The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 18

We returned to the kitchen. One of the other women had made tea.
I could hear the kettle whistling in the kitchen as I approached.
Linda ordered me to prepare refreshment and nourishment for five.
While I was in there laying out the tea service and carefully
arranging the little cakes which one of the women apparently
brought, I was tempted to have a bite of just one of them.

Mistress Kimberly noticed my temptation and admonished me,
"Sweetness, I will not have you eating any of this food. It is
just for the ladies and you will have something else to occupy
your mouth and your need for calories."

I whimpered.

"Also, I do not want to hear any whining from you. You will do
exactly as you are told." And she pinned a button at the right
breast of my pretty maid's dress. It was a red circle with a
diagonal slash through the word "WHINING". No whining permitted.

I returned to the living room with the tea service and served the
refreshments to each of the ladies. They were discussing several
business angles and possible marketing tactics relating to the
new E-von Cosmetics Corporation product lines and barely paid any
attention to me.

Barely.

No-one paid the slightest attention to me as far as including me
in their business discussion, but each of them, at random it
seemed, required personal service of me. In some cases, I was
able to perform my service quite easily. I was allowed to use my
hands. In other cases, removing the delicate feminine
underclothing was made more difficult by a requirement here and
there that I use only my teeth and while in a kneeling position
before one or another of my beautiful Mistresses. Before I knew
it, cutoffs, slacks, pretty panties, briefs, hip-huggers were
scattered all over the living room.

At the end of it all, I was the only one of the six of us who
could still consider herself modest. Because I was the *only*
person wearing panties.

I lost track of who was talking. As I was buried in one Mistress'
pussy suckling and lapping, performing my service to her, another
Mistress would refer to me as 'that panty slut'. Pretty soon
references to me as 'Tina' or 'my pretty little girl' were all in
the past. I was everyone's panty slut and they all made sure I
knew it.

I lapped and licked, and lavished in wonderfully warm, wet, and
womanly vaginal secretions. The pleasures of my mouth became the
pleasure of my mind. I fell deeper into subspace.

As Akasha, or Kathleen, or Kimberly, or Linda or Marin would arch
I knew it was my duty to suckle and be careful to lick up the
juices of each so that none would dribble down her leg and
possibly reach the carpet. Mistress Kimberly had told me if that
were to happen I would be required to clean that part of the rug
with my tongue, and that one or more dommes would administer
severe punishment, choosing from the range of new toys available.
"After all," she laughed, "we've got to test them if we're going
to do a good market analysis."

I had my tongue in more pussy that Saturday than any man could
have dreamed of having in a month of Sundays. "Pussy," I thought,
"what an inadequate term for the Holies of Holies. Cunt is too
vulgar, in fact, blasphemous would be closer to the mark. Vagina
is so clinical. There is no word worthy in my mouth for the part
of a Mistress that I must worship - that which makes her Woman."
Where could one go to find the 'politically correct' term? I
wondered if any discussion group or forum existed where this
issue might be taken up and, with opinions expressed, might help
me become comfortable, and knowledgable, on this issue.

Mistress and Marin were kind to me during my service and stroked
my hair as I worshiped them. The other women grabbed me roughly
and paddled my ass just for good measure, even if I did not know
if I had done anything wrong. In the wonderful haze of subspace,
I wanted and needed both treatments. I was totally confused.

My tongue ached and through my pretty ruffled panties a warm red
glow spread across my ass. In the front of the pretty ruffled
panties, another ache presented itself.

Just when I had begun to think my multiple service to multiple
Mistresses developed a pattern, and I could predict who I would
be required to re-service next, and how, Kathleen grabbed me,
placed me in a most uncomfortable hammer lock and wrestled me to
the floor.

All the women jumped me. Linda and Akasha took my arms. Kimberly
and Marin pinned my legs. Suddenly there was a pussy staring me
in the face, and unseen hands ripped my panties down below my
balls and started to play with me. There was only one thing I
could do, so I did it. I licked pussy.

I knew what came next, and I could do nothing to forestall the
inevitable outcome. I orgasmed. I could feel the flood of very
sticky fluid in my groin area, even though I could not see it.

"That's the correct way to treat a panty slut," Kathleen said.
And they all laughed.

"Ewyoo, yuck! Sweetness, did Mistress give you permission to
come?" asked Kimmie.

"N-n-n no, M-m-m Mistress," I said. I did not know if I felt more
terrified at the punishments I imagined I would receive or if I
felt more exhausted at the entire ordeal.

"Well, dear. You certainly have made a disgusting mess all around
and on your panties. Go to your room, take off all your pretty
things and lie on the bed. While you are gone all of us will
decide your punishment and, at the appropriate time, you will be
summoned."

I got up and dragged myself towards my bedroom.

                              -=o=-

I lay naked on my bed for close to an hour, recovering from my
ordeal.

Linda and Akasha suddenly appeared, fully dressed, and ordered me
to follow them into my den to prepare me for the upcoming show.
Linda briefed Akasha on what she taught me the previous
afternoon, and arranged for her to be part of the act. The act
was to be a spoof on the new business venture, and Akasha laughed
heartily as Linda outlined the skit to her. We spent about 15
minutes rehearsing while the other women discussed business and
fashion in the living room.

Finally, Linda stuck her head around the corner and asked, "Are
we ready?"

I could hear Kim reply, "Yes."

Linda gathered her props and led the three of us into the living
room.

The two women had me stand between them, and then kneel on the
cold, hard flagstones in front of the fireplace facing my
audience. Linda acted as the Mistress of Ceremonies. "Good
afternoon, ladies. Welcome to a demonstration of E-von's newest
product line. A product not so much designed to make a woman look
better but to make her feel better about herself."

"The modern woman in the world today faces numerous obstacles
caused by male dominance in the workplace and in society in
general. Not the least of these problems is the feeling of
insecurity and inferiority that the constant propaganda put out
by these chauvinists tries to produce."

"Our product is designed to instill the feeling of
self-confidence and power a woman needs to fight the dark side of
this force."

"If you're an office worker, you probably notice how much less
work men do and how much more prestige they wield. Maybe you have
an overbearing boss. Are you tired of having to dress pretty for
the men in clothes that not only cost more than men's clothes,
but cost more to keep up, and don't last as long? Using this
product line in conjunction with a fantasy directed against your
boss or an obnoxious coworker may not change the balance of power
at the office overnight but it can give you the feeling of
control you need to start it in the proper direction."

"Perhaps you're a teacher. Then you know how boys get
preferential treatment over girls. They get the honors classes in
science and math. The boys' sports teams get better funding,
better equipment, better press, and better support than girls'
teams. This product can help you role-play the part of one of
your students as she comes out on top of a boy for a change. At
least you'll know that there is hope for her future and be able
to share that experience with your female students."

"If you're a nurse, and you've had a tough day, with demanding
patients and arrogant doctors, what more can you ask than to have
your tired feet taken care of in every way by a professional foot
care specialist every night?"

"This E-von product can do it all. Introducing, the sissy
submissive -- a multiple use toy to satisfy every woman's needs."

"Not every woman is lucky enough to have a submissive of her own,
and not all women are trained to handle one. E-von can change all
that. For a nominal fee, we can provide both fully-programmed
sissies, and dominance training for the women who use them."

"Do you have your own male? We can train him too. Training can be
accomplished at our classroom facilities, or we can do training
on-site for groups. E-von can develop a plan to meet your needs."

"Before we go on, do I have any questions?"

Marin raised her hand, "How much does this service cost?"

"The going rate is set by a number of factors. For example, are
you renting or buying? Also, a lease-to-own program is under
development. Financing is available, and E-von honors all major
credit cards."

"But let's evaluate this model. It's a single-owner, 1956 male
with high mileage. However, it runs good, and the body isn't in
bad shape. As we'll see later, it handles really well, and the
optional equipment is fully functional."

"Let's go over some of the features."

First, penis size," Linda gave me a sideways glance and sneered,
"OK, so he'll never win 'best of show there', but look how cute
it is -- fully circumcised, and it can go from flaccid to
fully-erect in under 30 seconds."

"Second, overall physique -- the model's owner is a little-old
lady (OK, she's petite, but not so old) who only jogs him around
the neighborhood several times a week." Linda turned to me and
said, "Keep it up!" as she smiled at her own pun.

"Third, ability to ejaculate. Generally, the newer models --
teenaged boys and young men perform well in this category.
However, they just don't have it down the stretch where it
counts. You'll get a lot of mileage out of this model, and it's
been fully road tested under a variety of conditions to our
standards of satisfaction."

"Finally, we evaluate handling. How responsive is he to your
control? With less than a week's worth of disciplining, we have
trained this male to perform all the basic tasks. It's a joy to
have this toy at your fingertips."

"Do I have any more questions?" There weren't any.

"Good, then let's get to the demonstration."

Akasha read the script as Linda put me through my paces.

"The joy of owning a submissive sissy is rewarding in itself, but
many women will enjoy showing off their new possession. This
could be both fun and profitable for the women as we can organize
parties where women can place orders in the comfort of their own
home. I think we can benchmark the Tupperware model here.
Displays such as these will be necessary for us to market our
product since many of the traditional advertising channels are
not available to us. Many women will most likely get their first
impressions of our services and products through demonstrations
put on for them by their friends."

"Tommy is ready for public display, so let the show begin!"

Akasha addressed her boss, "E-von's going to develop a stable of
boys as demonstrator models and to rent. We can rate the boys on
their performance. A well trained boy can bring a good hourly
rate or an even better price when sold. Either will make us rich
and happy. I can tell you, I'm anticipating some good commissions
from this product line."

Linda turned to me and admonished, "You hear that? Be good! I
don't want you to turn out to be a 'cheap come'. I'm capable of
putting out four star-male submissives. Don't make me look bad."

I certainly wanted this crowd to be impressed by my four star
rating.

Akasha continued her narration, "Many women don't have the skills
to get the most use out of their boys. Indeed, they need their
eyes opened to the possibilities. Sit back and watch Linda have
Tommy perform".

Linda assumed her position on the opposite side of the room with
her legs slightly spread apart, and her hands on her hips. I
lowered my eyes to the floor at her feet, not daring to make eye
contact.

Linda said not a word. In my peripheral vision I could see her
gesture with an upward movement of her palm. This was her signal
to me to "stiffen up".

Prior to my training with Linda and Kim, I didn't have any
control over my penis. I was totally undisciplined. Erections
would come and go randomly. When I would get an erection, I'd
play with it until I ejaculated. However, the training Linda gave
me yesterday enabled me to have an erection anytime at her
command.

During the training session, Linda started with physical
stimulation of my penis, and interrupted the procedure at
strategic stages. Eventually she didn't even have to touch my
penis at all for me to attain a hard-on to her satisfaction.

With the proper concentration on my penis, I was able bring it
from a totally "rested" state to a full hard-on in about 30
seconds. Using the techniques I learned from Linda, I could
"bounce" my penis up and down and make the head pulsate by
contracting the muscles at the base of my scrotum. Linda laughed
at me and said that she just loved the way I could make my
"pee-pee" dance. After several minutes of this exercise, my penis
was excited enough to produce a drop of precome.

Linda expected me to continue this procedure for as long as she
demanded. During the training session, she had my penis drooling
a nearly steady stream of precome for almost a quarter of an
hour. On this occasion, however, she gave me the "stop" signal
after I had produced enough of the clear viscous liquid to make a
small pool on the floor. I knew that I was still expected to
maintain a hard-on, but I was allowed to give my nearly cramped
muscles a break.