Chapter
10
I stood there trembling
and shaking. In my high heels it was just so hard to keep my balance.
"Don't fuss, Tina dear.
Everything's going to be all right," Mistress said. She got up and
kissed me softly on the cheek. I wanted her to put her arms around
me but I knew that she wouldn't because her nails weren't dry.
Ms. Worthington appeared
at the door. As I had been trained, I raised the edges of my baby
doll and executed a perfect curtsy for my Mistress' sister.
"Kimmie, what? You're
interrupting my schedule, I gotta get back to work."
Mistress pouted. Then,
"Linda, you asked me to train Tina to paint, and I did it! Isn't
that wonderful? Look, I really have to get off to my marketing class.
The one on guerrilla tactics, you know? Prof. Lucas is such a bother
when I'm late. But, guess what? I've figured out how I'm going to
get him to change my 'C' to an 'A'! See you later. Bye-bye, sweetness.
Kiss-kiss." And she blew me one as she carefully picked up her small
suitcase and left. As she walked out, I stared at the wonderfully
natural wiggle of her hips.
"That's cute!" Linda
smirked as she made me get undressed.
The "that" she was refering
to, of course, was the green ribbons that tressed up my balls.
"That's a new one,"
she went on, "I've never seen Kim do that before. Nice touch. I
hope she didn't cut off too much circulation. I have plans for that
thing."
"Please. Mistress ..."
Linda glared at me.
I corrected myself,
"Please Ms. Worthington."
"That's better, boy.
Please what!"
"Please don't."
"PLEASE DON'T WHAT?"
she said with great impatience.
"Please don't make me
come. I haven't been able to come more than three times in one day
since I was a teenager."
Linda was astounded,
"Three times? ... You mean Kim? ... You mean my sister Kim?"
She broke out laughing. "Well that is a new one."
"Kimmie doesn't like
come. Never has. She thinks it's too messy. I was the one playing
in mud puddles as a little girl. Kimmie had her Barbie dolls and
tea parties."
"Kimmie hasn't made
a boy come since she was 13. I used to be able to talk her into
it, but she really got turned off after one of her friends got raped.
Her friend told her how the rapist came all over her. Ever since
then she's been anti-male, but anti-violent too. I think she thinks
I'm too mean at times."
"Get those ribbons off
your stupid cock right now. I'll decide if and when you'll come
next. You realize you don't have a choice in the matter. If I stimulate
your cock enough, you'll come whether you want to or not. You might
get to the point where nothing is coming out anymore, but you'll
still twitch with the sexual equivalent of dry heaves. Your prick
is too dumb to know your balls have run out of semen."
I undid the ribbons
carefully. I felt relief in getting the pressure off my cock, but
I felt sadness as well as I cast aside this gift from my Mistress.
My cock throbbed with my pulse as tiny rivulettes of precome leaked
out with the rhythm.
I followed Linda out
of the bedroom, down the hall. She pointed to the scaffold in the
middle of the room. "Surf's up! Time to get on your board." She
laid me on my back on my favorite torture platform for our afternoon
session.
"I'm not like Kimmie,
I just love to watch boys come, and although I don't consider myself
violent, I don't mind a little action. I don't have the patience
she has. Besides I have a job to do here, and you're no help. Now
that Kim is gone, I don't feel I can trust you." She said as she
finished tieing me off.
Linda went back to work
where I could see her. The pink shorts burned into my eyes. The
movement of her ass was hypnotic. I felt like the hapless prey,
frozen in the glare of the cobra the instant before it strikes.
Her movements were torture
to me. Yet I couldn't look away. My cock, relieved three times already
today, was pounding of its own accord protesting for release. Why
did I do these things to myself? I could have closed my eyes.
Even though I could
close my eyes, I couldn't close my mind. In my memory was her sneakers
filled with my come. I could see her wearing them now. Even though
I couldn't see it, I knew she was walking in my semen. I wondered
how it felt for her. She seemed to be absolutely beaming when she
first put the shoes on. She kept wiggling her toes all through lunch.
Kimmie had made a face
when she found out what her sister had done, but between Linda and
I there was an unspoken understanding that my seed belonged at her
feet.
Linda spent her time
moving swiftly from project to project with the speed and skill
of a professional painter. I was definitely getting my money's worth
on that account.
Linda broke late in
the afternoon and disappeared into the bathroom for several minutes.
When she returned, she was naked from the waist down.
"Did you know you were
out of toilet paper?" She asked, "You must have used it all up cleaning
off your cock after you jerked off for me the other day. You should
have replaced it."
I wanted to tell her
that the spare roll was in the drawer next to the sink but what
was the use.
"Not replacing the toilet
paper was a bad thing, Tommy," she said, lecturing me like an errant
9-year old. "Apparently you depend upon your wife to perform maid
service for you."
"Well, I'm not your
maid, and neither is she. That's something you'll have to get used
to. Running out of toilet paper is an incredibly stupid male thing
to do. Can't you get anything right? Maybe you don't need toilet
paper all the time, but women do. It just shows you how inconsiderate
you boys are. This is worse than leaving the seat up."
"Since you made the
mistake, you're going to have to fix it. We'll just have to make
do." She said, swinging her leg over my face again.
This time she was facing
my feet and as she lowered her lovely tush towards my face, I could
see that she wasn't bluffing. I could soon smell it too, as she
wiggled herself into position.
Surprisingly, I recognized
the sight and smell. Margo sometimes put me on a diet with a lot
of fruit, vegetables, and fiber. My bowel movements were frequent,
large, and soft. I called the condition, "the vegetarian shits."
The darkness of her
ample rear end descended upon me. Her ass cheeks felt cool and soft
against my face cheeks. I didn't react immediately until she gave
my penis a sharp whack with the paint stirrer and commanded. "TONGUE!"
"How many times am I
going to have to tell you that?" she complained. "Are you some kind
of retard?"
I stuck my tongue out
and tasted the sour confection left behind from her recent defecation.
I licked along the sides of the crack, and up and down the center,
flicking the anus with the tip of my tongue.
She was in no mood to
tolerate this for long. She moaned and said, "Stop teasing me boy,
and put it in there."
Damn! This girl knew
exactly what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to ask for it. Somehow
she knew what I needed, and was giving it to me too. However, I
was under no delusion that she was doing this for my benefit. She
was out to have her fun, and was going to get it at my expense.
Yet, that seemed perfectly natural to me.
I probed harder at her
sphincter, and after a little resistance, managed to wedge my tongue
in. All the while, I was fully conscious of the smooth, silky, and
soft folds of her ass smothering my face. In spite of my predicament,
I was in heaven, and she knew it.
"Sweet Jesus, look at
the size of this hog!" she commented grabbing my penis. "Boy, you
must really be having a good time. You're so good at it too! It's
like you were born to do this. You must really like having your
tongue up a girl's ass! Mmmm, what an ass licker!"
That was an understatement.
I was bound and totally under the power of a female half my age.
I had my tongue attached to what could be considered by her to be
the lowliest part of her body. To me it was close to one of the
most sacred. The very least parts of her, even her offcasts and
waste products, were special gifts to me. She was spending her valuable
time to humiliate me, and I was honored!
I managed to grunt out
a, "unh-huh."
She squirmed some more
and pushed down harder with her tush. She wanted to help me get
my tongue as deep into her rectum as possible, but she knew she
had to let me breathe as well. She alternately raised and lowered
her body providing a slow, deep probing motion. My head was pinned
under her ass, and she had total control over the activity. I don't
know how long she had me buried under her sweet mountain of flesh.
I wanted it to last forever.
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