LITTLE AMANDA: GETTING READY

BY EMILIE SUMMERS

Amanda followed in silence as the maiden lead her through the hall. The walls were laden with pictures of little girls as young as six brutally tortured. There was indeed no doubt that her Master is truly a saddist and a pedophile. She shuddered in fright at the thought of being tortured like the previous slave girls of her master. Soft cries were heard. The maiden turned around and asked,

“Are you all right, Amanda?”

Amanda sniffled. “Yes… I mean no… I’m scared… Are you master’s slave too? What’s… your name?”

“I’m Keisha, I’m fifteen, and yes, I am his slave. I was brought here through the Master’s orders when I was only eight. He used me day and night unfailingly. I assume that you must have met Sir Boris?” Amanda nods. “I must tell you that Sir Boris’s warning of not to disobey the master must not to be ignored. Master can really be vicious and cruel so you do not want to get on his bad side. He never forgives.”

“W..What happened to the girls who disobeyed him?”

Keisha shook her head sadly. “They were spirited away to barbarous places a thousand times much worse than this. Some of them are even thought to be killed by murderers. Don’t even think of escaping because it’s just impossible.”

Amanda nods and said no more. After what seems like an eternity of walking through the vast halls, they stopped at a door and Keisha led her in. “I must get you ready for the Master at once. We must put our conversation to a halt. Wait here, I have to get some things and I’ll be with you shortly.”

With that, Keisha disappeared to another chamber within the room. Amanda stands there looking at the big empty room. After a moment, Keisha arrived, bringing with her several items: a see-through nightie, a brush, a hair bow, make-up, perfumed oils, a collar, and dainty chains.

“Please keep still Amanda, I have to make you presentable to the Master or else I’ll get severely punished…” Keisha whispered. First, she gently removed the alligator clamps off Amanda’s nipples which made her yelp. “Don’t cry Amanda, I’ll make it feel all better.” Keisha said and she took an amount of perfumed oil and rubbed it across her sore nipples. “Feel better now?” Keisha inquired. “Yes, it doesn’t sting as much as before.” Amanda replied. Keisha then rubs some more oil around her tiny breasts and all over her body. All the while, Amanda spoke not a word.

Next, Keisha brushed through her silky golden blonde hair and tied it up in a high ponytail with the pink hair bow. She turns her around and applies light make-up on her delicate face.

“Perfect.” Keisha said. She then slipped the cuffs off her wrists, and puts the sheer nightie over her nude body. She removed the old collar on her neck and replaced it with a golden one which was more like a choker. Then, she attaches the chains on her wrists and ankles.

“I have to attach these clamps back on Amanda… I’m really sorry… I don’t want to do it but the Master wishes that it be done his way… I hope you understand…” Keisha said. “Yes. I understand… Keisha…” Amanda said. She winced as she felt the clamps secure her perky nipples once again.

“You are now ready to be presented to the Master. Please be courteous and when you’re standing before him, kneel down always, head bent.”

“Yes Keisha, I’ll do as you say.” Amanda sighed sadly.