The Painter's Daughters

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

                            Chapter 8

As I began to become became aware of my surroundings once more,
Mommy had a glass of water in her hand and she tipped it gently
to my lips. "There, there, darling. Maybe my being Mommy was too
much for you. I think I can take better care of your needs and
your training if I go back to being Mistress. Is that all right,
darling?"

Yes, Mistress." I looked up at her. She looked so concerned. And
she looked so lovely. Somehow I just knew that whatever it was
she was doing, she must be doing it because it was best for me.

Mistress Kimberly helped me up, she put her arms around me and
she held me. She was such a giving woman, so caring.

I began to feel better. Even my cock began to show signs of life.
Yes, things were sure returning to normal.

"About your training, Tina dear. Look on the bed at the pretty
things I have for you."

I turned my head but I continued to hold her. I hadn't noticed
when Mistress had helped me sit down, but there were pieces of
femininity spread all across the bed, mostly sea-green, which
matched the color of her bra, the color of her garter belt and
the color of her panties. I didn't want to let her go because my
cock was snuggled against her soft panties and her warmth beneath
and I felt safe. Also on the bed was a pair of green high-heeled
pumps (each with an ankle strap), a pair of sheer, nude nylon
stockings, a few strips of green ribbon and a light green baby
doll nightie.

Mistress leaned over and grasped the bra, helping me on with it.
I felt comfortable. It was like this morning. I belonged in it.
It was me.

Then Mistress took the widest of the green ribbons and lovingly
tied it around my neck, finishing with a big bow in front of my
Adam's Apple. I was perplexed. "You look just so cute in it,
darling!" she teased.

Mistress helped me on with my garter belt, first dangling the
garters all over my penis and telling me how pretty it all looked
together, then she had me sit on the bed again. She showed me how
to roll up one of my stockings, knelt in front of me (wow!) and
helped me unroll it carefully up my left leg. I opened a garter
stay and moved it towards the top of the stocking. Mistress
caressed my smooth leg through the filmy feminine fabric. Her
hair looked so lovely. I wondered if she would let me take the
pins out and brush it for her.

I attached the garter stays all by myself. "Very good, darling.
Now the other one." I put on my other stocking, fastened it and
stood up. The cool, sheer nylon against my hairless legs was such
a good feeling. As I began tracing my hands over the tops of the
stockings, delighting in the texture, I glanced at Mistress to
make sure this was allowed. She smiled at me approvingly. I was
so happy to be enjoying the nylons with her pleased at me all at
the same time! My cock was happy too.

"Into your heels, dear." I knelt and put them on. She helped me
secure the straps. When I stood up I was a little wobbly. It was
my first time in heels. I guessed they were only about 2-1/2"
high. That was nothing for Mistress, of course, but it was a big
deal for me. "Walk across the room, dear." I began to move,
walking almost on my toes.

"Come down on your heels, dear. They won't break. Now back
towards me." I began to get sort of a feel for how to walk in
them. It seemed easiest to take little steps and I felt able to
keep my balance better by raising my forearms and holding up my
hands a little as I walked. My hairless arms looked so smooth.
They felt smooth too.

"You're becoming a very attractive young lady, sweetness."
Actually, I began to feel pretty good, and my organ, if not
standing fully to attention for my Mistress, was certainly
beginning to fill out. I liked walking on my new heels. I think I
was really beginning to accept some of the joy of feeling
feminine. I felt aroused but not frustrated. Was this the state
Mistress wanted me in all of the time? Mistress did know what was
best for me, didn't she?

Mistress asked me to pick up the baby doll nightie and hold it up
against my body. It was such a pretty, delicate thing, green
nylon with a transparent overlay, wide sheer shoulder straps
gathered at the top and a cute nylon ruffle all around the hem
and overlaying the bodice. Sort of a Grecian toga style (except
it was too short for a toga).

"Hold it higher, sweetness, I want to see your penis." I raised
the nightie a little. Mistress smiled. I think she enjoyed my
holding it up, my displaying it for her. Or maybe she was pleased
because my cock was now pointing straight out, parallel to the
floor, and climbing. I felt wonderful.

"Now, put on the pretty nightie, Tina, dear." I raised the soft
garment over my head and it slid down my body. Obviously, it
wasn't made for my build, it wasn't long enough. It barely came
down to the head of my penis, now standing almost to full
attention.

Mistress walked up next to me and gave me a playful slap on my
ass. "Darling, you look just so cute!" she squealed. And she
fondled my member and I was in seventh heaven. "Now get your
pretty panties and hold them in front of you." I grasped the
lovely feminine undergarment and held it out. She had me hold my
pretty panties, displaying them for a minute. They were full-cut
briefs, made of that Diaphanique nylon, not completely
transparent, but close. And there was that 2" band of pretty lace
along the front of both leg openings. So feminine. Panties. The
garment designed to be closest to Mistress' wonderful pussy all
of the time. Softly caressing her.

"Put them on, dearest." I almost lost my balance stepping into my
extremely feminine panties, but I recovered. The feeling of nylon
against nylon as I slid them slowly up my legs, with Mistress
looking at me approvingly, was indescribable. As I pulled my
panties over my rock-hard cock, Mistress began to stroke me
through the thin fabric. Obviously, Mistress was very pleased
with me and my performance.

She whispered to me, "Tina, you are such an obedient young lady
to dress for Mistress when you are told. It's just so much fun to
play with you through your lovely panties. I think Mistress will
keep you in panties all the time now. Won't you like that? And I
can see your hardness!" She continued to pet. "Such a pretty
thing standing up for Mistress, straining through the
silkiness..."

I was exceptionally hard, aroused. She kept stroking. "This time
she'll let me come," I thought to myself. Anticipating. Hoping.
"She is such an alluring, desirable female. When she gives me my
release I will offer to kiss her pussy all afternoon and into the
night."

"Darling," she cooed, "Mistress liked the way you displayed your
nightie and your panties so sweetly. I just know you will perform
like a perfect lady when you are downtown next week."

"Wha... what do y... you mean?" I stammered.

"Didn't I tell you? Nordstrom has their semi-annual women's sale
next week." I froze.

"You need to spend time in their lingerie department to examine
all the pretty intimate wear. You must start building your
wardrobe, silly." I started to go beet-red.

"Mis... Mistress, that would be too humiliating. I just
couldn't... couldn't."

"And you have to hold up the pretty things so the salesladies can
be sure your new clothes will be a good fit. I have a list of
things for you to buy. Wasn't that nice of me to write down what
you need?" And she slowed her petting of my penis and lightened
her stroke, then bent over and kissed it through my filmy
panties.

She was standing before me, this provocative, perfect woman,
dressed in her lovely bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and
heels, not a hair out of place.

I clenched my teeth and willed myself to keep control, somehow...
I had to learn to please Mistress. I just couldn't let her, would
not let her see me break down. I would not let it happen.

I stood there. She stood there. She looked at me. Waiting. And I
burst into tears.

At that point I was crying so hard and wiping my eyes, I couldn't
see anything. I blinked away the tears to see a smile appear on
Mistress' face. She had broken me. Her objective was
accomplished. She was now ready to move my training to the next
level. From now on she could do anything to me and I would
forever be grateful for the slightest scrap of affection she
chose to give me.

She had broken me. I knew it, and she knew it. I looked
pleadingly at Kim's face and saw something in it she never showed
before. The smile faded, so did some of the hubris. Was she
actually concerned for me?

After the emotional trouncing my heart just took, I didn't know
how to react. At least with Linda, there was no pretense. What
you saw was what you got. She was out to have fun with you and
she was going to take all that she could get. I was beginning to
love her too, but in a different way.

With Kim it was different. My attraction to her wasn't so much
the lust of a man for a woman. But, how could I put this ... my
lust for her was as a woman for another woman. I didn't feel
manly at all in her presence, and I wanted to be the girl she
obviously wanted me to be. I had so much to learn.

I was broken and I was crying. I expected Kim to laugh at me.
Instead, she put her arms around me, but I couldn't return her
embrace. I continued to sob like a little girl in her older
sister's arms.

"There, there," she cooed holding me to her breast, and stroking
my hair, "Don't cry. You're not the first man I made cry. During
my younger years many boys were attracted to me. I reeled them in
excitedly, but usually I took a back seat as Linda bent and
molded the impressionable young males to her will."

Kim drifted off. She seemed to be talking more to herself than to
me. "They all learned, didn't they? The penis teasing, the
spankings, the jerking off, the gobs of semen (ewyoo, yuck!)"

"Sometimes Linda was rough with them. But they seemed to like it.
At least they kept coming back for more. We must have been doing
something right. Ever since grade school we always had dozens of
boys at our beck and call and *everyone* enjoyed it."

"Except some of the other girls, who were jealous. Most of them
didn't understand the tremendous power that was theirs for the
taking, if only they had the courage to take charge of their boys
and let them know who was boss. So, without female domination,
the boys controlled."

"For those females, girl after girl experienced heartbreak. Their
boyfriends had absolutely no idea of how important consistent
sensitivity and attentiveness is to a girl. Without the proper
female-sponsored training, they came and went. Like cattle
through the turnstiles."

"Even though some boys cried at Linda's handling, they all kept
coming back, until *she* tired of them. It took me a little
longer, but I came to understand that the essence of boys was
that they really needed to be controlled."

"Linda's the physical one. Me, I can't stand to see semen spewing
everywhere. It's disgusting. It's so ... so ... male! I really
can't watch a boy come. If I ruled the world there would be no
men. Everyone would be well-behaved females."

She sighed and then laughed, "But then, who would Linda play
with?"

"Tom, I've been able to tease and charm even the strongest man
into submission. Any man. Any man I wanted. You're no different
in that regard, but you are special to me."

"Because you are so special, I will treat you special."

She took me over to the bed and helped me lay down on my back.
She straddled my face, the crotch of her pretty panties all wet
and with her wonderful female smell resting lightly over my mouth
and nose. I could feel her move on top of me. She threw something
over her shoulder. It landed on my cock. It was her bra. The
image of her nearly naked body on top of mine was compelling.

"Kiss Mistress, darling. And Mistress wants you to play with
yourself through your silky panties." Maybe she thought to
herself that the panties would contain most of the sperm. "You've
been a good girl for Mistress and it's time for your reward."

I could not believe what I was hearing. She was going to let me
do something that she didn't particularly like simply because I
was "special?"

I was enveloped in her soft wetness. It was so comforting. And
Mistress was going to allow me to pet my wilted cock through my
panties? I thought, "I can't get my hand around it unless I put
my hand inside my panties but, let's see, well if I move my cock
up to its erection position... Yes. Squeezing the sides, stroking
the underside feels sooo good. It feels good to be wearing the
nylon panties too. And rubbing my nylons together, that's such a
nice feeling. Mistress approves. She knows my need and she's
letting me do it!"

I lapped Mistress Kimberly's pussy through her soaking panties
and continued to play with myself. Kim got off me momentarily and
then mounted my face again without her panties. My tongue found
her sweet nubbin and flicked at it incessantly. I began to suckle
softly on it like a baby and she was teasing her own nipples and
our breathing became sooo strained as her soft thighs tightened
around my ears. Her back arched. I stiffened. She screamed. I let
out a heavily muffled shout and felt a large gush of wet, warm,
luscious delight in my pretty panties...

"You are such a wonderful woman," I said in a muffled voice.

She looked behind herself. I could feel her shudder with
revulsion. Yet she was willing to look.

She rolled off my face and snuggled up next to me. She fed me a
nipple and I suckled on it contentedly as I drifted off...
feeling so happy... feeling so secure ... feeling so tired...