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Chapter
17
In my dream the doorbell
rang. As I woke up it was still ringing. Bleary-eyed I fumbled for
my alarm clock. It said 10:01. I bolted out of bed, wearing my soft
pink nylon waltz length nightie and matching briefs, and headed
for the front door in a panic.
Many events of that
mid-summer Saturday are crystal clear and others are hazy. I guess
my jumbled memory of some of the morning was due to my exhaustion
with the previous day's activities.
I was astonished to
find five women at the door. Quickly I hid behind it. I was embarrassed
to be seen by women I did not know. As she always did, Linda pushed
the door open and walked in like she owned my home, this time along
with Mistress, Kathleen and two females who I did not know but who
appeared to be a little older than Linda or Mistress. Perhaps they
were in their mid 20s.
Whether they giggled
at me or took me at face value without batting an eye, I can't recall.
But I do remember Mistress kissing me on the cheek and introducing
me to Akasha and Marin. And although I couldn't put my finger on
exactly why I thought so, I somehow I "knew" they took it for granted
that in male-female relationships they controlled. I grasped the
edges of my skirted gown and curtsied, of course.
They all laughed, but
by now I was used to that and also by now I felt a closeness to
them that seemed commonplace. I felt like 'one of the girls,' even
with the new arrivals who, I couldn't help notice, had *very* attractive
legs. They were both wearing cutoffs, as was Linda. Mistress and
Kathleen were wearing slacks and high heels, with very feminine
blouses that were semi-transparent and allowed my thoughts to wander.
It struck me that I
was the only one wearing a gown. There was a harem in the room,
all right, and it was me.
Mistress Kimmie explained
that the five of them had just come from a power breakfast and had
been fleshing out their new fast-track approach to increasing E-von
Cosmetics Corporation's sales by quantum leaps. Also she reminded
me that I had a role, a major contribution, to make.
She apologized to the
other women for my not being presentable and for not having tea
and such available for them and, as they sat down and began chatting
in my living room, Mistress took me to the bedroom and into my bathroom
for my shower and shave.
Mistress supervised
all of this. Not only did I find her attention acceptable, I welcomed
it. In fact, I needed it.
When I had finished
shaving, Mistress dusted me all over with scented powder from a
new box that said ECC on it. The scent was delightful. Then she
made me put on the prettiest pair of pink nylon panties. There was
a little extra leg with lots of pink lace ruffles all around.
"Sweetness, these are
called rumba panties by some, sissy panties by others. You will
wear them all the time from now on."
"Yes, Mistress." We
left the bathroom together.
Kathleen and Marin were
giggling by the vanity table and I suppose they had something planned.
Also, I figured Akasha must have gone off with Linda; neither of
them was anywhere to be seen.
Mistress sat me down
and Marin produced a locking collar for my neck, a pair of wrist
cuffs and what she said was a posture bar, intended to make me sit
up straight at all times. The outside of the collar and cuffs were
made of a polished, jewelry-grade stainless steel and lined on the
inside with soft, stitched garment leather.
With collar and cuffs
locked in place, Kathleen secured one end of the posture bar to
the back of my collar and pulled my hands behind me, attaching my
wrist cuffs to the other end of the bar.
It was immediately clear
to me there was no way I would be able to get out of this.
The women were giggling.
"Doesn't she look so pretty and so very, very helpless?" Marin chuckled,
and they all laughed.
"Not as pretty as she
is going to be," Mistress observed with her practiced eye. And then
she began to pet my hardness. She gave me just enough to bring my
structural beam pointing straight out from the confines of its silky
ruffled nylon covering, but then she stopped.
I gave a whimper to
express my need for her to continue, but all she did was kiss my
cock through its nylon casing and then she kissed me on my cheek.
"Poor baby," she said.
And she looked so concerned for my welfare as she gazed at me and
stroked my hair. "Sweetness, today is a very special day and you
will receive more than you ever dreamed. Be patient."
"Yes, Mistress."
Kathleen then took great
delight in applying a pretty shade of pink nailpolish to my toenails
while Marin released my left wrist and sat down next to me to apply
the pretty pink polish to my fingernails and then, having secured
that wrist and released the other, she sat down on my right side
to repeat the process with the rest of my nails.
Mistress looked on approvingly
and, periodically, would pet my hard-on. "Sweetness, you do know
that if you brush your nails against anything before they are dry,
they will smudge and you will be severely punished. You do understand
that, don't you darling?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"She is so precious,
but really, she talks too much," said Kathleen, knotting a silk
scarf, inserting the large knot in my mouth and tying the scarf
around my head.
Mistress and Marin helped
me stand up while Kathleen went over to the bed and returned with
the most beautiful pink crinoline petticoat, made of multilayered
chiffon and lots of sensual ruffles at the hem of each layer. In
her other hand she held a short, puffed sleeve pink satin maid's
dress with a flattering neckline trimmed with eyelet lace. And on
her arm lay a matching satin apron with long strings to allow, I
supposed, the perfect bow to be tied.
I could not stand it
any longer. Desperate for some relief, even if temporary, I turned
and pressed my hard-on against the vanity table.
"No, no, darling," Mistress
said. "Only Mistress decides if her poor baby's hard-on receives
attention. Kathleen knowingly handed Mistress a soft, black leather
blindfold which was secured about me, and then I could not see anything.
"There, there, sweetness,"
Mistress said. "Mistress knows that looking the pretty feminine
clothing and thinking about wearing it for all the ladies has been
getting her darling all excited. Now tell me what you can see, dear."
"Nothing, Mistress,"
I mumbled almost unintelligibly through my silk gag.
"Isn't that just wonderful!"
Mistress exclaimed. Her voice sounded like she was really pleased
with her handiwork.
Then hands were all
over me, sitting me down once again. A garter belt was affixed and
I could feel that it was made of nylon and lace. Then my legs were
encased in what felt like sheer nylon stockings. Some adjustments
here and there as Marin said, "We must be sure the seams are straight
for our little maid."
Then more hands about
my feet which obviously were being slipped into a pair of high heels.
Mistress' familiar touch was again coaxing my cock to full attention.
Many unseen hands helped
me up.
And then they left me,
or so I thought.
After a minute, Mistress'
voice, from the other side of the room, said, "Come to Mistress,
sweetness, and you shall have a reward."
I began to walk across
the room and nearly fell over with my first step. Even though I
could not see them, my heels were higher than I had ever experienced.
All the women laughed and it sounded like they were not together,
but at different places around the room.
With very small steps
I walked carefully toward the sound of Mistress' soothing, coaxing
voice. When I reached her she gave me the nicest pets and cradled
my head in her soft breasts. "Now, go see Kathleen, sweetness."
Kathleen began talking
to her precious, her pet, and somehow I navigated across the room
again, to receive my reward. And then to Marin, before the cycle
repeated itself. I was going to one beautiful woman after another,
unable to see a thing, not knowing for sure what would come next
but eagerly anticipating my reward. When I reached Mistress a third
time, however, I was totally surprised by a firm whack on my ass
with what felt like a wooden paddle.
"Mustn't take beautiful
women for granted, sweetness," said Mistress. But then she again
cradled my head in her breasts and I was so grateful for the attention
and caring she was giving to me.
With Mistress fondling
my cock and the other two women helping to guide me I was returned
to my seat at the vanity table.
"Now then, darling,"
Mistress said. If you are ready to control your immaturity, Mistress
will remove your gag, your blindfold and your restraints.
"Are you going to be
a good little girl, sweetness?"
I nodded. Mistress took
off my blindfold and my gag while Kathleen and Marin removed my
collar and cuffs.
Then Mistress petted
my cock as Kathleen and Marin applied makeup, eyeliner, mascara
and lipstick with expertise. In no time it was virtually impossible
to recognize the real me.
It was almost as if
I was poured into a pretty pink bra, the petticoat, maid's dress
and satin apron. And then Marin and Kathleen fitted a cute blonde
pageboy wig to my head and helped me to stand up.
I looked at this pretty
person in the mirror, who was not me. I did not know what to do,
so I curtsied to her. Then I turned and curtsied to the three beautiful
Mistresses who had made me what I was. And each of them murmured
words of approval, giving cries of delight and each of them kissed
me on my cheek.
"Time for you to serve
all of us, pet," said Kathleen. And the four of us left the bedroom
together, all dressed in our feminine finery.
-=o=-
Service to five Mistresses
began conventionally enough.
I call these women Mistresses
because that term seems to be best to describe them.
They were, each of them,
assertive women. But more than that, they were dominant females.
Each of them took it for granted that the male of the species would
serve their every need and desire. And for the slightest infraction,
even for the slightest perceived infraction, or even for no infraction
at all, there were these toys on display with, what appeared to
me to be, obvious uses. Punishment.
Kathleen explained to
Mistress and Ms. Worthington that the toys were prototypes of the
new expanded line of ECC product, and she reviewed several of them
displayed on the table. She presented several paddles, a wide-end
riding crop, a slapper crop, a flicker whip with what appeared to
be an ivory handle, a rattan cane and a strap. Also featured were
a number of dildos of various lengths and sizes including one that
Kathleen must have especially liked given the way she fondled it
and waved it at me while licking her lips. It was a neon orange
color. She softly grazed my cheek with it and as I began to think
of its intended use, the words "Big Orange" came to mind. The Florida
Orange Growers just had no idea...
Kathleen said that more
delights were in the design stage.
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