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Chapter
8
As I began to become
became aware of my surroundings once more, Mommy had a glass of
water in her hand and she tipped it gently to my lips. "There, there,
darling. Maybe my being Mommy was too much for you. I think I can
take better care of your needs and your training if I go back to
being Mistress. Is that all right, darling?"
Yes, Mistress." I looked
up at her. She looked so concerned. And she looked so lovely. Somehow
I just knew that whatever it was she was doing, she must be doing
it because it was best for me.
Mistress Kimberly helped
me up, she put her arms around me and she held me. She was such
a giving woman, so caring.
I began to feel better.
Even my cock began to show signs of life. Yes, things were sure
returning to normal.
"About your training,
Tina dear. Look on the bed at the pretty things I have for you."
I turned my head but
I continued to hold her. I hadn't noticed when Mistress had helped
me sit down, but there were pieces of femininity spread all across
the bed, mostly sea-green, which matched the color of her bra, the
color of her garter belt and the color of her panties. I didn't
want to let her go because my cock was snuggled against her soft
panties and her warmth beneath and I felt safe. Also on the bed
was a pair of green high-heeled pumps (each with an ankle strap),
a pair of sheer, nude nylon stockings, a few strips of green ribbon
and a light green baby doll nightie.
Mistress leaned over
and grasped the bra, helping me on with it. I felt comfortable.
It was like this morning. I belonged in it. It was me.
Then Mistress took the
widest of the green ribbons and lovingly tied it around my neck,
finishing with a big bow in front of my Adam's Apple. I was perplexed.
"You look just so cute in it, darling!" she teased.
Mistress helped me on
with my garter belt, first dangling the garters all over my penis
and telling me how pretty it all looked together, then she had me
sit on the bed again. She showed me how to roll up one of my stockings,
knelt in front of me (wow!) and helped me unroll it carefully up
my left leg. I opened a garter stay and moved it towards the top
of the stocking. Mistress caressed my smooth leg through the filmy
feminine fabric. Her hair looked so lovely. I wondered if she would
let me take the pins out and brush it for her.
I attached the garter
stays all by myself. "Very good, darling. Now the other one." I
put on my other stocking, fastened it and stood up. The cool, sheer
nylon against my hairless legs was such a good feeling. As I began
tracing my hands over the tops of the stockings, delighting in the
texture, I glanced at Mistress to make sure this was allowed. She
smiled at me approvingly. I was so happy to be enjoying the nylons
with her pleased at me all at the same time! My cock was happy too.
"Into your heels, dear."
I knelt and put them on. She helped me secure the straps. When I
stood up I was a little wobbly. It was my first time in heels. I
guessed they were only about 2-1/2" high. That was nothing for Mistress,
of course, but it was a big deal for me. "Walk across the room,
dear." I began to move, walking almost on my toes.
"Come down on your heels,
dear. They won't break. Now back towards me." I began to get sort
of a feel for how to walk in them. It seemed easiest to take little
steps and I felt able to keep my balance better by raising my forearms
and holding up my hands a little as I walked. My hairless arms looked
so smooth. They felt smooth too.
"You're becoming a very
attractive young lady, sweetness." Actually, I began to feel pretty
good, and my organ, if not standing fully to attention for my Mistress,
was certainly beginning to fill out. I liked walking on my new heels.
I think I was really beginning to accept some of the joy of feeling
feminine. I felt aroused but not frustrated. Was this the state
Mistress wanted me in all of the time? Mistress did know what was
best for me, didn't she?
Mistress asked me to
pick up the baby doll nightie and hold it up against my body. It
was such a pretty, delicate thing, green nylon with a transparent
overlay, wide sheer shoulder straps gathered at the top and a cute
nylon ruffle all around the hem and overlaying the bodice. Sort
of a Grecian toga style (except it was too short for a toga).
"Hold it higher, sweetness,
I want to see your penis." I raised the nightie a little. Mistress
smiled. I think she enjoyed my holding it up, my displaying it for
her. Or maybe she was pleased because my cock was now pointing straight
out, parallel to the floor, and climbing. I felt wonderful.
"Now, put on the pretty
nightie, Tina, dear." I raised the soft garment over my head and
it slid down my body. Obviously, it wasn't made for my build, it
wasn't long enough. It barely came down to the head of my penis,
now standing almost to full attention.
Mistress walked up next
to me and gave me a playful slap on my ass. "Darling, you look just
so cute!" she squealed. And she fondled my member and I was in seventh
heaven. "Now get your pretty panties and hold them in front of you."
I grasped the lovely feminine undergarment and held it out. She
had me hold my pretty panties, displaying them for a minute. They
were full-cut briefs, made of that Diaphanique nylon, not completely
transparent, but close. And there was that 2" band of pretty lace
along the front of both leg openings. So feminine. Panties. The
garment designed to be closest to Mistress' wonderful pussy all
of the time. Softly caressing her.
"Put them on, dearest."
I almost lost my balance stepping into my extremely feminine panties,
but I recovered. The feeling of nylon against nylon as I slid them
slowly up my legs, with Mistress looking at me approvingly, was
indescribable. As I pulled my panties over my rock-hard cock, Mistress
began to stroke me through the thin fabric. Obviously, Mistress
was very pleased with me and my performance.
She whispered to me,
"Tina, you are such an obedient young lady to dress for Mistress
when you are told. It's just so much fun to play with you through
your lovely panties. I think Mistress will keep you in panties all
the time now. Won't you like that? And I can see your hardness!"
She continued to pet. "Such a pretty thing standing up for Mistress,
straining through the silkiness..."
I was exceptionally
hard, aroused. She kept stroking. "This time she'll let me come,"
I thought to myself. Anticipating. Hoping. "She is such an alluring,
desirable female. When she gives me my release I will offer to kiss
her pussy all afternoon and into the night."
"Darling," she cooed,
"Mistress liked the way you displayed your nightie and your panties
so sweetly. I just know you will perform like a perfect lady when
you are downtown next week."
"Wha... what do y...
you mean?" I stammered.
"Didn't I tell you?
Nordstrom has their semi-annual women's sale next week." I froze.
"You need to spend time
in their lingerie department to examine all the pretty intimate
wear. You must start building your wardrobe, silly." I started to
go beet-red.
"Mis... Mistress, that
would be too humiliating. I just couldn't... couldn't."
"And you have to hold
up the pretty things so the salesladies can be sure your new clothes
will be a good fit. I have a list of things for you to buy. Wasn't
that nice of me to write down what you need?" And she slowed her
petting of my penis and lightened her stroke, then bent over and
kissed it through my filmy panties.
She was standing before
me, this provocative, perfect woman, dressed in her lovely bra,
panties, garter belt, nylons and heels, not a hair out of place.
I clenched my teeth
and willed myself to keep control, somehow... I had to learn to
please Mistress. I just couldn't let her, would not let her see
me break down. I would not let it happen.
I stood there. She stood
there. She looked at me. Waiting. And I burst into tears.
At that point I was
crying so hard and wiping my eyes, I couldn't see anything. I blinked
away the tears to see a smile appear on Mistress' face. She had
broken me. Her objective was accomplished. She was now ready to
move my training to the next level. From now on she could do anything
to me and I would forever be grateful for the slightest scrap of
affection she chose to give me.
She had broken me. I
knew it, and she knew it. I looked pleadingly at Kim's face and
saw something in it she never showed before. The smile faded, so
did some of the hubris. Was she actually concerned for me?
After the emotional
trouncing my heart just took, I didn't know how to react. At least
with Linda, there was no pretense. What you saw was what you got.
She was out to have fun with you and she was going to take all that
she could get. I was beginning to love her too, but in a different
way.
With Kim it was different.
My attraction to her wasn't so much the lust of a man for a woman.
But, how could I put this ... my lust for her was as a woman for
another woman. I didn't feel manly at all in her presence, and I
wanted to be the girl she obviously wanted me to be. I had so much
to learn.
I was broken and I was
crying. I expected Kim to laugh at me. Instead, she put her arms
around me, but I couldn't return her embrace. I continued to sob
like a little girl in her older sister's arms.
"There, there," she
cooed holding me to her breast, and stroking my hair, "Don't cry.
You're not the first man I made cry. During my younger years many
boys were attracted to me. I reeled them in excitedly, but usually
I took a back seat as Linda bent and molded the impressionable young
males to her will."
Kim drifted off. She
seemed to be talking more to herself than to me. "They all learned,
didn't they? The penis teasing, the spankings, the jerking off,
the gobs of semen (ewyoo, yuck!)"
"Sometimes Linda was
rough with them. But they seemed to like it. At least they kept
coming back for more. We must have been doing something right. Ever
since grade school we always had dozens of boys at our beck and
call and everyone enjoyed it."
"Except some of the
other girls, who were jealous. Most of them didn't understand the
tremendous power that was theirs for the taking, if only they had
the courage to take charge of their boys and let them know who was
boss. So, without female domination, the boys controlled."
"For those females,
girl after girl experienced heartbreak. Their boyfriends had absolutely
no idea of how important consistent sensitivity and attentiveness
is to a girl. Without the proper female-sponsored training, they
came and went. Like cattle through the turnstiles."
"Even though some boys
cried at Linda's handling, they all kept coming back, until she
tired of them. It took me a little longer, but I came to understand
that the essence of boys was that they really needed to be controlled."
"Linda's the physical
one. Me, I can't stand to see semen spewing everywhere. It's disgusting.
It's so ... so ... male! I really can't watch a boy come. If I ruled
the world there would be no men. Everyone would be well-behaved
females."
She sighed and then
laughed, "But then, who would Linda play with?"
"Tom, I've been able
to tease and charm even the strongest man into submission. Any man.
Any man I wanted. You're no different in that regard, but you are
special to me."
"Because you are so
special, I will treat you special."
She took me over to
the bed and helped me lay down on my back. She straddled my face,
the crotch of her pretty panties all wet and with her wonderful
female smell resting lightly over my mouth and nose. I could feel
her move on top of me. She threw something over her shoulder. It
landed on my cock. It was her bra. The image of her nearly naked
body on top of mine was compelling.
"Kiss Mistress, darling.
And Mistress wants you to play with yourself through your silky
panties." Maybe she thought to herself that the panties would contain
most of the sperm. "You've been a good girl for Mistress and it's
time for your reward."
I could not believe
what I was hearing. She was going to let me do something that she
didn't particularly like simply because I was "special?"
I was enveloped in her
soft wetness. It was so comforting. And Mistress was going to allow
me to pet my wilted cock through my panties? I thought, "I can't
get my hand around it unless I put my hand inside my panties but,
let's see, well if I move my cock up to its erection position...
Yes. Squeezing the sides, stroking the underside feels sooo good.
It feels good to be wearing the nylon panties too. And rubbing my
nylons together, that's such a nice feeling. Mistress approves.
She knows my need and she's letting me do it!"
I lapped Mistress Kimberly's
pussy through her soaking panties and continued to play with myself.
Kim got off me momentarily and then mounted my face again without
her panties. My tongue found her sweet nubbin and flicked at it
incessantly. I began to suckle softly on it like a baby and she
was teasing her own nipples and our breathing became sooo strained
as her soft thighs tightened around my ears. Her back arched. I
stiffened. She screamed. I let out a heavily muffled shout and felt
a large gush of wet, warm, luscious delight in my pretty panties...
"You are such a wonderful
woman," I said in a muffled voice.
She looked behind herself.
I could feel her shudder with revulsion. Yet she was willing to
look.
She rolled off my face
and snuggled up next to me. She fed me a nipple and I suckled on
it contentedly as I drifted off... feeling so happy... feeling so
secure ... feeling so tired...
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