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Chapter
14
The doorbell rang. Mistress
stopped. To say I was flabbergasted, frustrated and disoriented
would be an understatement. At the same time, I was frightened.
Margo was out of town. Nobody was due to stop by. Maybe Linda would
see who it was.
The doorbell rang again.
"Mistress, please get
the door," I said as I fumbled with the catch on my bra. I couldn't
let anyone see me like this.
"No, darling, a panty-slave
does not tell her Mistress to do anything. It's probably Kathleen.
I told you company was coming, didn't I? She will help with your
feminine appreciation training. And she needs to see you dressed
just as you are. Put your bra back on." She smiled.
I didn't know anyone
by the name of Kathleen.
"Please Mistress, I
can't go to the door dressed like this. I don't even know the person!"
My lower lip quivered; I was genuinely frightened. I felt close
to tears.
Mistress understood.
"Sweetness, why don't you put on your bathrobe? That will make you
feel better, don't you think?"
I held onto that thought
for all I was worth. I had to cover myself somehow. That the whole
situation was patently ridiculous did not occur to me. I minced
to the closet, took out my bathrobe and put it on. As Mistress tied
my sash for me, she created a large bow. I hardly noticed.
"Come, sweetness, let's
answer the door." And she held my arm as we left my room, down the
hall, through the living room and the foyer to the front door.
"Go ahead, sweetness.
There's nothing to be frightened of. Mistress is right here with
you." She stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. That made
me feel better.
"Now or never," I thought.
And it would have been never except that Mistress was right next
to me and I knew she would never forgive me if I did not trust her
when she had told me there was nothing to be frightened of.
So, I opened the door.
Kathleen was a very
tall woman, about 6' 1" I guessed, with light brown hair. The gaze
out of her steel-grey eyes, the way she held her head, the slight
jaunty pout of her lip, her erect posture, and every other bit of
her body clearly emphasized a confident and assertive look.
She wore a grey business
suit, white blouse, nylons covering a pair of good-looking legs,
and pumps, maybe a 2" heel. A white chiffon scarf around her neck
completed what I could see. What appeared to be sample cases were
on either side of her, each one about the size of a small suitcase.
She smiled pleasantly.
"You must be Mr. Greer."
"Good morning, glad
to meet you," I said with some uncertainty as I held out my hand.
She shook it with a firm grasp. Then she picked up her cases and
walked into my house.
She put down the cases.
"Kimmie, you look so lovely today! Where did you get that
pretty dress?" The two women gave each other a hug. It was clear
to me they were more than casually acquainted with each other.
Mistress turned to me
and said, "Darling, let me formally introduce you. Kathleen is regional
sales manager for the E-von Cosmetics Corporation, you know, 'the
E-von Lady?' It's a requirement for my college marketing courses
that I work part-time with someone already in business. Kathleen
has been sharing how ECC really works from the marketing angle,
and I've come up with this marvelous idea that I know you can help
us with. Isn't that wonderful?"
I had no idea what Mistress
was talking about. But there was something about this female's apparent
professionalism that captured my attention. I felt some level of
higher awareness. I liked her instantly.
"I really am glad to
meet you, Kathleen. Would you care for a cup of coffee?"
"I like your heels,"
she said, matter-of-factly. "Kimmie, he's just precious -- he's
everything you said." She and Mistress both laughed.
I blushed. It dawned
on me that, once again, Mistress had set me up. Thinking back, was
there any time since I'd met her that she hadn't delighted in pushing
me to my limits? So this is how it was going to be. Kathleen already
knew who I was and she had no intention of beating around the bush.
"Darling, why don't
you take off your robe? You're not wearing anything that Kathleen
hasn't seen before," she giggled.
I hesitated.
"Sweetness, you wouldn't
want Mistress to punish you in front of our new guest, now would
you?"
Whatever it was that
she had in mind, I knew I didn't want it. "No, Mistress." I removed
my terrycloth robe. Kathleen looked me up and down with a practiced
eye. She walked around me, grazing her hand across my nylon-covered
ass, which I did not think was by accident. "He is such a pet."
She stopped in front of me and seemed to be taking a critical look
at my head. "Turn your face to the side, precious."
I turned.
Kathleen looked at my
face critically. She commented on my deep-set eyes and other facial
features. As she brushed her fingers over my face, I became excited.
She carefully explained to Mistress how a touch here and a touch
there of just the right kind of makeup would soften my masculine
features and highlight the feminine. At the time, she might as well
been speaking in Swahili. I didn't understand a word she said. I
had so much to learn!
"And I think it would
help if he shaved again, she said.
"You heard Kathleen,
sweetness. Go shave."
"But Mistress, I already
shaved this morning."
Mistress put her foot
down. Literally. The heel of her left Mary Jane was on my right
big toe, exposed as it was through the straps of my sandals. I didn't
think Mistress would actually jump on my toe but I wasn't positive
about that.
"I know, darling. But
you'd like to shave again, wouldn't you?" she chirped.
"Yes, Mistress." She
was just as sweet and provocative as any combination of innocent
little girl and predatory female could possibly be. That she was
both of these at the same time made no sense. But she was.
With the attention Mistress
was giving me on top of the "inspection" I had received from Kathleen,
once again my cock was hard.
Mistress noticed this
and began to fondle my erection through my panties. "Process control,"
Mistress said to Kathleen. "Process control will be key to maximizing
incremental sales."
Mistress made no sense.
Kathleen, however, appeared to be very interested in Mistress' process
control activities with my penis. And, to get an even closer look,
she knelt down beside Mistress, put her arm around Mistress' waist
(to steady herself, I guess) and looked closely at my throbbing
rod and the process control Mistress was using with me. I flushed
with embarrassment and pleasure.
It appeared to me that
Kathleen and Mistress were both looking a little flushed themselves.
"They must both be excited because I am almost at the edge, because
I'm... I'm..."
My pretty panties, already
stained with pre-come, rapidly filled with my ejaculate.
Mistress' touch became
lighter and slower. She looked as if she might be thinking 'ewyoo
yuck', but she said nothing and instead gave me a kiss on the forehead
and guided my head to rest on her shoulder.
"Mistress, you are so
good to me," said I.
"That's my Tina," said
Mistress.
"That's very interesting,"
said Kathleen.
Kathleen, still on her
knees, ran her fingers over the spreading stain in my panties, and
she tasted it. Then, it was if she owned me! Boldly she reached
into my panties and scooped through my come with her fingers. Then
she stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them like a popsicle!
"Not bad at all, Kimmie."
Mistress said nothing
but with her free hand she began to stroke Kathleen's hair. "Sweetness,
time to change your panties and clean up. That includes shaving."
"Yes, Mistress." I minced
off to my bedroom leaving the two women in the living room, Mistress
still standing and Kathleen still kneeling, her mouth at, oh about
the level of the hemline of Mistress' short pretty dress, and her
arm still around Mistress' waist so she wouldn't lose her balance.
I picked another pair
of white nylon briefs from my wife's drawer and resolved to do the
wash sometime soon. With the clothing Margo had taken when she had
gone to see her sister, her supply of fresh panties was becoming
rapidly depleted. I headed for the bathroom.
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