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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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