The Painter's Daughters

                         Copyright 1995
                     by mule@tpe.com (Mule)
                               and
                 farnorth@alaska.net (Farnorth)

                            Chapter 4

Kim walked into my bedroom, put down her case and sat down in my
armchair. She stared at the pulsing penis that strained against
the silky fabric and she began to unbutton her blouse. There was
no question as to who was in command. I stood before her staring
at the curve of her firm thighs as she crossed her legs. And I
began to play with myself.

"TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY!" she snapped.

"But..."

"NOW!"

I was stunned and confused. I hesitated, then somehow managed to
move my hands to my sides. "A boy jerking off in front of his own
Auntie. Really, you should be ashamed of yourself! And just look
at the pre-come stain on your pretty panties." As I looked down
she quickly she got up, pulled a leather strap out of her
suitcase, firmly pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them
securely. I felt so helpless. I could see her triumphant smile.

Partly out of fear, and partly out of desire, I slipped right
into character. "But please, Auntie, I couldn't help myself! It
just happened! I tried to fight it as long as I could, but it
wasn't any use!"

She turned me to face her, smiled and spoke gently to me. "What
you're trying to say is that you couldn't control yourself.
That's what you're trying to say, isn't it?"

Was she trying to increase my humiliation by just pretending to
be caring and nurturing? "Yes, Auntie." Tears of agony began to
run down my cheeks. My cock desperately needed relief and now I
didn't know how or if she would take care of my need. She
finished unbuttoning her blouse, which she carefully folded and
placed on a table next to the chair. In frustration my hardness
began to wilt.

She sat me down in my chair and leaned over me, stroking my
pretty pink panties just a little. With her other hand she pulled
my head closer to rest in her soft, tender breasts in their sleek
lacy bra cups.

"My poor little boy, I know why you were so bad. It's because you
haven't had Auntie here to guide you, to control you, to take you
in her arms and make you behave. Isn't that right?"

I twisted in panic as the tears spilled down my cheeks and
splashed on her breasts. My cock was quivering with life once
more. Auntie's words were sweet and soothing but they couldn't
erase my mounting fear and humiliation. Yes, I was definitely
getting hard again! There was no denying the thickness and
throbbing heat in my stiffening cock.

Kim said, "Auntie is going to control you and guide you and
protect you. That's what you really want, isn't it, darling? Tell
the truth to Auntie, now."

I just couldn't speak, My voice was lost in fear and
embarrassment at my state of arousal. The only noise I could make
was a groan of humiliation.

"That's all right, darling. Your penis is telling me just what I
needed to find out." She thought for a moment. "I know," she
brightened. "You're probably just embarrassed because of your
love of pretty feminine underthings and because of your
overpowering need to serve a woman and because Auntie knows all
about your little secret. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Auntie."

"Well, then. Obviously, what you need is a long course in
feminine appreciation. And, when you understand that, in the
natural order of things the only legitimate purpose in life for
any male is to serve the female, and when you become accustomed
to wearing intimate feminine apparel all the time, then you'll
become comfortable with it. You won't have all this frustration.
Doesn't that sound just wonderful?" She continued to pet my penis
lightly.

I still had a powerful urge to make love with her, but also I was
aroused because she had taken complete control of me. Also, she
had really turned me on by putting me her feminine frills. "Oh,
yes, Auntie. Thank you Auntie."

"That's a good little boy. I'm going to untie your hands now. But
you will obey my instructions without question. And you will
never play with your penis unless I give you specific permission.
Auntie will decide. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Auntie. You are so good to me Auntie," I said with an
honesty that surprised even me.

"Of course I am, darling. Another thing. I think it will help in
your feminine appreciation lessons if we give you a new name. I
think Tina has a nice sound to it. And I don't know that you
should call me Auntie anymore. I think Mistress would be more
appropriate, Mistress Kimberly if you like."

"Yes, Auntie, I mean Mistress. But... but what about my painting
lessons?" She finished freeing my wrists.

"Yes, I promised Linda I would instruct you how to paint
properly. But before we get to that we need to continue today's
feminine appreciation workshop. You may take off my skirt."

I undid the buttons at the back of her tiny waist and carefully
slid her skirt down her long stockinged legs to her ankles. She
stepped out and sat back down in my armchair. She was
breathtaking. A vision of loveliness. Those pretty breasts framed
in her delicate bra, matching light blue briefs (they too were
the same style as my pink ones) and garter belt, taught sheer
nylons and those arousing 3" heels.

"Kneel down and take off my sandals, Tina."

I dropped to my knees obediently as I thrilled to the sound of my
new name. "Yes, Mistress. Mistress, you are so beautiful!"

"Of course, I am darling. I am female," she said in the most
level, matter-of-fact tone.

"Mm... may I please lick your pretty pussy, Mistress?"

She gave a little cry of delight. "Of course, darling. Did you
know that pussy worship and the training of your tongue may be
the most important part of what I'm going to teach you? And
certainly you will be spending a lot of time at it. But from now
on, first you will ask permission to kiss Mistress' pretty
panties, then you will ask for permission to remove them and then
you must fold them neatly. You must always treat Mistress'
delicate things with great care."

"Yes. Mistress." It was an uncontrollable urge as powerful as
creation itself that drew me to her. Before, I would have kissed
her pussy as a way to get her excited so she'd make love to me.
Now I wanted to kiss her pussy simply because I wanted to! Slowly
I kissed the warm nylon where it disappeared between her soft
thighs and then, as she raised her hips slightly, I removed the
filmy panties from Kim's beautiful body, carefully folded them
and placed them on the carpet. On impulse I gave each of her feet
a light massage. Then, through her stockings I kissed and suckled
on each of her toes.

"Very nice, Tina. You seem to have quite a talented mouth for a
beginner. Let's see where else you can use it."

I took her cue and began to kiss and lick my way up her legs,
worshiping the feel of the smooth nylon and her warm flesh
beneath my tongue. As I neared the tops of her stockings she
spread her legs wider to reveal herself. I moved quickly to her
inviting pussy, kissing, lapping and sucking eagerly, and
savoring her juices.

Wonder and joy, agony and frustration; I was feeling everything
at once. My raging cock swelled and ached with desire. And yet
somehow I knew, instinctively, that this was the way it was meant
to be, that I belonged on my knees in front of my beautiful
Mistress, dressed in my pretty pink panties and bra, with my
tongue buried in Mistress' wonderful pussy.

As she writhed and moaned, Mistress' warm thighs tightly clenched
my ears. I was enveloped in femininity. Mistress grabbed my hair
and pulled my head forward, my tongue thrust deeper into her.
"Don't stop, sweetness, don't stop." Was she yelling or was she
gasping? I couldn't tell; all I knew was that as I lunged forward
into her pussy I was spinning into a whirlpool of pleasure. My
head spun and my cock throbbed and ached as I pictured myself in
my feminine underthings, with my head buried between her luscious
legs. Shaking uncontrollably and screaming -- yes, now I heard it
-- she came again and again, almost crushing me with her soft but
insistent thighs.

And then she pushed me back. I lay on the floor, confused and
dazed. My pulsing cock threatened to burst from my silky panties.
I just had to relieve myself. But no... I didn't dare. She was
looking at me. Perhaps she was just waiting for the chance to
punish me.

I felt in anguish. Was I having a nightmare? She was so lovely,
so beautiful. I knew it was my place to serve her always. If only
she would allow me relief. Somehow I doubted she would. I was
confused and bewildered. She knew what was best for me. That is
why she had me on her training program. Wasn't it?

Gradually, our heavy breathing subsided and Mistress Kimberly
stood up. My stiff rod began to wither a little -- so painfully
-- and as I got to my knees she was slipping into her sandals.

"Come on darling, let's get something cool and sweet to drink,"
she said. And I followed her: her bra, her garter belt, her
stockings, her high heels and her entire gorgeous body into the
kitchen.