The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 14

The doorbell rang. Mistress stopped. To say I was flabbergasted,
frustrated and disoriented would be an understatement. At the
same time, I was frightened. Margo was out of town. Nobody was
due to stop by. Maybe Linda would see who it was.

The doorbell rang again.

"Mistress, please get the door," I said as I fumbled with the
catch on my bra. I couldn't let anyone see me like this.

"No, darling, a panty-slave does not tell her Mistress to do
anything. It's probably Kathleen. I told you company was coming,
didn't I? She will help with your feminine appreciation training.
And she needs to see you dressed just as you are. Put your bra
back on." She smiled.

I didn't know anyone by the name of Kathleen.

"Please Mistress, I can't go to the door dressed like this. I
don't even know the person!" My lower lip quivered; I was
genuinely frightened. I felt close to tears.

Mistress understood. "Sweetness, why don't you put on your
bathrobe? That will make you feel better, don't you think?"

I held onto that thought for all I was worth. I had to cover
myself somehow. That the whole situation was patently ridiculous
did not occur to me. I minced to the closet, took out my bathrobe
and put it on. As Mistress tied my sash for me, she created a
large bow. I hardly noticed.

"Come, sweetness, let's answer the door." And she held my arm as
we left my room, down the hall, through the living room and the
foyer to the front door.

"Go ahead, sweetness. There's nothing to be frightened of.
Mistress is right here with you." She stood on her toes and
kissed me on the cheek. That made me feel better.

"Now or never," I thought. And it would have been never except
that Mistress was right next to me and I knew she would never
forgive me if I did not trust her when she had told me there was
nothing to be frightened of.

So, I opened the door.

Kathleen was a very tall woman, about 6' 1" I guessed, with light
brown hair. The gaze out of her steel-grey eyes, the way she held
her head, the slight jaunty pout of her lip, her erect posture,
and every other bit of her body clearly emphasized a confident
and assertive look.

She wore a grey business suit, white blouse, nylons covering a
pair of good-looking legs, and pumps, maybe a 2" heel. A white
chiffon scarf around her neck completed what I could see. What
appeared to be sample cases were on either side of her, each one
about the size of a small suitcase.

She smiled pleasantly. "You must be Mr. Greer."

"Good morning, glad to meet you," I said with some uncertainty as
I held out my hand. She shook it with a firm grasp. Then she
picked up her cases and walked into my house.

She put down the cases. "Kimmie, you look so lovely today! Where
*did* you get that pretty dress?" The two women gave each other a
hug. It was clear to me they were more than casually acquainted
with each other.

Mistress turned to me and said, "Darling, let me formally
introduce you. Kathleen is regional sales manager for the E-von
Cosmetics Corporation, you know, 'the E-von Lady?' It's a
requirement for my college marketing courses that I work
part-time with someone already in business. Kathleen has been
sharing how ECC really works from the marketing angle, and I've
come up with this marvelous idea that I know you can help us
with. Isn't that wonderful?"

I had no idea what Mistress was talking about. But there was
something about this female's apparent professionalism that
captured my attention. I felt some level of higher awareness. I
liked her instantly.

"I really am glad to meet you, Kathleen. Would you care for a cup
of coffee?"

"I like your heels," she said, matter-of-factly. "Kimmie, he's
just precious -- he's everything you said." She and Mistress both
laughed.

I blushed. It dawned on me that, once again, Mistress had set me
up. Thinking back, was there any time since I'd met her that she
hadn't delighted in pushing me to my limits? So this is how it
was going to be. Kathleen already knew who I was and she had no
intention of beating around the bush.

"Darling, why don't you take off your robe? You're not wearing
anything that Kathleen hasn't seen before," she giggled.

I hesitated.

"Sweetness, you wouldn't want Mistress to punish you in front of
our new guest, now would you?"

Whatever it was that she had in mind, I knew I didn't want it.
"No, Mistress." I removed my terrycloth robe. Kathleen looked me
up and down with a practiced eye. She walked around me, grazing
her hand across my nylon-covered ass, which I did not think was
by accident. "He is such a pet." She stopped in front of me and
seemed to be taking a critical look at my head. "Turn your face
to the side, precious."

I turned.

Kathleen looked at my face critically. She commented on my
deep-set eyes and other facial features. As she brushed her
fingers over my face, I became excited. She carefully explained
to Mistress how a touch here and a touch there of just the right
kind of makeup would soften my masculine features and highlight
the feminine. At the time, she might as well been speaking in
Swahili. I didn't understand a word she said. I had so much to
learn!

"And I think it would help if he shaved again, she said.

"You heard Kathleen, sweetness. Go shave."

"But Mistress, I already shaved this morning."

Mistress put her foot down. Literally. The heel of her left Mary
Jane was on my right big toe, exposed as it was through the
straps of my sandals. I didn't think Mistress would actually jump
on my toe but I wasn't positive about that.

"I know, darling. But you'd like to shave again, wouldn't you?"
she chirped.

"Yes, Mistress." She was just as sweet and provocative as any
combination of innocent little girl and predatory female could
possibly be. That she was both of these at the same time made no
sense. But she was.

With the attention Mistress was giving me on top of the
"inspection" I had received from Kathleen, once again my cock was
hard.

Mistress noticed this and began to fondle my erection through my
panties. "Process control," Mistress said to Kathleen. "Process
control will be key to maximizing incremental sales."

Mistress made no sense. Kathleen, however, appeared to be very
interested in Mistress' process control activities with my penis.
And, to get an even closer look, she knelt down beside Mistress,
put her arm around Mistress' waist (to steady herself, I guess)
and looked closely at my throbbing rod and the process control
Mistress was using with me. I flushed with embarrassment and
pleasure.

It appeared to me that Kathleen and Mistress were both looking a
little flushed themselves. "They must both be excited because I
am almost at the edge, because I'm... I'm..."

My pretty panties, already stained with pre-come, rapidly filled
with my ejaculate.

Mistress' touch became lighter and slower. She looked as if she
might be thinking 'ewyoo yuck', but she said nothing and instead
gave me a kiss on the forehead and guided my head to rest on her
shoulder.

"Mistress, you are so good to me," said I.

"That's my Tina," said Mistress.

"That's very interesting," said Kathleen.

Kathleen, still on her knees, ran her fingers over the spreading
stain in my panties, and she tasted it. Then, it was if she owned
me! Boldly she reached into my panties and scooped through my
come with her fingers. Then she stuck her fingers in her mouth
and sucked on them like a popsicle! "Not bad at all, Kimmie."

Mistress said nothing but with her free hand she began to stroke
Kathleen's hair. "Sweetness, time to change your panties and
clean up. That includes shaving."

"Yes, Mistress." I minced off to my bedroom leaving the two women
in the living room, Mistress still standing and Kathleen still
kneeling, her mouth at, oh about the level of the hemline of
Mistress' short pretty dress, and her arm still around Mistress'
waist so she wouldn't lose her balance.

I picked another pair of white nylon briefs from my wife's drawer
and resolved to do the wash sometime soon. With the clothing
Margo had taken when she had gone to see her sister, her supply
of fresh panties was becoming rapidly depleted. I headed for the
bathroom.