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Chapter
5
When we got to the kitchen,
I took two glasses and removed the jug of orange juice from the
refrigerator. As I closed the refrigerator door I managed to press
my nylon-encased penis hard against it for a moment. The coolness
and the pressure felt so good! If only she would let me play with
myself...
I poured us each a glass
of juice. As we sat down at the table, Linda came in to get herself
a glass of water. "Kimmie, got him trained yet?" she asked.
"Still working on him,
sis. Actually, 'he's' kindof a 'her'. I renamed her Tina."
Linda finally caught
a glimpse of me. They both giggled. I felt so embarrassed. At first,
it seemed that neither of them acknowledged that I was in the room
too. Then I knew I was noticed.
"What! At it again?
You certainly give new meaning to a man getting into a woman's pants."
Linda said. Her sarcasm was evident. Mistress Kim smiled. I blushed.
"Darling, where are
your manners? Aren't you going to offer Linda your seat?"
"Yes, Mistress." I stood
and held the chair for my Mistress' sister. Linda sat and, without
warning, roughly yanked my panties down. Then she began to play
with my engorged cock. The two girls exchanged knowing glances as
if sharing an unspoken secret. It was so humiliating. But it felt
so wonderful.
The act of playing with
me must have triggered a memory in Linda's mind. "Do you remember
Bobby Petersen?" She asked her sister. "How old were we then, 10?"
"How can I forget him,"
Kim replied. "He was our first ..." She hesitated before the next
phrase. "... big boy."
Linda continued for
her, "You mean the first one big enough to come." Turning back to
me she said, "Bobby was about 12 and he had this humongous crush
on Kim. She didn't really care too much about him as a boy, but
she sure liked the attention she got from him. So, we had her invite
Bobby over. She worked her usual charm and convinced him to try
on some of her clothes and let her put a wig on him. She gave him
some line about how she wanted to be in a school play and she needed
his help to rehearse. He went along with it mainly because she let
him change in our bathroom and keep his real underwear on."
"Of course, that didn't
last for long. As planned, I walked in on the two of them and made
a fuss. I kept chanting over and over, 'I'm going to tell. I'm going
to tell.' Both of us cracked up laughing when we saw how red he
got. He said that he would do anything as long as we didn't tell
anyone. Well, we made him do more than just anything."
"Kimmie really made
him get dressed up. We made him take off all of his clothes and
gave him a pair of her panties. We also found a training bra that
fit him well enough. I recall that we dressed him in one of Kimmie's
party dresses."
My Mistress continued,
"Bobby was so ashamed. I had so much fun! I made him put on my new
white tennis panties that mommy gave me for my birthday, the ones
with rows and rows of lacy frills. The training bra was yours, Linda.
You never liked wearing bras then did you? But it was such a dainty,
delicate frothy thing. And then, because Bobby was a virgin I made
him put on my virginal white slip. It was the proper thing to do!
He looked so sweet. I mustn't forget my lacy white short socks with
the frills on top and my best black patent leather shoes with the
bunny buckles. And I topped it all off with my very first bridesmaid's
dress, the white one with the little girl look -- the Peter Pan
collar and the puffy short sleeves and the wide pink sash that tied
into a big bow in back. I just loved that it buttoned down the back.
After I finished buttoning Bobby he couldn't get out of it! I made
him take off his wig, just while I made up his eyes and did the
rest of his makeup. And it was so exciting to put on his lipstick.
Remember how he begged me not to? I think it's so much fun to keep
boys in lipstick and make them freshen it all the time. He looked
just darling."
"I thought he looked
like a sissy," Linda interrupted. "But I got off on how humiliated
he was. Most boys that age just haven't learned to respect female
power. You have to show them who's boss."
"But sis," my Mistress
said, "you don't need to be rough with a boy to teach him that.
I remember being so gentle and mothering to Bobby as I trained him
to hold the edges of his dress and curtsy respectfully whenever
he wished to ask for permission to speak. He knew his place."
"All I remember about
lifting the dress was you making him raise the hem of his skirt
and slip all the time so you could look and make sure he wasn't
staining your panties with his little hard-on. And any time you
didn't think he was hard enough, you 'touched him up' a little.
You always got off on bringing a boy right to the edge and keeping
him there, didn't you?"
"Really, Linda, that's
not a nice thing to say," my Mistress replied. "It's just that I
think a boy's semen is so sticky and messy. It just doesn't belong
on pretty feminine clothing. Now when I come, that's a different
story. I have my needs and I will have them satisfied. But that's
why I keep a boy around, to lick up every last drop. I mean, really...
what are boys for?"
Mistress smiled at me.
I felt mortified standing next to her sister in my bra, with my
panties half-way down my legs and with Linda continuing to stroke
me, just a little, starting and stopping, now and then... It was
heavenly and excruciating, all at the same time.
Linda took over the
story at this point. "When Kim got done with him, it was my turn.
Kimmie may like the way that boys look when they are feminine and
frilly, but I don't think they deserve to look that good. I made
him lay over my lap. I lifted up his skirt and slip and laid into
his pantied behind. I told him what a bad boy he was for dressing
in girls' clothes and that he should be ashamed of himself. He wasn't
worthy enough to wear them."
"What I really wanted
was to get at that penis of his. Kimmie got him dressed so fast,
I hardly got a chance to see it. I told him to take off his clothes
and 'jerk off' for us. Kimmie and I overheard some boys talking
about jerking off, but we really didn't have any idea what it was.
We just knew that it was something naughty, and that boys didn't
like to admit that they did it, although all of them seemed to know
about it."
"When we got to see
Bobby do it, we agreed that the term was very descriptive. I just
love watching men and boys jerk off for me. I think it's very nice
that they do this with their bodies for me. Bobby must have been
hot. He shot off like a geyser. There was come everywhere. I loved
it!"
"Kimmie was different.
She said 'ewyoo, yuck' and made a face that I didn't see again until
the time we cut up a frog in biology lab."
Mistress explained her
reaction. "Boys are gross! I mean, I like them in lots of ways,
but... It's just that their silly 'tough jock' masculinity is so
repulsive. I think all boys need to be helped to express their femininity.
They need to appreciate the finer things in life. And, of course,
I want them to serve me whenever I decide," she grinned.
"On that point we are
in complete agreement, sister dear," Linda said.
For some reason, when
Mistress was talking about 'tough jock masculinity', Linda stopped
petting me. She just stopped! The frustration was too much and I
began to cry.
Linda shot me a look
of disgust, and she flared at her twin, "Kimmie, I don't have time
for a queasy slave. I'm not going to put up with this crap. You
agreed to train him. Can't you get his emotions under control?"
Kim looked apologetic.
Linda talked to her
with the concern of an older sister for her younger charge. "Look,
I admit that it takes more than physical control to make a man submit.
You do a much better job than I do, bending their minds to things
feminine. You really do. After a man's been with you, he knows what
it is to be a woman and how to appreciate them."
"But you have to take
care of the man's physical needs. Men aren't like us. We don't have
a single organ on our bodies that controls everything we do. You
have to seize control of their penises both figuratively and literally."
"I know you like to
avoid sticky, messy sperm situations, but your domination will be
more complete if you let him come, or make him come every once in
a while. Make him work, beg, and debase himself for release, but
you have to do it every now and then."
"It reinforces their
training. Like Pavlov. Ring a bell when you feed a dog, and he eventually
responds to the bell without the food. Humiliate and dominate a
man as he's experiencing sexual gratification, and eventually he'll
respond to your control with or without sex as the reward. The only
difference between dogs and men is that men are easier to train."
"Conditioned reflex
training is called 'Pavlov's Principle' -- I think we should call
our training method 'The Worthington Principle.'"
"Linda," she hesitated.
"I, um... know. You've told me this before ... Well, I ... er, forgot."
"Oh, Kimmie, howmanytimes,
howmanytimes, howmanytimes!" Linda was exasperated. "Look, I'll
take care of it now, but you need to get your act together. There's
a house to paint here."
"Really, I'm sorry,"
Kim replied. "I just wasn't thinking. I'll set up the afternoon
training session right now. And sis?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for helping.
You've always been the smart one."
Linda smiled at her
sister, "And you've always been the pretty one. I love you, sis."
She gave Kim a playful slap on her butt.
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