The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 13

"Darling," Kim said, "Do you know when Mrs. Greer's period is?"

I thought to myself, "What kind of question is that? In fact,
what right does she..." I didn't know. "No, Mistress, not
exactly."

"Sweetness, one thing every slave must know -- this is not just
panty-slaves, but all slaves -- is when Mistress has her period.
Otherwise, how will a slave know to properly care for her
Mistress?"

She was standing there in her little girl clothes, this innocent
aura about her but at the same time asking me, dressed in my
feminine frillies, the damndest (if rhetorical) question.

"I... I don't understand..."

"Do you have a calendar in your den?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tina, dear, what I want you to do when Mrs. Greer gets back is
ask her about her period. You must mark her cycle on your
calendar so you don't forget. And you will ask her how she feels
at each point in the cycle and you will write that down. And you
will study your notes every day until they are second nature to
you. Do you have any question about this, sweetness?"

"No, Mistress."

"Why, that's just wonderful!" she said, in her delightful
little-girl voice. And through its nylon casing she began to pet
my rather limp but happy penis.

"Do you understand why you are going to do this?"

"I think so, Mistress. If I know her cycle and work on
anticipating how she feels at different times -- and if I'm not
sure I would ask her -- then I would be able to care for her
better. And that would help make me a better husband."

"Better panty-slave, sweetness."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Another thing. Bring me that men's magazine on the bedside
table."

"Yes, Mistress." As I minced over to the table, Mistress returned
to my armchair and sat down. I brought the magazine to her. I
felt uneasy standing in front of her as she began to flip through
it and I moved to the side of the chair and knelt next to her, so
I could see what she was looking at.

She opened the foldout in the middle. "Pet-of-the-month," she
mused. "Darling, you wouldn't call Mistress a pet, would you?"

"No, Mistress."

"And do you know why?"

"I'm not sure what you..."

"Because, sweetness, pets are to be toyed with. That makes *you*
the pet." She giggled and kissed me on the cheek. "A Mistress is
to be worshiped. Repeat that, sweetness."

"A pet is to be toyed with, a Mistress is to be worshiped."

"Very good. Now, why do you look at this picture?"

"Mistress, it's Penthouse that chose her, there are lots of
interesting articles...

"Cut the crap, dear. Oh my, that wasn't very ladylike, was it? I
must be spending too much time with Linda." She smiled. "What is
it that attracts you about this picture?"

"I, ah... well, she is a very attractive woman, and the riding
outfit hanging on the wall there looks very smart. And the handle
of the riding crop she is holding has some very intricate
weaving..."

Mistress looked at me impatiently.

"OK, her gorgeous breasts, the swell of her hips and just below
her pubic hair, that is, if she moved a little so the
photographer had another angle, I could imagine..." I stopped.
Mistress had slammed the magazine shut and tossed it over her
shoulder.

"Tina, dear, a 'tits and ass' focus is simply an immature male
attitude that no longer fits your position. It will have to
change. In fact, as your feminine appreciation course continues,
it *will* change. And Mistress will help you with that.

"Anyway, do you realize that a properly submissive panty-slave,
attentive to *all* her Mistress' needs, all of the time, will
have all the tits and ass she will ever need without leaving her
house and without buying any of these tasteless magazines?"

I was dumbfounded. Again, Mistress kissed me on the cheek. "Get
my handbag, sweetness."

I moved over to the other side of the chair, picked up her
handbag and gave it to her. She pulled out a catalog and a
magazine. The catalog said Victoria's Secret on it. "Have a look
at this," Mistress said.

I flipped through the catalog which showed page after page of
beautiful women.

"Do you notice anything, dear?"

I had no idea what she meant.

"They all have their clothes on!" she said, delightedly. "Let me
show you something else." She took the catalog and leafed through
it until she came to a page, then she folded the catalog and gave
it back to me. "Look at this picture, study it carefully and tell
me what you see."

The picture was of a brunette, maybe late 30's -- about my age --
wearing, I read, a cashmere-soft cotton knit oversized tunic and
a comfortable looking, loose fitting pair of cotton pants. She
was sitting on a marble step and looking at me. I could see her
eyes were made up, certainly her lipstick was perfectly applied.
Her lips were relaxed, perhaps the hint of a smile but nothing
more. Her facial features, (bone structure, I guess) appeared to
be average, pleasant. Her short, straight brown hair came down to
just below her ears, and those eyes, those eyes were looking
right at me. Somehow I sensed power, just from the picture.

"Mistress, there is something alluring about her, but I can't
tell what it is."

"Dear, tell me about her figure."

Well, I couldn't. "Mistress, her clothes are too loose to see
what her figure would be like."

"But you think she is attractive?"

"Oh yes, very."

"And if I told you that she was a friend of Mistress and that she
expected you to serve her as you serve me, can you see yourself
being properly submissive and attentive to all her needs?"

"Yes, Mistress. I think so... Who is she?"

"I have no idea. She's a model for Victoria's Secret." She
giggled and again kissed me on the cheek. "Dear, the point I am
making is that you do not need to see a woman without her clothes
on to be interested in her, or even to be excited by her. The
self-confidence, the assertiveness that this woman projects in
the picture would cause most people to agree she could probably
have any man she wanted. Don't you think?"

"Yes, Mistress. She definitely has my attention."

"Look at something else," Mistress said. She raised the other
publication from her lap and I could see it was a copy of the
March issue of Vogue and I recognized the picture of the model on
the cover; it was Claudia Schiffer. "Look at the table of
contents."

There was a teaser with a picture of a woman wearing a dress. The
copy said: 'Softness and light' and showed the model embracing
'the new femininity in an ankle-grazing chiffon dress by Ralph
Lauren. Page 339.' "What do you think of the dress, dear?"

I had to admit it looked lovely. Then Mistress made me leaf
through all the pages (which was no small job because there were
more than 450 of them) and I found pictures of dozens of
attractive models, in attractive clothes or makeup or lingerie,
and on page 402 I found an interesting article titled 'What's
cooking in cyberspace?' I began to realize there was some good
material in this magazine.

"Sweetness, how much does a copy of Penthouse cost?"

"Umm... $6.95 I think."

"And what about this Vogue?"

I looked on the front cover. "$3.00."

"And what about the Victoria's Secret catalog, how much do you
think that cost?"

"Nothing?"

"You are so clever, darling! Now, which is the better value,
men's magazines or women's magazines? And sweetness, think very,
very carefully before you answer this question or Mistress will
have to think up a perfectly portentous panty-slave punishment
for you."

I wasn't sure what 'portentous' meant, but I wasn't about to find
out. "Women's magazines, Mistress?"

"Very good, dear! And, besides being a better value, you can
begin to learn about makeup tips, trends in dress styles and you
will begin to be able to share an interest in and talk about
fashion with Mistress. Isn't that wonderful?"

I had never thought of it that way. "Yes, Mistress."

"And, sweetness?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I want you to do some research for Mistress. Find a copy of the
June, 1994 Cosmopolitan magazine and read 'Men Who Want Women to
Dominate Them.' It should be required reading for all men like
you. It will tell you how some men want to be ravished, and how
some women want to be in control. It will help you understand a
new dimension in female-male relationships. I want a full
report."

"But... but that would be nine months old. How... how would I
find a copy?"

"Sweetness, I know you'll find a way. Do you know why?"

"Why, Mistress?"

"Because Mistress does not tolerate failure!" Giggle. " She knows
her panty-slave will do everything she is told. You have 48
hours, sweetness."

I looked at her adoringly. I didn't know how I would find the
magazine but I knew I would somehow. If Mistress wanted me to do
this research project, she must have a good reason for it. She
did know what was best for me. Didn't she?

Mistress looked very pleased with me; she stood up and took my
hand to help me as I got to my feet also. She fondled my pretty
panties, back, sides and front. She continued fondling the front;
in no time my cock once again filled my panties.

"Sweetness," she said, "do you keep a collection of your men's
magazines?"

"They're hidden in the garage, Mistress. Would you like to see
them?" She lay her head against my shoulder, put one hand behind
me and fondled my silky buns. And with her other hand she kept
petting me.

"No, darling. You must throw all of them out."

I gritted my teeth. I didn't know whether to feel angry or
crestfallen. But I had no doubts for long; the considerably more
powerful emotion I felt was directly related to the attention
Mistress was giving me.

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped. And she continued to pet me and tell
me what a good panty-slave I was and I continued to get more
excited and I knew I would do anything for her, even throw out my
magazines.