he felt and that he was so scared he would lose all his self control and could never go to my site again. He further explains he is terrified of me.

I decide, while reading his further whinings, that I want to make him suffer. Typically “normal” males are given a degree of pity because they are slaves to their sexual organs. They are still punished, as should be, but it is understood their cock is their center of being and this is how they are controlled……like the handle it is.

But this guy isn’t “normal”, he has no throbbing boner to blame his actions of stupidity on. I realize he is just *that* stupid, he actually thinks he can just let me slip from his mind. This guy thinks about me constantly yet he he tries to deny it.

This is where it gets interesting: I have a new slave applicant that just happens to work for Charlie’s internet service provider. This particular applicant does not make much money, but sacrifices most of it to me and is always begging for other things to do to benefit me. I contact him and tell him if he wants to kiss my ass like a good little boy that he can find me some information on this old fart Charlie.

Within minutes I had his address, phone, and his computer access information. I logged into his system and placed an “asshole program” to start reporting any outgoing packets of info to me (no password and no firewall on a dedi connection, what a moron) and sniffed his internet data transfers. I happened upon some live chatting going on, it was registered to this profile: “18 yr old male-Scott”. It was his Grandson, same last name, same address.

Intrigued I decide to see what this little Scott-manchild is up too.

I watch Scott’s chatting, he bounced to a few different rooms and had private conversations with very flirty girls. I watched his actions for several days, finally what I was waiting for happened. He emailed his picture to a girl he had been chatting with. I snagged it, copied it, and sent it back on it’s way to her within nano-seconds.

Not bad, a total smooth babyface. No facial hair, and an overall “cute” appearance. I had been watching his conversations enough to know he had a very normal sex drive…..and from the amount of porn that I watched him download he must masturbate quite a bit.

Every night around 11:00 PM to be exact, haha.

I decide I want to play. I want to seduce this younger version of Grampa to show him how weak his seed is, how easily I can control and manipulate any of his male family tree. Besides, this manchild was beginning to grow on me. I had never allowed a younger man into my life before, this could prove to be a valuable learning experience for me, a great learning experience for dear old Grampa when I break the shocking news.

I log into the chatroom Scott is in and blend right into the open conversation. The discussion was of sex, something I know my way around. Within minutes I had him openly talking to me, and within an hour we were deep into a private conversation.

I let my dominant nature show through without being too cruel. My point was to get this kid in my clutches, not have him run away, screaming into into the night. He was putty in my hands, talking about any subject I started, relaying past relationships and their difficulties, everything and anything I wanted to know without hesitation.

I ask for his number, “I would like to call and hear your voice”, I purr. He gives me his mobile phone number and I call him.