Bright and early one morning, as Frankie, 20, and her girlfriend, Pleasant, 23, enjoy breakfast together in the kitchen of Pleasant’s house, they are interrupted by knocking on the front door. Not expecting anyone to call by, Pleasant goes to see who is there, leaving Frankie to enjoy some granola and yoghurt.
As she strains to listen to what is happening in the hall, Frankie hears Pleasant open the door and exclaim with surprise, “Gabby? What are you doing here?”
Frankie hears a quiet, timid voice answer, “Hi, Auntie Pleasant. I was hoping to come and join you to do some streaming. I know it’s out of the blue and you weren’t expecting me, but, every time I tried to message or call, I got too nervous, so I thought if I just came here then I wouldn’t be able to chicken out.”
Pleasant can be heard quite audibly, saying, “Absolutely fucking not. Who knows you’re here?”
The timid voice, slightly shaky, replies, “I’ve expressed my desires to mother and father; I told them I was curious to do what you do, and they support me doing it. So long as I’m safe and conduct myself properly, I am permitted to act as I see fit.”
Pleasant can be heard breathing a sigh of frustration before saying, “Come inside while I phone your mother.”
Moments later, Frankie watches as walking into the room comes a petite young woman with short, dark hair adorned with a white headband framing a face with a flawless complexion. She clutches a handbag in her hands and sets it down on the kitchen island counter, then removes her stylish, grey coat, folds it up and sets it down on the worktop. She wears a cute, apple green blouse, buttoned up high to hug tightly around her small breasts, and a smart looking black skirt draping around her knees. Her legs are covered in skin-coloured tights, with her feet perched in a pair of classy heeled shoes.
Frankie stares at this delightful looking young woman, and some yoghurt with flecks of granola in it begins to dribble over her bottom lip and clings to her chin. Hastily, she sets down her spoon and wipes her chin and mouth with the back of her hand, licking up the delicious debris.
Pleasant soon follows the unannounced guest, and she makes introductions, “Frankie, this is Gabriella White-Cummings. Gabby, this is Frankie Reid. Make yourselves acquainted while I call your parents,” she tells the young woman as she goes to the back of the kitchen, scrolling and tapping on her smartphone.
Gabby, 18, shyly perches herself on a stool next to Frankie, her leggy figure looking sophisticatedly cute, and sheepishly says, “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you in person. I’ve seen you on streams with Auntie Pleasant. Oh, um, actually I just realised I said out loud that I’ve seen my Auntie… perform… um, uh… with you… I, uh…”
The young woman squirms restlessly around the stool, not knowing where to look nor what to do with her hands, and Frankie confidently reaches to grab Gabby’s hand, holding it steady in hers, and says, “It’s okay. It’s nice to meet you. There’s no need to be nervous, and, you can tell me anything. I’m good with secrets,” and winks at the young woman, who blushes at the gesture.
This adorably awkward moment is interrupted by Pleasant’s heated voice on the phone saying, “Hi, Gloria… Yeah, she’s here, and I’m not exactly comfortable with… I don’t care if she is 18. She’s my niece. It’s weird, and… You know what you’re asking… You’re fine with this… A phone call, a message, an email would have been nice instead of her turning up unannounced… I’m not saying I’m on board with this… I don’t think either of you know exactly what she’s getting into… Hm-hmm… Hmm… So what if I was her age when I started, I knew what I was getting myself into. Sharing dorms with women my age helped with that… Hm-hmm… Hm… Hm-hmm… Ugh, fine. She can spend the day here. I’ll have Frankie show her some stuff, and, if, only if, Gabby can look me in the eyes and tell me she can handle it, I will make arrangements for her. Just one day is all I promise… Clear?… Speak soon, bye.”
Pleasant ends the call on her smartphone, and turns to her girlfriend and her niece, and asks Gabby, “I want to hear from you that you understand what goes on in this house. This isn’t easy. I’m not talking about physically either. I’m talking about mentally. We are viewed by thousands of people as we do explicitly sexual activities, and there is the distinct possibility that people we know in real life see what we do, and those people could be pleasuring themselves while they watch us. That breaks a lot of personal and social boundaries. You need to seriously consider what you are asking to get in to with this, because, once you put yourself out there, you can’t take it back.”
Gabby stands up from her stool and walks up to Pleasant, and looks her in the eyes as she says quite assuredly, “I understand. I’ve thought long and hard about it, and, it’s something I want to do. I’ve been watching you and Frankie for a while now, and, I want to learn.”
Pleasant blushes and breathes hard in front of Gabby, which is unusual as she usually maintains a cool composure at all times, obviously embarrassed by the implications of her niece’s confession of what she does in her spare time. She looks at Frankie, and asks, “I want you to take Gabby up to the House of… Stream room…”
Gabby interrupts and tells her auntie, “I know you call it the House of Desires.”
Pleasant continues to ask Frankie, “I want you to take Gabby up to the stream room, offline, and teach her what we do. Be as tough as you can with her.” She turns to face her niece, and says, “Frankie makes me squeal when she’s tough, especially when offline. And, to be clear, it’s my House of Desires. Mine. That means that everything that happens in there is under my control. It also means that I am liable and responsible for everything that happens in there. So… I will see you when Frankie is done with you… And, you can look me in the eye, and…” Pleasant just stops talking and hastily walks out of the kitchen, and shuts herself in the living room next to the kitchen.
After an offer of refreshments and a chance to use the toilet, Frankie guides Gabby up to the stream room, where Frankie sees a look of reverence and wonder she would swear she had herself when she first entered this room. Frankie shuts the door behind her, and asks, “What do you think?”
Gabby, twirling as she looks around the room, gleefully says, “I feel so many feelings right now: excitement, exhilaration, arousal, even anxiety, perhaps a little fear?”
Frankie calmly assures the excited young woman, “I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. I get that things seems rough when watching us, but, it’s completely different to be here yourself. The purpose of all this stuff is not to hurt, or inflict injury, but to increase excitement and arousal. Maybe there will be a little pain, but, if it becomes too much, let me know. I don’t want to torture you, scare you, or scar you. I would feel bad if I did that to Pleasant’s family.”
Gabby stares straight at Frankie, and insists, “Actually, I find this all very exciting. I can handle pain. I have been bullied much over the years, and, I actually didn’t mind that; even looked forward to it, craving the attention I would receive. Unfortunately for me, it stopped when they found out I was getting aroused by it, not wanting to give me the satisfaction I wanted. That ended up being the greater torment for me as I long for someone to touch me in the ways I dream of. That’s why I’m here.”
Frankie approaches the eager young woman, and asks, “Why would such a sweet looking girl want that? I’m going to enjoy finding the answers.” She rubs her hands on Gabby’s blouse, and explains, “First thing’s first: what if someone tips for you to, ‘show tits?’ What do you do?”
Gabby unbuttons her blouse to reveal a white lace bra beneath, and she slips her arms out of her sleeves one by one, and allows the blouse to fall from her fingers onto the floor. She then reaches a hand behind her back whilst she cups a breast cup in her other hand as she unhooks the clasp of her bra. Then, she shuffles the shoulder straps over her shoulders and slowly allows the bra to slide down her arms until it drops onto the floor.
Baring her small breasts to Frankie, Gabby rubs them up from beneath to push them up and show off her nipples. Frankie stares her in the eyes, and says, “Not bad. Your lack of experience is endearing despite being obvious. You get points for effort. Now, what if someone tips for you to, ‘show pussy?’ What do you do?”
Gabby pulls up her skirt and sits down on the end of the bed, and she hooks her thumbs into the waist of her tights and begins to roll them down her legs to past her knees, and then she does the same to the pair of white lace knickers she wears that matches her bra. She sits back and pulls up the folds of her skirt onto her lower belly to unveil her tight teen pussy to Frankie.
Frankie comments, “Nicely handled. You are giving enough to tease, and can pull everything back up when you want to. From here, what if someone tips for, ‘naked?’ What do you do?”
Gabby gracefully unclasps and kicks off her heeled shoes, and she rolls her tights over and off her feet, followed by her knickers. She then stands to slide her skirt over her hips and let it glide down to the floor. Then, she sits back down on the bed and pulls her feet out of her skirt as she lays down for Frankie.
Frankie compliments the young woman, saying, “You handled that well enough. For the camera, though, there is more you can do than simply getting naked as fast as you can, although no one is going to mind. There’s plenty of choice for slowing things down to tease, but, you did well for your first time. I’m certainly not going to pretend I was any better.”
Gabby, her heart beating faster for Frankie as she anticipates what comes next, says, “I appreciate the honesty. I want to learn, after all, so teach me.”