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Chapter
18
We returned to the kitchen.
One of the other women had made tea. I could hear the kettle whistling
in the kitchen as I approached. Linda ordered me to prepare refreshment
and nourishment for five. While I was in there laying out the tea
service and carefully arranging the little cakes which one of the
women apparently brought, I was tempted to have a bite of just one
of them.
Mistress Kimberly noticed
my temptation and admonished me, "Sweetness, I will not have you
eating any of this food. It is just for the ladies and you will
have something else to occupy your mouth and your need for calories."
I whimpered.
"Also, I do not want
to hear any whining from you. You will do exactly as you are told."
And she pinned a button at the right breast of my pretty maid's
dress. It was a red circle with a diagonal slash through the word
"WHINING". No whining permitted.
I returned to the living
room with the tea service and served the refreshments to each of
the ladies. They were discussing several business angles and possible
marketing tactics relating to the new E-von Cosmetics Corporation
product lines and barely paid any attention to me.
Barely.
No-one paid the slightest
attention to me as far as including me in their business discussion,
but each of them, at random it seemed, required personal service
of me. In some cases, I was able to perform my service quite easily.
I was allowed to use my hands. In other cases, removing the delicate
feminine underclothing was made more difficult by a requirement
here and there that I use only my teeth and while in a kneeling
position before one or another of my beautiful Mistresses. Before
I knew it, cutoffs, slacks, pretty panties, briefs, hip-huggers
were scattered all over the living room.
At the end of it all,
I was the only one of the six of us who could still consider herself
modest. Because I was the *only* person wearing panties.
I lost track of who
was talking. As I was buried in one Mistress' pussy suckling and
lapping, performing my service to her, another Mistress would refer
to me as 'that panty slut'. Pretty soon references to me as 'Tina'
or 'my pretty little girl' were all in the past. I was everyone's
panty slut and they all made sure I knew it.
I lapped and licked,
and lavished in wonderfully warm, wet, and womanly vaginal secretions.
The pleasures of my mouth became the pleasure of my mind. I fell
deeper into subspace.
As Akasha, or Kathleen,
or Kimberly, or Linda or Marin would arch I knew it was my duty
to suckle and be careful to lick up the juices of each so that none
would dribble down her leg and possibly reach the carpet. Mistress
Kimberly had told me if that were to happen I would be required
to clean that part of the rug with my tongue, and that one or more
dommes would administer severe punishment, choosing from the range
of new toys available. "After all," she laughed, "we've got to test
them if we're going to do a good market analysis."
I had my tongue in more
pussy that Saturday than any man could have dreamed of having in
a month of Sundays. "Pussy," I thought, "what an inadequate term
for the Holies of Holies. Cunt is too vulgar, in fact, blasphemous
would be closer to the mark. Vagina is so clinical. There is no
word worthy in my mouth for the part of a Mistress that I must worship
- that which makes her Woman." Where could one go to find the 'politically
correct' term? I wondered if any discussion group or forum existed
where this issue might be taken up and, with opinions expressed,
might help me become comfortable, and knowledgable, on this issue.
Mistress and Marin were
kind to me during my service and stroked my hair as I worshiped
them. The other women grabbed me roughly and paddled my ass just
for good measure, even if I did not know if I had done anything
wrong. In the wonderful haze of subspace, I wanted and needed both
treatments. I was totally confused.
My tongue ached and
through my pretty ruffled panties a warm red glow spread across
my ass. In the front of the pretty ruffled panties, another ache
presented itself.
Just when I had begun
to think my multiple service to multiple Mistresses developed a
pattern, and I could predict who I would be required to re-service
next, and how, Kathleen grabbed me, placed me in a most uncomfortable
hammer lock and wrestled me to the floor.
All the women jumped
me. Linda and Akasha took my arms. Kimberly and Marin pinned my
legs. Suddenly there was a pussy staring me in the face, and unseen
hands ripped my panties down below my balls and started to play
with me. There was only one thing I could do, so I did it. I licked
pussy.
I knew what came next,
and I could do nothing to forestall the inevitable outcome. I orgasmed.
I could feel the flood of very sticky fluid in my groin area, even
though I could not see it.
"That's the correct
way to treat a panty slut," Kathleen said. And they all laughed.
"Ewyoo, yuck! Sweetness,
did Mistress give you permission to come?" asked Kimmie.
"N-n-n no, M-m-m Mistress,"
I said. I did not know if I felt more terrified at the punishments
I imagined I would receive or if I felt more exhausted at the entire
ordeal.
"Well, dear. You certainly
have made a disgusting mess all around and on your panties. Go to
your room, take off all your pretty things and lie on the bed. While
you are gone all of us will decide your punishment and, at the appropriate
time, you will be summoned."
I got up and dragged
myself towards my bedroom.
-=o=-
I lay naked on my bed
for close to an hour, recovering from my ordeal.
Linda and Akasha suddenly
appeared, fully dressed, and ordered me to follow them into my den
to prepare me for the upcoming show. Linda briefed Akasha on what
she taught me the previous afternoon, and arranged for her to be
part of the act. The act was to be a spoof on the new business venture,
and Akasha laughed heartily as Linda outlined the skit to her. We
spent about 15 minutes rehearsing while the other women discussed
business and fashion in the living room.
Finally, Linda stuck
her head around the corner and asked, "Are we ready?"
I could hear Kim reply,
"Yes."
Linda gathered her props
and led the three of us into the living room.
The two women had me
stand between them, and then kneel on the cold, hard flagstones
in front of the fireplace facing my audience. Linda acted as the
Mistress of Ceremonies. "Good afternoon, ladies. Welcome to a demonstration
of E-von's newest product line. A product not so much designed to
make a woman look better but to make her feel better about herself."
"The modern woman in
the world today faces numerous obstacles caused by male dominance
in the workplace and in society in general. Not the least of these
problems is the feeling of insecurity and inferiority that the constant
propaganda put out by these chauvinists tries to produce."
"Our product is designed
to instill the feeling of self-confidence and power a woman needs
to fight the dark side of this force."
"If you're an office
worker, you probably notice how much less work men do and how much
more prestige they wield. Maybe you have an overbearing boss. Are
you tired of having to dress pretty for the men in clothes that
not only cost more than men's clothes, but cost more to keep up,
and don't last as long? Using this product line in conjunction with
a fantasy directed against your boss or an obnoxious coworker may
not change the balance of power at the office overnight but it can
give you the feeling of control you need to start it in the proper
direction."
"Perhaps you're a teacher.
Then you know how boys get preferential treatment over girls. They
get the honors classes in science and math. The boys' sports teams
get better funding, better equipment, better press, and better support
than girls' teams. This product can help you role-play the part
of one of your students as she comes out on top of a boy for a change.
At least you'll know that there is hope for her future and be able
to share that experience with your female students."
"If you're a nurse,
and you've had a tough day, with demanding patients and arrogant
doctors, what more can you ask than to have your tired feet taken
care of in every way by a professional foot care specialist every
night?"
"This E-von product
can do it all. Introducing, the sissy submissive -- a multiple use
toy to satisfy every woman's needs."
"Not every woman is
lucky enough to have a submissive of her own, and not all women
are trained to handle one. E-von can change all that. For a nominal
fee, we can provide both fully-programmed sissies, and dominance
training for the women who use them."
"Do you have your own
male? We can train him too. Training can be accomplished at our
classroom facilities, or we can do training on-site for groups.
E-von can develop a plan to meet your needs."
"Before we go on, do
I have any questions?"
Marin raised her hand,
"How much does this service cost?"
"The going rate is set
by a number of factors. For example, are you renting or buying?
Also, a lease-to-own program is under development. Financing is
available, and E-von honors all major credit cards."
"But let's evaluate
this model. It's a single-owner, 1956 male with high mileage. However,
it runs good, and the body isn't in bad shape. As we'll see later,
it handles really well, and the optional equipment is fully functional."
"Let's go over some
of the features."
First, penis size,"
Linda gave me a sideways glance and sneered, "OK, so he'll never
win 'best of show there', but look how cute it is -- fully circumcised,
and it can go from flaccid to fully-erect in under 30 seconds."
"Second, overall physique
-- the model's owner is a little-old lady (OK, she's petite, but
not so old) who only jogs him around the neighborhood several times
a week." Linda turned to me and said, "Keep it up!" as she smiled
at her own pun.
"Third, ability to ejaculate.
Generally, the newer models -- teenaged boys and young men perform
well in this category. However, they just don't have it down the
stretch where it counts. You'll get a lot of mileage out of this
model, and it's been fully road tested under a variety of conditions
to our standards of satisfaction."
"Finally, we evaluate
handling. How responsive is he to your control? With less than a
week's worth of disciplining, we have trained this male to perform
all the basic tasks. It's a joy to have this toy at your fingertips."
"Do I have any more
questions?" There weren't any.
"Good, then let's get
to the demonstration."
Akasha read the script
as Linda put me through my paces.
"The joy of owning a
submissive sissy is rewarding in itself, but many women will enjoy
showing off their new possession. This could be both fun and profitable
for the women as we can organize parties where women can place orders
in the comfort of their own home. I think we can benchmark the Tupperware
model here. Displays such as these will be necessary for us to market
our product since many of the traditional advertising channels are
not available to us. Many women will most likely get their first
impressions of our services and products through demonstrations
put on for them by their friends."
"Tommy is ready for
public display, so let the show begin!"
Akasha addressed her
boss, "E-von's going to develop a stable of boys as demonstrator
models and to rent. We can rate the boys on their performance. A
well trained boy can bring a good hourly rate or an even better
price when sold. Either will make us rich and happy. I can tell
you, I'm anticipating some good commissions from this product line."
Linda turned to me and
admonished, "You hear that? Be good! I don't want you to turn out
to be a 'cheap come'. I'm capable of putting out four star-male
submissives. Don't make me look bad."
I certainly wanted this
crowd to be impressed by my four star rating.
Akasha continued her
narration, "Many women don't have the skills to get the most use
out of their boys. Indeed, they need their eyes opened to the possibilities.
Sit back and watch Linda have Tommy perform".
Linda assumed her position
on the opposite side of the room with her legs slightly spread apart,
and her hands on her hips. I lowered my eyes to the floor at her
feet, not daring to make eye contact.
Linda said not a word.
In my peripheral vision I could see her gesture with an upward movement
of her palm. This was her signal to me to "stiffen up".
Prior to my training
with Linda and Kim, I didn't have any control over my penis. I was
totally undisciplined. Erections would come and go randomly. When
I would get an erection, I'd play with it until I ejaculated. However,
the training Linda gave me yesterday enabled me to have an erection
anytime at her command.
During the training
session, Linda started with physical stimulation of my penis, and
interrupted the procedure at strategic stages. Eventually she didn't
even have to touch my penis at all for me to attain a hard-on to
her satisfaction.
With the proper concentration
on my penis, I was able bring it from a totally "rested" state to
a full hard-on in about 30 seconds. Using the techniques I learned
from Linda, I could "bounce" my penis up and down and make the head
pulsate by contracting the muscles at the base of my scrotum. Linda
laughed at me and said that she just loved the way I could make
my "pee-pee" dance. After several minutes of this exercise, my penis
was excited enough to produce a drop of precome.
Linda expected me to
continue this procedure for as long as she demanded. During the
training session, she had my penis drooling a nearly steady stream
of precome for almost a quarter of an hour. On this occasion, however,
she gave me the "stop" signal after I had produced enough of the
clear viscous liquid to make a small pool on the floor. I knew that
I was still expected to maintain a hard-on, but I was allowed to
give my nearly cramped muscles a break.
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