The Painter's Daughters

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

                            Chapter 5

When we got to the kitchen, I took two glasses and removed the
jug of orange juice from the refrigerator. As I closed the
refrigerator door I managed to press my nylon-encased penis hard
against it for a moment. The coolness and the pressure felt so
good! If only she would let me play with myself...

I poured us each a glass of juice. As we sat down at the table,
Linda came in to get herself a glass of water. "Kimmie, got him
trained yet?" she asked.

"Still working on him, sis. Actually, 'he's' kindof a 'her'. I
renamed her Tina."

Linda finally caught a glimpse of me. They both giggled. I felt
so embarrassed. At first, it seemed that neither of them
acknowledged that I was in the room too. Then I knew I was
noticed.

"What! At it again? You certainly give new meaning to a man
getting into a woman's pants." Linda said. Her sarcasm was
evident. Mistress Kim smiled. I blushed.

"Darling, where are your manners? Aren't you going to offer Linda
your seat?"

"Yes, Mistress." I stood and held the chair for my Mistress'
sister. Linda sat and, without warning, roughly yanked my panties
down. Then she began to play with my engorged cock. The two girls
exchanged knowing glances as if sharing an unspoken secret. It
was so humiliating. But it felt so wonderful.

The act of playing with me must have triggered a memory in
Linda's mind. "Do you remember Bobby Petersen?" She asked her
sister. "How old were we then, 10?"

"How can I forget him," Kim replied. "He was our first ..." She
hesitated before the next phrase. "... big boy."

Linda continued for her, "You mean the first one big enough to
come." Turning back to me she said, "Bobby was about 12 and he
had this humongous crush on Kim. She didn't really care too much
about him as a boy, but she sure liked the attention she got from
him. So, we had her invite Bobby over. She worked her usual charm
and convinced him to try on some of her clothes and let her put a
wig on him. She gave him some line about how she wanted to be in
a school play and she needed his help to rehearse. He went along
with it mainly because she let him change in our bathroom and
keep his real underwear on."

"Of course, that didn't last for long. As planned, I walked in on
the two of them and made a fuss. I kept chanting over and over,
'I'm going to tell. I'm going to tell.' Both of us cracked up
laughing when we saw how red he got. He said that he would do
anything as long as we didn't tell anyone. Well, we made him do
more than just anything."

"Kimmie really made him get dressed up. We made him take off all
of his clothes and gave him a pair of her panties. We also found
a training bra that fit him well enough. I recall that we dressed
him in one of Kimmie's party dresses."

My Mistress continued, "Bobby was so ashamed. I had so much fun!
I made him put on my new white tennis panties that mommy gave me
for my birthday, the ones with rows and rows of lacy frills. The
training bra was yours, Linda. You never liked wearing bras then
did you? But it was such a dainty, delicate frothy thing. And
then, because Bobby was a virgin I made him put on my virginal
white slip. It was the proper thing to do! He looked so sweet. I
mustn't forget my lacy white short socks with the frills on top
and my best black patent leather shoes with the bunny buckles.
And I topped it all off with my very first bridesmaid's dress,
the white one with the little girl look -- the Peter Pan collar
and the puffy short sleeves and the wide pink sash that tied into
a big bow in back. I just loved that it buttoned down the back.
After I finished buttoning Bobby he couldn't get out of it! I
made him take off his wig, just while I made up his eyes and did
the rest of his makeup. And it was so exciting to put on his
lipstick. Remember how he begged me not to? I think it's so much
fun to keep boys in lipstick and make them freshen it all the
time. He looked just darling."

"I thought he looked like a sissy," Linda interrupted. "But I got
off on how humiliated he was. Most boys that age just haven't
learned to respect female power. You have to show them who's
boss."

"But sis," my Mistress said, "you don't need to be rough with a
boy to teach him that. I remember being so gentle and mothering
to Bobby as I trained him to hold the edges of his dress and
curtsy respectfully whenever he wished to ask for permission to
speak. He knew his place."

"All I remember about lifting the dress was you making him raise
the hem of his skirt and slip all the time so you could look and
make sure he wasn't staining your panties with his little
hard-on. And any time you didn't think he was hard enough, you
'touched him up' a little. You always got off on bringing a boy
right to the edge and keeping him there, didn't you?"

"Really, Linda, that's not a nice thing to say," my Mistress
replied. "It's just that I think a boy's semen is so sticky and
messy. It just doesn't belong on pretty feminine clothing. Now
when I come, that's a different story. I have my needs and I will
have them satisfied. But that's why I keep a boy around, to lick
up every last drop. I mean, really... what are boys for?"

Mistress smiled at me. I felt mortified standing next to her
sister in my bra, with my panties half-way down my legs and with
Linda continuing to stroke me, just a little, starting and
stopping, now and then... It was heavenly and excruciating, all
at the same time.

Linda took over the story at this point. "When Kim got done with
him, it was my turn. Kimmie may like the way that boys look when
they are feminine and frilly, but I don't think they deserve to
look that good. I made him lay over my lap. I lifted up his skirt
and slip and laid into his pantied behind. I told him what a bad
boy he was for dressing in girls' clothes and that he should be
ashamed of himself. He wasn't worthy enough to wear them."

"What I really wanted was to get at that penis of his. Kimmie got
him dressed so fast, I hardly got a chance to see it. I told him
to take off his clothes and 'jerk off' for us. Kimmie and I
overheard some boys talking about jerking off, but we really
didn't have any idea what it was. We just knew that it was
something naughty, and that boys didn't like to admit that they
did it, although all of them seemed to know about it."

"When we got to see Bobby do it, we agreed that the term was very
descriptive. I just love watching men and boys jerk off for me. I
think it's very nice that they do this with their bodies for me.
Bobby must have been hot. He shot off like a geyser. There was
come everywhere. I loved it!"

"Kimmie was different. She said 'ewyoo, yuck' and made a face
that I didn't see again until the time we cut up a frog in
biology lab."

Mistress explained her reaction. "Boys are gross! I mean, I like
them in lots of ways, but... It's just that their silly 'tough
jock' masculinity is so repulsive. I think all boys need to be
helped to express their femininity. They need to appreciate the
finer things in life. And, of course, I want them to serve me
whenever I decide," she grinned.

"On that point we are in complete agreement, sister dear," Linda
said.

For some reason, when Mistress was talking about 'tough jock
masculinity', Linda stopped petting me. She just stopped! The
frustration was too much and I began to cry.

Linda shot me a look of disgust, and she flared at her twin,
"Kimmie, I don't have time for a queasy slave. I'm not going to
put up with this crap. You agreed to train him. Can't you get his
emotions under control?"

Kim looked apologetic.

Linda talked to her with the concern of an older sister for her
younger charge. "Look, I admit that it takes more than physical
control to make a man submit. You do a much better job than I do,
bending their minds to things feminine. You really do. After a
man's been with you, he knows what it is to be a woman and how to
appreciate them."

"But you have to take care of the man's physical needs. Men
aren't like us. We don't have a single organ on our bodies that
controls everything we do. You have to seize control of their
penises both figuratively and literally."

"I know you like to avoid sticky, messy sperm situations, but
your domination will be more complete if you let him come, or
make him come every once in a while. Make him work, beg, and
debase himself for release, but you have to do it every now and
then."

"It reinforces their training. Like Pavlov. Ring a bell when you
feed a dog, and he eventually responds to the bell without the
food. Humiliate and dominate a man as he's experiencing sexual
gratification, and eventually he'll respond to your control with
or without sex as the reward. The only difference between dogs
and men is that men are easier to train."

"Conditioned reflex training is called 'Pavlov's Principle' -- I
think we should call our training method 'The Worthington
Principle.'"

"Linda," she hesitated. "I, um... know. You've told me this
before ... Well, I ... er, forgot."

"Oh, Kimmie, howmanytimes, howmanytimes, howmanytimes!" Linda was
exasperated. "Look, I'll take care of it now, but you need to get
your act together. There's a house to paint here."

"Really, I'm sorry," Kim replied. "I just wasn't thinking. I'll
set up the afternoon training session right now. And sis?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks for helping. You've always been the smart one."

Linda smiled at her sister, "And you've always been the pretty
one. I love you, sis." She gave Kim a playful slap on her butt.