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Chapter
20
We returned to the living
room. It was as we had left it: sandwich tray still on the end table
holding unconsumed dainties; pitcher of iced tea still on its own
stand. I looked in horror at a crushed napkin that had been dropped
on the floor. I must have missed it earlier on my clean up, and
I was afraid I'd be punished for it. Apparently Linda and Kim didn't
notice.
"Sit down," Linda said
in a very friendly tone. "We've had a busy couple of days."
I looked at her. I picked
up the corners of my skirt and lowered myself in ladylike fashion
into a seat. I smoothed out the wrinkles on my lap, and held my
knees together. As Kim had suggested, I moved the knees off to one
side. That made it a little easier to hold the position. I folded
my hands on my lap.
Linda complimented me,
"You look very pretty, Tina." I was confused and shocked at her
acceptance of me as a woman. She laughed, "It's OK, Tina. As long
as Kimmie is here to control you, you can wear whatever she decides.
Kim and I have an understanding that way. She lets me do my thing,
and I let her do hers.
She offered me some
iced tea, "Something to drink?"
"Why yes, Ms. Worthington,
thank you very much." I said.
"Until I tell you otherwise,
you can call me, Linda." she said offering me the sandwich tray.
"And you can call me
Kim," Mistress advised.
I wasn't used to such
kindness from these two. It seemed sacreligious to have women serving
me!
"Tom," Linda continued,
"we're all friends here. This is a 'time out' discussion. It's time
to let down our hair."
She did this literally
as she took off her baseball cap and shook out her hair. I looked
at her and realized that she could be every bit as beautiful as
Kim, but in a different sort of way. Kim was feminine and delicate.
Linda was feminine and healthy. Her body had a subtle muscle tone
to it that belied her more physically active lifestyle.
"Do you have any questions?"
she asked.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
was my question in reply.
"About how Kimmie and
I have been treating you over the last couple of days. Don't you
like it?"
"Why, yes Ms... I mean
Linda."
"You can speak freely
with us now, Tom. We're looking for the truth here. We want to make
sure your training is correct. We can't do that unless you tell
us what works and what doesn't. We need to be absolutely sure what
turns you on most, what you find distasteful, and what you simply
are incapable of doing. We need to know so we can make any needed
adjustments to your training. Watching that penis of yours bob up
and down is a good indicator, but it's sort of hit and miss. Now
tell us what you like."
I felt the sweat trickling
down my back. I never told Margo my fantasies. Sex was something
men bragged about to other men, and didn't talk about with women
at all. How could I be intimate with these girls? However, after
the high-intensity domination I had received the last couple of
days, this warm, comfortable, and quite frankly -- feminine -- atmosphere
made me want to confess all.
I didn't feel like a
middle aged man sitting in a room with two young women. I felt like
a woman with other women. I always wondered how women could open
up to one another and talk about intimate feelings. Now that I was
"one of the girls" I began to understand.
"Well," I began tentatively,
"I like when Mistress Kimmie dresses me up."
Kimmie giggled, "And
what do you like about it, sweetness?"
"I don't know." The
words were coming more freely now that I got started. "Part of it
is the physical sensation. The silkiness and smoothness of the material
feels so good against my naked skin. And I feel so cared for when
you accept me like that."
"Thank you, by the way,
for making me remove my hair. I never felt so close to my body.
I don't think men appreciate sensuality the way women do. Oh sure,
we're very sexual, but only in an intense short-term sort of way.
Everything is centered on one organ and on one activity -- having
an orgasm. Men don't know how to appreciate the rest of their bodies.
They simply don't notice all the nice sensations that happen along
the way to climax."
"When I slip into a
pair of hose, and pull them up, I caress my legs and it feels good.
Lacy and frilly panties not only feel good on my penis, balls and
ass; they look good. It pleases me to see myself in panties, bras,
and other delicately designed things. And the smell ... perfume.
I always thought that women wore perfume to attract men. If you
look at the commercials, on TV that's what you are led to believe.
I like to wear it for myself."
"And makeup!" I was
getting excited in some other way than sexual for a change, "Makeup
is so intimate. You apply it directly to your body. It really is
like becoming another person. I know primitive tribes wear 'war
paint' to go into battle or to celebrate certain events. Makeup
is the modern equivalent. It's our way to celebrate womanhood."
Kimmie was beaming at
me. I looked into her eyes and blushed. I knew I was pleasing her
and it made me feel so good.
I felt so good that
the words poured from me confidently. "There's more to it than just
looking good and feeling good. I don't know how to put this ...
I like being a girl! It's an entirely different world."
"I've never realized
what it's like for women. The maid training taught me that I've
been very lazy and selfish around the house. I haven't been doing
my share of the work. I promise that I'm going to change that. I'm
not only going to do my share. I'll do Margo's share as well. She
has much more important things to do."
"I didn't even know
how much trouble Margo goes through to look nice for me. I think
I can appreciate it a lot more now. It isn't easy being a woman,
but it's worth it. I've never had these feelings as a man -- Hell,
men aren't even supposed to have feelings. It's such an empty existence."
I turned to Kim and
for the first time looked her directly in the eye. It wasn't Tom
talking, it was Tina. "Thank you Kim for showing me this. Thank
you for letting me get in touch with a part of me that I didn't
know existed, a part that I was repressing, in short, the best part
of me."
I was still somewhat
confused about Kim's expectations for me. I figured that while I
was in my confessional, I might as well let it all out. "Kim, were
you serious the other day when you told me that you wanted all men
to go away? That you really thought that the only purpose of man
is to serve woman?"
"Oh no, sweetness,"
she giggled, "Whatever gave you a silly idea like that? That was
just a game. Nobody believes that. What I believe is that some men
and women are special. Some men are special because they know that
they can serve special women. Linda and I are special women. Right,
sis?"
Called upon, Linda answered,
"You got that right, Kimmie. Not every man has what it takes to
be submissive. You should be proud of yourself. Kimmie and I put
you through a lot this week. Weaker men would have broken or rebelled.
You knew what was good for you and you caught on real fast. You
dropped that macho image well before we had to do something drastic."
I briefly pondered what
she would consider "drastic" as she continued, "You were pliant
to our needs. You were so trainable. I like boys that can be trained.
With some boys it takes a lot more work, and some boys never get
it. They're the real losers. Kim and I won't have anything to do
with them." She sighed, "Their loss!"
"Which brings us to
us -- Kim and I. Not every woman is cut out to be a dominatrix.
It takes a special talent, and a lot of work. I can tell you, it's
tough working out a lesson plan for a male. Some require strict
discipline, others just require that you show them their true selves."
"I enjoy being treated
like a goddess. But even goddesses have needs. A goddess needs to
be worshiped. It works both ways -- we special women need special
men to submit to us, and the men need the domination we provide.
It's the only way we can both be happy."
"Oh, maybe someday we'll
realize Kim's fantasy where every male is submissive before any
female, but I'm not holding my breath. It won't happen in my lifetime,
and it probably will never happen. I'm only going to save the part
of the world I can. I'm going to look for men who show submissive
signs and women who can be trained to take their rightful place
in a relationship."
I had to ask, "How can
you tell if a man is submissive?"
"Any man who can't control
his dick is a potential submissive. When I caught you looking at
me that first day, I thought, 'This is someone who needs discipline.'
Once I caught you sniffing my sneaker, I knew you could be controlled.
Female domination isn't all that difficult. All a woman has to do
is find the right tool for establishing her dominance over a man."
"How do you know what
these tools are?" I asked.
Kim laughed, pursed
her lips, kissed the air coupled with one of her so-seductive looks
at me, and picked up the conversation.
"Boys are easy to dominate.
Just look at their penis. When it gets hard, you're doing something
that excites them. You can use that to control them. Like, when
I saw you that first day in the bathroom and I pointed out Linda's
undies, you got a hard-on. I sort of figured girl's underwear got
you going, but I wasn't sure until we tried some really good stuff
on you."
"Once I put my panties
on you, you were willing to do anything for me. Once I saw you in
panties, I knew I could control you. You were diminished, and I
was made stronger."
I blushed. I was true.
I fell into a trap, and it was one I helped to create.
"Kimmie's idea of putting
a boy in his place is to put him in her panties. In a lot of cases,
such as yours, it works." Linda admitted.
"Yes, Ms. Wor ... I
mean, Linda, but I liked what you did to me too."
"And I really enjoyed
doing it." she grinned.
"It was really weird
for me," I confessed, "I don't know why but being naked and bound
before you and made to do humiliating things really turned me on.
I felt torn between not wanting to do it, and really wanting to
do it."
"I planned that deliberately.
I just gave you what you wanted, although in a way you could never
do for yourself. You need disciplining, and you want sex. I gave
you both. Now you can't tell the difference. Don't fight it. Just
enjoy it."
"Margo and I have sex,
but I just don't get the kind of satisfaction you give me."
"That's because, you
are only using half your sexuality." Linda countered. "Your conflicting
feelings are just the man and the woman inside you fighting. Let
them be at peace with one another. Now you do know your place, don't
you?"
I bowed my head and
mumbled, "yes."
"As you can see from
Kimmie and Kathleen, woman love is special. It's not like sex between
a 'traditional' male and a 'traditional' woman. It's better, it's
more fulfilling. You have to become more like a woman to appreciate
it."
"Oh, Linda, I know.
I wouldn't believe you if you told me this a week ago. I thought
women liked this macho stuff. I know now that I'm wrong, but what
can I do? Margo married me for my manly ways."
"Don't be so sure,"
Linda responded.
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