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Chapter
13
"Darling," Kim said,
"Do you know when Mrs. Greer's period is?"
I thought to myself,
"What kind of question is that? In fact, what right does she..."
I didn't know. "No, Mistress, not exactly."
"Sweetness, one thing
every slave must know -- this is not just panty-slaves, but all
slaves -- is when Mistress has her period. Otherwise, how will a
slave know to properly care for her Mistress?"
She was standing there
in her little girl clothes, this innocent aura about her but at
the same time asking me, dressed in my feminine frillies, the damndest
(if rhetorical) question.
"I... I don't understand..."
"Do you have a calendar
in your den?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tina, dear, what I
want you to do when Mrs. Greer gets back is ask her about her period.
You must mark her cycle on your calendar so you don't forget. And
you will ask her how she feels at each point in the cycle and you
will write that down. And you will study your notes every day until
they are second nature to you. Do you have any question about this,
sweetness?"
"No, Mistress."
"Why, that's just wonderful!"
she said, in her delightful little-girl voice. And through its nylon
casing she began to pet my rather limp but happy penis.
"Do you understand why
you are going to do this?"
"I think so, Mistress.
If I know her cycle and work on anticipating how she feels at different
times -- and if I'm not sure I would ask her -- then I would be
able to care for her better. And that would help make me a better
husband."
"Better panty-slave,
sweetness."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Another thing. Bring
me that men's magazine on the bedside table."
"Yes, Mistress." As
I minced over to the table, Mistress returned to my armchair and
sat down. I brought the magazine to her. I felt uneasy standing
in front of her as she began to flip through it and I moved to the
side of the chair and knelt next to her, so I could see what she
was looking at.
She opened the foldout
in the middle. "Pet-of-the-month," she mused. "Darling, you wouldn't
call Mistress a pet, would you?"
"No, Mistress."
"And do you know why?"
"I'm not sure what you..."
"Because, sweetness,
pets are to be toyed with. That makes you the pet." She giggled
and kissed me on the cheek. "A Mistress is to be worshiped. Repeat
that, sweetness."
"A pet is to be toyed
with, a Mistress is to be worshiped."
"Very good. Now, why
do you look at this picture?"
"Mistress, it's Penthouse
that chose her, there are lots of interesting articles...
"Cut the crap, dear.
Oh my, that wasn't very ladylike, was it? I must be spending too
much time with Linda." She smiled. "What is it that attracts you
about this picture?"
"I, ah... well, she
is a very attractive woman, and the riding outfit hanging on the
wall there looks very smart. And the handle of the riding crop she
is holding has some very intricate weaving..."
Mistress looked at me
impatiently.
"OK, her gorgeous breasts,
the swell of her hips and just below her pubic hair, that is, if
she moved a little so the photographer had another angle, I could
imagine..." I stopped. Mistress had slammed the magazine shut and
tossed it over her shoulder.
"Tina, dear, a 'tits
and ass' focus is simply an immature male attitude that no longer
fits your position. It will have to change. In fact, as your feminine
appreciation course continues, it will change. And Mistress
will help you with that.
"Anyway, do you realize
that a properly submissive panty-slave, attentive to all
her Mistress' needs, all of the time, will have all the tits and
ass she will ever need without leaving her house and without buying
any of these tasteless magazines?"
I was dumbfounded. Again,
Mistress kissed me on the cheek. "Get my handbag, sweetness."
I moved over to the
other side of the chair, picked up her handbag and gave it to her.
She pulled out a catalog and a magazine. The catalog said Victoria's
Secret on it. "Have a look at this," Mistress said.
I flipped through the
catalog which showed page after page of beautiful women.
"Do you notice anything,
dear?"
I had no idea what she
meant.
"They all have their
clothes on!" she said, delightedly. "Let me show you something else."
She took the catalog and leafed through it until she came to a page,
then she folded the catalog and gave it back to me. "Look at this
picture, study it carefully and tell me what you see."
The picture was of a
brunette, maybe late 30's -- about my age -- wearing, I read, a
cashmere-soft cotton knit oversized tunic and a comfortable looking,
loose fitting pair of cotton pants. She was sitting on a marble
step and looking at me. I could see her eyes were made up, certainly
her lipstick was perfectly applied. Her lips were relaxed, perhaps
the hint of a smile but nothing more. Her facial features, (bone
structure, I guess) appeared to be average, pleasant. Her short,
straight brown hair came down to just below her ears, and those
eyes, those eyes were looking right at me. Somehow I sensed power,
just from the picture.
"Mistress, there is
something alluring about her, but I can't tell what it is."
"Dear, tell me about
her figure."
Well, I couldn't. "Mistress,
her clothes are too loose to see what her figure would be like."
"But you think she is
attractive?"
"Oh yes, very."
"And if I told you that
she was a friend of Mistress and that she expected you to serve
her as you serve me, can you see yourself being properly submissive
and attentive to all her needs?"
"Yes, Mistress. I think
so... Who is she?"
"I have no idea. She's
a model for Victoria's Secret." She giggled and again kissed me
on the cheek. "Dear, the point I am making is that you do not need
to see a woman without her clothes on to be interested in her, or
even to be excited by her. The self-confidence, the assertiveness
that this woman projects in the picture would cause most people
to agree she could probably have any man she wanted. Don't you think?"
"Yes, Mistress. She
definitely has my attention."
"Look at something else,"
Mistress said. She raised the other publication from her lap and
I could see it was a copy of the March issue of Vogue and I recognized
the picture of the model on the cover; it was Claudia Schiffer.
"Look at the table of contents."
There was a teaser with
a picture of a woman wearing a dress. The copy said: 'Softness and
light' and showed the model embracing 'the new femininity in an
ankle-grazing chiffon dress by Ralph Lauren. Page 339.' "What do
you think of the dress, dear?"
I had to admit it looked
lovely. Then Mistress made me leaf through all the pages (which
was no small job because there were more than 450 of them) and I
found pictures of dozens of attractive models, in attractive clothes
or makeup or lingerie, and on page 402 I found an interesting article
titled 'What's cooking in cyberspace?' I began to realize there
was some good material in this magazine.
"Sweetness, how much
does a copy of Penthouse cost?"
"Umm... $6.95 I think."
"And what about this
Vogue?"
I looked on the front
cover. "$3.00."
"And what about the
Victoria's Secret catalog, how much do you think that cost?"
"Nothing?"
"You are so clever,
darling! Now, which is the better value, men's magazines or women's
magazines? And sweetness, think very, very carefully before you
answer this question or Mistress will have to think up a perfectly
portentous panty-slave punishment for you."
I wasn't sure what 'portentous'
meant, but I wasn't about to find out. "Women's magazines, Mistress?"
"Very good, dear! And,
besides being a better value, you can begin to learn about makeup
tips, trends in dress styles and you will begin to be able to share
an interest in and talk about fashion with Mistress. Isn't that
wonderful?"
I had never thought
of it that way. "Yes, Mistress."
"And, sweetness?"
"Yes, Mistress?"
"I want you to do some
research for Mistress. Find a copy of the June, 1994 Cosmopolitan
magazine and read 'Men Who Want Women to Dominate Them.' It should
be required reading for all men like you. It will tell you how some
men want to be ravished, and how some women want to be in control.
It will help you understand a new dimension in female-male relationships.
I want a full report."
"But... but that would
be nine months old. How... how would I find a copy?"
"Sweetness, I know you'll
find a way. Do you know why?"
"Why, Mistress?"
"Because Mistress does
not tolerate failure!" Giggle. " She knows her panty-slave will
do everything she is told. You have 48 hours, sweetness."
I looked at her adoringly.
I didn't know how I would find the magazine but I knew I would somehow.
If Mistress wanted me to do this research project, she must have
a good reason for it. She did know what was best for me. Didn't
she?
Mistress looked very
pleased with me; she stood up and took my hand to help me as I got
to my feet also. She fondled my pretty panties, back, sides and
front. She continued fondling the front; in no time my cock once
again filled my panties.
"Sweetness," she said,
"do you keep a collection of your men's magazines?"
"They're hidden in the
garage, Mistress. Would you like to see them?" She lay her head
against my shoulder, put one hand behind me and fondled my silky
buns. And with her other hand she kept petting me.
"No, darling. You must
throw all of them out."
I gritted my teeth.
I didn't know whether to feel angry or crestfallen. But I had no
doubts for long; the considerably more powerful emotion I felt was
directly related to the attention Mistress was giving me.
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.
And she continued to pet me and tell me what a good panty-slave
I was and I continued to get more excited and I knew I would do
anything for her, even throw out my magazines.
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