TRAINING THE PRE-TEEN DAUGHTER

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

The sweet song of a bird outside her window, whoke her,and she looked about her new room.

Pale pink walls with matching lace curtains covering the large French doored white painted windows.French provincial white wooden dresser, comode and closet with even a dressing table with full makeup mirror. An expensive soft Indian rug covered most of the polished hardwood floor.A wrought iron chandaleer full of fine cut crystal and tiny lights hung from the ceiling.

The centre piece of this little princess room was the huge white French provincial bed complete with corner posts and fringed canopy.

Certainly a room fit for a princess.

The pale pink lace curtains were over windows sealled with white painted iron bars.The drawrs of the dressers containted impliments designed for the torture of little females. Everything from arm binders, through cuffs to studded dildo's.The closet was hung with leather restraints, rubber and leather bondage clothing sized to fit pre-teen females.The rug covered rings boltted to the floor.And the chandaleer could be raised or lowered with female limbs restrained in its attatched shackles as required.

The tiny female in the bed was stretched taught, spreadeagle between the four iron posts of a rack disgized as a princess bed.Her thin sweating form was criscrossed with a pattern of light whip marks. A large hard pillow under her lower back thrust her hairless sex upwards for ease of use.

A door opened and with the sound, her head came up to reveal a very pretty, face, accented by the halo of sweat dampened black hair. Her brown eyes observed a young blond hared male, dressed in a schoolboy uniform enter and slowly walk towards her, circling to her left as he approached.

He arrived at her bed of pain, beside her head and knelt down, brining his face close to hers.

“You must be the thirteenth birthday present I asked for. A little female to practice on”

He then stood up and quickly stripped off. But when he climbed on to the torture device, disguised as a princess’s bed, she saw in his left hand, the remote control device the adult male had used to stretch her out, after she was unpacked in this fancy torture chamber last night. But she was confused as he began kissing her body all over.

“You are the first girl I have ever seen nude, and you smell so delightful. She squeaked as his hand tentatively explored her sex as his tong caressed her left nipple. The beginning of his arousal swelled against her left thigh as he rubbed his body against hers. He kissed her neck and started working his way down her chest, his hands proceeding. When his tong reached her hairless slit she sighed as his tong explored.

But screamed out as his finger touched the stretch button and the iron posts moved outward one notch, and pain replaced pleasure. He continued to lick her slit as he hit the button twice more. Each time he was rewarded with a scream as her body oozed both sweat and female musk. At last he could not hold himself any longer and inexpertly attempted to penetrate her vagina.

His weight, pressing down on her pillow supported up thrust hips actually temporarily eased the agony of her limbs and she fervidly attempted to assist him with her well-trained vaginal muscles. But he was unable to control his first orgasm and as it quickly shrunk, his face reddened with anger.

He hopped off the bed and strode to the commode, threw open the doors and grabbed the first whip he saw. Returning to the rack side, his arm swiftly rose and fell, showering her little body with inexperienced strokes. Many missed, but some struck home and her screams echoed in the soundproof room.

Aroused by her screams he threw himself down over her again, this time thrusting a firmer member in her abused body. His strong fingers dug deep into either rear cheeks as his fervent thrusts quickened to his second climax. This one seemed to drain him and his body collapsed against her outstretched form, adding to her agony. But the respite was temporary and, as other males had, he rolled off her and walked out of her line of vision.

Time stands still for a female under torture. The agonies inflicted on her restrained form overcome any other thoughts. Whether the whip stings, needles pierce, clips bite, irons burn or cuffs stretch. The mind is focused on the resulting agonies. And when the pain giver is out of sight, the mind summons up all the possible horrors that he might be preparing.

The slamming of a door broke into her fevered thoughts, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Wake up” An adult hand slapped her face twice, bringing more tears. A strong hand gripped her face and turned it toward him.

“You have been purchased from your traing school in order that young master Robert learn the intricacies of dominating females. And will be kept in this room until you earn the privilege of accompanying him outside. As you have been trained to teach young males about sex and respond even under torture, I expect you to perform as required. If not, I assure you I can teach him rather painful torture techniques. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

And then gasped as he held up the rack control module. But it was used to release her, bringing with it, the agonies of relaxing ligaments. The male unstrapped her limbs and rubbed soothing hands all over her abused body. Then carried her to the bathroom, were, after siting her on the toilet, she relieved herself. As trained she remained still standing in the bathtub, as he washed her all over, dried her and, after placing a collar around her neck led her back to the foot of the bed. He cuffed her hands behind her and lowered her, kneeling to the floor. A bowl of mixed food was placed on a silver tray with a bowl of water within reach. The older male them exited her room turning out the lights as he went. After eating her fill, she slumped over onto her side as was soon sound asleep.

One thought eased her way. “A boys first female is often his first love. Maybe this would not be such a bad life after all”