Eddie’s Landlady has one extra requirement – watching him shower

Dear FemdomU Forum,

I never thought my living situation would turn out the way it has, but here I am, sharing my story. At 18, I moved into a large, old house owned by Mrs. Overton. She lived alone with her cats and kept a room available for boarders. The rent was dirt cheap, which was perfect for me as I had just moved to town to start a construction job and needed a place to stay.

Mrs. Overton’s rules were simple: I could come and go as I pleased, use the kitchen, but I had to schedule my shower time since the only working shower was in the bathroom at the end of the hall. It had an entry to the hallway, but also an entry from her bedroom. It seemed odd, but the low rent made it worth it.

The first morning of my stay, I awoke before the sun had risen, filled with an anxious energy that compelled me to get up and start my day. Quietly gathering my toiletries, I cautiously tip-toed down the hallway, wary of disturbing my host, Mrs. Overton. The door to the bathroom stood wide open, beckoning me inside for my scheduled shower time. With a deep breath, I entered and gently closed the door behind me, making sure to lock both doors – one leading to the hallway and one to Mrs. Overton’s bedroom. Stripping off my clothes, I studied myself in the large mirror hanging on the wall, admiring my youthful body in its full nakedness. Suddenly, the other door creaked open, revealing Mrs. Overton herself emerging from her slumber. My heart raced as I realized she must have a key to the bathroom – was she watching me this whole time? Fear and embarrassment flooded through me as I scrambled to cover myself and apologize for any intrusion.

Mrs. Overton gracefully lowered herself onto the small chair at the vanity, her gaze fixed on me. A sense of unease crept over me as I instinctively attempted to cover myself, but she simply shook her head and explained that she would be monitoring my showers from this vantage point. My protests were met with a calm offer to find alternative accommodations, but I knew there was no other reasonable option. The room suddenly felt claustrophobic as her eyes seemed to bore into my every move, like a hawk watching its prey. Her presence lingered in the air, palpable and stifling.

“Just watch me?” I asked.

“Of course,” she replied sternly. “I have no intention of touching your perverted body.”

I was confused – she was the one watching me naked! She told me to get in the shower; my time was running out. I reluctantly stepped in, feeling self-conscious as her eyes followed my every move. I hurried through my shower, trying to cover myself as I stepped out. She handed me a towel, her gaze never leaving my body.

This routine continued for several mornings. I would wake up, go to the bathroom, and shower while Mrs. Overton watched. I grew somewhat used to it, although it was always uncomfortable.

Sunday arrived, and with it came a later shower time. Since I didn’t have work, my scheduled shower was a bit later, and I was in less of a rush. As always, Mrs. Overton was there, her eyes boring into me with silent scrutiny. But today was different.

“You haven’t been taking proper care of your penis,” she declared coldly, her words dropping like a sledgehammer on my already fragile state.

I felt my face flush with humiliation as I stuttered out a weak excuse.

“Don’t give me excuses,” she snapped, “a man with a dirty cock has no place in my home.”

My heart sank with shame and humiliation as she continued to berate me for not properly cleaning my penis.

With trembling hands, I vigorously scrubbed at my private area, desperate to please her and avoid her wrath. Even as I showed her my thorough cleaning techniques, I could feel her piercing gaze burning into me. “Satisfactory,” she finally nodded.

Another week passed, with the same basic shower routine. But on the next Sunday, everything changed when she announced that she would be giving me instructions on how to properly clean my cock. The thought of humiliation made me cringe, but I had no choice but to endure it.

Mrs. Overton directed me to spend extra time cleaning every inch of my dick, issuing commands on how to rub, scrub, and pay special attention to the head. As embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal as I followed her orders.

Sensing my growing excitement, Mrs. Overton seized the opportunity and began guiding me through the process of masturbating myself. I couldn’t believe it – did she really think I didn’t know how to pleasure myself at this point in my life? “Stroke it like this,” she instructed, demonstrating with her hand. “Faster now. Focus on the tip.” As much as I wanted to resist, I found myself unable to disobey her commands. In that moment, all control was relinquished to her, and I was left at her mercy.

I submitted to her every whim, a mixture of humiliation and ecstasy coursing through my body. She barked out instructions with precision, leading me through a ten-minute frenzy of self-pleasure. “Don’t stop now,” she commanded, her voice dripping with dominance. “Go faster. Squeeze harder at the base. Focus on the head.” I was teetering on the edge, my entire being consumed by her control. And in one explosive moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a primal roar, I released my pent-up desire all over her shower walls and floor, leaving behind a chaotic mess of cum and lust.

“Get out now,” she ordered. “I need to clean your mess.”

I grabbed a towel, covering myself, and hurried out of the bathroom, ashamed. As I exited, I could she her kneeling, cleaning my cum off the shower.

Living with Mrs. Overton has been an experience unlike any other. I never imagined I’d be subjected to such humiliation and control. She has stayed true to her word, and as of yet she has not tried to make me do anything sexual with her. Every day she watches me shower. I make sure to do an extensive job to avoid any chastising, showing her every part of me as I scrub it under the water. And, occassionally, she tells me to jerk off. I’ll admit, I probably get a boner more often than not now, and she seems to get a weird enjoyment out of cleaning the shower immedately after I shoot cum.

Yours submissively, Eddie