Nuns In Control (FICTION)

They had short hair that, after the 70's, was no longer covered by a veil. One was a meek brunette, another a heavy set redhead, and the principal with big beautiful breasts had salt & peppery gray hair. They wore tight white habits in the warm months, tight black ones in the cold months. To some, like myself, they could be considered sexy, middle age women. They were nuns. And they were in control. As I was first coming of age, they were around me all week, & i began to take notice to every curve on their bodies. And as they were the domineering teachers and I, the shy obeying student who must always show respect. they could have their way with me. It seemed like they could touch me however and wherever they wanted. Grab me by the hair & drag me somewhere. Fasten a neon safety monitor strap around me before I station myself in the stairwell. Grab my body to try to straighten my back & my posture as i was starting to bend forward in my stance, perhaps self conscious of my growing genitalia. As i grew older, the principal would ask me to do more & more odd jobs around the convent. Painting walls, cleaning, holiday decorating, anything they needed and wanted. I did whatever the principal asked me. I did not know how to say "no" to a nun. And in continuously obliging, that meant more time around those breasts. Sometimes in the summers, the convent would get really warm. They had no air conditioning, and relied on windows and fans to cool off. So when I would go there, i would be wearing my shorts, which in the 70's were really short. One time when i was on the ladder painting, the principal came into the corridor & noticed something I was unaware of, as i was so focused on my paint job. My crotch was at her eye level, & she could see that my underwear was no longer adequate to contain my genitalia. My scrotum had become exposed as it dangled out of the leg hole. Suddenly, without her saying a word, I could feel 2 or 3 fingers on my scrotum, trying to gently push it back inside my shorts. Standing on the step, with the roller in my hand, i froze. An intensely warm sensation came over me & I felt as if I was almost going to faint. Suddenly I became very dizzy. The feeling was uncomfortable. It scared me. Why was my body acting like this because of what just happened ? As she walked away, I closed my legs together, took a step down, and grabbed the ladder as tightly as i could with both hands, though with only a few fingers on my right hand as the other fingers were gripping the roller. With my left hand, i grabbed my shorts & undies, thinking that pulling them up would help them better encase me, but it actually brought the leg holes closer to my balls. My briefs had become too small & loose. i didn't know what to do, and I had a job to finish. I kept my legs tight together the rest of the day until I got home, and wore long pants to the convent from then on. Even as the weather got hot & humid. i guess there was lasting adolescent embarrassment & awkwardness that I was trying to avoid repeating. But then more embarrassment came. I had a dream that seemed to stem from both her fastening the hall monitor strap on me and her touching me while I was in a vulnerable position on the ladder. In the dream, I was wearing only gym shorts and no shirt. I had my hands raised in the air as she was fastening a similar strap around me that seemed to grip at me tighter. i was feeling her soft hands running all over my body, while occasionally being bumped by her breasts. In the dream, it was making me begin to experience that dizzy feeling again. Suddenly I could feel my gym shorts getting wet, as I though i were peeing in them with a pulsating throb, not yet realizing about semen & ejaculating. I was feeling so embarrassed, peeing my shorts right in front of her. Then I woke up and my briefs were soaked. I had just had my first wet dream. Now how was i going to clean and dry my underwear before morning? What was happening to me? As i started to slowly mature sexually through my teen years, i would keep recalling that incident on the ladder, and I actually began to start fantasizing about it as I was also just discovering masturbation. I had become too busy & had stopped going to the convent to help out. So the only time I would ever see any of the nuns was during or after mass on Sundays or Saturday nights, depending on when I went and when they went. As i was becoming an adult, my lust was growing quickly, and I continued fantasizing about being touched by the principal again. When I had graduated college and had not yet found a job, i was thinking of how I could earn cash doing odd jobs or whatever. But i was also lustfully thinking about how i could get back into the convent again. While I browsed around newspapers, phone book listings, and library publications, i came across a business that someone had started called "Jock Maid Home Service". It was a male cleaning service geared toward overburdened housewives with a bit of kinky sexiness to it. The male maids would clean homes wearing only a jockstrap. It looked like decent money, and I could essentially do all of the things in the description - vacuuming, windows cleaning, dusting, and even minor things like replacing bulbs & batteries, or occasionally tightening down something that had come loose. The only problem was the business location seemed to be on the west coast while I was on the east coast. I had called to see if I could join their business, but do jobs locally. They were not open to that idea. But it gave ME an idea. I could draw up flyers and put them in mailboxes & just work for myself. But as I continued to think about it, i felt really awkward doing this for strangers, especially on my own. I began to discourage myself from the whole idea and back out. Though I had thought of one mailbox I just had to put a flyer into...... Within a day of dropping that flyer in the convent mailbox, I had received a call from the principal. My heart raced as I heard her voice on the line, the first time in quite a while. I began shaking again as we spoke, very nervous about the prospect of actually going through with this. But there was no backing out, because there was no saying "no" to a nun. So we arranged an "appointment". It was summertime and i had just graduated college. The weather was on the hot side, but by now, the convent had window AC units. We sat down in the living room, discussing the work to be done. I was hesitant to remove my shorts and expose myself in a jockstrap. As we concluded and i stood up from the chair, she asked "Aren't you going to take those off?" and giggled. I was stuck. I was trapped. I was at the point of no return. What seemed like a good idea to follow through on my lust was now terrorizing me She had aged a little more than 10 years and was now more in the "mature woman" category than middle age. But she still had those really nice breasts & I was still turned on sexually by her, as there was the physiological proof provided by my genitalia. It felt as though I was now on the "dare" end of a game of "Truth or Dare", and as scared as I was, I had no choice but to go through with it. Knowing she was looking at me, which made me that much more nervous, I slowly slid down my shorts, revealing a white jockstrap with a one inch waistband. She giggled some more and began to walk in a circle around me, noticing the straps that were framing my buttocks. She grabbed one of the straps, withdrew and snapped it against my buttock with moderate hardness. She giggled some more. I was feeling more awkward than aroused. But i figured once i got to work, that awkwardness would wear off, although I wondered how much she would stick around me & how much she would leave me alone to clean & stuff. She had stepped out for a short while to check out the summer flea market that was going on in the church parking lot. There, she evidently ran into a booth that was selling handcuffs. When she returned, she was holding them in her hand while giggling. I had just finished vacuuming one of the living room type rooms in the finished basement & was starting to move some bulky things around from room to room as she had requested. She had walked in through the convent garage, and stood still when she saw me. Letting one cuff swing like a pendulum as she held the other, she said "Look what I found at the flea market !" I was a bit shocked to see that she was holding handcuffs, and a bit nervous as to what she was intending to do with them. She approached me, and grabbed my left wrist with her left hand, and with her right hand, fastened a cuff around my left wrist. Then she grabbed my right wrist with her right hand before letting go of my left hand to grab the other cuff and locked it around my right wrist. The clicking sound of the handcuffs was causing me to become erect, as mentally I felt she was taking control over my vulnerable body. I squirmed a bit as my erect penis was starting to bend inside my jockstrap, which seemed to restrain the growth, making it a little painful. Now handcuffed, I squirmed to try to get it free to grow straight. As her giggling was turning into laughter, I think she was a bit confused with what I was trying to do. I started to move away from her to get to furniture to rub against to straighten myself out. I think she thought I was trying to run away or something, as she grabbed my rear straps, trying to pull me back. i was then trying to raise either knee to knee my penis straight. She finally figured out that I was uncomfortable, and grabbed hold of the front of my waistband as I stood before her. She lifted and shifted it back and forth left-right, allowing my cock to straighten out. She released the waistband, but not before taking peak down the inside of my pouch. My cock had stood straight up, & she raised up on the waistband to try to envelope the erection inside my pouch. She began to grope my pouch and snap my rear straps as she continuously was hybrid giggling/laughing. The brunette nun had heard her from upstairs and came down to the basement to see what was going on. Her eyes opened wide with a big smile, though I could tell she was very surprised and somewhat confused at what she saw. The principal had told her about me coming over, but I don't think she realized just how exposed I was going to be. Or that she would find me handcuffed. The principal invited her to touch me. She quietly giggled as she slowly reached out, softly touching my pouch with the tips of her fingers. Giggling, the principal said " Squeeze 'em", and they giggled together in chorus as she did so. The principal grabbed one rear strap and told the meek brunette to grab the other strap. They alternated snapping the straps against my buttocks as i'd flinch, now progressing to laughter from giggling as they heard the snapping sound and saw my reaction, which was a mix of shock, stimulation, vulnerablity, and pleasure. The principal guided me over to a lolly column in the basement where she leaned me up against it. She undid one of the cuffs and with the other hand holding the cuff attached to my other wrist, wrapped it around the back as she instructed the meek brunette to grab my free wrist and join them around the back. And just like that, I was re-cuffed. This time, around the lolly column. Once again I had gotten to hear that titillating clicking sound as the cuff was locked back around my wrist. They were nuns. And they were in control. They continued to take turns fondling me over my pouch, which could hardly contain my erection. Finally, the principal grabbed one side of my waistband, and invited the meek brunette to grab the other. "Ready? 1.....2......3 !" and i could feel myself becoming fully exposed as my jockstrap had been lowered down to my thighs. My erection was throbbing. They started feeling my balls & squeezing the head of my cock, and the shaft too. I don't think they realized they could stroke it and get a result. What did they know about the male anatomy & masturbation? But they got me excited enough that to their surprise, the volcano suddenly erupted as i continued breathing heavily. I think it shocked them as I don't think they were aware of the outcome. They pulled my jockstrap back up, though I was still leaking cum. They went & got tissues & paper towels and brought them over while I remained handcuffed. Then the principal uncuffed me and handed me a few squares of paper towel to clean myself up. I wound up returning on sort of a monthly basis for a while, The large redheaded nun eventually saw what was going on & was invited to join in. Sometimes she would answer the door & cuff me right away as soon as i came in, before leading me down to the basement for them to have their fun before I would get down to cleaning. When I was young, i used to think she enjoyed manhandling me, sometimes grabbing me by the hair when she got mad at me to lead me somewhere, sometimes to the corner of the room or out in the hall to scold me, and sometimes all the way down to the principal's office. Now she was again exhibiting control over me. Only now i was sexually aroused by it. Eventually they learned to stroke my cock. Sometimes 2 or 3 of them would take turns, depending on who was around. I never touched them. It was clearly a CFNM relationship. but when the start of the new year came, it was the start of a professional job, and i found myself with less time to visit the convent. In about the middle of the year I stopped going all together. But I still have the memories, and no doubt they do as well. Don't know if they ever found someone else to play with.