Chapter
6
Kim got up and put her
arm around me, she held me close to her and began to wipe my tears.
"There, there, Tina dear. I know how difficult this is for you.
Now I want you to pull up your panties and Mistress will give you
a big kiss." I pulled up my panties. Mistress stared into my eyes
and kissed me lovingly, her sweet tongue exploring my mouth insistently.
As I savored the wonderful taste of her lipstick, she spun on her
heel and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall to the bedroom.
"Get your ass in here,"
Linda commanded. "You're not going to paint in that outfit! Get
those clothes off. Now!"
"Yes, Mistress," I murmured.
"We'll have none of
that 'Mistress' crap with me. Look, Kimmie's all for that feminine
stuff. I'm of a more practical sort. I'm not your Mistress. Mistress
implies some sort of romantic attachment. I may be emotionally involved
with you, by I am not romantically involved with you. It's like
my dog, I am emotionally involved with him. I'd hate to lose him.
But to think that I would be romantically involved with him ..."
She laughed heartfully, "I may be kinky, but even I draw the line
somewhere."
"In fact, the relationship
between you and me is a little like the one I have with my dog.
I like playing with him for my own pleasure, and he just loves me
obediently and unconditionally. That's what I expect from you: obedience,
unconditionally. No romantic involvement, no Mistress mysteries."
"No, this is a pure
lust situation. I'm out to get as much sexual pleasure out of you
as I can. If you must address me, address me as 'Ms. Worthington'
and we'll get along just fine."
I stripped completely
out of my feminine garments and gently folded and laid each piece
on a chair as Kim had taught me.
"Put these on." She
tossed me a pair of sneakers similar to the ones she was wearing.
"They're K-Mart specials. $3.99 a pair. You don't think I'd waste
good money on you! They're size 11, the largest they had."
I soon found that women's
size 11 shoes were significantly smaller than men's 10. I could
barely get my feet into them. My toes were wedged together and folded
over. My instep pushed up against the tongue.
"Let me lace them up
for you." Linda said. She did so tightly, and without mercy. My
feet were in agony.
She sat on the bench-high
platform she used to torture me the previous day. She pointed to
the floor in front of her. Kimmie's teaching paid off. I knew what
to do without being told. I knelt.
She pulled off one of
her sneakers and handed it to me. I put it to my face and started
to inhale. This time the experience was even better. The shoe was
fresh from her foot. The inside of her sneaker was like a tropical
jungle; hot and steamy with strong fragrances.
I inhaled deeply, and
relished the warm, moist sensation in my sinuses and nasal passages.
I felt I was experiencing her intimately. She didn't even comment,
and just let me enjoy. My penis throbbed and I could feel the precome
dripping out of it. I reached for it.
"Not now, dickhead!"
she warned. She slid off her other sneaker and allowed me to worship
it as well. "Painting makes my feet so hot and sweaty. I think my
feet need to be cleaned. Don't you?" Linda said, bringing her foot
up to my face.
"TONGUE!" I presented
my tongue and followed her directions as she told me how she wanted
me to lick and kiss her feet. She really liked having me run my
tongue up and down in the spaces between her toes. She also liked
having her toes nibbled on.
My cock and balls were
aching. "When will she let me come?" I wondered. "She let me come
before. She's not going to change that now. Is she?"
Linda had me lower one
end of the board to the floor. "Oh no," I thought, "she's not going
to tie me up like she did yesterday." I hadn't had sexual release
for nearly 24 hours. Under normal circumstances, I would have been
at the very least, horny. But these circumstances were anything
but normal!
I knew that my ordeal
was going to be different this time when she had me straddle the
board facing downhill. She had me lay on my stomach and put my hands
behind my knees and she tied my wrists together under the board.
I was concerned about the rough wood against the sensitive parts
of my body. With all the blood in my penis, the slightest prick
by a splinter on my penis might cause me to bleed out. I was in
a most uncomfortable position.
Linda had the solution.
She padded my penis by placing it inside one of her sneakers. The
heel of the shoe cupped my balls nicely, and the head rested just
about where the balls of her feet were minutes ago. The cushioned
insole yielded a little to my inevitable probes.
My eyes were closed
and my mind was elsewhere when the first slap came. POCK! It sounded
like a racquetball being hit by a racket. It felt like a fat blackjack
impacting my behind. "OW!" I yelled.
"No, 'ow,'" Linda corrected
me. "That's one. You'll count off every spank I give you."
I looked back to see
Linda standing there with the other sneaker in her hand. She was
holding it by the heel and using the sole as the spanking surface.
"ONE!" She suggested
again.
"One." I said.
"Kimmie is my sister,
and I love her dearly." POCK!
"Two."
"But she doesn't have
a full understanding of the discipline boys need." POCK!
"Three."
"She's more of the philosopher
type, and that's OK." POCK!
"Four."
"You boys need to know
why you are inferior to women." POCK!
"Five."
"But also you need to
understand it more than intellectually." POCK!
"Six."
"I don't like seeing
men in skirts and panties." POCK!
"Seven."
"You don't deserve it.
You aren't worthy enough." POCK!
"Eight."
"I don't think boys
should be honored by allowing them to wear feminine garments." POCK!
"Nine."
"In fact, the only use
I have for men is how they can use their bodies to please me." POCK!
"Ten."
"Sometimes I just like
to have them do something humiliating to amuse me." POCK!
"Eleven."
"I like making them
jerk off. I really liked watching you piss on yourself." POCK!
"Twelve."
"I also like to make
a boy use his tongue to please me." POCK!
"nn-Thirteen."
"It's nice to have something
wet and pink between my toes." POCK!
"Fourteen."
"And it doesn't matter
if that something is a penis or a tongue." POCK!
"Oof - Fifteen."
"Other than that, I
really have no use for a boy's body." POCK!
"Ouch - Sixteen."
"Boys are such babies.
They need disciplining." POCK.
"S-seventeen."
"For me that means physical
disciplining." POCK! POCK!
"EIGHTEEN! Nnn-nine-teen."
"I don't care if I discipline
his penis, his ass or his tongue." POCK! POCK! POCK! POCK! POCK!
I screamed and the tears
broke loose. It wasn't wholly from pain. Each spank pushed my penis
into her sneaker. The board bounced with our activity and I got
the stimulation I needed mentally and physically, and front and
back. I came and flooded her sneaker with my come. I could feel
it welling up around my penis.
Linda rubbed my hot
ass with the sole of her sneaker lovingly. "There, there. Is that
better?"
"Yes, Mistress." POCK!
"I mean MS. Worthington."
She untied me and I
stood up. I looked behind me to see how pink my behind was. The
sneaker made an excellent paddle. It spread the impact over a large
area and flexed just enough to make the slap last a fraction of
a second longer. It stung nicely, but it was difficult to do permanent
damage with it. I knew I'd be ready for another spanking in an hour
or two if Linda wanted to give me one. I was hoping she did.
"Now, you naughty boy."
Linda told me. "Go stand in the corner with your hands on your head."
I did as she said. "No
you asshole. Turn around and face the corner. I want to see what
I've done to you. Sheesh! What an idiot!"
I stood in the corner
for about 15 minutes as I listened to Linda prepare for the next
phase of the painting project.
"Come here," she finally
said. "Now that you know what a corner looks like. I want you to
paint them for me. I can't get the roller in there, so it's important
you do it right. You got that, Tommy?"
"Yes, Ms. Worthington."
"Just to make sure you
do it right, and don't get paint on the ceiling or molding, I want
you to use this brush." She handed me a brush that was about a half
inch wide. "This will take forever," I thought, but I knew better
than to express my complaint.
"Here, put this on."
Linda said, holding up a frilly apron for me to walk into. "I don't
want to get paint on my property." I was totally naked in the back,
and Linda just loved to look over at my ass. I thought of the first
day when I ogled her buns. So this was payback!
The task didn't take
forever. It took over two hours. My feet were killing me in those
sneakers. I couldn't take a normal step since my foot wouldn't flex
and I couldn't rock from heel to toe. My shins and calves started
to ache. If I kept this up much longer, I'd be lame.
I knew I wouldn't get
relief until I finished my task. By that time we were almost ready
for lunch. However, I had one more duty to perform.
Linda held up her spanking
sneaker and said, "This one is empty. Time for you to make another
deposit." She saw the terror in my eyes. In spite of my earlier
estimates, I wasn't ready for another spanking.
"Don't worry, dick-brain,"
she chided me, "I don't have time for games now. Lose the apron.
You can beat yourself off into this thing." She sat on the punishment
bench and held the sneaker out. I disrobed, dropped to my knees
in front of her and jerked off. She caught every drop in her shoe.
"Stay there," she said.
She stood up and turned around pushing her pink short-clad ass into
my face twice as she put her foot on the board to lace up her sneakers.
She stood up when she was finished and turned around to face me.
"There," she said wiggling her toes. "That's what I think of men.
The only thing they are good for is to squirt come for a girl's
amusement."
"Semen," she said pointing
to her feet, "is the greatest physical gift a man can give a woman.
See what I think of it?"
"Kimmie, mealtime!"
she shouted. "I think we'll keep you barefoot, naked and in the
kitchen." It took me a minute or two to pry the sneakers off my
feet. Every seam was imprinted on my feet.
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