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Chapter
15
I came out of the bathroom
all freshly shaved and cleaned up and feeling pretty good. Mistress
and Kathleen were sitting together on the bench at my wife's vanity
table. Kathleen was removing her lipstick which somehow appeared
to have got smudged. It looked like Mistress had just finished applying
fresh lipstick to her lips, but she often did that.
"... from the marketing
perspective, at any rate. Hello, sweetness. Are we feeling all silky
and comfy in our pretty panties?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Kathleen, look at the
ruffles on the edges of Tina's soft nylon panties. They look so
feminine, don't you think?"
Kathleen agreed with
her. She thought I was 'just so precious' and observed that perhaps
I should be kept in nylon tennis panties, the ones with rows and
rows of pretty ruffles.
Mistress said she would
add them to my shopping list and then, "Come here, sweetness. I
can see that you're a little plump, but you know that Mistress likes
to see you all hard for her. And particularly now that we have company."
She began to pet me once again. I began to try to help her. "No,
darling. Mistress has told you before. You must not touch yourself
without Mistress' permission."
I was standing right
behind the bench in my bra, panties, garter belt, nylons and heels.
Mistress and Kathleen had both been seated facing the mirrors but
now, as they looked at me, they were turned towards each other with
Mistress petting me and Kathleen with an amused look on her face.
Kathleen had her jacket off.
As Mistress continued
her pets I noticed she kept moving slowly back and forth so that
her breasts kept grazing Kathleen's breasts. Mistress' breasts jutted
out from her short and sweet little-girl dress and Kathleen's breasts
were encased in a very seductive-looking bra beneath her semi-transparent
silk-like blouse. Kathleen seemed to be enjoying something but I
couldn't tell what it was. Also, I thought perhaps Mistress had
an itch somewhere on her chest but, if so, I didn't understand why
she didn't scratch it.
"You see, Kathleen,"
Mistress said, "the corporate competition has been wasting its time
by fighting over market share. Because they don't understand that
the market really is much bigger. And when the sales strategies
are in place for ECC to attack the male market effectively, to start
with there will be no-one else out there. Before the competition
knows what hit them we'll dominate the market. Now there's a word
for you. Dominate. I like the sound of that. Dominate."
"So do I," Kathleen
said. "In fact, I think I'll ask corporate marketing to work up
up a campaign on a new line for women of cosmetics and fragrances.
We'll call it Dominant." It looked like she had an itch also. Both
of them were sort of gyrating and they must not have known what
they were doing because their breasts kept touching.
Mistress must have sensed
that I was about to lose control because she stopped petting me.
I groaned in agony; she was doing it again!
"Sit down on the bench,
darling and we'll take care of your real needs," Mistress said softly.
Well, I knew what my
real needs were and, happily, I complied as Mistress and Kathleen
got up. I was now seated facing the mirrors and could see how I
was dressed and I waited for Mistress to continue with my pets.
She and Kathleen, however, continued discussing business.
"The thing is," said
Kathleen, "the baseline female market is worth billions and we can't
ignore our primary source of income. I still have a concern that
some women may be turned off by our expanded focus. The men, that
is. We absolutely can't afford to lose the women."
"I understand the significance,"
said Mistress. "Linda and I were talking about it last night. The
key is to make it obvious to the women that, with E-von, every woman's
life will be so much better than it has ever been before. Linda
said she was working on an idea and would flesh it out with our
'lab rat' here later today."
The two beautiful women
were close, on either side of me, but my needs were being ignored.
I couldn't stand it any more and I began to play with myself.
"Kathleen, dear, would
you lend me your scarf?" said Mistress.
Kathleen took the wisp
of chiffon from around her neck and gave it to Mistress. "TAKE YOUR
HANDS AWAY!" Mistress commanded sharply.
I had heard that tone
of voice before, but I still I was startled. My hands snapped to
my sides and it was like I was sitting to attention. Mistress grabbed
my wrists and tied them behind me with the scarf. Then she continued
fussing but I couldn't see exactly what she was doing.
"There, isn't that fluffy
bow simply delightful and feminine?" she laughed.
"It looks very pretty,"
Kathleen said. "And so does precious. And so do you." And then my
mouth dropped open; I was astonished. Kathleen stepped forward and
took Mistress in her arms and kissed her! I could see it in the
mirror.
At least I hoped Mistress
would have the good sense not to continue whatever it was that this
older female was trying to get going. Obviously, it was not appropriate.
Just because I wanted to to it myself, Mistress looking so young
and innocent and all, was no reason for Kathleen... After all, she
was a woman too...
"Oh look, Kimmie, our
little pet is embarrassed."
"Sweetness, did Mistress
forget about your attention?" And she came around the bench, positioned
one of her legs between mine to get very close and resumed petting
my hardness. Then she stepped back and leaned over and kissed my
penis through its nylon covering.
I looked down. There
was a red imprint of Mistress' lips over the soft white nylon right
where the head of my cock was struggling to burst through my panties.
I looked up. Mistress
and Kathleen both laughed. I felt humiliated, and trapped between
these two gorgeous females who, I thought, had probably planned
all of this out. But nobody had told me what the plan actually was.
"Darling, a proper lady
does not sit with her legs apart, does she?"
"No, Mistress." I brought
my legs together, but then I began to rub my stockings together
very slightly to enjoy the feminine feeling of nylon rubbing against
nylon and hoping Mistress would not notice and put a stop to it.
"You see, Kathleen,
Tina loves her feminine unmentionables and she will buy lots of
product from E-von. Why don't we show her some of them?"
Kathleen smiled at Mistress
and left the room. Mistress and I were alone. She sat down next
to me and and ran her fingers through my hair, gave me a light kiss
on my cheek and smiled. Then she began to pet me a little more.
"Awww, poor baby," she whispered in my ear. I loved the attention.
Mistress was so good to me and I felt ashamed that she had been
cross with me only a few minutes earlier.
Kathleen came back into
the room with her two sample cases and Mistress gave me another
light kiss on the cheek. "Don't go anywhere," she giggled. And she
got up to join Kathleen at my bed as one of the sample cases was
being opened. I couldn't see what they were looking at.
"Kimmie, what do you
think of this?" Kathleen said. And Mistress whispered something
in her ear. Then they were whispering to each other and I couldn't
hear any of it, but every so often one of them laughed.
They returned to the
vanity table with their arms full of small boxes and bottles, each
labeled with the ECC logo and with E-von Cosmetics Corporation printed
at the base.
"I think I'd like to
dry-run the approach on prospective new clients next week," said
Kathleen. I know just the two distributors I want with us on this.
If Linda's going to help, I wonder if all five of us could 'drop
everything' and make a day of it tomorrow, go through a full dress
rehearsal and iron out any kinks."
"What kinks?" I said.
"What are you talking about?"
"Shush, sweetness."
Then, "I don't see why not. Why don't I go have a word with Linda?
I don't know what her plans are for tomorrow."
Mistress was going to
leave me? In my state? "Please, Mistress," I begged. "I need you
so much, I need... you promised to take care of my real need."
"Of course, darling.
You shall be taken care of. Kathleen will take care of you, won't
you Kathleen?"
And with that, Mistress
gave me another kiss on the cheek and left. I was alone with this
strange woman I had not even known two hours earlier, hands tied
behind my back and really concerned that this time I had done it.
I wondered what I had got myself into. I felt confusion, but more
than that I felt fear.
Kathleen looked at me
and said, "Precious, that is a most unladylike bulge in your panties.
It is the mission of the E-von Cosmetics Corporation to make every
woman feel and look her best. I can see that a good deal more work
needs to be done in your case."
I did not know what
to say. But I guess I didn't have to say anything. Part of what
happened seemed like a replay of my first day with Mistress Kimberly.
At least the part where Kathleen took off her skirt, half-slip and
blouse and then sat down beside me.
"You do want to look
and feel like a beautiful woman, don't you pet?"
"Yes, Kathleen." I was
pretty sure any other answer would be the wrong answer.
"And so you shall be.
You are so precious." She slowly squeezed my cock harder and harder.
The temporary relief felt so wonderful. Then she stood up and rummaged
through the many containers of cosmetics and whatever it was, lazily
swaying her ass, dressed in the sheerest of nylon with delicate
lace at the leg openings, mere inches from my nose.
I have always had an
acute sense of smell. Although I couldn't see where her panties
disappeared between those inviting legs, because she was not directly
in front of me but rather slightly to the side, the woman was wet.
I could smell it. And although I had no idea what would happen next,
I didn't care. My arousal grew.
She turned around with
a tube of lipstick in her hand. From the time I had come out of
the bathroom she hadn't been wearing any. Well, there were traces
of lipstick on her all right, but they belonged to Mistress.
Kathleen leaned against
the vanity table (now I could see that she was wet), smiled
at me and said, "Pet, you have a lot to learn. You will be taught,
of course, and we won't get it all done at once. But I think we
will get a good start on it today."
Whether it was how she
said it, or the movement of her body, I don't know. But all at once
I felt completely safe. It didn't matter that I hardly knew the
woman. As it had been with Mistress, I knew I would do anything
for this woman.
In later years I would
remember the moment fondly because that was when I began to realize
for the first time that what I was finding intensely, irresistibly
pleasurable had nothing to do with any stimulation of my penis.
And maybe, just maybe, it was not even related to the anticipated
future stimulation of my penis.
It was this wave of
pure adoration for Kathleen that was washing over me. It was the
same feeling that I experienced almost all the time with Mistress
and, in a different way, with Linda. But I had taken it for granted
almost with Mistress; that was just the way it was between us.
And this time, there
it was, that feeling again. And Kathleen had not allowed me to service
her nor had she given any indication that she would bring me to
orgasm. So I was aroused and frustrated. But because of this wave,
paradoxically, it hardly mattered.
It is so hard to explain.
I guess the best clinical description is that I was in a trance,
some self-induced hypnotic state. I am no medical or psychiatric
professional, but that's how it felt to me. I was aware of what
was going on, but at the same time I was in this dream, this world
of total submission to the woman before me. She had turned to the
mirror and was painting her lips with the new tube of lipstick.
She was applying it thickly and carefully.
I recalled words I had
read in a letter to Penthouse where the writer had referred to sub
space. At the time I thought the reference was to the Ionosphere
or the Stratosphere because I noticed there was an article about
NASA on the facing page and figured the editors had mixed the text
up, which was why the letter didn't make any sense at all. Besides,
when I read it I knew those letters were all made up anyway.
But now I thought I
was in it. Sub space had taken on a completely new meaning.
Finally I knew, or had
begun to understand at least, what sub space was. Finally I could
put a label on it and understand some of what was behind my overpowering
feeling of immersion, of one-ness with the bodies and minds of the
wonderful women who had come into my life over those few days. Not
the transitory feeling of one-ness that I felt almost always with
my wife as I approached and experienced orgasm. This immersion went
on. And on. And on. And it was there, absolutely, without my orgasm
driving it.
And these women had
shown it to me. Me, the manly, 'father-knows-best' type for all
of my life. All that time I had no idea that, when one came down
to it, the facts were that 'mother knows best.'
Kathleen finished applying
her lipstick and she turned to kiss me. I was filled with joy. She
kissed me lightly on my lips; the thick lipstick smeared a little
and I knew my lips were very red.
Then she showed me to
myself in the mirror. My lips showed a distinct blush, but no red
outline. Then she brought the tube to my mouth and chills went through
my body. While I watched in the mirror she carefully outlined my
lips and then painted.
I was in sub space,
there was no question in my mind. I don't remember everything she
did except that after talking to me in her sexy voice for a time,
she removed my excess lipstick and worked with foundation and coloring
to reduce the prominence of my chin and to highlight my cheekbones.
She made up my eyes
and repainted my lips and dabbed a touch of perfume behind each
of my ears and on my wrists and behind my knees and on my panties
where my hard-on was straining to get out right where Mistress had
kissed the soft, feminine nylon. "You are so precious," she said.
I don't know if she
worked with me for an hour, for two hours. But eventually the session
was over, and I came back slightly to some level of reality as Mistress
walked in the door.
"Kathleen, you have
simply outdone yourself," said Mistress. "Sweetness, you look so
good I could eat you!"
"Anytime," the male
in me thought. But I did feel good, far more than good. I was so
grateful to all of the women for showing me the real me, who I was,
the me I needed to be in order to be totally happy.
Sweetness, I have started
to prepare lunch for us. It will be served on the patio. You will
finish the meal preparation and you will serve, sweetness."
Now that brought
me down to earth real fast. Outside, dressed as I was? Mistress
was pushing me to the edge again. She was so innocent and sweet
and matter-of-fact about it though.
I looked in the mirror.
I didn't even have a wig! "Mistress, please... may I please put
on my bathrobe?"
"Why, of course, darling.
A woman must always consider her modesty and since we haven't found
just the right dress for you yet, that would be entirely appropriate."
She untied my hands.
I put on my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. As I left, I heard
her say, "Kathleen, would you unbutton my dress for me," said Mistress
as I was leaving. "It seems so hot in here."
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