The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 10

I stood there trembling and shaking. In my high heels it was just
so hard to keep my balance.

"Don't fuss, Tina dear. Everything's going to be all right,"
Mistress said. She got up and kissed me softly on the cheek. I
wanted her to put her arms around me but I knew that she wouldn't
because her nails weren't dry.

Ms. Worthington appeared at the door. As I had been trained, I
raised the edges of my baby doll and executed a perfect curtsy
for my Mistress' sister.

"Kimmie, what? You're interrupting my schedule, I gotta get back
to work."

Mistress pouted. Then, "Linda, you asked me to train Tina to
paint, and I did it! Isn't that wonderful? Look, I really have to
get off to my marketing class. The one on guerrilla tactics, you
know? Prof. Lucas is such a bother when I'm late. But, guess
what? I've figured out how I'm going to get him to change my 'C'
to an 'A'! See you later. Bye-bye, sweetness. Kiss-kiss." And she
blew me one as she carefully picked up her small suitcase and
left. As she walked out, I stared at the wonderfully natural
wiggle of her hips.

"That's cute!" Linda smirked as she made me get undressed.

The "that" she was refering to, of course, was the green ribbons
that tressed up my balls.

"That's a new one," she went on, "I've never seen Kim do that
before. Nice touch. I hope she didn't cut off too much
circulation. I have plans for that thing."

"Please. Mistress ..."

Linda glared at me.

I corrected myself, "Please Ms. Worthington."

"That's better, boy. Please what!"

"Please don't."

"PLEASE DON'T WHAT?" she said with great impatience.

"Please don't make me come. I haven't been able to come more than
three times in one day since I was a teenager."

Linda was astounded, "Three times? ... You mean Kim? ... You mean
*my sister* Kim?" She broke out laughing. "Well *that* is a new
one."

"Kimmie doesn't like come. Never has. She thinks it's too messy.
I was the one playing in mud puddles as a little girl. Kimmie had
her Barbie dolls and tea parties."

"Kimmie hasn't made a boy come since she was 13. I used to be
able to talk her into it, but she really got turned off after one
of her friends got raped. Her friend told her how the rapist came
all over her. Ever since then she's been anti-male, but
anti-violent too. I think she thinks I'm too mean at times."

"Get those ribbons off your stupid cock right now. I'll decide if
and when you'll come next. You realize you don't have a choice in
the matter. If I stimulate your cock enough, you'll come whether
you want to or not. You might get to the point where nothing is
coming out anymore, but you'll still twitch with the sexual
equivalent of dry heaves. Your prick is too dumb to know your
balls have run out of semen."

I undid the ribbons carefully. I felt relief in getting the
pressure off my cock, but I felt sadness as well as I cast aside
this gift from my Mistress. My cock throbbed with my pulse as
tiny rivulettes of precome leaked out with the rhythm.

I followed Linda out of the bedroom, down the hall. She pointed
to the scaffold in the middle of the room. "Surf's up! Time to
get on your board." She laid me on my back on my favorite torture
platform for our afternoon session.

"I'm not like Kimmie, I just love to watch boys come, and
although I don't consider myself violent, I don't mind a little
action. I don't have the patience she has. Besides I have a job
to do here, and you're no help. Now that Kim is gone, I don't
feel I can trust you." She said as she finished tieing me off.

Linda went back to work where I could see her. The pink shorts
burned into my eyes. The movement of her ass was hypnotic. I felt
like the hapless prey, frozen in the glare of the cobra the
instant before it strikes.

Her movements were torture to me. Yet I couldn't look away. My
cock, relieved three times already today, was pounding of its own
accord protesting for release. Why did I do these things to
myself? I could have closed my eyes.

Even though I could close my eyes, I couldn't close my mind. In
my memory was her sneakers filled with my come. I could see her
wearing them now. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew she was
walking in my semen. I wondered how it felt for her. She seemed
to be absolutely beaming when she first put the shoes on. She
kept wiggling her toes all through lunch.

Kimmie had made a face when she found out what her sister had
done, but between Linda and I there was an unspoken understanding
that my seed belonged at her feet.

Linda spent her time moving swiftly from project to project with
the speed and skill of a professional painter. I was definitely
getting my money's worth on that account.

Linda broke late in the afternoon and disappeared into the
bathroom for several minutes. When she returned, she was naked
from the waist down.

"Did you know you were out of toilet paper?" She asked, "You must
have used it all up cleaning off your cock after you jerked off
for me the other day. You should have replaced it."

I wanted to tell her that the spare roll was in the drawer next
to the sink but what was the use.

"Not replacing the toilet paper was a bad thing, Tommy," she
said, lecturing me like an errant 9-year old. "Apparently you
depend upon your wife to perform maid service for you."

"Well, I'm not your maid, and neither is she. That's something
you'll have to get used to. Running out of toilet paper is an
incredibly stupid male thing to do. Can't you get anything right?
Maybe you don't need toilet paper all the time, but women do. It
just shows you how inconsiderate you boys are. This is worse than
leaving the seat up."

"Since you made the mistake, you're going to have to fix it.
We'll just have to make do." She said, swinging her leg over my
face again.

This time she was facing my feet and as she lowered her lovely
tush towards my face, I could see that she wasn't bluffing. I
could soon smell it too, as she wiggled herself into position.

Surprisingly, I recognized the sight and smell. Margo sometimes
put me on a diet with a lot of fruit, vegetables, and fiber. My
bowel movements were frequent, large, and soft. I called the
condition, "the vegetarian shits."

The darkness of her ample rear end descended upon me. Her ass
cheeks felt cool and soft against my face cheeks. I didn't react
immediately until she gave my penis a sharp whack with the paint
stirrer and commanded. "TONGUE!"

"How many times am I going to have to tell you that?" she
complained. "Are you some kind of retard?"

I stuck my tongue out and tasted the sour confection left behind
from her recent defecation. I licked along the sides of the
crack, and up and down the center, flicking the anus with the tip
of my tongue.

She was in no mood to tolerate this for long. She moaned and
said, "Stop teasing me boy, and put it in there."

Damn! This girl knew exactly what she wanted, and wasn't afraid
to ask for it. Somehow she knew what I needed, and was giving it
to me too. However, I was under no delusion that she was doing
this for my benefit. She was out to have her fun, and was going
to get it at my expense. Yet, that seemed perfectly natural to
me.

I probed harder at her sphincter, and after a little resistance,
managed to wedge my tongue in. All the while, I was fully
conscious of the smooth, silky, and soft folds of her ass
smothering my face. In spite of my predicament, I was in heaven,
and she knew it.

"Sweet Jesus, look at the size of this hog!" she commented
grabbing my penis. "Boy, you must really be having a good time.
You're so good at it too! It's like you were born to do this. You
must really like having your tongue up a girl's ass! Mmmm, what
an ass licker!"

That was an understatement. I was bound and totally under the
power of a female half my age. I had my tongue attached to what
could be considered by her to be the lowliest part of her body.
To me it was close to one of the most sacred. The very least
parts of her, even her offcasts and waste products, were special
gifts to me. She was spending her valuable time to humiliate me,
and I was honored!

I managed to grunt out a, "unh-huh."

She squirmed some more and pushed down harder with her tush. She
wanted to help me get my tongue as deep into her rectum as
possible, but she knew she had to let me breathe as well. She
alternately raised and lowered her body providing a slow, deep
probing motion. My head was pinned under her ass, and she had
total control over the activity. I don't know how long she had me
buried under her sweet mountain of flesh. I wanted it to last
forever.