The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 11

Linda got dressed and continued her painting. Since I didn't have
a clock in my field of vision, I really didn't know what time it
was.

I guessed that it must have been close to the end of the workday
when she packed up her things and untied me.

"Look at that thing," she said pointing at my penis. "We'll have
to get the swelling down somehow. I can't leave you like that. If
I do, you'll just jerk off, and you're not allowed to do that
without permission."

I was sort of glad to hear that. Being erect for most of the day
was difficult no matter how many times I had come, but I was
concerned about her expectations. I was, after all, coming up
hard on 40, and I didn't have the juice I had 20 years ago. I was
sure Linda's experience was mostly with men close to her own age.

"I'd love to serve you Ms. Worthington, but I don't know if I
have any semen left after what you and Mistress Kim did to me."

"Hmmm, I see what you mean. Maybe we'll have to replenish your
sperm supply," she countered. She pointed to the floor in front
of my punishment platform. "Kneel. Get down on all fours and face
the board."

I did as ordered. She slid a chair over, sat on it, put both legs
over the board, and planted the toes of both her sneakers in
front of my face. "Kiss them," she said, and I obliged. She
untied one and slid her foot out. It was covered with my slimy
come.

"Lick it clean, dick-brain," she ordered, putting her calf on the
board, and positioning her foot right in front of my face. I
closed my eyes and went for it. The taste of come, sweat, and
whatever else was dissolved from the inside of her shoe was
overwhelming. I nearly gagged. However, after all the training
the Worthington twins gave me over the last couple of days, I
didn't even consider not doing it.

It felt funny to be running my tongue around an already
well-lubricated foot. But Linda was enjoying it, and it was
important to me that Linda enjoy whatever I do for her.

When I got that foot clean, she made me do the other. Then it was
time to clean out her sneakers. She made me stick my face into it
a lick up all that I could. The smell was stronger than all my
previous sniffing expeditions put together.

I couldn't reach all of the insides of her sneakers although I
probed and pushed with my face as hard as I could. The come
covered everything, and I emerged from my task with my face
coated.

Linda laughed at me. "You really will do everything I tell you to
do. Won't you?"

"Yes Ms. Worthington."

"Good, obedient, Tommy. Now go clean yourself off like a good
little boy." She sent me off to the spare bathroom with a playful
swat on my butt.

When I came back, I noticed that she had donned socks and put her
work boots back on. She tossed her sneakers at me one at a time
and I caught them. "Here," she said, "You'll wash them out by
hand tonight. I want them absolutely clean inside and out."

She walked over to me holding up a collection of toothbrushes. "I
picked these up from the master bedroom bath. Which is yours?"

I pointed it out to her. She gave it to me and said, "You'll need
it to get into the ridges on the outsole," she said running her
finger over the strip of rubber holding the soles to the uppers.
"While you're at it, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to get
the crepe rubber soles clean as well. When you get done with the
rubber parts make sure you get the canvas clean as well. I
suggest massaging them with your fingers. Use a hair dryer to get
them dry. I might want to wear them first thing tomorrow. I want
to see them looking like new in the morning. If you do a good
job, I might let you do the rest of my sneakers. If you don't do
a good job ..." She let it hang. I had no idea what would happen
to me if I didn't do the task to her satisfaction and I had less
of an idea that I wanted to find out.

"You *are* going to do a good job, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Worthington." I realized that domination from these
women was not limited to just when they were present. They were
now giving me "homework" assignments to keep me busy when they
weren't around.

"Now, let's see what we can do to get rid of that swelling,"
Linda said directing me to the board once again. This time I lay
there for a while untied as she disappeared into the kitchen. I
no longer needed restraints, I simply did as she said.

I heard the can opener. So did Toby, our rather oversized and
lovable but otherwise useless feline. I observed the orange blur
as she sprang from wherever it was she was sleeping and took the
most direct route to the kitchen. Toby moved at a slow and regal
pace at most times, but lost all dignity when it came to food.

Linda returned carrying squeeze bottle. Toby was almost between
her feet as she walked, magically avoiding getting stepped on or
kicked as only a cat can do.

Linda removed her shorts and panties and straddled my face. She
lowered her pussy to my face and gave her usual monosylabic
command, "TONGUE!" I reached out with the named organ and lapped
at her clitoris. Linda leaned forward. The next thing I felt was
a drop of something hitting my penis. Then I felt Toby bound full
upon the board. Toby's motor was idling rather loudly. I could
hear her purring even though both my ears were muffled by Linda's
thighs.

Another drop hit my penis. I could feel Toby's nose nuzzle my
organ, then her tongue. The rough, wet, warm surface had me fully
erected with just two licks.

Linda explained what she was doing. "This is a mixture of milk, a
dash of honey, corn starch, and a dash of oil left over from that
shrimp we had. Toby seems to like it, don't you think?"

I managed a "nuh, huh" without my tongue even breaking stride.

Linda was divebombing my penis with the liquid with pin-point
accuracy. She placed it drop by drop on the exact spot where she
wanted Toby to lick next. Linda let Toby work her way all the way
around the head of my penis several times before allowing her to
concentrate on the underside.

Linda held my penis still with one hand so Toby could do her job.
Once she did that, Toby's sandpaper-like tongue had an immediate
effect. My balls contracted, and I shot my come straight up
apparently, since it landed back on my penis.

Toby took time out to bat at my penis with her paw as I was
coming. I was glad she was a strictly indoor cat and was
declawed. Then Toby went back to work on my penis with her
tongue. Linda had stopped dripping the liquid, but Toby was still
licking my cock!

Linda laughed and left Toby to it. I wondered briefly if Toby was
merely licking at my penis because of a conditioned reflex. Then
I dismissed it; cats don't learn that fast, if at all. Toby liked
the taste of semen!

"It seems your cat learns faster than you," Linda said. "Now get
licking and get me off." I increased the tempo of my licking,
trying in vain to ignore Toby's ministrations to my cock. In less
than a minute I had my reward. Linda's body tensed, and my face
was flooded.

Linda dismounted and got dressed. Toby finished with her snack by
now, also dismounted and went in search of a new place to take a
nap or give herself a bath.

Linda let herself out. She stopped at the door and turned. "Big
day tomorrow. Don't forget my sneakers."

I stood there naked in front of her. "Yes Ms. Worthington."