Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Kind of a continuation of some of the characters from \Parent
Directory/Gdom, which is more for character development to explain how she
got here.  There's a lot more overt Bondage, Discipline, Domination,
Submission, Sadism, and Masochism, overt and explicit here because of it.

   Also, consent is more overlap than outright Rape, or Safe/Sane informed
Consent.  With some aspects of Coercive Mind Control to boot.  It's
borderline abusive, but at least Mutually abusive?  Trigger warnings in
chapter heads where appropriate.  The character code G represents "Big
Girl," meaning at the cusp of puberty, but still too emotionally immature,
and sub-sexual to really count as an f, regardless of age.  (Some may be in
the G stage as late as 13-14, with severely enough retarded maturation.)

   Leitmotif: Elvis Costello - Miss Macbeth (Spike: The Beloved
Entertainer.) No longer subconscious, to hear her tell it, it was playing
on the PA.

   Phoebe {fG Mole.}

   "Huh!" Bopping along to the 90s pop...

   My mistress told me what to look for in a girl, and I was just shopping
Walmart for something to wear for her, when I saw one of them: Curiosity,
she was in the bra section, alone, and looked about age 9.  Well, make that
2: Girls ages 9-14.
Obviously she wasn't going to need a bra for at least a couple years,
and she was over on the busty side of the aisle.  She may never need the

padded 44Ds she was fingering the lacy trim on.  "You lost?"

   "Uh?" she jumped, and pulled her hands away.  Didn't even look around,
embarrassed.

   "It's okay," I came around, and nodded.  Leaning back on the end cap, I
raised my chest, and took a deep breath, so her eyes locked on the highly
visible imprint of my 32Cs.  I lowered my voice, 'i won't tell anyone.'
Next: agree to a secret.  "Where's your folks?"

   She shrugged, but didn't look up.  "Iao?"

   "Oh, not that you're too young to come here by yourself.  You got a
training bra yet?" She shook her head, eyes locked.

   "Well, come on, then." I bent over, to give her a nice flash down the
low neck of my summer top, "How much money you got?" I took her hand, and
led her off to the summer department.

   "Uh," she looked up, finally to my face.  I smiled, and winked, so she
looked away.

   "Broke, too?" She nodded, "Well, I have a little extra money." she'd
reimburse me, and loaned me a card for, expenses.  "Let's get you fitted
first." I stopped by the changing rooms for a tape, and unrolled it on the
way to Jr.  Misses.  "You know your dress size?"

   "Are you," she pointed to the peach bustier I got from the aisle I found
her one, "Going to get that?"

   "I thought I'd try it on," plastic rhinestones, in rainbow colors, not
really my thing but, she seemed to like it.  Maybe for Pride?  I think I'm
pretty much done with my growth spurts.  "Hhm!  Let's find you something to
wear too, it'll be fun!" And another one: Make it a game, or emulate a
common game.  Like Lava, Hide&Seek, or Dressup!  I still love dressup, that
and boredom brought me here in the first place.

   "7?" she guessed.  In girls, I don't have the charts memorized, or
available in the racks, but I have a phone.

   "First, stand up straight." she nodded.  Also: Make her comfortable with
physical contact, well that usually comes after nudity, but I flashed her
my bust, and her cheeks appled up beautifully.  Speaking of which, her
bottom puffed out the back of her tights.  No modesty skirt, her skirt
barely hung down over it.  So, I could see most of it swell over the tops
of her thighs.  "Hold still," the other end at the top of her head, and
down to the floor.  "Fifty two inches." I pulled the middle tight at the
small of her back, "Now your spine length."

   "Uh?" This time, I pressed the plastic tape deeper, down the bones, and
between the cheeks holding out the tight stretchy fabric to feel for the
point of her spine.

   "This is an important measurement, so try to stand as straight as you
can.  Okay, now rock your hips," feeling her but, I bit my lip, "Mhm, and
try to lift from your chest, so your spine pulls as straight as possible."
I was heating up, feeling this little girl, in public, a complete stranger,
and getting away with it.  "Fifteen inches, fifteen and a half." She
relaxed, "Good!  You're tall," next: Make her feel older, and beautiful. 
"You done any modeling?" Always, at every opportunity, this is big girl
stuff, and you are beautiful.  "You're certainly beautiful enough." Why you
talk to them like an adult, no kiddy talk, use big words, better she opens
up and asks questions than feels condescended.  That's what her parents do,
or the good ones.  Repress anything grownup, or remotely sexual, while
surrounded by a world that sexualizes you at every turn.  She blushed, and
looked away.  "Now, turn around.  Huh!" While I was down there, but my
manipulations pulled the stretchy fabric tight, in front.  I felt the
pantielines, but now standing over me, I got a distracting look at her pink
covered puff.  "MHM?" my face real hot now, I forced myself to look at the
tape.  "SNH!" Nothing yet, but it's not like I just, buried my nose in her
cameltoe, right there between the racks of tweenage clothing.  "Twenty
nine," I slipped up to her waist, "And, twenty two, and" up her sides to
her ribs.

   "Hihn!" she squirmed.

   "That tickle?" She nodded, lit up like a French whore.  "Sorry, now hold
still." I indexed across her nipples, and pulled the tape tight in front.
"Twenty seven inch bust." She looked up, grinning ear to ear.  "Good,' she
likes that word," so I got out my phone, and Wikimobled [Junior Petite
Dress Sizes] to scroll down for the chart.  "Mhm,.." swiped up, and down,
to compare Junior Petite, and Girls, of course she's somewhere between
those, and the Spine measurement is supposed to be waist to shoulder, but
that was an excuse to feel down between her cheeks.  "Huh!" All I really
needed was her 'bust' size, I can pull 27 flat right off the rack, but
where's the fun in that?

   "Are you a model?" I glanced over, at her admiring my face.

   "Well, I'm taking classes," I nodded, "And I've done some private
modeling, but I'm not professional yet." Good, she worked it into the
conversation herself.  "You busy?" She shook her head, "Well, I can take
you to see my," mistress, "Mentor, when we're done." Should be getting off
soon.  If you know what I mean.  "Here,' I picked a nice one off the rack,
"Let's go try this one on." Leading her by the hand, it helps her to act as
comfortable as possible, but also in public, we're just friends, maybe best
friend of her older sister, if not stepsisters.  It doesn't look out of the
ordinary, especially for me, unless you act creepy or suspicious.

   "I'm Phoebe."

   "You work here?" She noticed I had a key for the fitting room.

   I shrugged and put them back in my purse.

   "It's my day off." The real step 1 is to find a job with access, and
training.  I don't have the experience to run my own modeling studio.  Yet.
"Now, go ahead and take your shirt off," I untucked my top, but I was
already burning up.  "Huh!" She bent over, to set it on a chair, and I
didn't bend down to pat, rub, and squeeze her tight little bottom while I
was reaching back to unhook my bra.

   "Uh!" I dropped it over her shoulder.

   "Can you hand me that?" I checked the 3 way, in between the open stalls
at the end, raised my nice young perky breasts, rocked my hips to pull my
toned midriff tight, and relax the small of my back, and turned my
shoulders skew to strike a pose for maximum effect.

   "HhH!" Her eyes bulged, holding up the plastic studded bustier. 
"Thanks!" I started adjusting it, to try it on.  But she was in awe, and
now the warmth was definitely turning into heat, which spread all the way
down my abs, and between my legs.  "Mh!" I reached back to hook it, felt my
fingertips around under the side straps, and cupped the silly mirrored
plastic bubbles to set them in place.  'huh!" Shivered a little from
goosebumps popping out over my shoulders, and down my triceps.

   "It looks," silly, and childish, "Great!"

   "Come here," and shove your head up my snatch to the neck, "Let me show
you how to put this on." I picked up the trainer, knowing now's not the
time and place, at work, with all these people around, so I can't yell and
moan as loud as I want, but I managed to get it over her arms, and
shoulders.  She tried to cup nothing, and push up, like she saw me,
adjusting the bustier but she's right about a Tanner 2.  Barely lumps
behind her nipples, enough to plump the soft pink luscious strawberries out
to tiny cones.  "You like it?" I held her shoulders in front of the mirror,
and she tried the Poise I showed her with the tape down her shoulder.  Ooh,
her slightly bulging tummy even flattened a little, from her rocking her
hips.  "Huh!" I had to get her out of here, before i tore off those
matching tights, and gagged her with her on panties.

   "Huh?" She twisted, trying to look over her shoulder where I pulled the
tag off.  "Uh huh?"

   No security device, "Well, go put your top on," I grabbed my shear
seethrough top, and unhooked the bustier.  It had a security device, but I
didn't want it.  She liked it, and it was a great excuse to stare at my
tits.  "Well?" I reluctantly dropped the cami over my bra, "Put it on?"

   "Oh," she looked down at the plain teeshirt still in her hands, and
shrugged into it.

   "I'll meet you out front." I dropped the bustier in the bin, and the
hangers, then just walked out.  Walmart, I locked up too, but they can take
the $14.99 hit to their global revenues, if they don't want us stealing
from them, they should pay us enough to afford it.

   Now that we're outside, I can talk more candidly.  "Wow," she stared,
"You really like my boobs, huh?" She looked up, "It's okay," I scrubbed her
hair, "I like people looking.  Why I wear a red bra under a shear white
camisole." She blushed, "You like girls?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "And women?" Almost to the end of the parking lot.  The problem with
places like Walmart is, you have lots of cover, but so does everyone.  So,
they can just walk by, and hear you talking to a little girl about sex. 
They can't see you, and even if they did, I was just taking her
measurements, and helping her pick out clothes.  Now that we're past the
cars, I can say whatever I want, but can't touch her in any way that looks
sexual.  Now it's time for 20 questions.  I put my arm around her.  "And
boys?" She shrugged, "You like boys too?"

   "I don't really, know any," she opened up, "Except my brother, but. 
He's like my brother, you know?"

   "Well, I don't.  I'm a lesbian," good, she didn't shrink away.  "So, I
like girls, and women."

   "You're a teenager." She nodded.

   "And you're in 6th grade?" Elementary, obviously, but guessing the
highest grade is a compliment, and assumes she'll be going to middleschool
next year.

   "4th," she shook her head.

   "Did you get held back?  I mean, at your age." I grinned.

   "I'm only nine."

   "Really?" I stopped, and looked her over, when she turned around. 
"Well, sorry, you're just, so tall, and developed.  Huh!  Some girls start
early, so I just assumed you're at least eleven." Make her feel older [x]

   "You think, I could be gay too?" She looked up.  Just the right height,
they're right there, on display, and she definitely has no problem looking
at tits.

   "Well,that's how you find out.  You like girls, and don't really care
about boys, but," I pretended to think, "Hm, thing is in 4th grade, the
boys don't like girls, right?" She shook her head, "So, the best way to
figure it out is to delve deeper, into what you think about."

   "Boobs," she pointed.

   "You think about them," I looked around, "A lot?" There's the drainage,
better get her out of sight if she's going to point like that.  Straight
ahead, but they felt they're swelling with her attention, and I definitely
wanted to encourage her more.  "Come on," I jogged down the cement ramp. 
"Don't be scared, I'll catch you." She just sat down, and inched her feet
back and forth under her.  It took a while, but I waited." Here," I took
her hands so she could stand up, and step down.

   "Where are we going?'

   "A friend's house.  She runs a modeling agency, so I kind of help out,
finding fresh beautiful faces, and tall bodies.  You understand, their
standards are high, but you fit them to a T!"

   "You really think I could model?"

   "Oh yeah, you're perfect, but it's not just looking pretty.  You have to
learn."

   "Oh, okay!" The best line, ever.  Just don't start with it, guys. 
That's creepy, you want to slowly work it into the conversation.

   "Um," I stopped, and looked at her, "You have sex," she looked away,
"With girls?"

   I nodded, "And women, that's what lesbian means." she nodded, "Why, do
you think about sex, with girls?"

   She covered her privates, and squirmed.  "Well, boobs mostly."

   "When you play with yourself?" She looked up, guilty.  "It's all right,
everyone does it.  I started when I was much younger then you." She
relaxed.

   "Oh, I been," she looked away, "Doing it, a while."

   "Really?  How long?"

   "I don't know," she shrugged, "A few years?  I don't remember, but." she
sighed, "My mom showed me.  You know, how to wipe, when you pee?" I nodded.
"Well, huh!  That feels really good, so," half shrug, "You know."

   I nodded, "You don't just wipe, when you pee."

   "I kind of have to."

   "Pee?" She shook her head, "Play with yourself?" We're almost to the
bridge, or where the street goes over the drainage.  She didn't even nod,
but she wasn't just covering herself.  She was holding her crotch.  Pretty
tight, it looked like.  "Me too," I turned, "Come on." Almost there.  "You
don't mind, if I touch you too."

   "Uh," she caught up, "You think, I could." she shook her head,
"Nevermind."

   "You want to touch my tits?"

   She looked up, not scared, ashamed, or anything but excited.  "Can I!?"
She grinned.

   "Oh yeah," I stopped, out of the sun, far enough back I couldn't even
see anyone.  And pulled off my camisole.  "Here," I turned back, "You know
how to take a bra off?" She started trying.  I just shut up, and got my
hands under my skirt.  God, I was moist!

   ;

   Petra {Gf Saph Tits Grop Publ Mole Cons.}

   She said I need a model name, and I liked "Petra." It sounded Russian.

   "Uh!" it was like a grunt, when I finally got it unhooked.  I reached
right around, and grabbed them.  "Huh!" She pulled her arms out, and I
grabbed them again, but her arms went over mine, so she could play with
herself.  They were soft, like I always imagined, but lighter?  I always
imagined, they would feel heavy?  But they don't.

   "Like this?"

   "Yeah," she talked, a lot, but now she didn't say much of anything.  So,
I just kept feeling, and turned to hug my head on her back.  "Here," she
let go, and turned around.  Backing up to the cement wall, she dropped her
bra, and bit her lip.  "You can't touch them, and yourself at the same
time. So," she looked down, and pulled out the front of my tights.

   "Uh!" I nodded, but she had her other hand in her underpants too.  The
skirt was up in front, but it didn't get in the way.  I felt up them, so
they pushed higher, like they're still in the bra.  I tried to be the bra,
but my hands weren't as big.  "You want to kiss them."

   I nodded, and moved my hand, so her big pink nipple was over the V of my
thumb.  "Smq,"

   "Huh!" She pulled her fingers out, both of our underwear, and switched
hands.  So her's were wet.

   "Mhm!" She shivered, then she started feeling again.

   "MmnhH!" I could feel her hum on my lips!  Oh yeah, she's got another
nipple too, so I let go, and grabbed it with both hands to hold it.  Kiss
it, suck it hard, the first one was already, but I felt it soft first, then
hard, then hotter, and hotter.

   "HuhHhH!" I had to take a breath.  Nobody ever touched me before, or
nobody else.  So, I always had to think about what I was doing, and boobs,
but now I had boobs, and didn't have to think about anything.  Her touching
me, or how that made me feel, so when it came, it didn't even sneak up on
me.  Just POW!  I didn't even know what hit me until I started shaking, and
tingling all over.  She looked down, and my eyes were as wide as her mouth,
until she bent over, I closed my eyes, and stopped grinning and her tongue
snaked in, and her finger kept tickling my wart.  "Hm, hihimn!" I shook so
hard, I thought I'd fall down, but I didn't.  My knees didn't even got out,
like I was waiting for them to, but it never lasted this long.  I always
had to stop, but she didn't, and her boobs on my shoulders, and her tongue
in my mouth, and her wet fingertip tickling just made me tingle more and
more and she hugged under my arm, her fingers slipped into my armpit until
I finally fell limp to catch me.

   "OoauhH!" My head just fell back to moan.  "Oh god, yahahahahah!" She
finally stopped so I could breathe, or start to.  "H hi hih hihn!" I
shivered.  She just bent, and I felt myself sinking lower, the front of my
tights snapping made me jump.  "Ooh!" I lay back in the dirt, and couldn't
drift off, or move, I was too excited and I didn't want to miss a second of
this feeling slowly slipping away, until I could breathe.  "Uh!  How many
times was that?"

   She shrugged, grinning.  "Once?  Amillion?  Kinda hard to count when
they all happen at once?'

   "Yeah!" that, exactly like that!  She picked up her camisole, and put it
on, just stuffed her bra in her purse.  I was so satisfied for now, but we
could talk again.  "Did you get off, too?"

   She shrugged, "That was foreplay," she grinned, and her eyebrows went
back and forth until it made me giggle.  "It takes a lot more for me, now,
but that just makes it even better.  You'll learn, as you get older."

   ;

   Phoebe {fG Mole Expo...  mM Voye NS}

   "Agui!" I looked at some Mexicans, who apparently cut across the
concrete ditch, pointing.  Little Petra was gone, so I just kept
speedbagging her tiny blood filled hot button.  Whatever, it used to scare
me, but legal, or not, it sounds like a story in English, or Spanish.

   Yeah, we're going over that ditch by the frontage road after work, where
we saw this teenager molesting a little girl topless, and la nina was
screaming her pretty little head off!  I don't know what the Spanish for
yeah right is, or if it translates like that, but I take advantage.  Of
little girls, and the stereotypes that teenagers don't molest little girls
under bridges.  Just like virgins don't play with themselves, and can't get
off until puberty.  Bullshit, I don't even remember the first time I
diddled myself off, but I was a lot younger than 4th grade!  I've seen
babies masturbate in their diapers, and fingered them to orgasm before they
potty trained.  Infants don't have the coordination, or experience to
finger themselves off on their own, nor do they get wet without a little
help from a babysitter's tongue.  That's about it, but if guys are going to
make up all these myths about innocence, then we're going to keep taking
advantage of them until they wise up.  Or don't, that's more "Innocent"
little schoolgirls for the rest of us.

   Anyway, they stopped watching, and joking to eachother when I lay her
down, and started getting presentable enough to go out.  The bra actually
prints more than my bare tits, but I was super-hot now, and it was cool
under there until the sun hit my shoulders again.  1 less set of strap
lines from this exposure, I love the double strap look, so I have a lot of
them.  We could just walk down the culvert until we got to Coco's
neighborhood.

   "So," just to keep the mood, "You like to wipe, or fingers?"

   "I love your fingers!" she giggled, still giddy, and sunburn red.

   "Yeah, but you can tell a lot about a girl by How she plays with
herself, so tell me about it."

   "Well, like I said, I started out wiping after I pee, but I hit my
wart."

   "Oh yeah, and whatever you call them." Since the first stage is
naturally self exploration, we tend to cum up with our own terms.

   "Yeah, my wart." Got it, I nodded, "So, the toilet paper, well it kind
of hurt." Dry, rough, first contact, and the smallest ones are the most
sensitive.  That's really why I need more stimulation, it's relative growth
as much as experience.  "But I liked it, so I tried my fingers, and I wet
them."

   "With spit?"

   "Well, I learned that, but pee first." Goody!  Also, pee fetish is a lot
more common than not.

   "You like piss?"

   "Oh yeah!" No, she Loves it!  "So, like you said about what I call them?
Well, I played with pee, and my mom called it my pee pee, but that's why I
say Wart."

   "Yeah, if you call everything pea, pee, and pee pee, then what does
touch my P mean?"

   "Yeah!  Exactly." she nodded.  Did I mention lots, and lots of girls?

   "Can I see your pussy, when we get there?"

   "You bet!" I was thinking the same thing, it goes without saying I'm an
exhibitionist.  Look what she's wearing isn't just an excuse for rapists.
"So you like pussy?"

   "I bet I will, but I never got to see a real one before."

   "Porn?"

   She nodded, "I have a brother." Oh yeah, she mentioned that.

   "And you seen his penis?"

   "Yeah, he showed me, and everything." I just waited.  "He caught me, in
the bathtub.  I like it, because I can pee in there, then just take a
shower when I'm done." I nodded, "But I guess I forgot to lock the door,
cause no one else was home, and when he saw me, he decided to give me a
talk." she giggled, "I got one from him, years before my mom's."

   "And you didn't like it?"

   "The talk, and the porn," she nodded, "But not his.  Jerking off." she
shrugged, "He didn't make me look, and I didn't mind him watching me, so I
got the porn, and just held it up." she did an invisible one in front of
her face.  "So he could see me, but I didn't have to see his."

   "What about the dicks in the magazines?"

   "Well, it's mostly girls.  The ones he has have girls, and girls
together, as well as men and girls."

   "They all do, the straight guy's fascination with lesbians."

   "Really?" I nodded, "They don't believe girls do it.  Play with
ourselves, we're" quotey fingers, "Innocent," endquote, "So men make pron
for men, and boys.  That's why the girls in mainstream porn aren't
lesbians, or maybe some of them are bi, because lesbians don't make
mainstream porn, we can't even get hired."

   "Oh!" she figured something out, "So that's why they don't get hot?"

   "Exactly," I nodded, "And guys have no idea what female arousal looks
like, because girls in the porn they see are usually faking it."

   "What do you mean mainstream?"

   "Well, we make porn, of course, but lesbians make porn for lesbians, so
the guys can't see it." Especially the childporn.

   "Like childporn." she nodded.

   "What do you know about childporn?"

   "I don't know, nothing?  I heard about it on the news, but."

   "Well, we don't do childporn, and I suggest you don't until you're 18,
either." That's why I only do clothed, or live modeling for another 4
years. "It gives them an excuse to arrest you, so we won't be taking any
pictures of you, whether you want to, or not."

   She shrugged, "That's okay, I'd rather just have sex."

   I hugged her, "That's my girl," and she sighed beside me.

   "Um, so I can't have any pictures of you?"

   "Oh!" I kissed her head, "Of course you can, I'm a model, just none that
I'm naked in, or nothing.  Well, actually plenty of sexually provocative
stuff.  That's what I'm talking about, sexism works both ways, the intent
is to punish us, but just about everything can be used to our advantage
too. So, like in the store.  I can give you 8x10 prints in a bikini, but in
my underwear, that looks like porn.  That's the legal difference between
Porn, and Erotica.  Porn is bad, erotica is okay."

   ;

   Fashion {fG Expo Mast Piss Cunn Cons}

   "What's that?" It sounds raukus!

   "David Bowie," She put down her phone, "You want to play with yourself
while I model for you?"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "Here," he opened the shower, "Best seat in the house." Well, it had a
low shelf in the corner, but I just pulled off my tights, and shirt in the
bathroom, and got on the floor.

   "Go ahead, and get wet," she turned on the sink, and started changing.
"You want some help with the training bra?"

   "Hh!" It trickled out on my fingers, then I curled them under my fucking
hole when it turned into the gush.  "Hh!  I like it," I shook my head, and
slipped my fingertip in while it was still streaming.  "Hhn!" I pushed my
nail down, so the piss could trickle in before it ran out.  I always wanted
a bra, it almost felt like I had boobs, and my nipples were real hot in it.

   "Okay," she held up a couple hangers.

   "Nh!" a knuckle, I just nodded.  "Nh, nh!" I fucked it in, and out
again, wiggled, and scewed it around some more to loosen up.  I just wanted
to take her clothes off, but she danced, and posed, stripping for me,
slowly, and putting more back on.  I had to lift my palm off the fat on top
to slip my other fingers in over my wet wart.  "HhH!"

   "You pop your cherry yet?" I never realized how hard it is to talk, when
we're doing this, until I noticed she couldn't, either.  So, I just shook
my head.  "Nh uh!" I pulled out, to feel it, and "INH!" pushed it in hard
again.  "Hhn!" I closed my eyes, then remember to open them again.  She
really likes me to look at her, and I love it too, but it makes her real
hot.  "Oh!" I covered my mouth, then smelled my piss, and tasted it on my
fingers.  "Hh!"

   "What?" she looked down.  She just stood back up, from pulling down her
underpants.

   "Uh!" I popped my finger out, and panted to talk.  "Your hairs," she has
a real pussy, "Huh!  They're red!"

   "Yeah," she reached up to pull her black hair straight with her fingers.
"I'm goth, but.  Huh!" she rolled her eyes, "Not like, all black, every
day, and it helps sometimes to go out in a skirt, and camisole.  Gothic is
just a scene, but it's not the only scene, I'm a part of."

   "Fashion!"

   "Turn left!"

   "Fashion,"

   "Turn left."

   "Oohhhh," dununt.  "We are the goon squad and we're coming to town, beep
beep," I giggled, "Beep beep."

   "Nhihihn!  I like this song!"

   She pulled on another pair of panties.  White ones, and I guess I
pouted, I know I frowned.

   "Don't worry," she came in the shower with me, "Wanna see a trick?"

   She pulled the door shut, and squatted down.  So, I could see them puff
out, and she pulled them tight so they even wrinkled in between. 
"Hhhhhhn!" They went dark, then clear, and it started trickling out. 
Between my feet, I put them together, and stuck them out, so when it turned
into a stream with like a ripple on top, it fell all over them, and I
couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "HhhhhH!" I sank my finger in as far as it would go, but I saw it.  They
went dark, then clear.  Even with the golden flap of piss flowing, and
rippling out, I could see her pussy, and the ginger puff through the white
fabric as it started soaking up, and turning clear like shades being pulled
up in a window.  "Hah!" I just listened to it, spattering on the plastic
floor, and felt it running all over my feet and ankles.  It wasn't like,
the overwhelming excitement of her relentless fingering, but even just
thinking about that made the intense tingling running down between my
thighs, and up my body feel even better.

   "HhH!" I pulled it out, "UhN!" And spasmed.  "Come here," she walked up,
putting down her knees, and then on them so I could pull on her thighs, and
bring her pissy clear panties closer, and closer to my mouth.  "Mm!  SPHF!"
I sucked it right through them and licked my lips, then pulled at the
sides, to get them down her hips.  "Mh, yeah!" She held my head, so I could
kiss her bare.  "Awl, lmh!" She didn't have a wart, she had a wrinkly soft
blade of skin, like the stream coming back together through her panties,
and I sucked the piss off it.  "SLRPH!  SLUP!" It snapped back, so I went
lower, deeper, to lick and suck all the piss out I could get, until all I
could taste was her.  Her pussy, my nose damp from the dew of piss soaked
up from her panties, and I sniffed.  "Snh!" so they sucked up my nose, and
I couldn't smell anything else.

   "Yeah, you're a nasty pisslut, aren't you?"

   "Mhm!" I hummed into her clit.

   "HhH!" She shivered, like I did when I hummed on her nipples.

   "SHLWRK!"

   "HhH!  Huh!  Yeah, nh yeAH!" Her wet hole sucking at my chin, so I
licked down to taste her cumming, and feel it spasm around my tongue.

   "HOAUHHHH!" God she was loud in there "AUGH!" she let go, and sat down,
her panties coming out from under my chin, and stretched across my chest.
"Huhuh huh huh huh!" She hunched, over and over, and just held onto the
shelf over me.  "God, Fuck that got me off quick!" I just couldn't stop
grinning, the relief washed over my face, and even my hair like another
orgasm, only without the tingles.

   "Hihn!" I sighed under her, and just nodded, while she panted, and
caught her breath.

   The panties were ruined, ripped a bit at the seams in the sides, but she
just kicked them off.  I saved them, draped them over the bar for the
washcloths once I sucked out as much piss as I could.  "It's all right,"
she laughed," playing with the knobs.  "She buys them by the case."

   "Good, cause those are mine.  I can't take pictures of her home with me,
but her piss stained panties, once they dried?  I got many momentos of that
first day, but those are still my favorites, by far.

   ;

   Phoebe {fG NS Talk.}

   We got out and dried off.  Lots of giggling, and soapy tickles, but not
really interesting to read, or write about.  We got very familiar with
eachother's bodies, so I'd rather describe hers.  I love little girls,
literally, and figuratively.  "Well, I guess I'm gay too."

   "Oh," I shook my head, "I'm not gay."

   "But you're a lesbian." She's at that perfect starting point between a
girl, and starting to grow up.  So, she's still got that hard round tummy,
fat pouty lips, and mons, with skinny little arms, and legs, flat chest
aside from the nipples swollen out by the barest seeds of breast buds, and
perfect flawless hairless smooth child skin, pale to china white where the
sun don't shine.

   "Yes, but the concept of OR is a sexist tool.  You're gay or straight,
male or female, girl, or woman, slut, or prude, they only aknowledge the
extremes on either end while ignoring the countless points in between.  So,
gay is a sexuality.  Technically I'm bisexual, but I chose the identity of
a Lesbian, because while I'm sexually attracted to males too, they
typically ruin it with their personality." I turned her around, "Let me get
your back," And ass, which is the perfect firm double bubble of a child's
on noticible hips of a girl just starting down the path to becoming a
woman. That's what I like, about 9-14, because those are the years where I
can take their hand, and walk down that path with them.

   "So, you're bisexual, you're born that way, but lesbian is your
personality?"

   "Exactly." or close enough to what I figured out so far, "But that's
just a start, to me the most important axis is age.  First, and foremost,
I'm a pedarast, ephebaphile if you want to get technical, but I like to
start with children, so I can help you become women."

   "Oh!" she grinned, and nodded, so her cheeks flexted, and relaxed in my
unashamedly groping and squeezing soapy fingers.  "With me!"

   "Yeah.  We have to figure out what you are, but I love that the most. 
Your pissy little missy fetish!"

   "Yeah, call me pissy Missy!" She loves that.

   "Okay, pissy missy, and games.  I love to play, sex games, but it's not
about what we do as much as working it into our imaginations, and
pretending."

   "Ooh, that sounds fun!"

   "Yeah, you'll love it!  So, like we just started, I played the model for
Fashion."

   "That's the name of the game?"

   "Yeah, and I got so hot watching you watching me, and playing with your
pissy little slit."

   "Mh, yeah!"

   "You like dirty talk."

   "Yeah, pissy talk.  They called me pissy, to make fun of me, but I
started wetting myself in school, just to make them call me that.  Oh, and
pee."

   "Like piss?"

   She shook her head, "My nickname was Bea, until they cought me, well I
wet my pants in school, so they called me Pee Bea, then just P.  Like,
short for Piss?"

   "Or Petra."

   "I guess," she shrugged, and her cheeks flexed alternately.  "Hhihm!"
she turned around, "You really like my butt!"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, I love your tits."

   "I know.  So, we better get out, and dry off."

   "Yeah." This is fun, and all, but not really good for getting off.  More
like another foreplay break between games.

   But first, she grabbed my chest, and "WbPbPbPB!  PHPHPHPth!"
Motorboated, and blew a nice fart between them.  I laughed my ass off.  Yet
another thing I love about children is they're silly, and immature.  It
makes me feel young again, why I like playing games too.  Sex should be
fun, not just fucking, but laughing, and giggling, and shocking eachother
at every turn.  "Hihihin!" And cute girly little giggles, too.  "Hihhhhn!"

   I grabbed the towels on the way out.

   ;

   Sisters of Mercy - No Time to Cry (First, Last, and Always)

   Peeatrix {Gf Oral Goth Feti}

   "Oh!" I shook my head, "Now I recognise you." Duh, she told me, but I'd
seen her before.  Moping around Walmart, and with the high school kids, She
just had to put on all black, and pull her hair out like a black spikey
cloud.  She laughed.  Put her phone down.

   "Is that a tattoo?" I nodded.

   Showed her, "The eye of Nut."

   "Like the eye of Horus?"

   "Yeah, only the eye of Nut?  Goddess of the Night," it's pronounced
'Newt.' "Yeah, I was a fucked up kid, so I was real depressed through high
school, Until I started fetish modeling." she shrugged, "I guess, Gothic
music kind of felt like, I was feeling at the time, and helped cover up my
sexuality." She pulled on a corset, like the middle of a 1 piece, with the
bra and panties cut out, and turned around.  "Can you tighten the laces for
me?"

   "Just like a boot?"

   "Exactly," I started pulling the ribbon at the bottom, and working my
way up.  "Pull it extra tight in the middle."

   I giggled, and had to stop to feel, and squeeze her butt.  "What do you
want to play next?"

   "Whatever you want."

   "Well, I don't really know any sex games."

   "So, how bout multiple choice?" I started pulling the red ribbon again.
"Uhm, we got spanking, tickle-tag, every inch;"

   "What's that?" I guessed the other two.

   "Well, the idea is to kiss, and lick every inch."

   "Ooh,!" I nodded, excited, "Hang on." I stuck out my tongue, and chewed
on it.  "Thath's tight enough?"

   "Sure," I looked around, but she stood in the mirror.  I tied a nice big
bow in the top.

   "Well, I can't get every inch of you with this on," but I love how it
looks under her boobs, so they're almost white over the double moon of
black, and her hips look huge!  "So I guess you'll have to kiss every inch
of me!"

   "Well," she turned, and put her fists on her hips.  I goosed between her
legs, "AUH!  Hahehihn!" She pushed my hand away, "I guess you'll have to
make me!"

   "How?" She bent over, and picked up a skirt.  She said Spanking, so I
slapped her but before she put it on.

   "Ow!  Hihihin!" She pulled it up, "That's the challenge." she held up
her finger, "The rule is I can't kiss your pussy, until I get every other
inch." She kissed my forehead, and licked it.  All around, and at first, it
felt kind of silly, but then.

   "Hihn!" It started getting hot.

   Her tongue slipped sideways, and wet down my eyebrow.  "Slp!  She licked
my nose again, then slipped out the other side.  I closed my eyes, so she
could get my lids, and she pinched my eyelashes between her lips.

   "Get down," I pulled her tits over the lacy front, and found her
nipples. "On your knees."

   "Yes," she grinned up at me, "Peeatrix."

   "Hihin?" I shook her head, but down there, I could hold onto her chest,
and pinch her nipples hard.  Then, for the first time, I bent down to kiss
her.

   "Huhn!" she sighed in my hands, "Snhhh!" Sucked in her nose, then
started licking my cheeks.

   "Yeah, lick me all over, get me good and wet!" I turned, and she licked
up to my earlobe.  Then pinched it like my eyelashes, and let it pop back
out.  Then, her tongue curled around behind my ear, and started swirling
around.  The ridges, then between them, spiraling in deeper, and deeper
until.  "Bpbt!" It wiggled inside.

   "NhihahHA!" It didn't even tickle, it was just so funny, and "Nasty!"

   "Yeah!" she licked her lips.  Then licked the corner of my jaw, around
under it, then up to the other ear.

   I expected it, braced myself for it, but, "Uhh!" god that felt
incredible?  I dared a boy, to stick his tongue in my ear before, and it
was funny, but fuck!  "Hihihn!" That felt so good I couldn't believe it!

   "Hahl!" her breath felt so hot on my neck, and she swirled it in the
little dimple in the bottom of my throat.

   "Oh!" I didn't want to let go of her chest, but my hands went right up
her shoulders, and I wouldn't think of stopping them holding her neck,
slipping my fingers into the frizzy teased out cloud of her black hair. 
"OhhHH!?"

   Then her teeth, she didn't bite, but I felt them press in around my
throat, and her tongue wagging up and down between them.  Then they were
gone, around my neck to lick down the bone in my shoulder in one swipe,
then "Hahlahlahl!" back along the top in hot breathy licks.  Then, right
back out, digging deep between that, and the bone again to plant a kiss at
the end.  She pulled my arm, to turn me, her hot wet flat tongue running
back in to the back of my neck, then all over it.  Kissing, and licking,
and panting, and nibbling up and down the bones, back and forth on either
side of them, even around the hairline.

   "Oh god, this is driving me nuts!" She barely even started on me.  How
many square inches of skin do I have?  She had just gotten down to 1
shoulder!  But I couldn't touch her, behind me like that, so I had my hands
free to rub, and slip, and pinch, and slap between my legs, and I was
shaking all over now.  "Oh, huh huh!" Nodding, and panting, but she said
"Every inch, Yeah!  Every last single inch!  Uh!" I really like this game!
I can't wait to get her out of all those black clothes for my turn!

   A lot on my back, all over my back, and I'm shaking uncontrollably.  I
don't even have to think about my fingers, what they're doing between my
legs, because everything feels wonderful, and yet pales in comparison to
her hot wet mouth all over my back.

   "Oh, hohn!" I'm just moaning, whimpering, and mewling like this.  I'm
not getting off, I don't think I can, or I don't really want to, like this.
That would just drown out the feeling of her mouth on every last sensitive
fucking inch of my skin.  Every hair, every invisibly tiny hair.  If I
could think, I could probably count all of them as her lips, and or tongue
slipped wetly over them.  "Time, uot." I just pant, shaking, and fall down,
on my hands and knees a minute.

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah," I can barely nod, "I just.  Huh!  Can't, stand up.  Any more."
My feet hurt, and my legs ache.

   "Well," she helped me up, "I'm pretty much done with your back."

   "Huh!" I jumped, and even felt a little spasm inside just from a quick
smooch to the base of my spine.  "So, why don't you lie back on the bed?"

   "Yeah," I felt her spit, drying on my back, like drops of rain on a hot
sidewalk, so I didn't even stick to them.  And they felt like silk, I found
out later because they are, pure, satin silk.  Dry clean only.  "Um," the
break means I can think again.  "Where's your friend?" I mean, this is her
house, right?

   "Who knows," she shrugged.  "She meets someone, new every day.  That's
pretty much her sexuality, and she doesn't always bring her home.  So,
there's no telling, she might not be back for days."

   "Oh," I nodded, but she did say make me, so I grabbed her hair, and
pulled her back down to my chest.  "Now, finish what you started."

   "Huh!" she nodded, pulling her hair in my hands.  I felt some pull out!'
"Huh!  Yes!  Lahl!"

   She loved it, but I just let go, so she could do my arms.  "Snhlh!"
Breathing through her nose, and turning it over, then lifting it up to get
all of it.  I really like the black corset, with the red Ribbon laces,
{Yeah, probably onto Marian by now, nobody's really paying attention.} her
pale back, and side boob, draping over my body to get my other arm after
sucking my fingers, and licking between them.  And her tanned freckled
shoulders, the strap stripes, which I absolutely love to bits.  Her thigh,
I can feel up under her skirt, and grip the side of her ass now.

   "Snhlk!  Yeah!" She loves buts, so I just grip it like a tit, only
bigger, and heavier and firmer, and clenching and relaxing from her moving
around, hungrily devouring every last inch of my skin.

   "Uh!" again, my arms grab her head, and don't bother to ask me yet, but
she's under my arm pit now, and going down to town on it like a cunt, her
lips, and wet tongue, hot breath, and "HunhHnHnHnHn!" I think I almost got
off on that.  Again, that warm wash over my face, and under my hair
sticking out like hers without the tingles, or spasms, but I know, by the
time she gets to the last inches,the part she has to do everything else
first, god that's probably going to Kill Me!

   She got my chest next, and din't waste any time circling in on my itty
bitty titty.  I remember, wondering what it's like.  Having them, real full
ones like hers, but then when I was sucking her under the bridge.  "HuhH!?"
I got next to nothing, but if you took my clit hood, just that little
wrincle of skin, and stretched it over my whole body.  "Hihihihihn!" That's
what it would probably feel like.  Every random inch, lets say just a spot
somewhere on my shoulder, was that sensitive, and she wasn't going to stop
until she got them all.  That's why, "Oh!" Because by the time she gets to
my clit.  "HRNHHH!" My hands fell, and dug into the sheet so tight they
hurt, because my whole body exploded, and the usual tingles felt like I
stuck my clit in a light socket.  It was so swollen, I could feel how tight
the skin was over it, and I felt my pulse, in time to the rapid rabbit
heart beat in my ears.

   And she,

   Didn't,

   Even,

   Touch it!

   "HAAAAAHHHH!?"

   She had to stop, the little lump under my nipple popped and snapped out
of her mouth, because I was shaking too hard.  So, she just stuck her
tongue out to keep toweling it all over my chest until I stopped cumming.

   "Hih hih hih hih hihn?" I could almost breathe again, but it was
starting to feel like torture when I realized she wasn't even half done
yet!

   I opened my eyes, because she stopped.  She looked down, face red as a
brick, but frowning with concern.  "You need a break?"

   "Yeah," I felt her head, and pulled her mouth down to mine.  "Huh?" I
could taste my sweat on her lips, and we Just took a shower!  "Um, do you
have anything to drink?"

   "Yeah," her lacy ruffle of skirt swayed on her way out to the fridge. 
"Mountain Dew all right?"

   "Oh god, yes!" That's perfect!  I heard the fridge slam, and licked my
lips from the PCH!  The chuckle and fizz of it pouring out, getting louder
while she walked back with a 2 liter.  Ice cold, too.  "NGHGUGUGUGLGUHK!" I
panted.  "HAH!" I shivered too.  It was like a glass, maybe a whole quart,
I slammed it in like 5 seconds.  "Hh huh huhhh!" My heart was beating out
of control from all that caffeine hitting my blood with a kick of sugar.

   Phoebe {FG...}

   So, yeah, I saved some description of her body, but flawless fucking
skin.  I mean Perfect.  Fucking.  Skin.  I've done this so many times, to
boys, and girls, and it will never get old, EVER!

   Oh "Yeah, and everyone gets off on this, eventually.  If you do it
right, give me a dried up 107 year old paralytic, it might take me days,
but I'll get off on getting her off on it." She made it to the first
nipple, which is actually above average.

   She nodded, "Now," and lay back, "Where were we?"

   So, nipple #2!  Breast buds.  "NWM!" Not even woke up yet, when I say
nipple, I mean the whole thing, and while this stretches out the nerves in
the nipple itself, we're talking about the whole rest of the pre-mammary
tissue packed into the size of half a strawberry.  Then half a plum, then
half a peach...  Now you know why I love barely adolescent girls.  This,
all of this, 4-5 years of it, I'm just getting started.  Everything else,
everyone else is just something to tide me by until I can do it again, and
again.  I admit it, I'm a breast-bud junky, and that cooloff means I can
spend all kinds of time sucking her back up to full arousal, and I won't
hear a complaint from her.

   Oh, you want me to move on?  Am I boring you?  No, please, don't stop.
"Huhhhh, yeah." her hands in my hair again.  Yeah, some goths may tease and
blow to split the ends to the root, and use hairspray to get the Cure cloud
look.  I'm a lesbian, I have girlfriends for that.  It wrecks hair,
destroys it, just add black dye.

   "Whlk, Pb!"

   "Uhn!"

   "Slrp, WklbP!"

   "Yeah," Popping it in and out.  Boys, all right, I'll suck a dick, and
do this, a foreskin really helps, but it's not a breast-bud.  "Hun, yeah?"
And it doesn't cum then go soft.  Not again, so soon.  I have to feel the
other one, pinch it to make sure I don't overdo it, but try to match them
up.  So the bloated hot full strawberries are about the same, then pull
back with a last hard snapping pop that makes her hunch, and jerk flat, to
look at my handiwork.

   "Here," take her hands, "Feel them."

   She does, gently, then closes her eyes, relaxing, and tracing circles,
swishing the now spongey deep hickeys.  "They'll grow to this, naturally,
but I believe this actually stimulates their growth to that stage." Turner
2.5?  In about 20 minutes.

   "Huh!" she grinned, wide-eyed.

   I nodded, "Now, I need to start working my way down." I lifted her arm,
and bent to the other pit.

   "Huhn!" She had to move back, and forth, to fell, squeese, pinch, twist,
and tickle the swells.  I closed my eyes, and concentrated on this.  Sweat
wells, after washing, and wrincing thoroughly, this is nothing but pure
distilled sex sweat.  You can smell it, when you get a woman off?  Yeah,
well, I can taste it, on a 9 year old girl.  Damned near impossible, unless
you really know what you're doing.  I made her, play top for a little
while, but now she was Mine.  Putty in my lips, I smacked my tongue in my
mouth, and worked my way up.  The inside of her arm, between the bicep, and
tricep, then back to suck her elbow like a hard boney teat.  "SMWAP!"

   "Huhuh!" Just holding her swollen fat sucked tit in her palm, I lick
down between the bones in her forearm, and all over the back to kiss her
knuckles, one by one, then lick between them.  The opposite of her other
hand, which I got with her wet palm around my chin, fingers draped limply
over my face, and nose.  Then I shucked her thumb down to the pinky, again
in reverse order, so the symetry is still a new experience.  She's had her
hand sucked before, but not this hand, not like this.  "Pwhb!  Slaugh!"
Kiss, then lave round and round in her palm, nibble down to her wrist, and
run the skin over her tendons, gently between the top teeth.

   This is also a good survey.  Like that?  I don't ask, I just licked
between the other ones, but now I can add more teeth.  My mouth so full of
her lust sweat, I could spit it in a cup.  "Lahlahlahlah!" down to the
inside of the elbow this time, instead of up to her wrist in one long
swipe. Lick it out, salty like her armpit, then suck her limp bicep in,
cradling her wrist in both hands to let it slip wetly between my teeth,
with a gentle bight right before I get to her shoulder.

   {On the Wire.} Good!

   To say nothing of my need.  She'll find out, when it's my turn, but I
pretty much need a life-sized silicone baby doll with 3 motors buried in it
up my dripping snatch right now, and neither of us can do anything about
that until I'm done.  I might get off on this, I've had a completely oral
orgasm before, and it feels like I might again, soon!  Like 3 times, so
far, in the last 8 odd years of being sexual.  Over half my life, 3. 
Better make it 4.

   Actually, an average of about every other year is pretty good!  If you
want to try it, this is a good way to start.  Set yourself a nice long
task, that you can love for hours, the first time was the first time I ate
ass, and now I'm doing the next part.  Every orgasm is mental, every single
one.  Even if it's forced out by a rapist with a vibe, at least half of
that is being held down, terrified, and having all these new surprising
pleasurable sensations forced out of you.

   "Huh!" yes, "HhHUHHH!" I just drop her arm, and curl up next to her.

   "Phoebe?"

   "Nhn!" I can nod, hard, holding myself, gripping my arms so tight if I
had nails they'd draw blood.

   "Are you, cumming."

   "YEAUHHHH!" Sorry, right in your ear.  I'm really sorry about that,
love, but there's nothing I can do, even apollogise right now.  I will,
just as soon as I'm done trying to shit out my quivering uterus. 
"NGHnhnhnhn!" shudder, and relax my legs, starting to cramp.  "Huh!" More
than a drop, more like a wet tongue rolling down the joint between my still
trembling thigh and buttock, but I'm starting to be able to suck in shallow
gasps before they pant back out again.  "H h H h H h H!"

   So, a completely mental orgasm, the best kind.  I found out, years ago I
can do it, with my mouth.  And my mind.

   She got up, so I could breath enough to gasp out.  "Need, huh break?"

   "Yeah," she looked back, "To pee."

   "Can you hold it?" I held up a finger, "One minute?"

   She thought, smiled.

   "I'll be right there," I grabbed the bottle, and a fresh pair of panties
on the way.

   She was waiting in the shower.  "I don't think, I can make it through
that."

   "First try," I shook my head.  PCSH!  Handed her the panties, and
dropped the skirt.  The wet spot the size of my face in the sheets, I have
no fucking clue how she gets them clean, but I got down, and crawled into
the shower with her.  She started to kneel, but I pushed her back.  "Better
if you squat on your feet, so you can move up and down."

   She grinned, and then my eyes were locked to her big fat white cotton
covered crotch, and she pulled them up to a full on cameltoe.  I watched,
as long as I could until she sighed, but I saw it, soaking through, and her
lips appearing as they clung wetly to her skin.  She got my tits first, but
I held my lips tight, then shit my eyes.

   I don't like it.  It's disgusting, but what I haven't told her yet is I
am a bottom.  Getting Collared when I'm eleven, might have had something to
do with it, so she probably just assumed I wouldn't mind her sinking down,
and pulling me up by the hair, face first into her snatch.  After all,
she's into it.

   "Eat it,"

   "Uh!"

   "Suck the piss out of it, bitch."

   Yes, she can put my under.  I was so disgusted, I could finally break
this hyperarousal, and maybe sleep some time this week.  "Yeah, suck it
right out."

   "SPH!  UHN!?" I started crying, and it really hurt.  She pulled my hair,
hard, "I can't feel that, I said Eat ME!"

   "SLAH, Uh!" I gagged.

   And finally, I felt myself slip away, carried down the drain in a
trickle of piss.

   ,

   .

   Yeah, I guess Chapter 1 ran a little long.  Sorry.

   Chapter II, the Domme comes home with her new girlfriend:

   .

   "Coco" {FffG Spank...}

   "Bad girl!"

   SPAP!

   "YeAh!"

   "Vera?" I guessed, from the voice.

   "Uh, In here?"

   I stopped in the door, but she was up on her knees, at the floor of the
bed, and that was a little girl in white cotton panties with her hair up in
pigtails.  Turned back to grin over her shoulders, popping her tit, ass,
and rubbing her thigh.  And latex gloves, the little girl stopped the
music, and set down her phone.

   Then, a gasp behind me.  "What the Fuck is going on in here?"

   Well, looks like bondage, spanking, and some improvised toys from the
balloon plopping out on the floor, to bounce over the clothespin.

   "Uh!" she swallowed, "Huh, sorry." Vera got up, and I got the bandage
scissors from the dresser to cut the Ribbons (Sisters of Mercy, Some Girls
Wander By Mistake} herringboned between her arms.  "It's okay," she looked
back and forth, "I know she looks young, but she's 12, and I'm only 14."

   "Is this the kind of 'Therapy,' you recommend?"

   "Yes," didn't realize she followed me in, "Deloris, actually she's a
Rape survivor, and she needs this periodically to cope." I backed her to
the living room to "Give the girls some privacy," but her anger faded to
concern somewhat.

   "How does that help, rape?"

   "It's complex, and personal.  Every victim is unique, and therefore
every therapy, however I cannot betray her confidence, and now you'll have
to build some trust to discuss it with either of them." I held up a hand,
"Sit, down." I hadn't intended it to be a Command, but I was a little
surprised and stressed myself.  She lied, I could see she was at best about
10, and I know she's almost 16, not to mention I could see her come up with
it on her face, but she improvised quickly.

   "Huh!" she covered her eyes, "I'm sorry," shook her head, gripping her
temples, "I just didn't.  I wasn't prepared for that."

   "Yes, well I didn't expect you to follow me into My Home uninvited,
either." I normally lock the door on reflex, but between the bike, and my
curiosity, I hadn't known she had a new girlfriend, much less expected
Deloris to walk in on her with a barely pubertal one from the looks of it.

   "Huh!" I sat down, and kicked the empty 2 liter behind the couch.  Quick
count, they must have been at it a couple days.

   "I can't imagine," she finally looked up, "What she went through, but I
guess I can empathize with wanting to beat someone." as another survivor.

   "Oh, I don't know the girl, and I shouldn't have outed Phoebe that way,"
but at least she was present.  "But now that we're calming down, we have to
discuss the trauma, so you're not adversely affected."

   "But," still confused, "Now I really can't understand, how, that, could
help a rape survivor."

   "Because," Phoebe came in, and put her hand on my shoulder, "She raped
me."

   "How did a 12 year old girl, that undeveloped possibly rape you?"

   "No, She did." Touche', she would pay for that one.

   "Wh, what?" she shook her head, but if you can't dazzle them with your
brilliance, baffle them with bullshit, but nothing beats brilliant
bullshit.

   She sat on my lap, and hugged my neck, thankfully fully clothed, but
stinking of sex.  "No, Why?" Fresh, and stale.  "She had to." she nodded,
"To stop me, from raping other children.  I," she took a deep breath, "Am a
sociopath."

   She just shut down, information overload, which fortunately makes it
easier to feed her a deniable explanation, before she thinks of talking to
the authorities.  Pasting her one across the cheek at best would be
counterproductive, so I just whipped her with the truth, until Vera came in
to tag out.

   "Like, a serial killer?"

   "Yes, only exactly like a sadistic narcissist.  A Power Assertive
pathological compulsive sex abuser."

   "Oh." she shook her head.

   "Take your time."

   "How does that, you Raped her!?"

   "Yes, to break the cycle of escalation.  I was getting progressively
Sadistic, and starting to fantasize killing them." Strangling them, and
practicing on herself.

   "Why?"

   "To see what it felt like?" She shrugged.  Like she was talking about
the weather.  "Huh!  I still don't understand, all of how, but it works. 
I'm a bottom now, can you explain it again, for her?"

   "Yes," I can try, "She lacks the basic empathy, to humanize other
people. She doesn't feel like you, or I, and that lack, caused a
curiosity." From what she told me, which cannot be trusted, "So, she
started experimenting, but the only feedback she could feel were negative,
erotic, or both.  She manipulates people, it is her personality, at first
by exposing herself to arouse them, then luring them until she discovered
the most powerful stimulus she is capable of feeling."

   "Pain," she nodded.

   "Unfortunately, she escalated for years before anyone reported her
victims, or noticed the acute warning signs because of Denial.  Even
professional psychiatrists refuse to believe in the female sexually
sadistic sociopath, so she was mis-diagnosed.  Bipolar, Oppositional
Defiant, Borderline Personality, Hystery-onic, because those are Feminine
diagnoses.  At that point, when she was already luring children to torture,
and threaten castration if they report it, there was literally nothing that
would get through to her short of making her personally feel, what it is
like for her victims."

   "She addicted me to it.  Huh!  Secondhand pain, I can't really feel
that, neither.  So, she rewired it." ~T.  Allen, shrug, "Now I'm a lesbian
bottom.  I get turned on by pain, and get off on causing pleasure." To the
point of Torture.  "That's the real challenge, and MrhH!" Rolled her eyes,
"There is nothing, no emotional release that compares to bringing a woman
to screaming orgasms."

   She looked at me.  I nodded, and shrugged, didn't have to remind her of
last night, yesterday, and as much of the rest of the weekend, since the
friday night meeting.  I'm even warming up a little.  She looked down,
"Huh!" flushing, not ashamed of how many orgasms I got out of her, "Okay, I
guess I can kind of understand that."

   "Deloris," I held my hand out, as if serving an hors d'oeurve plate,
"Vera."

   She grinned, winked so her smile slipped up into that charming one-eyed
leer, and raised her eyebrow.  ,;j Popped the dimple, and everything.  No,
she didn't come onto me.  I didn't have a hairless little pair of balls to
threaten to cut off if I said anything, and I was too old for her to
babysit.

   "Phoebe?" Oh yes, and one now very scared little girl.  "Is that true?"

   I pushed her off my lap.

   "Now, if you don't mind, it appears that I have something I really need
to attend to."

   Time to get back to work...

   "Come along," I led the latest victim with a gently firm hand between
her shoulder-blades, and unlocked my office.

   ;

   Vira {FGf NS Trigger warning's, anyway.  Soundtrack: Johannes Sebastian
Bach - Fugue in G.  Minor (The "Little" Fugue.) At this point, I'm doing
inversion, and reversion, in counterpoint.}

   "Huh!" I've been bad.

   "Shut up," she blocked the door, so I moved a chair, and leaned it back
in the corner.

   "What did she do?"

   "She drugged me, she tortured me with sex, and she made me rape her."
She thought, "No," shook her head, and felt her chin over her mouth.  "Hrm,
she exposed herself, then she tortured me with pleasure." She flushed,
"Then she drugged me.  " She loved it.

   "How long," she looked at me, so I checked the clock.

   "18 hours?" LOOKed back.  "What?  You left me alone too long!"

   "How much liquid meth?" She shook her head, "Code red?"

   "Two of those, and the green one from the fridge." Well over a gallon
and a half, most of it tasted better the first time.

   "She's really good at piss humiliation." I nodded.
,:)

   ;j

   "Uh!" I won that round.  Oh, and the adrenaline isn't wearing off, she's
fidgiting, already hooked.

   "What?  She was already super-pervy, I just gave her a safe outlet."

   "By making her a mini-me?  Ugh, you've got a sick way of showing your
affection." I know.  "Wipe that smirk off your face, I'll deal with you
later." She turned, "Hh, dear.  How do you feel about;"

   "Excited!"

   "Ha!"

   "UN!" she pointed back, without looking, missed me by a mile.

   "What?  I liked it, no I loved it, and it's really exciting to meet
you," she jumped up, "I heard so much about you?"

   "Hh, not a word!" I zipped over my grin, and nodded.

   "What did she tell you, and," she pointed back and forth, "Pace off some
of that energy."

   "You're a model, and you trained her, so.  Okay, she said I could be a
model," she turned around again, "But." She stopped, "She's a pathological
liar, huh?"

   "And kleptomaniac; Whatever rule you come up with, she breaks for the
fun of it."

   She nodded, turned around...  "So, what did she do, to those." She
turned back, "Boys?"

   "Mostly, the acts are not as important as first the victims, and the
reasons why." If we're going to get involved, you have to know what you're
dealing with, "Boys, because she's basically a man in a girl's body."

   She looked back, and snapped at me.

   I took a breath, "Huh!  Okay, so I felt trapped, and all I had were
negative male role-models." The Hand.

   "She identified with the most violent, and sexist men, but resented, and
coveted their power." Turned back, "Go on."

   "Yeah, but the sexism made me choke myself, bind my tits with bungees,
and masturbate with the biggest things I could get my hands on, dry as rape
fantasies."

   "No, actually that was victim rehearsal to practice techniques you later
used on you victims."

   "Whatever," roll my eyes, "So, then I found myself with this body," Eh!
Eh?  "So, now I don't feel trapped." I like it, now!

   "You two want to be alone?" She turned, to me.  "Don't worry, I won't
call the cops, and I want to keep punishing you for, being.  An evil
monster," she looked up, "If that would be cool, Coco?"

   She looked back, "Chanel."

   She nodded.  "Huh!  We'll start with group therapy sessions, when you're
ready, but take a couple days off to think, recover, and cooldown."

   "Yeah," she stretched, tried to yawn, "I'm pretty worn out."

   "Why aren't you in school?" Monday morning.

   "Well," she grinned, "I called in.  Sick, but I lied about it.  I said I
was stranded by some boys, in Lorena?"

   "I think," didn't really pay attention.

   "I know that lie." and I might be figuring out her tells, if she
continues lying that way.  She probably already has them, for all I know.
She has more empathy, I shrugged, "What?"

   ;

   Deloris {GF...  Leitmotif: EC - Baby Plays Around (Spike:.) Leitmotif
means the characters' recurring themes.  This is P's.}

   "Uh!" I shrank back on the landing of the stairs, but she grunted, and
sniffed.  "Snh!" She picked up the water balloon, and carried it in the
bathroom.  "Huh," her shoulders down, I didn't hear her crying, but she
came back out, wrapping it in a cream colored pair of underpants.

   "Are you all right?" Wearing nothing more than a white pair, though you
could scarcely tell her gender by the flatness of her chest.

   "Oh!" she hugged me, and buried her face in her blouse.  I just patted
her hair.  She just found out her girlfriend is a child molester.  I know
it sounds silly, but I could actually sympathize.  I didn't have to hold
her long, but she looked comforted, and started getting dressed.  "Sounds
like she really did a number on you."

   "Uh," she nodded, in an oversized camisole, training bra, and faded
fuscia tights.

   "Do you have a car?"

   "My truck," now.

   "Huh!  I don't want to walk home alone, I don't know when I'm going to
crash, but.  I don't know how I can face my mom right now?" She caught her
face in her hands.

   "Come along, I can take you home."

   "I can't, right now." she shook her head, "But I don't want to be alone
right now, either."

   "I can imagine."

   "Uhm, can we talk about something else?" She finished tying her shoes.

   "Sure, are you hungry?" I put up the tailgate.  "Come on."

   "Yeah, I really could use some breakfast." She pulled her purse around,
and carefully pulled the billfold out.  "Huh, wouldn't you know, I'm broke,
too." She just snapped it shut, and dropped it on the seat.  "So, what's
she like?"

   "Mc Donalds allright?"

   She nodded, so I signaled, and pulled in.  "Sausage biscuit with eggs,
and," she leaned over, "A um," she bit her lip, "A caramel McCafe' Mocha?"

   "Of course," I leaned out, "Yeah, can I get a #1, with a coke, no ice, a
sausage biscuit with egg?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "And a caramel mocha."

   "Make it a large."

   Monday morning traffic, I rolled up the window, but there were 2 lines.

   "So," I looked over, "What's she like?"

   "Clarissa?" She nodded, "Well, she's not a fashion model, we met friday
night in group."

   "Like AA?"

   "Huh!  Well, I guess I can tell you it's an abuse survivors group."

   "She the therapist?"

   I shook my head, "There's no therapist, we just share our stories, and
support eachother."

   "So, a support group," she nodded, "What do you need support for?"

   "I just got out of," I blinked, "Huh!  A rough relationship."

   "She break up with you?"

   "Oh, I'm not," well, "Huh!  Well, it was my husband.  Sorry, technically
we're still married, but I can't go back to him."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't want to talk about it." Surely you understand.

   "Any kids?"

   "No, thank God!"

   "You religious?"

   "Baptist."

   "Uh?" She rolled her eyes.

   "What?"

   "I don't know, how you people can believe in a god, a great all powerful
Man, who created us to suffer, knows about it, and does nothing to stop
it."

   "So you're Atheist."

   "Well?" She thought.

   "Hang on," I got out my card already, and just waved it at the reader.
It was still drizzling, so she just rolled the window shut, and hit the
button on her waist.

   "Welcome to McDonald's, canitakeyourorder?"

   I started pulling up, then leaned on my horn when someone cut in infront
of me.  "Fucking Jerk!" I looked over.  "Sorry."

   She shrugged, "So, what'd she do?"

   "Huh?" I closed my eyes, until I had to blink away the flashback images,
and shook them out of my head.  "Uh?"

   "Sorry," she smiled, "It's okay, it's over.  The important thing is you
Survived, right?"

   "Huh!  Yes, thank you."

   "So, how much did you hear, eavesdropping from the stairs?"

   "In the office?  I don't know, how to feel about, what little I heard."

   "Well, that was a pretty brutal scene you walked in on."

   "How, could she, make you rape her?"

   "Well," she turned, "Huh, it wasn't like rape, but.  I guess.  Now that
I think about it, huh!  I guess, she did it slowly?  It didn't start out
like that, it just got so overwhelming, and.  HhHhH!" She rubbed her arms.

   I turned off the air conditioner.  "Do you feel cold?"

   "Yes."

   Dressed for sunnier weather, for one thing.

   "I'm gay.  I think that's what she took advantage of.  At first, it
felt, kind of nice just to have a friend, who understood.  You know,
another lesbian?"

   "Not really."

   "Well, what about your therapy last night with, what's her name?"

   "Clarissa?" She nodded.

   "Okay, what's Claire like, in bed."

   "I'm sorry, but you're Twelve."

   "No, I'm nine, I've been abusing myself half of my life, and I just had
a marathon session with the first teenage girl that let me abuse her."

   "Abused her how?"

   "Well," she shrugged, and looked away.  "Like I said, she made a game
out of it, but it was like pretend humiliation, and," she looked back, "Um,
a lot of piss play?"

   "Ew, why?" I pulled up, "Hold that thought." Rolled down the window. 
"Thank you," handed her her drink, and the bag, took a long sip of coke
rolling it back up.

   "Huh!" I don't know why," she just put the hot cup in the center
console. "Why do you like coke?  You like Pepsi?  Doctor Pepper?  I like
sweet coffee drinks, you want to just pull up," she pointed, "There?"

   "Of course."

   "Here's your muffin.  So, it's like that, I can't explain why, but I
always played with my pee.  So when I got sexual, I played with it,
sexually.  I guess because it's gross, and humiliating?  I'm ashamed of
myself, but now that shame turns me on?"

   "I don't know either." I'm new to this, too.

   "So, what're you into?  Look, you heard a lot already, and you're being
evasive.  All right?  It's not fair to pump us for all of this information,
It's selfish, and is that how it works in your support group?  I'm sure if
you share it'll make you feel better."

   "You're right, I just," steeled myself, "It's still so painful."

   "So, you had a romp with your therapist, why don't you think about that?
It make you feel better?"

   "Why, yes?"

   "So, tell me about it," She finished carefully rewrapping the biscuit,
and started eating it anyway.

   So, "Here goes;" I lost my appetite anyway, so I wet my dry mouth,
"Well, okay, I just, well I just kicked the bastard out, but then our
apartment felt empty, and," I turned away, "I was starting to get suicidal.
I was depressed for a couple days, but I found the support group, and when
we got there, we just clicked?"

   "Are you bisexual?"

   "Wah?  I don't know.  It was, beautiful, but."

   "You're still confused, too." She put the uncapped latte back in the cup
holder, with most of the cream eaten off, and took another bite.

   "You have a little," well a lot, actually.

   She nodded, pointed around in circles, "I'w shill eaning?"

   "Huh, well.  So, she needed a ride, because of the rain, so I threw the
bike in the back, and one thing led to another."

   She licked all around, took a sip, and licked it off her lip.  "She
seduced you." Nodded.

   "Well, she was right," I took a long drink, while she chewed.

   ...

   "I did feel better?"

   She crumbled up her paper.

   "So," I couldn't help wondering, "What's with the water balloon?"

   She shrugged, "I haven't tried it yet, but she really likes it.  Got off
on it like 3 times, I think."

   "Spanking her?" She got it out.  "Keep that down?" I looked around at
the mirrors.

   "Uh," she stuffed the underwear back in, "It's a water balloon." She
patted it, so it jiggled, "And it's raining?"

   "Yes, but."

   "They can't hear us, they can't really see inside, and it's just a
fucking water balloon, but." She slapped it again, and shook her hand back
and forth.  So it rippled, then the wave rolled back and forth.

   Spap, to pat her fingers again, and she bounced it back out until it
rolled back to pat her hand again.

   "Oh." the palm that time, "Stop that."

   "Why?"

   "It's," obscene?

   "You wanna try it?" She grinned.

   "Spanking?" I shook my head.

   "Well," she giggled, but didn't stop, "I wanna try it now!  Yeah, take
me home, so I can get my mom to spank me!"

   "But," that's even more obscene!  "With your mother?" I covered my
mouth.

   "Well," she shrugged, "You're not going to spank me, and I'm not ready
to head back to the sex-house."

   "It's not a sex-house."

   "Yeah," she nodded, "It is." She pulled her seatbelt back on.

   ;

   Polly {G-s Tran Solo Mict Late CraftToy}

   Costello/McCartney - Satellite (Spike;)

   I just crashed, mom wouldn't be home for work, I needed a power-nap, and
to sleep on it.  She woke me up, I told her I was sick, she didn't
understand, but she left me alone.  When I locked myself in the bathroom.
Something about "Where did you get that purse?"

   "I stole it," I told her I was sick.  Sociopath, I'd look it up later,
but I liked the sound of it, and didn't feel like having that
mother-daughter talk right now.  Grabbed the roll of surgical tubing, a
couple feet I guess, the balloon, and I had on the baggy pair of panties.
Left her wallet on the seat of her car, or maybe knocked it off, and kicked
it under the seat.  Didn't really want to seduce her anyway, much less have
the energy, but had to start practice some time.

   "Hm," so what do I remember?

   Victims: Women, full grown, wonder if dad still has those bungee chords
in the garage, but I got this tubing.  Bondage, tit bondage, and piss.  So,
I let the old piss out of the balloon, and I wish I had that funnel to fill
it up again like a beerbong, so I had to try to stretch it over the end of
the faucet, but "NGH!" Should've grabbed it before mom got home, "Uh!"
Victim rehearsal, with no boobs, so I stretched the balloon over, and

filled it up with cold water after I turned it in side out.

   "Huh!" got in the tub, and it was cold!

   PAP!  "Nh!" Not too full, but I can't fill it up inside me like she did,
so I just get to slap it into my dry chilled not even really turned on
pissy, and the mclatte' finally started coming out.

   "Nghnnnnn!" And the end feels kind of like a nipple.  A cold hard
rubbery nipple, right on my clitskin to PAP!

   "Ngh!" It was almost like a viberator, and jiggled even more when I
rolled and wiggled it around in there, and squeezed hard in both hands so
it spread everything out in there, and felt the tip around to the right
spot.

   "Neauh!"

   Bloop, BOOB!  "Neahuh?"

   It just takes a long time to warm up, I dry up, and pull it out to suck
it in, and get that cold rubbery tit nice and slick with spit, then bring
it back down.

   "Nh?" BOOB!  "NHIhihihm?" Bulb, BLOOM!  "GHEAH!" push the stretched out
nipple right on the now much, less loose skin, and slowly let the pressure
out so it tightens, and hardens, pushing straight into my shrunken, hard
clit inside, and try to shake my hands.  Like a vibe, but the bulging
ripples really do the trick, and I hold my breath as long as I can. 
"SNHHHHHHyeah!'

   Not getting off yet, but I'm heating up, which just makes it feel
colder, deader, less real.  It's a rubber tit, but, it's like a puppetboob?
I can make it do whatever I want, and I'm so excited, the piss taste cut
the sticky nappy taste in my mouth, and I can feel my rappid pulse beating
out of control in my nipples.  My tight hard, shivery cold nipples. 
"Yeah."

   So, I turn on the water.  Cold, and start really shivering, it's like
tickling, but better, creeping up under my calves, then 'nhihihiahah!'
Really shaking at the bottoms of my thighs, then it hits the backs of my
knees, and I'm shivering so hard I get the best vibes ever on my tiny
pinpoint clit with the rubber nip at just the right hardness, just on the
right spot.  "Nk!" It slips away, but I try to grip the bottom of the
bathtub, and claw at the water, "NhugaiguaigaiaiAEI!"

   "Molly?" she beats on the door, "Are you all right?"

   "YAAHHH!" It's open!  The balloon slaps and bounces in the water, then
floated to bounce back and forth between my feet.

   "Yeah heah heah, heah.  huh, fine?" I nodded.  It was up to the top, and
the back of my hair was wet.  "NhHhHhHhH!" Just shivering, and giggling.

   "Oh my god, you're having a seizure!" She pulled me out, "And you're
ice-cold!" She looked terrified, but her shirt was all wet, and sticking to
her bra.

   "HihihHehaHaHA!" I just let my head fall back, "Gahd, I was just playing
with myself," I pushed her back, "Mom!" And got a good grope in.

   "Oh, uh!" she pushed me back.  I just got up, and switched the water to
all hot.

   "Now leave me alone, I've got to pee!"

   ;

   "Bungees?" {Gdof BDSM}

   "YahH!" she laughed, and let me in.  "Come on out to the garage."

   "Why doesn't she drive?"

   "She, is a social justice warrior.  The truck is for when she needs a
truck, for a costco run, or lumber."

   "It's a dungeon." Explains why the truck is in the driveway.

   "Well, we're kinda hardware dykes.  Or she is, made most of this stuff."
Feeling on a bunch of boards in the corner.  "I made this," she pulled it
out, set it down.

   A bench, just squared legs, and "Slats?" I felt down it.  She nodded,
getting undressed.  I texted HER.  Way above my level, not even thinking
about taking a run at her, for years, got to get some titties, but.  "Hh,"
I got a lot to learn.

   SNAP!  She grinned.

   Power-bottom.  She makes you rape her, but.  Well she can't make me, I
want to.  They're not like a big round elastic, but a whole bunch of them
together, so she can push them apart, and them jerk them out hard by the
hooks to SNAP!  Them.

   "Rubber fetish." I nod, I'm learning.  I mean, the lube slick latex
gloves were as much for spanking as fingering her, which is why she told me
to keep them on, when she had the full balloon in there.

   "Just," she layed down, "Stretch the first one over the top." She draped
it over, and held onto the sides.

   "Do you feel, cold?"

   She shook her head.  "You can roll up the door, if you like." A car went
by on the street, like maybe 50 feet outside the door.  I shook my head,
"No, I mean, inside."

   There's a rail.  Under the side, "Lower." She nodded, "Even lower, pull
it real tight, so they cut into my skin." I shrugged, there's like, legs?
Welded under, well actually on top, to hand down under the 2x4 on the side.
So, I went around, and moved that side doewn another 2.  Rungs, I guess.  A
lot of vocabulary, I mean a lot.  Well, get a job, I'm nine, but might want
to think about that.  Lie, she works in the clothing section of walmart, to
find victims.  I shivered.

   "You feel cold?"

   "Yes."

   "Inside."

   I nodded, "It feels like, nothing." Just started.

   "Huh," she nodded.  "Now cross the next one underneath.  My boobs, so
they squeeze together, and pinch on the side.

   I nodded, and hooked the first one high.  Went around her head.

   "CGNF?"

   "Huh?"

   "Clothed Girl, Nude Female."

   "Well, I want to see you."

   "No!"

   "Huhn!" Her eyes slammed shut.

   "You don't deserve it.  You haven't earned it yet." I pulled it up,
tight.  "Tits.  Your name is Tits now.  Got it?"

   "Yes, uh," she looked down.

   "Missy," I let her go, and got up.  "I brought your phone back."

   "Hihihn!  I loved your facebook status."

   [I'm sorry, to my friends and family.  I can't live in the closet any
more.  I'm a total fag.] ~Fan Dom Phreak.

   "You play that, with.  What's her nuts."

   "Esty." She nodded.  "Uhn!"

   "Shut up, did I ask you That question?" I rubbed the warming sides,
boobed them together, and felt the tight black strands with my fingers.

   "Huh,"

   "ANSWER ME!"

   "Yes!  I mean no, mistress."

   "MISSY!"

   "AUH, hah.  uh.  No, Missy."

   "Good." I got up, "You're learning." I picked up another bungee, and
squeezed the loops together.  SNAP!

   "Huh!" God, her nipples, look like mine.  Brown, well really dark tan,
but no red in them at all.  Like her lips, and even her freckles, which is
weird for a redhead.  I dragged the loop back and forth across her panting
tummy.  "Hh hh hh!" She nodded.

   "SLUT!"

   "Uh!" Her legs came up.

   "Don't cover up," I grabbed them.  Just thought about, what little I
know.  This, I went to get something.  Dug around in the bucket of bungees.
It even had a label, she bought a whole bucket of them.  5 Gallons of Cargo
Bungees.  "Huh!" Plastic dipped hooks, with blocky ends.

   "No, behind there.  Yeah."

   "Ooh!" More of that pale yellow tubing.  A roll of it, "You like this
stuff."

   "On the hook, right in front of your eyes." Power bottom.  Dominant
masochist, she can't not top from the bottom.  Don't forget that.

   Right, like a pair of scissors, but one side is just a hook.

   "Yeah, surgical tubing?  It's so useful."

   "That balloon trick is the best."

   "You tried it?"

   I giggled, "My mom spanked me."

   "With it in."

   "Yeah, nhihihihmn!  She's real scared of me now."

   "Don't do that."

   "Why not?"

   "Huh!  We do this, in scene so we can function in the rest of our lives.
You have a pretty good cooldown?" It was almost a month, "Well, you need
your mom.  She's probably confused too, or whatever, but you can't let this
destroy every relationship in your life, and drive off anyone who might be
your friend.  You can't fuck with everyone, there's a society out there,
you need friends, co workers, and family, not just lovers."

   "That's why it's called Anti-social."

   "You've been reading, look you want to untye me so I can sit up?"

   "No."

   "Uh!"

   "You don't want to talk?" I finished tying her ancles, tight.

   "Tease."

   "Oh," I laughed, "I'm a tease huh?"

   "Yes, Missy."

   "Well, then," I shrugged, "You asked for it."

   I walked back over to the roll.  "What're you doing?"

   "Wouldn't you like to know?" Plastic bag of party balloons.  I rolled
the chair around the corner, and sat down, on the end with her head.

   "Hold still," I stretched the tubing over her nose, eyes, and pulled it
through the slats to start tying it on the bottom.  "Tight enough?"

   "Yeah," she couldn't really nod, tried, but she was grinning.

   I sat back, it's not really a blindfold, but you know victim rehearsal?
Well, I tried some stuff, but I couldn't see her eyes.  So she couldn't see
me at all.

   "Huh!" I felt it trickle out, and shivered, from the warm wetness
soaking through, pushed on 2/5 of the wheeled legs to lean back, so my piss
ran off, and spattered on the floor.  It's a garage, even has a drain,
right under her.  "Nh, hih!" I grinned, just put my dry fingers up my
shirt, but she started sniffing, then breathing through her nose, tying to
smell it.

   Pro-tip: Broccoli.  Great rubberbands, and I told my mom I read
something about antioxidents, or something.  Sent her an article, lots and
lots of broccoli.  "Snh!" I could smell it, so she sure could.
'nh, uh!" Acting it up, I probably cant get off yet, I don't have to.  I
know what it sounds like now, but she'd really red, and shivering.  "God,

you look so hot."

   "Hhuh?"

   "Yeah, I just want to eat you raw."

   "Nhm!" She licked her lips.

   "Nm!" I pinched them hard, to make me squeel.  "NIHM!" Bit my lips, and
nodded.

   'hhHH!" Shivering so hard now, and her fingers are shaking.

   I just crossed my legs, "Nhm," Rolled my eyes, "Uh!" Scrolled through
her playlist.  "Neah!" Which one did she say?  "Oh yeah."

   Yeah, [Pearl Jam - Alive (Ten)]

   "Yeah!"

   "Silence?" Let all the boredom and sarcasm out in my voice.  "Huh!  Hold
your breath if you have to, it's distracting."

   Turned it up...

   "Woah!  Wow, she walks slowly, across a young man's room.  She says 'I'm
ready, for you';"

   "Nh!"

   What a power trip?  I don't even really want to play with myself.  I
want to reach out, and take her head.  Yeah, just her forehead, in my
hands. Gently, it's like vulkan mindmelding, or when the doctor, did that
headbang thing?  What?  I don't have friends, don't go out, yes I watch
netflix, bingewatched, with a latte.  I'm a latte girl, get used to it.

   I shook my head, "Ts ts ts," so she could hear it.  "Gonna have to do
something, with this hair."

   She told me.

   "It's like a Nigger's."

   She'd pay for that.

   "What?"

   "I said SILENCE!" Dyes her pubes red.  Yes, just her pubes.

   2: Discipline.  And Dominance, no reason you have to do them in order.
Start with Bondage, though.  It helps with the rest.
"What cums next," I got up, "Oh yes," grabbed the bungee.  SNAP

"Sadomasochism."

   She just frose.  Even her fingers, tight on her thighs.  Didn't even
shiver.

   "This ones too long," the cutters.

   Hheld the hooked, right by her ear.  Can't really cut them all at once.
So, they kind of snap down.  To fall next to her head, and on her face of
course.  It fell, rattled muffled on the floor.  "Oops," I picked one up.

   WHK!  "Nh!" On my thigh.  "Huh, I'm going to have to get some practice
in with this.  FWAP!  Over my back, "Before I use it on you.  Or anyone
else, why I could HURT!" right over her belly, "Someone!"

   [She has a high pain tolerance,] she told me, [But you have to make sure
she's good and under, first.] "Snh?" [And aroused.]

   "YES!" I nodded.

   "I didn't ask you.  No, you want it too much.  I told you not to speak,
and yet you still can't seem to con TROLL yourself."

   I didn't even move the whip, and she jumped as if I hit her.  "You
know?" I threw the heavy metal lump with a hook on the bench, "I think I
like the discipline more."

   Walked around.

   "So, I think I'll make you cum."

   She started shivering again.

   "You feel cold?"

   "No, Missy."

   "You will." I stepped up on the 2 stairs to the kitchen.
:

   Pearl Jam - Animal.

   .

   .

   Coldplay - A Head Full of Dreams (Eponymus Album)

   Bottom {Flashback, Mind Control.  Mutual.  Also, Gavage.}

   "Yeah,"

   "You can talk."

   "I can't believe I never tried this."

   "Just when you think you got it all."

   Star, spelled *, and pronounced "Asterix."

   "You really try too hard to be white."

   "Uh!" I jumped when the tubing snapped off, across my nose, and eyes. 
Didn't hit any thing, just swung off.

   She nodded.  "For outing her, as a rapist."

   "Yeah, well she outed me."

   "Yeah, to the lady who caught us spankfucking in the bedroom."

   I closed my eyes, just to rerun the sensation of her piss wet hips, and
the wooden clothepin slapping against me.  Fucking me with her piss, the
bulging touching off a mindblowing cervical orgasm after another.

   "Hh!" I shivered, and my nipples felt like shattering.  Could you just
brush the powder off my chest?  Yeah, they're kind of sharp, and itch, the
individual grains.  I wasn't hot, I was freezing, and my clit felt like a
singularity.  Yeah, I'm a drop-out, but I took physics.  "hhHhih?" And I
got fired recently, but she's so worth it.

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah, svh, this really helps me.  vWv!  Hh!  Sympathize with the
victims."

   Just a water balloon, full of ice-water.  I can't believe I never tried
this!

   "So, tell me about your first one."

   "Little faggot," I nodded.  "Nigger." Shook my head at myself.  "Huh! 
He had this crush on my boyfriend, so I played Cyrano.  De'Bergerac?"
Right, 5th grader, next year.  "HhHuh!"

   "What did you do to him?"

   "Mostly spanked and humiliated.  With rubberbands, around his privates.
HhH!  His balls, and superhard little cock.  HmHmHmHH!  Hvwvwv!  Fuck, this
is brilliant, I can't believe I didn't cum up with it!"

   "Yeah, it feels incredible, doesn't it?"

   "I just want to shatter, and fall to pieces on the floor!"

   "Hihihn!"

   "So you had two boyfriends?"

   "Yvheah, like the oldest guy in school.  And the youngest, I kind of had
to try both extremes, big dumb jock, and little boy of a nerd.  HhHhH!"
Yep, I hate them all.  "UNH!  Finally, some warmth.  Deep in my womb, now
the goosebumps are fizzing like bubbles breaking the surface of a tall
glass of soda, "HeahHHHH!  Wvwvwvwvwvwvwh!" Full body, every nerve
scintillating with an electric white noise of pleasure.  "FvFPHAUGH!" Her
hand was shaking too, so hard, and fast, it was like a vibrator, but the
semihard rubber erasor of a nip went ultrasound right on my nanoclit with
the shrunken hood, and inner lips, god I could feel every tight dry
wrinkle, and I think I finally passed out.

   She threw her leg over, hard to believe I was her first rodeo cowboy,
but her hot wool skirt itched, then she sighed and the hot warm trickle
spattered all over my spasming tummy.

   "HhH!  Heah!" Just some warmth, any warmth, now it was running up my
back, and around my neck, choking me, and my thighs were burning.  I don't
know from the cold, or the hot blood pumping throughout them down to the
pins, and needles tingling in my toes like frostbite.  I swear my hair was
falling out, and my scalp was burning.

   "DEAR GOD!" I have never gotten off like that!

   "Yeah," she laughed, "Just when you think you've done it all."

   "PCH!" I looked up, or down, I don't know which.  "Drink this."

   "GLNGHULGLUGGLUK,"

   "All of it."

   But it's a 2 liter.

   "Don't spill a drop.  You're paying for that too, right now.  Put your
head down, and suck your bottle.  You like mountain dew?  Take your time, I
got all day, and you're going to drink every last drop of Dew I give you.
Breathe through your nose, and try not to drown."

   I couldn't even nod, or shake my head, so I held it in my teeth.

   ;
   {I'm working on it...}