The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 15

I came out of the bathroom all freshly shaved and cleaned up and
feeling pretty good. Mistress and Kathleen were sitting together
on the bench at my wife's vanity table. Kathleen was removing her
lipstick which somehow appeared to have got smudged. It looked
like Mistress had just finished applying fresh lipstick to her
lips, but she often did that.

"... from the marketing perspective, at any rate. Hello,
sweetness. Are we feeling all silky and comfy in our pretty
panties?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Kathleen, look at the ruffles on the edges of Tina's soft nylon
panties. They look so feminine, don't you think?"

Kathleen agreed with her. She thought I was 'just so precious'
and observed that perhaps I should be kept in nylon tennis
panties, the ones with rows and rows of pretty ruffles.

Mistress said she would add them to my shopping list and then,
"Come here, sweetness. I can see that you're a little plump, but
you know that Mistress likes to see you all hard for her. And
particularly now that we have company." She began to pet me once
again. I began to try to help her. "No, darling. Mistress has
told you before. You must not touch yourself without Mistress'
permission."

I was standing right behind the bench in my bra, panties, garter
belt, nylons and heels. Mistress and Kathleen had both been
seated facing the mirrors but now, as they looked at me, they
were turned towards each other with Mistress petting me and
Kathleen with an amused look on her face. Kathleen had her jacket
off.

As Mistress continued her pets I noticed she kept moving slowly
back and forth so that her breasts kept grazing Kathleen's
breasts. Mistress' breasts jutted out from her short and sweet
little-girl dress and Kathleen's breasts were encased in a very
seductive-looking bra beneath her semi-transparent silk-like
blouse. Kathleen seemed to be enjoying something but I couldn't
tell what it was. Also, I thought perhaps Mistress had an itch
somewhere on her chest but, if so, I didn't understand why she
didn't scratch it.

"You see, Kathleen," Mistress said, "the corporate competition
has been wasting its time by fighting over market share. Because
they don't understand that the market really is much bigger. And
when the sales strategies are in place for ECC to attack the male
market effectively, to start with there will be no-one else out
there. Before the competition knows what hit them we'll dominate
the market. Now there's a word for you. Dominate. I like the
sound of that. Dominate."

"So do I," Kathleen said. "In fact, I think I'll ask corporate
marketing to work up up a campaign on a new line for women of
cosmetics and fragrances. We'll call it Dominant." It looked like
she had an itch also. Both of them were sort of gyrating and they
must not have known what they were doing because their breasts
kept touching.

Mistress must have sensed that I was about to lose control
because she stopped petting me. I groaned in agony; she was doing
it again!

"Sit down on the bench, darling and we'll take care of your real
needs," Mistress said softly.

Well, I knew what my real needs were and, happily, I complied as
Mistress and Kathleen got up. I was now seated facing the mirrors
and could see how I was dressed and I waited for Mistress to
continue with my pets. She and Kathleen, however, continued
discussing business.

"The thing is," said Kathleen, "the baseline female market is
worth billions and we can't ignore our primary source of income.
I still have a concern that some women may be turned off by our
expanded focus. The men, that is. We absolutely can't afford to
lose the women."

"I understand the significance," said Mistress. "Linda and I were
talking about it last night. The key is to make it obvious to the
women that, with E-von, every woman's life will be so much better
than it has ever been before. Linda said she was working on an
idea and would flesh it out with our 'lab rat' here later today."

The two beautiful women were close, on either side of me, but my
needs were being ignored. I couldn't stand it any more and I
began to play with myself.

"Kathleen, dear, would you lend me your scarf?" said Mistress.

Kathleen took the wisp of chiffon from around her neck and gave
it to Mistress. "TAKE YOUR HANDS AWAY!" Mistress commanded
sharply.

I had heard that tone of voice before, but I still I was
startled. My hands snapped to my sides and it was like I was
sitting to attention. Mistress grabbed my wrists and tied them
behind me with the scarf. Then she continued fussing but I
couldn't see exactly what she was doing.

"There, isn't that fluffy bow simply delightful and feminine?"
she laughed.

"It looks very pretty," Kathleen said. "And so does precious. And
so do you." And then my mouth dropped open; I was astonished.
Kathleen stepped forward and took Mistress in her arms and kissed
her! I could see it in the mirror.

At least I hoped Mistress would have the good sense not to
continue whatever it was that this older female was trying to get
going. Obviously, it was not appropriate. Just because I wanted
to to it myself, Mistress looking so young and innocent and all,
was no reason for Kathleen... After all, she was a woman too...

"Oh look, Kimmie, our little pet is embarrassed."

"Sweetness, did Mistress forget about your attention?" And she
came around the bench, positioned one of her legs between mine to
get very close and resumed petting my hardness. Then she stepped
back and leaned over and kissed my penis through its nylon
covering.

I looked down. There was a red imprint of Mistress' lips over the
soft white nylon right where the head of my cock was struggling
to burst through my panties.

I looked up. Mistress and Kathleen both laughed. I felt
humiliated, and trapped between these two gorgeous females who, I
thought, had probably planned all of this out. But nobody had
told me what the plan actually was.

"Darling, a proper lady does not sit with her legs apart, does
she?"

"No, Mistress." I brought my legs together, but then I began to
rub my stockings together very slightly to enjoy the feminine
feeling of nylon rubbing against nylon and hoping Mistress would
not notice and put a stop to it.

"You see, Kathleen, Tina loves her feminine unmentionables and
she will buy lots of product from E-von. Why don't we show her
some of them?"

Kathleen smiled at Mistress and left the room. Mistress and I
were alone. She sat down next to me and and ran her fingers
through my hair, gave me a light kiss on my cheek and smiled.
Then she began to pet me a little more. "Awww, poor baby," she
whispered in my ear. I loved the attention. Mistress was so good
to me and I felt ashamed that she had been cross with me only a
few minutes earlier.

Kathleen came back into the room with her two sample cases and
Mistress gave me another light kiss on the cheek. "Don't go
anywhere," she giggled. And she got up to join Kathleen at my bed
as one of the sample cases was being opened. I couldn't see what
they were looking at.

"Kimmie, what do you think of this?" Kathleen said. And Mistress
whispered something in her ear. Then they were whispering to each
other and I couldn't hear any of it, but every so often one of
them laughed.

They returned to the vanity table with their arms full of small
boxes and bottles, each labeled with the ECC logo and with E-von
Cosmetics Corporation printed at the base.

"I think I'd like to dry-run the approach on prospective new
clients next week," said Kathleen. I know just the two
distributors I want with us on this. If Linda's going to help, I
wonder if all five of us could 'drop everything' and make a day
of it tomorrow, go through a full dress rehearsal and iron out
any kinks."

"What kinks?" I said. "What are you talking about?"

"Shush, sweetness." Then, "I don't see why not. Why don't I go
have a word with Linda? I don't know what her plans are for
tomorrow."

Mistress was going to leave me? In my state? "Please, Mistress,"
I begged. "I need you so much, I need... you promised to take
care of my real need."

"Of course, darling. You shall be taken care of. Kathleen will
take care of you, won't you Kathleen?"

And with that, Mistress gave me another kiss on the cheek and
left. I was alone with this strange woman I had not even known
two hours earlier, hands tied behind my back and really concerned
that this time I had done it. I wondered what I had got myself
into. I felt confusion, but more than that I felt fear.

Kathleen looked at me and said, "Precious, that is a most
unladylike bulge in your panties. It is the mission of the E-von
Cosmetics Corporation to make every woman feel and look her best.
I can see that a good deal more work needs to be done in your
case."

I did not know what to say. But I guess I didn't have to say
anything. Part of what happened seemed like a replay of my first
day with Mistress Kimberly. At least the part where Kathleen took
off her skirt, half-slip and blouse and then sat down beside me.

"You do want to look and feel like a beautiful woman, don't you
pet?"

"Yes, Kathleen." I was pretty sure any other answer would be the
wrong answer.

"And so you shall be. You are so precious." She slowly squeezed
my cock harder and harder. The temporary relief felt so
wonderful. Then she stood up and rummaged through the many
containers of cosmetics and whatever it was, lazily swaying her
ass, dressed in the sheerest of nylon with delicate lace at the
leg openings, mere inches from my nose.

I have always had an acute sense of smell. Although I couldn't
see where her panties disappeared between those inviting legs,
because she was not directly in front of me but rather slightly
to the side, the woman was wet. I could smell it. And although I
had no idea what would happen next, I didn't care. My arousal
grew.

She turned around with a tube of lipstick in her hand. From the
time I had come out of the bathroom she hadn't been wearing any.
Well, there were traces of lipstick on her all right, but they
belonged to Mistress.

Kathleen leaned against the vanity table (now I could see that
she *was* wet), smiled at me and said, "Pet, you have a lot to
learn. You will be taught, of course, and we won't get it all
done at once. But I think we will get a good start on it today."

Whether it was how she said it, or the movement of her body, I
don't know. But all at once I felt completely safe. It didn't
matter that I hardly knew the woman. As it had been with
Mistress, I knew I would do anything for this woman.

In later years I would remember the moment fondly because that
was when I began to realize for the first time that what I was
finding intensely, irresistibly pleasurable had nothing to do
with any stimulation of my penis. And maybe, just maybe, it was
not even related to the anticipated future stimulation of my
penis.

It was this wave of pure adoration for Kathleen that was washing
over me. It was the same feeling that I experienced almost all
the time with Mistress and, in a different way, with Linda. But I
had taken it for granted almost with Mistress; that was just the
way it was between us.

And this time, there it was, that feeling again. And Kathleen had
not allowed me to service her nor had she given any indication
that she would bring me to orgasm. So I was aroused and
frustrated. But because of this wave, paradoxically, it hardly
mattered.

It is so hard to explain. I guess the best clinical description
is that I was in a trance, some self-induced hypnotic state. I am
no medical or psychiatric professional, but that's how it felt to
me. I was aware of what was going on, but at the same time I was
in this dream, this world of total submission to the woman before
me. She had turned to the mirror and was painting her lips with
the new tube of lipstick. She was applying it thickly and
carefully.

I recalled words I had read in a letter to Penthouse where the
writer had referred to sub space. At the time I thought the
reference was to the Ionosphere or the Stratosphere because I
noticed there was an article about NASA on the facing page and
figured the editors had mixed the text up, which was why the
letter didn't make any sense at all. Besides, when I read it I
knew those letters were all made up anyway.

But now I thought I was in it. Sub space had taken on a
completely new meaning.

Finally I knew, or had begun to understand at least, what sub
space was. Finally I could put a label on it and understand some
of what was behind my overpowering feeling of immersion, of
one-ness with the bodies and minds of the wonderful women who had
come into my life over those few days. Not the transitory feeling
of one-ness that I felt almost always with my wife as I
approached and experienced orgasm. This immersion went on. And
on. And on. And it was there, absolutely, without my orgasm
driving it.

And these women had shown it to me. Me, the manly,
'father-knows-best' type for all of my life. All that time I had
no idea that, when one came down to it, the facts were that
'mother knows best.'

Kathleen finished applying her lipstick and she turned to kiss
me. I was filled with joy. She kissed me lightly on my lips; the
thick lipstick smeared a little and I knew my lips were very red.

Then she showed me to myself in the mirror. My lips showed a
distinct blush, but no red outline. Then she brought the tube to
my mouth and chills went through my body. While I watched in the
mirror she carefully outlined my lips and then painted.

I was in sub space, there was no question in my mind. I don't
remember everything she did except that after talking to me in
her sexy voice for a time, she removed my excess lipstick and
worked with foundation and coloring to reduce the prominence of
my chin and to highlight my cheekbones.

She made up my eyes and repainted my lips and dabbed a touch of
perfume behind each of my ears and on my wrists and behind my
knees and on my panties where my hard-on was straining to get out
right where Mistress had kissed the soft, feminine nylon. "You
are so precious," she said.

I don't know if she worked with me for an hour, for two hours.
But eventually the session was over, and I came back slightly to
some level of reality as Mistress walked in the door.

"Kathleen, you have simply outdone yourself," said Mistress.
"Sweetness, you look so good I could eat you!"

"Anytime," the male in me thought. But I did feel good, far more
than good. I was so grateful to all of the women for showing me
the real me, who I was, the me I needed to be in order to be
totally happy.

Sweetness, I have started to prepare lunch for us. It will be
served on the patio. You will finish the meal preparation and you
will serve, sweetness."

Now *that* brought me down to earth real fast. Outside, dressed
as I was? Mistress was pushing me to the edge again. She was so
innocent and sweet and matter-of-fact about it though.

I looked in the mirror. I didn't even have a wig! "Mistress,
please... may I please put on my bathrobe?"

"Why, of course, darling. A woman must always consider her
modesty and since we haven't found just the right dress for you
yet, that would be entirely appropriate."

She untied my hands. I put on my bathrobe and headed for the
kitchen. As I left, I heard her say, "Kathleen, would you
unbutton my dress for me," said Mistress as I was leaving. "It
seems so hot in here."