AUNTIE’S STOCKING SLAVE CH. 02
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Aunty takes her nephew to the next level of stocking domme.
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I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the
laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm
soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had
gone.

She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this.........AND ONLY THIS!!!
After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall
and wait!'

The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath
the apron was a set of clean sheets.

I balked at the idea of wearing the apron but after recent events, and
the possible consequences that could ensue, who was I to disobey my
Auntie? I tied the little apron around my waist just below my navel; the
hem of the apron rested on the top of my thighs, it was a very immodest
garment.

That said; the cool satin and lace felt very sensual against my bare
skin. My bottom still stung from my recent spanking and I was tempted to
turn the apron around so that the smooth satin would cool my buttocks.

I went to work and mopped the floor, removing my drying semen from the
floorboards. I mopped the entire room just to make sure I kept my Auntie
happy. I collected Auntie's panties, hose and suspender belt and put
them on the dresser and then I stripped and remade the bed with the
clean sheets. I took the soiled sheets down to the laundry. It was
strange walking around the house naked except for the apron.

After I had turned on the washing machine and washed out the mop and
bucket I returned to my room and stood in the corner facing the wall as
per my instructions. I could hear Aunty Jean moving around downstairs; I
could hear the click-clack of her high heels whenever she walked on any
of the wooden or tiled floors.

It seemed like I was standing in the corner for hours but it was hard to
say because I had no idea of the time. The shadows in the room became
longer as time passed. Then I heard the click of Auntie's heels on the
stairs and I began to tremble in anticipation. I'm not sure if I was
disappointed or relieved when she went to her own bedroom instead of mine.

After about fifteen minutes I heard her footfalls approaching and I
tensed in anticipation. Her heels clicked on the boards as she entered
the room.

"Come here young man!" she ordered.

I walked over with my head bowed to where she was standing next to the bed.

"Lift your head," she ordered.

I lifted my head and Auntie's exotic perfume filled my nostrils. She had
touched up her makeup; her cheeks were freshly rouged, her black
mascara, black eyeliner, and green and pink eyeshadow set off her hazel
eyes; her lips glistened with a fresh application of ruby-red lipstick.
Her jet-black bob had just been brushed; her hair was lustrous, the
highlights glistened. Her fringe rested just above her brows and the
nape rested just above her shoulders. A gold necklace glittered on her
neck and matching earrings peeked through the nape of her hair.

My eyes followed her delicate neck and took in the rest of her body.

She was wearing a mauve satin blouse, decorated with ruffles, displaying
her ample décolletage. The blouse was tucked into a white duchess satin
classic style pencil skirt which hugged her curves perfectly ending just
below the knee, showing just enough calf to show off her flesh-toned
sheer seamed stockings. The skirt had decorative gathers at the front;
and back-seams, which accentuated her figure. Her stockinged legs ended
in white high-heeled court-shoes. On her right ankle a small gold chain
glittered.

As usual she looked and smelled magnificent.

"How do I look?" she asked.

I gulped.

"Lovely Aunty," I whispered my reply.

"Yes; well; after the mess you made on my church clothes this morning I
had to change," she explained sternly.

She produced a black leather dog-collar and held it out at arm's length.

"Come here you naughty boy; I think we need to keep you on a leash until
I have taught you how to behave."

I stepped forward and allowed her to put the collar around my neck; she
fastened it tightly and then she clipped a long leather leash to the
ring on the collar.

"Hold out your hands and show me your fingernails," she ordered and I
complied.

"Hmm; just as I thought, they're filthy and your fingernails are ragged;
there is no way you are touching my delicates with those hands."

She pulled on the leash and I obediently followed her out of the room
and down the hall. My eyes ogled her ample bottom and long,
nylon-sheathed legs.

She led me into the bathroom where she made me wash my hands repeatedly
until she was happy with the results then she picked up a pair of
nail-clippers and an emery board and led me back to my bedroom.

"Sit!" she commanded.

I sat on the bed and she had me hold out my hands and carefully clipped
each of my fingernails and sanded them smooth.

"That's how you are to keep your fingernails and toenails from now on. I
of course have no intention of touching your disgusting feet; you can do
your toenails yourself later."

"Now; pick up those panties, stockings and suspenders, I'm going to show
you how to wash them.

I picked up the panties, stockings and suspenders that I had been using
to masturbate and noticed that Aunty had added the semen stained
stockings that she had been wearing when she spanked me. Silvery trails
of wet semen glittered on the nylon.

Aunty Jean led me downstairs to the laundry by my leash; again my eyes
were locked on her backside and legs. When we arrived in the laundry she
unclipped the leash and had me put the lingerie on the sorting table.

"You will always wash my lingerie separate to any other clothing and you
will separate each item and always hand-wash them in warm soapy water,"
she explained.

"Here are your instructions," she pointed to a sheet of paper she had
pinned to the wall above the laundry tub.

It Read:

Separate stockings from lingerie. Hand-wash each piece of lingerie
separately in lukewarm water, rinse and hang up to dry.

Stockings require special treatment; follow the instructions below
EXACTLY!!!

1. Perspiration is an enemy to silk and nylon so it's important to wash
my silk or nylon stockings as soon as possible after each wearing.

2. Check your fingernails before you launder stockings or a thread may
snag and start a ladder.

3. Using lukewarm water make rich suds with mild soap.

4. Turn the stockings inside out and immerse them in the suds.

5. Never rub soap on the stockings. Dip them up and down in the water
slowly to avoid unnecessary stretching.

6. Extract water by gently squeezing stockings from the top down. Do not
slide your hands down the stockings; lightly squeeze them.

7. Rinse them several times in lukewarm water until there's no trace of
soap left. Extract water after each rinse by squeezing gently.

8. Stretch the stockings gently into shape and hang, feet down, over a
smooth rod to dry, away from heat.

"Do you understand?" she asked, after I had read the instructions.

"Yes Aunty," I replied meekly.

"Well you better young man; any items that are laddered, discoloured or
misshapen will result in a severe spanking and then you will recompense
me from your allowance."

I nodded again.

"Get started and I will supervise you just this once," she said, and
stood back, arms folded.

With trembling hands I carefully separated the garments from the pile
and laid them out individually on the sorting table. The first item I
picked up was the pair of nearly transparent white nylon knickers that I
had placed over my head.

"Hold them up," Aunty said, and I held them up to the light.

"Those disgusting silvery stains that you see on the front panel are
dribbles from your repulsive penis; the thin crust in the gusset is the
result of my natural secretions."

"You will notice that these panties have no cotton gusset so you will
have to be very careful when you wash them."

I lowered the diaphanous knickers into the lukewarm water and carefully
washed them. My fresh semen stains washed away quickly but I had to
spend a few minutes carefully rubbing the material of the crotch area.
Aunty Jean stood close beside me and showed me how to rub the delicate
nylon in order to remove the crust made by her vaginal discharge. Her
ruby-red fingernails were clearly visible through the translucent nylon
and the smell of her perfume was very strong.

Despite my best efforts, the proximity of her body, the smell of her
perfume and the slippery feel of her soapy panties began to take effect
and my penis began to swell under my apron. I pressed my lower body
against the laundry tub but that didn't help. If anything it made
matters worse as the cool silk of my apron rubbed against my growing
erection.