Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Story Codes - Fg 1st bd bondage cons Fdom ds dom oral ped preteen sm toys Anja lifted her head out of the warm, scented water and glanced through the open doorway. She paused, her ears just above the bubbles filling her spacious tub, and listened. She heard it again. A soft knock was coming from the front of the house. She wondered who would be knocking at her door this early in the morning. She was tempted to let whoever it was continue knocking, while she sank back down into the delightful bath. Then she remembered the package that should be arriving today. Reluctantly she rose from the tub and stepped out onto the tiled floor, grabbing a robe and wrapping it around her wet body. Finally she headed through the bathroom door and down the hallway to the living room. By the time she reached the front door the knocking had ceased. She opened it anyway and glanced out onto her porch, looking for the delivery person she had expected to find. Instead, she saw the back of a skinny, short, black-haired girl heading down the front steps. "Hey," she called out, and the girl stopped and turned. She was smiling. Anja wiped a wet lock of light brown hair from her own face and tilted her head. "Can I help you?" she asked. The girl crossed the porch in a few bouncing steps and looked up at the grown woman. "Hi!" she exclaimed, holding up a small magazine. Then she paused, noticing the woman's damp appearance. "Um, I hope I'm not bothering you..." "No, girl, its fine," said Anja. She glanced at the cover of the magazine, realizing that the girl must be selling something, most likely for her school. "But it is pretty windy this morning, and I'm soaking wet. Why don't you come inside, and you can tell me what it is you're raising money for." She turned and stepped back into the house, waiting for the girl to follow her. The girl hesitated for a moment, so Anja gestured for her to hurry. "Come on, girl, don't keep me waiting," she added. The girl suddenly looked apologetic and quickly stepped inside. As the pair entered the living room, Anja gestured toward the black leather sofa in front of the window facing the porch. "Have a seat," she said to the girl. The child moved as directed and took a seat, then she opened her mouth to speak. However, Anja cut her off with a raised finger. "Hold that thought, dear. I'm going to step back into the bathroom and towel myself off. You may wait, quietly, for me here," she said. Then she turned her back on the girl and left the room, smiling to herself. For some reason, she had enjoyed giving the child the simple order. She stepped back into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she disrobed, so that she could listen down the hall as she toweled herself off. As far as she could tell, the girl was doing as she was told. This amused Anja. She took her time drying her hair and body, continuing to listen all the while, and the longer she listened without hearing a noise, the longer she decided to take. She liked the idea that the girl was doing as she was told. Anja had a naturally dominant personality, and she took pleasure in being obeyed, even in trivial matters like this. Finally she decided that she had kept the girl waiting long enough. She wrapped a white towel around her hair and reached for the robe once again, but suddenly she changed her mind and instead grabbed a second, larger towel, wrapping it around her body to cover herself from the middle of her bosom to the tops of her thighs. Then she returned to the living room. To her delight, the child had remained exactly where Anja had left her, sitting quietly with the magazine in her lap. Anja smiled and took a seat upon a tall, wooden rocking chair across from the girl. "So," she said, leaning forward in the seat, "what can I do for you, girl?" The child didn't speak immediately. She was looking at the half naked woman with wider eyes than when the woman had been covered by her robe. This tickled Anja, and she smiled wider at the girl, leaning further forward, letting the towel fall a little lower on her breasts. "Well?" she added in a mock-demanding tone. The girl finally spoke up, lifting her magazine and presenting the cover to Anja. "My school trying to raise money for our art program. We're selling cakes and candies and cookies and stuff." She held out the thin catalog, gesturing for the woman to take it. Anja lifted her eyebrows. "If you want to give me your little catalog, bring it over here, dear. You don't want me to have to get up, do you?" she asked, trying not to smile as the girl stood suddenly and stumbled forward with the magazine held out, that apologetic look upon her face again. When the child reached Anja's chair, the woman took it from her hands, and the girl turned to move back to the sofa. "No," said Anja. "Stay right here, please." The girl froze and turned back to face the woman, standing less than two feet away. She looked nervous, shifting from one foot to the other as Anja flipped casually through the pages of the little magazine. The woman looked up. "Don't fidget, girl," she said. "Stand up straight, and keep your hands at your sides." She watched as the girl did as she was told once again. She closed the magazine and set it aside, examining this shy, obedient girl for the first time. From the look of her she was no more than ten years old, maybe four and a half feet tall, with very black hair that fell over her shoulders. She was wearing a short, open black vest over a white t-shirt and denim shorts. Her white socks had thin lace trim around the ankles, and her shoes were white laced with a cute animal print. Anja could tell that the girl had started to develop, though only slightly. She found the child to be quite adorable. Anja had a soft spot in her heart for young girls, especially well behaved young girls like this one. The girl continued to stand still as she was examined, though her eyes kept drifting to the exposed tops of Anja's ample bosom. The woman caught her peeking and sat up once again, crossing her arms. "What is it you are staring at, girl?" she asked in her firm but playful tone. "Surely you have seen breasts before. You will have your own pair soon enough." The child blushed immediately, her eyes sinking to stare at her own feet. The reaction amused Anja, since it was what she had hoped to evoke. She enjoyed keeping this girl off balance, and it seemed so easy. She reached out and crooked her index finger beneath the child's chin, lifting the girl's face to meet her own. "Don't look away when I am speaking to you," she said, though her tone was softened just a tiny bit. The girl blushed even more deeply as she replied in a whisper, "I'm sorry." Then she froze as Anja's finger slide down over the front of her slender throat, eventually hooking her nail beneath the collar of the child's top. She tugged very gently, and the girl moved forward, closing the gap between them without a sound. "Would you like to see them? My breasts, I mean," said Anja, her face very close to the girl's. The child did not immediately reply. Anja smiled and raised her brows. "If you do, you may ask me to show them to you. Politely, of course." She kept her finger hooked in the girl's shirt, lightly enough so that the girl could pull away if she wanted to do so, but firmly enough to communicate that she wanted the girl to stay put. The child opened her mouth to reply, but just then there was a very loud knock at the door. The girl jumped in place, and Anja laughed. She rose to her feet and patted the child upon the head. "Stay there, girl," she said as she crossed the room and rested her hand upon the door's handle. After a second knock, she turned the handle and pulled the door open a crack. Standing on the porch was a young man in a brown uniform holding a digital clipboard. Her delivery had arrived. "Hello there, Miss," said the man, as his eyes traveled up and down the length of Anja's body, or as much of it as was exposed through the gap. "Um, I gotta package for you, if you can just sign here..." He lifted the clipboard, and Anja smiled, opening the door more widely. She reached for the stylus and signed her name upon the indicated line. When she looked up she saw that the man was staring at her again. "The package, if you please?" she said, enjoying the way that the man blushed, just like the child in her living room had done only a few moments ago. He stammered an apology and handed Anja a small, cardboard box. She nodded appreciatively and sent the young man away with a pleasant goodbye, then closed the door once again. She carried the package with her as she returned to her seat, setting it on the floor beside her rocking chair. As she settled back into position, she smiled at the girl, who had remained exactly where she had left her. "Very good," she said to the child. "I like it when little girls do as they are told. And I suspect," she added, "that you are a girl who likes to do as she's told." Before the girl could make up her mind as to how she should reply to that statement, Anja said, "Now where were we? Oh yes, you were about to ask me a question, weren't you?" The girl looked confused for a moment, and this amused Anja. She was really enjoying toying with this child. She let the girl twist in the wind for a brief moment before saying, "You were going to ask me to show you my breasts, weren't you?" The girl's eyes widened as she remembered exactly what was happening before the brief interruption, and she started blushing all over again. Anja waited patiently. The child finally spoke. "I...I think I ought to go, Miss..." she said as she glanced at her feet once again. Anja shrugged her bare shoulders. "You ought to, but I don't think you will. I think you'll stay right where you are. And I told you not to look away from me when we were talking, didn't I?" The girl's eyes moved up quickly again to meet the woman's, and Anja smiled. "Don't worry, child. I'm not going to punish you for disobeying me, at least not this one time. I can tell your little head is spinning. You're afraid to stay here in this room with me, but you're also excited, and the longer you do stay, the more excited you become." She leaned back in the rocking chair and gave the girl a devious grin. "I like you very much, girl. You're obedient and amusing. I think I'll keep you." The child obviously didn't have the faintest idea how to respond to this, so she kept quiet. Anja giggled to herself. "Since we're over pretending that you are going to leave, I think we should get back to the question you were about to ask me. Do you want to see my boobs, girl?" The child nodded slowly. "Then ask me politely to show them to you, and maybe I will," said Anja. The child paused for a moment before saying, "Can I...I mean, may I...you know...see your boobs? Please?" Anja nodded and leaned forward once again, and as she shifted her body, the towel simply fell open, pooling around her waist, exposing her from the navel up. The girl's eyes moved to Anja's chest and stayed there. Anja watched her with amusement, cupping one of her large breasts and teasing the nipple with the flat of her thumb. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed the child by the wrist, lifting her fingers to Anja's other breast. The girl's digits spread out over the soft flesh, exploring it even after Anja released the wrist. As the child found and began to finger the woman's nipple, Anja let out a little moan. The girl's hand froze at the sound. Anja lifted her bottom from the chair long enough to pull the towel out from under her so that she could toss it aside. She removed the second towel from her hair and dropped it on top of the other. Now she was naked in front of the girl. She pushed the child's hand away from her breast and leaned forward once again, until her face was barely an inch away from the child's. As she slid her hands around the nervous girl's waist, she let her thick lips brush against the girl's mouth. She held the child in place as she spoke. "I'm going to kiss you now. I know you have never been kissed before, at least not in a grown-up way. That's alright," she said. "There's a first time for everything." Then she covered the girl's lips with her own, kissing her softly, at least at first. The girl was frozen in place, and Anja took advantage of her state of shock, slipping the tips of her fingers beneath the bottom of the girl's t-shirt. As she slid the fingers upward, lifting the child's shirt, feeling her hips, her waist, the bottom of her ribs, her kiss became more passionate. She slid her tongue out from between her lips and licked across the girl's own, slowly but insistently parting them so that Anja could taste the girl's mouth. The child didn't pull away, though she obviously didn't know how to respond. But Anja didn't mind. She was enjoying the power she had over this little girl at just this moment, imagining the flurry of confusing thoughts that must be running through her head. Eventually the girl's mouth opened wider, and Anja's tongue invaded the child. As she passionately kissed the girl she slowly rose from the chair. Finally, as she stood up straight, she broke the kiss, leaving the girl with her mouth open wide and her eyes closed. Anja appreciated the sight for a moment as she loomed over the child. Then, as the girl opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed bright red, Anja ran her fingers through the child's black hair. She gathered it up into a bunch at the top of the girl's head and gripped it tight in one hand. "I think its time that I show you more of the house, girl, since you won't be leaving it." Then she turned and walked from the living room, pulling the girl along behind her. Anja walked down the hallway, casually dragging the child behind her. She glanced over her naked shoulder at her new plaything as they reached the door to her bedroom. "This is my room, girl. We'll come back to it in a few minutes." The girl had half a second to glance inside as she was pulled past the doorway, catching a glimpse of a large, abnormally high bed with a cream-colored comforter, before she was pulled by her hair past the scene. The next room they came to was smaller, and from what the girl could see, less fancy. "A room for my guests." The girl looked up questioningly, and Anja laughed. "Oh no, girl. You won't be staying here. You're not a guest in my house. You're a possession." The child didn't reply, but Anja didn't expect her to. She liked her toys to be quiet. After dragging the girl through the rest of the house, which consisted of a fairly average kitchen, a smallish dining room, and an oddly bare back room with no furniture or carpet at all and a faint odor that the child couldn't place. Then Anja led the child back to the living room and released her hair. "So much for the tour," she said. She looked the girl over once again, then asked, "Do you have any questions, girl? This may be the only time that I permit you to ask them." The child nodded her head, then she asked, "What's your name? I never asked you." Anja smiled. "You may continue to call me 'Miss'. That is who I am to you. And as for your name, whatever it was, it's not important anymore." The girl looked a bit uneasy about this, but she didn't contradict Anja. "How long are you gonna keep me here?," she asked. Her tone wasn't frightened, at least not much. In fact, if anything, she sounded rather anticipatory. The woman shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, child. It depends on how well you please me. If you turn out to be a disappointment, then I will have to get rid of you. But if you continue to amuse me, I might just keep you for the rest of your life." Before the child could figure out what to say to this, the woman decided she was bored with questions. She held up a finger to silence the girl. "I think thats enough talking for now. Do you remember the package that I received a few minutes ago?" The child nodded her head, glancing at the small cardboard box still resting beside the rocking chair. "Good. Pick it up and go to my bedroom. You may wait for me there." She watched as the girl retrieved the small box and, with a quick glance over her shoulder at Anja, hurried down the hall toward the woman's room. Anja smiled to herself as she headed in the other direction, walking to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, enjoying the feel of the cool air on her naked skin, and reached inside to grab a bottle from the back. She took the bottle and closed the fridge, then opened a cabinet door to fetch a small glass. She took both the bottle and the shot glass with her as she exited the kitchen and crossed the hallway back to her bedroom. Anja entered her room and looked around. The girl was there, standing in front of her bed, holding the small cardboard box in front of her. Anja set her chilled bottle and glass upon a small table by the door and crossed the room to stand in front of her new girl. "Set the box down," she said, "and go stand in the middle of the room." She climbed up onto the bed and relaxed as she watched the girl. "I think one of us is overdressed, girl, don't you? Take off your shoes." The girl nodded her small head and bent down to unlace her sneakers, stepping out of them and setting them aside. "And your socks," added Anja. "Lets see those cute little feet of yours." The girl blushed at the comment, but she lifted one foot, tugging at the toe of her sock until it slid down over her heel. She dropped the sock upon her shoes, then lifted the other foot. Removing the second sock, she deposited it on top of the other, then stood up straight once more. Anja smiled, leaning forward to get a better look at the girls little toes. "Very nice," she said. "Now off with those shorts." The girl looked more uncomfortable about this request, but she did as she was told, unbuttoning the front of the denim shorts and lowering the zipper with nervous fingers. Then, with a look at Anja, who was quite enjoying the girl's discomfort, she pushed the shorts down over her boyish hips. They fell down her skinny legs and over her knobby knees, and she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with her toes. Anja grinned as she caught her first glimpse of the girl's panties, They were a light pink color with red trim and an adorable pair of heart shaped smily faces covering the front of the girl's crotch. "You just get cuter the more I see of you," Anja said, and the girl smiled a little at that. Anja crossed her legs on the bed and rested her hands in her lap. "Alright, now off with your vest and that t-shirt of yours. Now that you've seen my breasts, I think its time that I see what you're hiding." The girl's color turned redder still, amusing Anja. "Come on now," she said. "I don't like having to repeat an order." The girl whispered a quick, "I'm sorry, Miss," and quickly shed her black vest, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Then she started to pull the white t-shirt up over her belly. Anja leaned further forward as she watched the girl expose herself, and as she enjoyed the show she slipped the fingers of her left hand lower in her lap, letting them slide through the fur of her substantial bush. The girl continued to pull up her shirt, exposing her small, almost non-existent breasts and stiff, pink little nipples. Anja's fingers burrowed deeper in her bush as she appreciated the sight, and she found the top of her mound, stroking herself slowly. Finally the girl pulled the shirt up over her head and dropped it on top of her vest. Anja tapped her chin with the hand that wasn't busy teasing herself between her thighs. "I think, before I do anything else with you, I want a drink. Fetch the bottle and glass from the table by the door and bring them over here." She watched the girl turn around and move to the table, her little bottom bouncing beneath the stretched fabric of her pink panties. The girl collected the bottle and glass and returned to the foot of Anja's bed, holding them both out to her. "Good girl," said Anja. "Now open the bottle and fill the glass, please." The girl nodded, twisting the cap from the top of the bottle and carefully pouring the cool liquor into the small glass. "Very good," said Anja. "You didn't spill a drop. I'm glad. That's very expensive vodka, and I would have to punish you for wasting it." The girl gave Anja a nervous nod and replaced the cap, presenting the full shot glass to the woman. Anja took it and brought it to her lips, watching the girl fidget with the bottle as she drank. "Delicious," she said, then handed the glass to the girl once more. "Put them back on the table then come here and get on the bed beside me." The girl quickly obeyed, returning the bottle and glass to their resting place. Then she walked back to Anja's bed and climbed up. The woman scooted back to give her room. The two sat upon the bed, looking at each other. Anja reached for the girl's hair and pulled her head forward. "Let's see if you learned your lesson about kissing," she said. She leaned into the girl, pressing her lips against the child's mouth once again. This time the girl opened her mouth more obediently, and Anja slid her tongue inside, sharing the taste of the vodka as their tongues met and intertwined. Anja's fingers continued to tease the folds of her sex as she kissed the child, and she moaned a small moan into the girl's mouth. Then she broke the kiss and sat up straight once again, releasing her grip on the child's hair. The girl's face was flushed as she opened her eyes once again. "You like being kissed." It was not a question. "I like kissing you. But you'll just have to enjoy that kiss for now, because its the last one you'll be getting for a while. Fetch the box I had you bring in here." The girl leaned over to the right and collected the small cardboard box, sitting up again and holding it out to Anja. She shook her head. "Don't give it to me, girl. Open it." The child looked from Anja to the box and then pried it open. "Reach inside and pull out what you find," said Anja. The girl did as she was told, and pulled out a linked pair of small, padded leather cuffs. Then she pulled out a long black strap with a bulging protrusion in the middle. It was a gag with a thick black penis-shaped mouthpiece. The girl obviously didn't know what these things were for, and she examined them with curious eyes, but Anja snapped her fingers to get the girl's attention. "Finish emptying the box and put it on the floor." The girl nodded her small head and turned the box over, and out spilled three small brass padlocks. Then she dropped the empty box on the floor. "These," said Anja, "are the newest addition to my toy collection. I'm sure you have lots of toys, or at least you had lots of toys. You don't have anything of your own anymore. Even your clothes will be disposed of." The child looked alarmed at this, but Anja ignored her. "Anyway, I also have lots of toys. Eventually you'll get to see them all, but for now lets just play with these." She lifted the linked pair of cuffs and smiled. "These are a little large for you, I think. But we'll give it a go anway. Turn around for me, and place your hands behind your back." The child, as always, did as she was told, scooting around to face away from Anja, moving her small hands behind her. Anja unfastened the cuffs and wrapped them around the girl's wrists, trying to see how tightly she could cinch them. Though they were indeed large compared to the girl's thin arms, she was able to tighten them sufficiently so that they would not slip off. Then Anja collected two of the small brass padlocks and fastened them to the cuffs. "There we go," she said to the girl's back. "Those won't be coming off any time soon. Now let me see that pretty face of yours again. Turn around." The girl wiggled around till she faced Anja once more. Anja reached for the girl's face and cupped it, running the tip her nail across her cheek. The girl shivered a little bit at the woman's touch. Anja wasn't sure if it was out of fear or excitement or a little of both, but she didn't really care as long as the girl continued to do as she was told. "Open your mouth for me now, and keep it open." The girl parted her lips widely, and Anja moved her thumb up over the girl's chin, slipping it into her mouth. She rubbed the flat of her thumb against the top of the girl's tongue as she grabbed the penis gag with her free hand. "I almost hate to cover up this lovely little mouth, but I like to keep my toys quiet when I play with them. Perhaps, If I decide to keep you for a while, I'll take steps to silence you more permanently. For now, however, this will do nicely." She pulled her thumb free of the girl's mouth and wiped her saliva off on her cheek. Then she pressed the head of the gag's cock-shaped mouthpiece against the girl's lips. "You don't know what a cock is, I'm sure, but this is shaped like one. If you are a very good girl, perhaps soon I'll let you taste the real thing." She shoved the thick, black, rubber cock-shaped gag into the child's mouth and wrapped the leather strap around the girl's head, fastening it tightly behind her ears. Then she grabbed the third padlock and snapped it closed on the strap. "There we go, all done. Don't you look pretty now?" Of course the girl couldn't answer, so Anja grabbed the girl by the shoulders and turned her around, pulling her into the woman's lap. "You are so small and soft," she said as she let her hands wander down over the front of the girl's bare chest. The tips of her fingers danced around the girl's nipples, teasing and stroking them, making the child squirm in Anja's lap. "You like that," she said, moving her thumbs and forefingers to the girl's nipples and gripping them firmly. She gave them both a little bit of a twist. The child let out a muted whimper. "You don't like that, I think, but I do. Eventually, if you want to please me, you will learn to enjoy it." She twisted the nipples a bit harder and the little girl began to squirm again, though she didn't whimper this time. "A fast learner, I see," said Anja with a smile. "I knew you would be perfect for this." She released the child's nipples and let her fingers wander down over the girl's ribs and the soft curve of her belly. She teased the girl's navel with the nail of her index finger, drawing little circles around it. The girl's stomach fluttered beneath Anja's fingers. "So sensitive. Are you ticklish, I wonder? I'll bet you are. We'll have to find out later." Anja slid her right hand back up along the front of the girl's torso to tease her nipple once again, while her left hand moved lower, finding the top of the girl's pink panties. She followed the front of the fabric with the tips of her fingers, tracing the outline of the girl's mound. With her middle digit she found the valley between the girl's nether lips and pressed the fabric into it, sliding her finger up and down along the crack. The child's eyes widened and she began to wriggle more enthusiastically in Anja's lap, whimpering into the penis gag. Anja giggled at the child's reaction, lifting her hand from between the girl's thighs. "These pink panties you're wearing, as pretty as they are, need to go," she said. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the pink panties and slid them down over the girl's hips, tugging them over her soft thighs and knobby knees, then let them fall around her ankles. "There now, that's much better. No need to hide such a pretty little pussy. You won't be covering it up anymore." She took each of the girl's knees in one hand and spread them slowly apart. The girl sucked in a breath through her nose as Anja's hands slid down the inside of her thighs, finally meeting over each of her plump labia. She dragged the tips of her fingernails over the pussy lips very, very lightly. The girl instinctively closed her thighs, and Anja cupped the girl's sex tightly with her right hand, while with her left she grabbed the child's hair and pulled sharply, causing the girl to whimper loudly. "I didn't tell you to close your thighs, girl." The child quickly spread her legs once again. "That's better," said Anja. She loosened her grip on the girl's little pussy and gently massaged it with her palm. The child let out the breath she'd been holding, relaxing a little bit against the woman's bosom. "Good girl," said Anja, rubbing her palm in circles over the top of the child's mound. The girl's chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and her face grew redder as Anja moved her palm faster, pushing the girl's pussy lips apart with her middle finger, finding her vaginal opening and tracing it. The child closed her eyes as sensation flooded her little head. Anja's free hand moved back to the child's chest, and her fingers gripped a nipple, squeezing tightly once again. The girl let out a muffled moan, and Anja grinned. "With the right training, I think you will make a wonderful little slut," she said. Just as Anja was really begining to enjoy her helpless new playmate, the phone on her nightstand began to ring. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a familiar name on the display. She released the little girl's nipple from her pinching fingers and reached over to fetch the handset, the palm of her other hand still massaging between the child's thigs. She placed the phone to her ear and said, "Hello? Oh hi, Robert....Oh no, this isn't a bad time at all." As she said this, she dipped the point of her middle finger inside the girl's vaginal hole and began to playfully probe her, causing the child to whimper and moan into the gag. "What am I doing? Oh nothing, just enjoying a little surprise that showed up at my door this morning...No, not THAT kind of surprise..." She continued to chat with her acquaintance as the bound and gagged little girl squirmed against her lap. She pushed her middle finger further inside the child's love tunnel, pressing up against the thin membrane of her hymen. She pushed harder, stretching it beneath her finger, but not so hard as to break or tear the fragile skin. She didn't want to deflower her new toy just yet, and definitely not with her hands. She had quite another tool in mind for that particular occasion. For now she contented herself with probing and prodding, her palm continuing to move up and down against the the area where the child's immature clit was hidden away. Continuing her conversation on the telephone, she was sorry to hear that Robert had suffered a recent string of personal disappointments. "Aww, poor baby," she said to him in a comforting voice. "Do you wanna come over and talk about it? I wouldn't mind comforting an old friend over a drink or two. And you only live a couple blocks down the road." After a few minutes of gentle persuasion she said, "Wonderful, I'll see you in just a little while." Then she replaced the handset in its cradle and returned her full attention to the girl in her lap. Removing her other hand from between the child's legs she popped the tip of her middle finger into her mouth and savored the taste of the girl's sweet pussy. "My goodness, aren't you just the most delicious thing?" she said playfully. "Unfortunately, I have a friend coming to visit very shortly, so I don't have time to further appreciate your flavor. I've got to get dressed, and I need to put you away." The girl's eyes grew questioningly wide as she wondered what Anja meant by that, but the woman didn't explain. Instead she reached over to the nightstand and pulled open a small drawer. She reached inside and withdrew a black cloth eye mask, then sat up again and turned the girl's confused face to meet hers. Without a word she pulled the strap of the simple blindfold around the girl's head and tugged the mask into place over her eyes, making sure that she child couldn't see out the corners. When she had the girl's eyes properly covered she released her, letting the girl fall back on the mattress, while Anja slid to the floor. She stepped around the bed and lifted the part of the blanket that was draped across the front, revealing a large, brass handle. Gripping the handle she gave a tug, and a slender drawer opened up, lightly padded with dark red quilted cloth along the bottom. The drawer was about five feet long when fully extended, and wide enough accommodate a small child, which what exactly what it was for. Anja stood up straight again and lifted the bound, naked girl from her mattress, lowering her without comment into the compartment. Then she leaned over the drawer and lowered her face to meet the girl's own, and she gave the child's cheek a lewd lick from the bottom of her chin, over the gag's strap and all the way up to her ear. The girl squirmed beneath her, but the width of the drawer didn't allow much movement beyond helpless wriggling. After making sure that the girl wasn't too uncomfortable laying on her hands, Anja stood up again and pushed on the drawer with her toes, sliding it closed again. She pulled the blanked back down over the handle and went to her closet to throw something on quickly before her friend arrived. It was a good three hours later when Anja closed the front door after bidding her friend goodbye. She sat back down in her rocking chair and slowly sipped what was left of the cocktail in her glass, relaxing as the afternoon sun shone through the window and fell upon her face. She took her time finishing the drink, enjoying the mild buzz of alcohol as it spread across her body, soothing her muscles. What a relaxing day this was turning out to be. It was several moments before her thoughts turned to the little girl she had left in her bedroom. She wondered if the child was behaving herself, a thought that made her giggle. It wasn't like the girl could do anything else, all bound and locked away as she was. Still, Anja was pleased that she hadn't heard a peep out of the girl during the hours she had left her alone. It was a very good sign. Anja had a knack for spotting potential playthings, those with a naturally submissive, obedient streak. Once again it looked like she had picked a winner. She wondered how long she'd keep the girl. Her last pet had been able to amuse her for several years before Anja grew bored with him. It wasn't his fault, really. She certainly couldn't say that he hadn't tried to please her. But sometimes the old saying rang true. Familiarity breeds contempt. In the end, Anja had sold the young man to a farm upstate, a very private facility that collected, trained, and bred human beings like animals. Her pet hadn't wanted to go, of course. But his desires weren't very important to Anja. He was just property to her. Besides, she had been paid quite handsomely by the farm's caretakers. As far as she was concerned, it was an elegant solution to the problem of how to dispose of unwanted flesh. Finally finishing her drink, she stood up once more, straightening the short skirt she was wearing, and walked back down the hallway to her bedroom once more. She opened the door and flicked on the light switch, then crossed to the foot of the bed. She lifted the cream-colored blanket till the brass handle was exposed again, and gripped it with her bare toes. Giving it a slow pull she eased the drawer open. The girl remained inside, of course. She had turned a bit onto her side, her naked little body slightly bent, though the drawer was far too narrow to allow her to curl up. From the sound of the child's slow, deep breathing, Anja guessed that she had fallen to sleep waiting for the woman to return. Anja smiled. She would have to make sure that the next time she locked the girl away she gave her something to pay attention to so she wouldn't be allowed to drift off like that. Anja decided that she should get ready for the girl before she woke her up. Leaving the drawer open, she stepped over it and headed for her closet. When she arrived, she pushed her short skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Then she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Finally she slipped out of her plain white bra and dropped it on top of the rest of the clothing. She never wore panties, so there wasn't anything else to take off. Naked again she walked to her nightstand and opened the cabinet beneath the drawer, reaching in and feeling around the bundle of objects she kept at her bedside, finally closing her fingers around what she was looking for. It was a black dildo attached to leather straps that she could use as a harness. The phallic toy was about ten inches long, reasonably but not unrealistically thick, and it was heavily detailed to resemble a natural, erect human penis. She pulled the straps of the harness over her legs and cinched them around her waist and the tops of her thighs, securing the dildo into place. Then she hopped back to the foot of her bed once more, the large rubber cock bouncing obscenely in front of her. She knelt beside the drawer and reached out, gently laying her hand upon the sleeping girl's shoulder. Giving her a little shake, she saw the child stir, stretching herself out along the length of the drawer, and as she awoke Anja scooped her up and lifted her bodily from her resting place, depositing her on top of the bed. She closed the drawer again with her toes and stood in front of the child, watching her stir and finally sit up, her hands still bound securely behind her, her lips spread around the gag, her eyes covered by the sleeping mask. After waiting a few moments for the girl to completely awaken and remember where she was, Anja spoke. "You were very good during the time I left you in my drawer, girl. You have pleased me. So, as a reward, I'll allow you to try to please me even more." The girl lifted her face toward Anja's voice, and the woman reached down over her head, pulling the blindfold from her eyes and tossing it onto the bed. "You do have pretty eyes, girl." She rummaged around on the bed until she found the small metal key that had fallen out of the delivery box earlier that morning, and she used it to unlock the padlock that secured the strap holding the black gag in place. Then she unbuckled the strap and gently pulled the penis-gag from the girl's mouth, knowing how sore her jaw must be after all these hours. Tossing the gag on the bed behind the girl, she caressed the child's cheek with her thumb, and rubbed it across her lower lip, collecting the substantial amount of drool that had run down toward her chin as the gag was removed. She brought the thumb to her lips, enjoying the taste of the girl's drool, sucking her thumb playfully as she stared down at her plaything. All the while, the girl's eyes had been fixed on the fat tip if Anja's strap-on, watching it move up and down as Anja had removed the gag. Anja caught her staring and smiled. "I am guessing you've never seen one of these before, have you?" The girl looked up at Anja's face and shook her head no. The woman shrugged her shoulders matter-of-factly and said, "Well you are going to get a good look at one today, girl. This is one of the many objects I like to use when playing with my toys. Its called a dildo, and I use it to fuck my toys. You know what fucking is, don't you?" The girl shook her head again, though Anja could tell she had heard the word before but was too ashamed to admit it. "Fucking is when a man puts his cock inside a woman's pussy or her ass." She saw the girl's eyes grow wide, but still looking confused. "Which of those words didn't you understand?" The girl blushed a little as she said, "...cock..." in a half whisper. "Well I know you have heard of the word, girl," she reminded the child. "Remember when I said that the gag I put in your mouth was shaped like the end of a cock?" The girl thought for a second, then nodded. "I'll tell you what the word means now. A cock is that thing that a man has in between his legs instead of a vagina. It looks like this," she said as she grabbed the base of her strap-on dildo. "At least its supposed to look like this, unless a man has a tiny cock, in which case he's useless for fucking." The girl was growing redder by the moment, no doubt imagining what Anja was describing. "This," she said, directing the girl's gaze back to her rubber phallus, "is my cock. I am going to use it on you, because it gives me pleasure. You might enjoy it too, but I really don't care if you do or not. Your desires aren't important any longer. I am the only thing that matters in your life anymore. Do you understand?" The girl hesitated for a moment before nodding her head slowly and saying, "...yes..." in that same half-whisper. Anja crossed her arms, giving the child a stern look. "I told you to address me as Miss, girl. I also told you that I do not like having to repeat myself. You have disappointed me twice with a single word. When I ask you a question, you are to answer by saying 'Yes Miss' or 'No Miss'. Do you understand?" The girl answered quickly this time, obviously not wanting to disappoint Anja a third time, and said "Yes Miss," louder and more clearly. Anja allowed herself to smile briefly at the girl. "That is more like it, girl," she said. "But because you have disappointed me I will need to punish you. Punishments are how you will learn to behave like a proper possession." She saw the first stirrings of panic blossoming in the girl's eyes. This made her smile again. "Get down on the floor, girl," she commanded, stepping away from the edge of the bed. She waited for the girl to climb down, unable to use her bound hands, and then told her to kneel. "I want you on your knees in front of me now. You will always remain on your knees unless told to do otherwise." The girl moved to her knees and looked up at the woman looming over her, with the large rubber cock pointing at her face. "Open your mouth now, and keep it open until I give you permission to close it." The girl obeyed instantly, letting her mouth fall open wide, still looking up at Anja, waiting to find out what was going to happen to her next. "Very good," said Anja, and she reached down, gathering the child's hair in her hand. She collected a fistful and pulled the child's head toward her while, at the same time, she used her free hand to guide the tip of her rubber cock to the girl's bright red lips. The girl didn't squirm at all, and Anja approved of this. She liked it when her toys, even nervous, confused little toys like this girl, did their best to please her. It meant that no matter how stupid or inexperienced they were, they could be trained. Slowly, she eased the head of the cock past the girl's lips. Its mushroom head was considerably larger than the penis-gag the child had been wearing for the last several hours, but the girl still didn't resist the invasion. Anja continued to push forward with her hips until the tip of her dildo was pressed flush against the back of the child's throat, and the girl started to gag, squirming in Anja's grip for the first time. "Don't you dare try to pull away from me, girl. This is your punishment, and you will take it or I will be forced to think of something worse to do to you." The girl's eyes widened and little tears began to form at their corners, but Anja could tell that she was trying to relax and obey. Anja smiled. Gripping the girl's hair tighter in her fist, she pulled her head forward, hard. The child began to choke in earnest as the head of the cock was forced into the opening of her throat. "Swallow, girl, and this will be easier for you." As Anja gave the girl this advice, she shoved her hips forward, and the black dildo sank an inch deeper past the girl's lips. As Anja watched the girl begin to panic, her own arousal began to build up between her naked thighs. She loved fucking a virgin throat, the feeling of forcing something open that was never designed to be used like this, the way they always eventually lost control, no matter how hard they tried to keep it in order to make her happy. She pushed her hips forward again, keeping a firm grip on the child's hair, managing to bury much more than half of the rubber cock in the girl's mouth and throat before she started thrashing, and Anja's free hand gripped the front of the child's bulging neck. "That's right, girl," she said as she looked into the girl's eyes, watching tears run down over her quickly reddening face. "I am in control. I own you, and you are mine to do with as I please." The child's body began to heave and shake uncontrollably as total panic overwhelmed her. "Stop it!" commanded Anja, and she began to squeeze the throat. The girl tried, Anja could tell, to stop squirming, but as Anja forced even more of the thick phallus down the girl's throat, her body continued to convulse on its own. Anja knew that the child's air supply was completely cut off now, and her face began to turn purple. The woman let the girl choke for another ten or fifteen seconds before she decided the child had learned the lesson she was attempting to teach her. Quickly she pulled back, shoving the child's head in the other direction and releasing her grip on the girl's hair. Instantly the child doubled over, gasping and retching, trying to take in as much oxygen as her little body could absorb. Anja let her, waiting for the girl to regain control of herself, and after a couple of minutes the girl succeeded, her sharp gasps turning into even breaths, her face slowly returning to its normal, pale countenance, Eventually child sat up again, unable to wipe the drool from her lips and chin because of her bound wrists, and instead it ran down over the front of her naked chest. Anja stepped to the side of the room and grabbed a box of tissues. Pulling out a fistfull at once, she started cleaning the mess from her fake cock, then knelt down in front of her girl. Tilting the child's chin back with one hand, she used the wet tissues to wipe the saliva from her mouth. She dabbed tenderly at the girl's chin and gently rubbed the tissues down her chest, finishing up. "Punishment is over now, girl. I hope you learned something. You are far too cute for me to want to do you any permanent damage. But I expect you to obey me. More than that, I expect you to be perfect for me. I know you'll fail, but I'd like to see how close you can get." She leaned forward and deposited a soft kiss upon the girl's forehead. "Now that that's over, we can do what I'd planned for when I woke you up in the first place. I'm going to teach you how to fuck." The girl opened her eyes wider when Anja told her that she was about to be "fucked" for the first time. Anja was amused by her expression, a mix of panic and fear and a tinge of curiosity. The woman lifted the child to her feet, guiding her by the shoulder back onto her mattress. "Up you get, girl. Lay here and wait for me." She watched for a moment as the girl climbed with difficulty back up onto the high bed, the action made awkward by the fact of her bound wrists. Then Anja left her, heading into the adjoining bathroom. Anja opened the cabinet beneath her bathroom sink where she kept a number of amusing liquids and compounds. She had a special connection with a chemist about fifty miles away who specialized in creating non-toxic oils and jellies that had unique and sometimes uncomfortable properties. There was a body oil that went on cool and then slowly set every nerve in the recipient's skin positively on fire. This was a favorite method of hers when she wished to torture a toy without making a mess. The way they thrashed and screamed as she continued to apply the oil, not allowing the sensation to fade, she found that absolutely delicious. There were other oils that had slight numbing properties, which allowed Anja to be a bit rougher with a toy without risking his or her passing out from shock or pain. One of her very favorites, however, and the one that she was looking for at the moment, was a rather unique concoction. It stimulated the pleasure nerves wherever it made contact, but only when pain was applied to the target. If she covered a toy in this oil, the person would feel everything that was done to it in all its excruciating glory, but as the pain grew more and more severe, so would the stimulus of the pleasure nerves. This had the practical effect of turning even the most inexperienced or reluctant subject into a pain-slut, at least as long as the oil's stimulus lasted. It would be perfect for this particular encounter. Anja returned to the side of her bed, looking down over her girl as she lay stretched out across the mattress. The child was very nervous to look at, squirming a little bit in her cuffs, biting her lower lip. But she didn't make a noise. Anja was pleased by this. If her new girl was going to make any noises at all, it would be her, Anja, who forced them out of the girl. Without comment, she popped the cap on the bottle of special oil, slowly drizzling it across the length of her thick black rubber cock, working it evenly over the surface with her fingers. Soon the dildo was glistening wet, and Anja climbed up onto the bed beside the girl. The child followed her movements with wide eyes, her flat chest lifting and falling as the girl tried to take calming breaths. The woman moved to the girl's feet, and she reached down to grab her ankles and spread them evenly apart. "Don't try to hide that pretty pussy from me, girl. It belongs to me just like the rest of you, now." She leaned forward and cupped the girl's bald pussy in her oil-slick palm, massaging what was left on her fingers into the girl's sensitive flesh. Immediately the puffy sex lips took on a more pinkish hue. They were already being stimulated slightly by the chemicals in the oil. Anja knew that the girl would be feeling a coolness spreading out from between her legs. Anja gave the ointment a moment to take, then without warning she lifted her palm and brought it back down again, hard, across the child's labia, giving her a harsh slap. The child's eyes went wide and she let out a soft yelp, more out of surprise than anything else. Anja simply smiled and slapped again, this time harder. She knew that the second blow would really sting, and this was her objective. She wanted the child to hurt for her, partly because it amused Anja to see her squirm, and partly because it would stimulate the effects of the oil on her pleasure nerves. The girl took the second blow as well as she might, biting her lips together to muffle a loud whimper. Anja didn't wait for her to recover before delivering a third blow. Now the puffy sex lips were turning a cherry red. The girl began to squirm even more, and Anja knew that it wasn't just pain she was feeling now. The oil would have started delivering pleasure waves with the pain, and Anja imagined that this must be quite a difficult mix of sensations for the ten year old girl to try to cope with. "Hold still, girl," Anja told her. She knew it would be nearly impossible for the girl to comply now, especially after Anja delivered a fourth and a fifth blow in rapid succession across her tender little child-cunt. Sitll she enjoyed watching the inner turmoil played out across the small, naked body, as the girl both tried and failed to obe her. After one last, harsh slap to the top of the girl's immature mound, she grabbed the child beneath her knees and lifted her legs up into the air. "Now I am going to fuck you, girl. You have my permission to make as much noise as you like. No one will be able to hear you from in here." With that pronouncement, Anja pushed the girl's legs up higher, folding her nearly in half, and exposing her tiny girl-cunt most appealingly. Anja didn't wait. She lunged forward with her round hips, her aim impeccable as the tip of the wet rubber dildo pushed the girl's labia apart and sank almost without slowing into her vaginal opening. Anja loved popping a girl's cherry, especially a young girl like this. Sometimes she'd do it slowly, drawing out the pain and the pleasure of the moment as long as she could. Now, however, she simply thrust brutishly forward into the girl, forcing her tunnel to accept as much of Anja's black rubber cock as she cared to give, and Anja cared to give it all. The girl cried out loudly when Anja first penetrated her, grabbing the blanket below her in tight little fists and kicking her feet above her head. The sound drove Anja on, and she pulled back only to thrust again, harder, grinding her pelvis against the child. The girl's whimpering and crying increased with every push of Anja's hips, and tears were quickly streaming down her cheeks from her wide, pain-filled eyes. Anja had no intention of slowing down, of course. She met the little girl's gaze, locking eyes with her as she kept pumping away, the base of the strap-on grinding against her own clit, making her more aroused by the second. After a minute or two of vigorous fucking, Anja noticed a change in the pitch and intensity of the girl's whimpering. She knew that the oil was having its effect on the girl's vaginal walls. The pain Anja was giving the child was now cut with the pleasure of the oil's stimulation, and it must be flooding the girl's mind with conflicting reactions. Anja knew from experience that the more she used the girl this way, the more the girl would begin to crave it. Eventually the special oil wouldn't be necessary. The child would be conditioned to feel pleasure whenever Anja hurt her. This was one of the reasons that the woman preferred to aquire her properties when they were so young. Their minds were still so malleable. Anja took a momentary break from her exertions, slowing her thrusting hips to a languid pace. As she rocked her hips more gently against the girl's, she leaned forward to press her lips against the child's own, open mouth. The girl was a little too shocked by the sensations wracking her small body to respond immediately, but after a moment of deep kissing, Anja felt the girl's own lips and tongue beginning to react. They shared this softer, passionate moment for several minutes, the little girl's eyes closing, Anja keeping her own locked upon the girl. Then, with her mouth still locked over the child's, she began to pick up the pace once again, taking her more roughly than before. Anja's hips begain to pound against the child's, her thick black rubber cock pistoning into the girl's gaping sex so rapidly that Anja's hips were almost a blur. The girl began to whimper and cry again, this time directly into Anja's mouth, and this just encouraged the woman to be more savage. Suddenly the child's eyes flew open, and her little body grew stiff beneath Anja's own, and Anja knew that the girl was beginning to climax. Anja didn't slow her assault, moving her hips in circles as she thurst in and out, sending waves of pain and pleasure shooting up from between the girl's skinny legs to wash over her body. As the girl's whimpers turned to moans of lust, Anja's own cunt erupted with juices, drenching the blanket beneath them both as the woman orgasmed hard on top of the child. Finally Anja's hips slowed again, and eventually she stopped. Keeping most of her artificial cock's length buried in the little girl's cunt, she turned the child onto her side, cuddling up next to her smaller body and slowly licking her childish face like a cat. "That was very nice, girl," said Anja. She wanted the girl to know she'd pleased her. She wanted to make sure that the child associated sex with obedience and pleasing he new owner. "You are turning out to be a real catch. If you continue to please me, I might just have to give you a name...eventually." With that, she allowed her eyes to close, wrapping her arms tight around the still-panting child. email me at andreadarling@outlook.com thanks for reading :)