The Painter's Daughters

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

                           Chapter 20

We returned to the living room. It was as we had left it:
sandwich tray still on the end table holding unconsumed dainties;
pitcher of iced tea still on its own stand. I looked in horror at
a crushed napkin that had been dropped on the floor. I must have
missed it earlier on my clean up, and I was afraid I'd be
punished for it. Apparently Linda and Kim didn't notice.

"Sit down," Linda said in a very friendly tone. "We've had a busy
couple of days."

I looked at her. I picked up the corners of my skirt and lowered
myself in ladylike fashion into a seat. I smoothed out the
wrinkles on my lap, and held my knees together. As Kim had
suggested, I moved the knees off to one side. That made it a
little easier to hold the position. I folded my hands on my lap.

Linda complimented me, "You look very pretty, Tina." I was
confused and shocked at her acceptance of me as a woman. She
laughed, "It's OK, Tina. As long as Kimmie is here to control
you, you can wear whatever she decides. Kim and I have an
understanding that way. She lets me do my thing, and I let her do
hers.

She offered me some iced tea, "Something to drink?"

"Why yes, Ms. Worthington, thank you very much." I said.

"Until I tell you otherwise, you can call me, Linda." she said
offering me the sandwich tray.

"And you can call me Kim," Mistress advised.

I wasn't used to such kindness from these two. It seemed
sacreligious to have women serving me!

"Tom," Linda continued, "we're all friends here. This is a 'time
out' discussion. It's time to let down our hair."

She did this literally as she took off her baseball cap and shook
out her hair. I looked at her and realized that she could be
every bit as beautiful as Kim, but in a different sort of way.
Kim was feminine and delicate. Linda was feminine and healthy.
Her body had a subtle muscle tone to it that belied her more
physically active lifestyle.

"Do you have any questions?" she asked.

"Wh-what do you mean?" was my question in reply.

"About how Kimmie and I have been treating you over the last
couple of days. Don't you like it?"

"Why, yes Ms... I mean Linda."

"You can speak freely with us now, Tom. We're looking for the
truth here. We want to make sure your training is correct. We
can't do that unless you tell us what works and what doesn't. We
need to be absolutely sure what turns you on most, what you find
distasteful, and what you simply are incapable of doing. We need
to know so we can make any needed adjustments to your training.
Watching that penis of yours bob up and down is a good indicator,
but it's sort of hit and miss. Now tell us what you like."

I felt the sweat trickling down my back. I never told Margo my
fantasies. Sex was something men bragged about to other men, and
didn't talk about with women at all. How could I be intimate with
these girls? However, after the high-intensity domination I had
received the last couple of days, this warm, comfortable, and
quite frankly -- feminine -- atmosphere made me want to confess
all.

I didn't feel like a middle aged man sitting in a room with two
young women. I felt like a woman with other women. I always
wondered how women could open up to one another and talk about
intimate feelings. Now that I was "one of the girls" I began to
understand.

"Well," I began tentatively, "I like when Mistress Kimmie dresses
me up."

Kimmie giggled, "And what do you like about it, sweetness?"

"I don't know." The words were coming more freely now that I got
started. "Part of it is the physical sensation. The silkiness and
smoothness of the material feels so good against my naked skin.
And I feel so cared for when you accept me like that."

"Thank you, by the way, for making me remove my hair. I never
felt so close to my body. I don't think men appreciate sensuality
the way women do. Oh sure, we're very sexual, but only in an
intense short-term sort of way. Everything is centered on one
organ and on one activity -- having an orgasm. Men don't know how
to appreciate the rest of their bodies. They simply don't notice
all the nice sensations that happen along the way to climax."

"When I slip into a pair of hose, and pull them up, I caress my
legs and it feels good. Lacy and frilly panties not only feel
good on my penis, balls and ass; they look good. It pleases me to
see myself in panties, bras, and other delicately designed
things. And the smell ... perfume. I always thought that women
wore perfume to attract men. If you look at the commercials, on
TV that's what you are led to believe. I like to wear it for
myself."

"And makeup!" I was getting excited in some other way than sexual
for a change, "Makeup is so intimate. You apply it directly to
your body. It really is like becoming another person. I know
primitive tribes wear 'war paint' to go into battle or to
celebrate certain events. Makeup is the modern equivalent. It's
our way to celebrate womanhood."

Kimmie was beaming at me. I looked into her eyes and blushed. I
knew I was pleasing her and it made me feel so good.

I felt so good that the words poured from me confidently.
"There's more to it than just looking good and feeling good. I
don't know how to put this ... I *like* being a girl! It's an
entirely different world."

"I've never realized what it's like for women. The maid training
taught me that I've been very lazy and selfish around the house.
I haven't been doing my share of the work. I promise that I'm
going to change that. I'm not only going to do my share. I'll do
Margo's share as well. She has much more important things to do."

"I didn't even know how much trouble Margo goes through to look
nice for me. I think I can appreciate it a lot more now. It isn't
easy being a woman, but it's worth it. I've never had these
feelings as a man -- Hell, men aren't even supposed to have
feelings. It's such an empty existence."

I turned to Kim and for the first time looked her directly in the
eye. It wasn't Tom talking, it was Tina. "Thank you Kim for
showing me this. Thank you for letting me get in touch with a
part of me that I didn't know existed, a part that I was
repressing, in short, the best part of me."

I was still somewhat confused about Kim's expectations for me. I
figured that while I was in my confessional, I might as well let
it all out. "Kim, were you serious the other day when you told me
that you wanted all men to go away? That you really thought that
the only purpose of man is to serve woman?"

"Oh no, sweetness," she giggled, "Whatever gave you a silly idea
like that? That was just a game. Nobody believes that. What I
believe is that some men and women are special. Some men are
special because they know that they can serve special women.
Linda and I are special women. Right, sis?"

Called upon, Linda answered, "You got that right, Kimmie. Not
every man has what it takes to be submissive. You should be proud
of yourself. Kimmie and I put you through a lot this week. Weaker
men would have broken or rebelled. You knew what was good for you
and you caught on real fast. You dropped that macho image well
before we had to do something drastic."

I briefly pondered what she would consider "drastic" as she
continued, "You were pliant to our needs. You were so trainable.
I like boys that can be trained. With some boys it takes a lot
more work, and some boys never get it. They're the real losers.
Kim and I won't have anything to do with them." She sighed,
"Their loss!"

"Which brings us to us -- Kim and I. Not every woman is cut out
to be a dominatrix. It takes a special talent, and a lot of work.
I can tell you, it's tough working out a lesson plan for a male.
Some require strict discipline, others just require that you show
them their true selves."

"I enjoy being treated like a goddess. But even goddesses have
needs. A goddess needs to be worshiped. It works both ways -- we
special women need special men to submit to us, and the men need
the domination we provide. It's the only way we can both be
happy."

"Oh, maybe someday we'll realize Kim's fantasy where every male
is submissive before any female, but I'm not holding my breath.
It won't happen in my lifetime, and it probably will never
happen. I'm only going to save the part of the world I can. I'm
going to look for men who show submissive signs and women who can
be trained to take their rightful place in a relationship."

I had to ask, "How can you tell if a man is submissive?"

"Any man who can't control his dick is a potential submissive.
When I caught you looking at me that first day, I thought, 'This
is someone who needs discipline.' Once I caught you sniffing my
sneaker, I knew you could be controlled. Female domination isn't
all that difficult. All a woman has to do is find the right tool
for establishing her dominance over a man."

"How do you know what these tools are?" I asked.

Kim laughed, pursed her lips, kissed the air coupled with one of
her so-seductive looks at me, and picked up the conversation.

"Boys are easy to dominate. Just look at their penis. When it
gets hard, you're doing something that excites them. You can use
that to control them. Like, when I saw you that first day in the
bathroom and I pointed out Linda's undies, you got a hard-on. I
sort of figured girl's underwear got you going, but I wasn't sure
until we tried some really good stuff on you."

"Once I put my panties on you, you were willing to do anything
for me. Once I saw you in panties, I knew I could control you.
You were diminished, and I was made stronger."

I blushed. I was true. I fell into a trap, and it was one I
helped to create.

"Kimmie's idea of putting a boy in his place is to put him in her
panties. In a lot of cases, such as yours, it works." Linda
admitted.

"Yes, Ms. Wor ... I mean, Linda, but I liked what you did to me
too."

"And I really enjoyed doing it." she grinned.

"It was really weird for me," I confessed, "I don't know why but
being naked and bound before you and made to do humiliating
things really turned me on. I felt torn between not wanting to do
it, and really wanting to do it."

"I planned that deliberately. I just gave you what you wanted,
although in a way you could never do for yourself. You need
disciplining, and you want sex. I gave you both. Now you can't
tell the difference. Don't fight it. Just enjoy it."

"Margo and I have sex, but I just don't get the kind of
satisfaction you give me."

"That's because, you are only using half your sexuality." Linda
countered. "Your conflicting feelings are just the man and the
woman inside you fighting. Let them be at peace with one another.
Now you do know your place, don't you?"

I bowed my head and mumbled, "yes."

"As you can see from Kimmie and Kathleen, woman love is special.
It's not like sex between a 'traditional' male and a
'traditional' woman. It's better, it's more fulfilling. You have
to become more like a woman to appreciate it."

"Oh, Linda, I know. I wouldn't believe you if you told me this a
week ago. I thought women liked this macho stuff. I know now that
I'm wrong, but what can I do? Margo married me for my manly
ways."

"Don't be so sure," Linda responded.