The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 19

Akasha explained what was happening, "Stiffening up is expected
of a man prior to any activity with a woman. It's the
responsibility of the male to have a hard-on for the female
anytime she is ready to play with him. No woman should have to
work for one. Once you have him primed, he is ready to do (or
have done to him) anything you desire."

Akasha described the purpose of the exercise to her audience.
"Stiffen up exercises teach men discipline. Having an erection
does not mean that they get to ejaculate. Orgasms are to be
earned, and given only at the discretion of the woman. Under a
woman's direct supervision, typically it was difficult for a man
to bring himself to the point of heightened self-arousal. Before
E-von training, that is. And, without her intervention, he
wouldn't be able to resist masturbating himself to orgasm. With
her training, a man can reach a much more enjoyable stage of
erection and then, only if she wills it, ejaculation."

She sure had that right! Up until last week, I used to "whack
down" the erections I got before they became too troublesome.
Now, I was learning to control and enjoy them. Getting one and
not being able to relieve it was still frustrating. However,
knowing that I was making myself hard at the command of a woman
was rewarding in its own way. Whenever Linda and Mistress Kimmie
did let me come, well, I can't recall having ejaculations this
satisfying even when I was a teenager.

Repeated practice of this basic discipline exercise further
impressed on me the role I was to serve. I was Linda's servant,
and my penis a toy with with which she could play. My erections
were for her pleasure, and my ejaculations given only at her
command when she thought I deserved them. Right now, however, I
was commanded to show the other ways which I was trained to serve
my Mistress.

Akasha continued, "Please observe as Ms. Worthington puts her
sissy submissive through his paces."

Linda snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground at her feet.
I hastened in front of her, got down on both knees, bent my head
to the ground, and kissed the indicated foot.

Once she had me in that position, she slapped her hip twice with
her palm. My tongue went into action starting at her ankle just
above her sneaker, and licking up her leg as far as her amply
short cutoffs. She didn't give the 'stop' signal until I had
worked all of the way up one leg and down the other.

Next, she made a fist with thumb extended and gave two quick
"thumbs up" signals. I came to a full kneeling attention, wrapped
my hand around my cock and started to jerk off. I nodded twice
when I felt myself ready to come and she gave the 'cut' signal
ordering me to stop. I was fully aware that she was putting me on
exhibition much like trainer would work her dog at a show.

Linda walked back across the room to the flagstones, snapped her
fingers, and pointed. I knew what she meant. I crawled across the
floor on my hands and knees, lowered my head and kissed the spot
where my pool of precome had been left at the beginning of the
demonstration. My ass was up in the air and in complete view of
all the women. I was vulnerable and exposed.

CLACK! The paint stirrer made contact with my ass. I counted out.
"One, thank you." CLACK! "Two, thank you." ... and so on, licking
the stones between each spank. The paint stirrer was an almost
massless piece of wood. It was narrow and flat, and unlike the
sneaker Linda used to spank me with on a previous occasion, it
didn't give on impact. It also couldn't "penetrate" like the
sneaker did. All of the pain was concentrated on the surface. It
produced a really sharp sting, and left my skin feeling like it
was on fire.

Linda had a good wrist action (I all of a sudden remembered the
"paint the fence" scene from the "Karate Kid"). Linda had hours
of practice developing those wrists of hers. She laid into me
with rapid strokes flicking at me in a pattern that walked back
and forth across my cheeks. By the time she was done I had
counted to 100. That's an awfully high number for a normal
spanking, but when you are getting spanked a square inch at a
time, it is quite reasonable.

The muscle under my ass was still in great shape, there was no
soreness there. However, I did feel like I backed into a hot
plate. There were "oohs" and "aahs" from the audience during the
spanking. Marin gasped at one point, "Look how red he's getting!"
When I finally did get a look at my ass, it looked quite rosy
indeed. Yet, the next day, I had nary a mark. Linda was good at
what she did.

With the spanking over, Linda gave me the signal to lay on my
back. She removed her cutoffs and panties and slapped my face
which was the order to eat her out. I could feel her legs against
the sides of my head as she worked her pussy across my face to my
mouth. I found her clitoris and started to suck on it and flick
it with my tongue as she had previously instructed me.

I could feel her shudder above me. I could tell by the flush of
fresh juices that she was letting herself go. All of a sudden,
things got a lot wetter, and the taste of her fluids changed to
urine. She had caught me off guard. I was flicking with my tongue
when I should have been sucking. I managed to recover and drink
most of her pee, but she still left a good stream of her piss on
my face. I hoped that I didn't lose too many "points" for my
misjudgment, and that Linda wouldn't be angry with me.

After riding me for a couple of more minutes, she stood up and
gave me two "thumbs up" which was my signal to stand.

My performance was over except for one more deed. I had to recite
something Linda said she learned from a woman named Susan a long
time ago. It's called "My Mistress's 10 commandments":

1. I am male. I am inferior to female.

2. I am a slave to my penis. My penis belongs to my Mistress. My
Mistress controls my penis. She controls me.

3. I renounce the sexual bondage imposed by my malehood. My
highest hope is to imitate the superiority of the female gender.
I put total faith in my Mistress to teach me to be feminine.

4. My Mistress is my sole source of sexual pleasure. I must serve
her and all those females she asks me to serve.

5. I lack the discipline attain orgasm by myself. Only under the
discipline of my Mistress will I know true pleasure.

6. I exist only to provide pleasure for my Mistress. I can expect
no wants of my own to be fulfilled except at her desire.

7. My Mistress' body is sacred, only at her bidding will I touch
it and then only with my tongue unless she permits otherwise. My
body is hers to do with as she pleases.

8. I have no secrets. As I stand naked before my Mistress in
body, I must also stand naked before her in mind. I must confess
to her my deepest fantasies.

9. There is no thought I can think unless it be to honor my
Mistress. There is no word I can speak unless it be to praise
her. There is no action I can take unless it be to please her.

10. I am not female. I must worship all those who are.

Linda then bowed, and the silence was broken. There was light
applause from the audience.

Kathleen was impressed. She said, "I know you did this skit sort
of tongue-in-cheek (and in a couple of other places as well), but
it was well done. Believe it or not, there's a lot we can use
here. You organized the demonstration very well, and you've
picked up some good techniques. It's obvious that you and Kim
have done a good job training Tommy boy."

"I think this product line has potential. Of course, it's not for
the general market, but I think we could target sales based on
our catalog orders. We can target the women who order our rubber
and leather collections first."

Kathleen gave Linda a hug, then turned to Mistress Kimmie and
hugged her also. With a few lingering touches that by now were
not lost on me.

Then Kathleen instructed me to gather up all the product
demonstration materials and to pack them in their cases.

The five women began to discuss plans for the following week's
live launch of the new E-von line and, while that was going on I
sorted, prepared and boxed the bondage and S/M toys.

Kathleen suggested that the five of them head out for cocktails
and enjoy a general debrief and planning discussion, but Linda
and Mistress declined, saying that there was a need to discuss
important matters with me.

"Pet," Kathleen said to me, "By rights we should have you carry
these cases to the car but in your present state of undress this
time we will allow you to stay in the house."

All the women hugged and said their goodbyes and Kathleen, Akasha
and Marin left.

Linda and Mistress took me to my bedroom and dressed me once
again in my pretty maid's outfit, complete with a fresh pair of
panties.