The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 17

In my dream the doorbell rang. As I woke up it was still ringing.
Bleary-eyed I fumbled for my alarm clock. It said 10:01. I bolted
out of bed, wearing my soft pink nylon waltz length nightie and
matching briefs, and headed for the front door in a panic.

Many events of that mid-summer Saturday are crystal clear and
others are hazy. I guess my jumbled memory of some of the morning
was due to my exhaustion with the previous day's activities.

I was astonished to find five women at the door. Quickly I hid
behind it. I was embarrassed to be seen by women I did not know.
As she always did, Linda pushed the door open and walked in like
she owned my home, this time along with Mistress, Kathleen and
two females who I did not know but who appeared to be a little
older than Linda or Mistress. Perhaps they were in their mid 20s.

Whether they giggled at me or took me at face value without
batting an eye, I can't recall. But I do remember Mistress
kissing me on the cheek and introducing me to Akasha and Marin.
And although I couldn't put my finger on exactly why I thought
so, I somehow I "knew" they took it for granted that in
male-female relationships they controlled. I grasped the edges of
my skirted gown and curtsied, of course.

They all laughed, but by now I was used to that and also by now I
felt a closeness to them that seemed commonplace. I felt like
'one of the girls,' even with the new arrivals who, I couldn't
help notice, had *very* attractive legs. They were both wearing
cutoffs, as was Linda. Mistress and Kathleen were wearing slacks
and high heels, with very feminine blouses that were
semi-transparent and allowed my thoughts to wander.

It struck me that I was the only one wearing a gown. There was a
harem in the room, all right, and it was me.

Mistress Kimmie explained that the five of them had just come
from a power breakfast and had been fleshing out their new
fast-track approach to increasing E-von Cosmetics Corporation's
sales by quantum leaps. Also she reminded me that I had a role, a
major contribution, to make.

She apologized to the other women for my not being presentable
and for not having tea and such available for them and, as they
sat down and began chatting in my living room, Mistress took me
to the bedroom and into my bathroom for my shower and shave.

Mistress supervised all of this. Not only did I find her
attention acceptable, I welcomed it. In fact, I needed it.

When I had finished shaving, Mistress dusted me all over with
scented powder from a new box that said ECC on it. The scent was
delightful. Then she made me put on the prettiest pair of pink
nylon panties. There was a little extra leg with lots of pink
lace ruffles all around.

"Sweetness, these are called rumba panties by some, sissy panties
by others. You will wear them all the time from now on."

"Yes, Mistress." We left the bathroom together.

Kathleen and Marin were giggling by the vanity table and I
suppose they had something planned. Also, I figured Akasha must
have gone off with Linda; neither of them was anywhere to be
seen.

Mistress sat me down and Marin produced a locking collar for my
neck, a pair of wrist cuffs and what she said was a posture bar,
intended to make me sit up straight at all times. The outside of
the collar and cuffs were made of a polished, jewelry-grade
stainless steel and lined on the inside with soft, stitched
garment leather.

With collar and cuffs locked in place, Kathleen secured one end
of the posture bar to the back of my collar and pulled my hands
behind me, attaching my wrist cuffs to the other end of the bar.

It was immediately clear to me there was no way I would be able
to get out of this.

The women were giggling. "Doesn't she look so pretty and so very,
very helpless?" Marin chuckled, and they all laughed.

"Not as pretty as she is going to be," Mistress observed with her
practiced eye. And then she began to pet my hardness. She gave me
just enough to bring my structural beam pointing straight out
from the confines of its silky ruffled nylon covering, but then
she stopped.

I gave a whimper to express my need for her to continue, but all
she did was kiss my cock through its nylon casing and then she
kissed me on my cheek.

"Poor baby," she said. And she looked so concerned for my welfare
as she gazed at me and stroked my hair. "Sweetness, today is a
very special day and you will receive more than you ever dreamed.
Be patient."

"Yes, Mistress."

Kathleen then took great delight in applying a pretty shade of
pink nailpolish to my toenails while Marin released my left wrist
and sat down next to me to apply the pretty pink polish to my
fingernails and then, having secured that wrist and released the
other, she sat down on my right side to repeat the process with
the rest of my nails.

Mistress looked on approvingly and, periodically, would pet my
hard-on. "Sweetness, you do know that if you brush your nails
against anything before they are dry, they will smudge and you
will be severely punished. You do understand that, don't you
darling?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"She is so precious, but really, she talks too much," said
Kathleen, knotting a silk scarf, inserting the large knot in my
mouth and tying the scarf around my head.

Mistress and Marin helped me stand up while Kathleen went over to
the bed and returned with the most beautiful pink crinoline
petticoat, made of multilayered chiffon and lots of sensual
ruffles at the hem of each layer. In her other hand she held a
short, puffed sleeve pink satin maid's dress with a flattering
neckline trimmed with eyelet lace. And on her arm lay a matching
satin apron with long strings to allow, I supposed, the perfect
bow to be tied.

I could not stand it any longer. Desperate for some relief, even
if temporary, I turned and pressed my hard-on against the vanity
table.

"No, no, darling," Mistress said. "Only Mistress decides if her
poor baby's hard-on receives attention. Kathleen knowingly handed
Mistress a soft, black leather blindfold which was secured about
me, and then I could not see anything.

"There, there, sweetness," Mistress said. "Mistress knows that
looking the pretty feminine clothing and thinking about wearing
it for all the ladies has been getting her darling all excited.
Now tell me what you can see, dear."

"Nothing, Mistress," I mumbled almost unintelligibly through my
silk gag.

"Isn't that just wonderful!" Mistress exclaimed. Her voice
sounded like she was really pleased with her handiwork.

Then hands were all over me, sitting me down once again. A garter
belt was affixed and I could feel that it was made of nylon and
lace. Then my legs were encased in what felt like sheer nylon
stockings. Some adjustments here and there as Marin said, "We
must be sure the seams are straight for our little maid."

Then more hands about my feet which obviously were being slipped
into a pair of high heels. Mistress' familiar touch was again
coaxing my cock to full attention.

Many unseen hands helped me up.

And then they left me, or so I thought.

After a minute, Mistress' voice, from the other side of the room,
said, "Come to Mistress, sweetness, and you shall have a reward."

I began to walk across the room and nearly fell over with my
first step. Even though I could not see them, my heels were
higher than I had ever experienced. All the women laughed and it
sounded like they were not together, but at different places
around the room.

With very small steps I walked carefully toward the sound of
Mistress' soothing, coaxing voice. When I reached her she gave me
the nicest pets and cradled my head in her soft breasts. "Now, go
see Kathleen, sweetness."

Kathleen began talking to her precious, her pet, and somehow I
navigated across the room again, to receive my reward. And then
to Marin, before the cycle repeated itself. I was going to one
beautiful woman after another, unable to see a thing, not knowing
for sure what would come next but eagerly anticipating my reward.
When I reached Mistress a third time, however, I was totally
surprised by a firm whack on my ass with what felt like a wooden
paddle.

"Mustn't take beautiful women for granted, sweetness," said
Mistress. But then she again cradled my head in her breasts and I
was so grateful for the attention and caring she was giving to
me.

With Mistress fondling my cock and the other two women helping to
guide me I was returned to my seat at the vanity table.

"Now then, darling," Mistress said. If you are ready to control
your immaturity, Mistress will remove your gag, your blindfold
and your restraints.

"Are you going to be a good little girl, sweetness?"

I nodded. Mistress took off my blindfold and my gag while
Kathleen and Marin removed my collar and cuffs.

Then Mistress petted my cock as Kathleen and Marin applied
makeup, eyeliner, mascara and lipstick with expertise. In no time
it was virtually impossible to recognize the real me.

It was almost as if I was poured into a pretty pink bra, the
petticoat, maid's dress and satin apron. And then Marin and
Kathleen fitted a cute blonde pageboy wig to my head and helped
me to stand up.

I looked at this pretty person in the mirror, who was not me. I
did not know what to do, so I curtsied to her. Then I turned and
curtsied to the three beautiful Mistresses who had made me what I
was. And each of them murmured words of approval, giving cries of
delight and each of them kissed me on my cheek.

"Time for you to serve all of us, pet," said Kathleen. And the
four of us left the bedroom together, all dressed in our feminine
finery.

                              -=o=-

Service to five Mistresses began conventionally enough.

I call these women Mistresses because that term seems to be best
to describe them.

They were, each of them, assertive women. But more than that,
they were dominant females. Each of them took it for granted that
the male of the species would serve their every need and desire.
And for the slightest infraction, even for the slightest
perceived infraction, or even for no infraction at all, there
were these toys on display with, what appeared to me to be,
obvious uses. Punishment.

Kathleen explained to Mistress and Ms. Worthington that the toys
were prototypes of the new expanded line of ECC product, and she
reviewed several of them displayed on the table. She presented
several paddles, a wide-end riding crop, a slapper crop, a
flicker whip with what appeared to be an ivory handle, a rattan
cane and a strap. Also featured were a number of dildos of
various lengths and sizes including one that Kathleen must have
especially liked given the way she fondled it and waved it at me
while licking her lips. It was a neon orange color. She softly
grazed my cheek with it and as I began to think of its intended
use, the words "Big Orange" came to mind. The Florida Orange
Growers just had no idea...

Kathleen said that more delights were in the design stage.