FOUNDLING

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

Sunday Morning to the director of the Ropeville Hotel recreational complex was as a Friday too most others. It was almost noon and he had not even made it through all the paperwork on his desk yet.

Things winding down, finals in the competitive events taking place right across the complex. He had seven different events to hand out the prizes for this afternoon alone. That Houdini water escape scarred the heck out of him and the hotel only broke even on it. But the four weeks of escape mastering that led up to it was very profitable.

And the spoiled kids chain gang work parties saved a bundle on maintenance. The original maintenance staff were enjoying playing prison guards. And showing the rich kids what doing a good days work really meant.

And he still was undecided on the new Japanese rope bondage display. He would have to drop in before it was over at dinnertime.

Lost luggage, disagreements over itemized bills. I.E. "Your room did order that movie, Sir, your credit card number and expiry date match. We can retrieve the conversation from our computerized system if you prefer."

The busses transporting the visiting soccer and basketball tournament players would be an hour late and the kitchens informed him the milk cooler was on the fritz again.

Just as he thought things could not get worse, they of course did. His cell phone rang, again.

"Main Gate here. Commander Evans of the State troopers just drove through the main gate with a little red headed girl in the back seat. He was directed to your office in the main building" His head of security informed him.

"Conduct an exhaustive hands on inventory of every single child currently registered on our system. If they have picked up a guest or a guests child who made it outside of our security system, we are both out of jobs" He told him.

He quickly left his office, locking the door behind him and walked around the front desk to just outside the main entrance.

A dark blue vintage Chrysler New Yorker pulled up to the restricted parking directly in front of the doors and a valet moved to open the drivers doors. A large man in an impeccable Armani suit got out before he could and then opened the rear door drawing a young girl out.

The director advanced to meet them. The two men shook hands, the police officers dwarfing the directors.

"Welcome to your first visit to our hotel Commander Evans "He said in greeting to the former NFL star, turned police officer.

"We have heard quite a bit about your special events, and I have dropped by to show my niece, Foundling around." Commander Evans replied.

The director checked out the little girl standing just off to his right, behind the commander. A pretty little red head in an expensive lacy dress, knee high lace socks, black paten leather shoes and a pink bow in her well-brushed hair. She was probably nine or ten. This all belying the fact she had not lifted her eyes above the men's waist level and stood perfectly still, exactly were the police officer had put her when he drew her out of the car.

A well trained little pet if he ever saw one. Not the rambunctious young balls of energy that usually were sent here for training.

"Then this is a private rather than professional visit?' The director inquired.

"Let us call it an exploratory first visit" He told the director. "But we do have a small mater that we hope you can fix for us"

The visitor then walked around to the trunk of his car and withdrew a large leather briefcase and returned.

"I was hoping you could rework these into something that we could use' He told the director.

Greatly relieved, now that it appeared the visit was a non-professional one. The director led them back into his office and closed the door behind him. Commander Evans sat in the proffered chair, but the little girl just moved to stand directly beside his right side.

The commander placed the s large briefcase on the director's desk, and after opening it, lifted out sets of prisoner transfer chains and adult sized handcuffs.

"What I first require are these reworked to fit Foundling here" He told the director.

"Actually no great problem Commander Evans. Our stores system probably already contains sets manufactured to fit children. We can exchange yours for some of ours at no charge. Let's say for future considerations?" The director said.

"If you mean that as a bribe you are talking to the wrong man" Commander Evans informed him in a gruff tone.

"No, not a bribe, but we will just add the difference to any future charges we bill you should you deside you and your niece wish to partake of any of our events or facilities" The Director replied.

"Works for me" The Commander replied.

"Then if you could leave the case here and your car keys, I will have the exchange tack place and the case replaced in your trunk" The greatly relieved director told the larger man. I can provide a guide or a visitors map of the grounds, if you desire"

The map will be fine and I will return to the lobby when our tour is complete" the police Commander informed the hotel director.

He then stood up, dropped a set of car keys on his desk and walked out, the little girl, one step behind.

The director sat down at his desk and poured him self a glass of ice water, whipping his brow. And decided whatever happened, the rest of today would be a breeze compared to the last half-hour.

Out the front Evans stopped, and Foundling stood in her place as he checked out the map. Just then they looked up as the sound of hooves approached. From around a hedge wall a matched pair of pony boy and girl drew up, pulling a high-wheeled sulky driven by an adult female in riding gear.

"Look at that, Foundling, I wonder if it those outfits come in your size" He told her and she obediently looked up to see the pony twins draw up right in front of her.

"Would you like to pet them?' The driver inquired. They appreciate a little attention when they are taken out for a drive" She informed Foundling.

"Go ahead, examine their outfits, as you just might find yourself in one, some day" Evans told her.

Foundling reached out and stroked the flank of the blond pony boy. And looked longingly up at the head encompassing bridles and bits, complete with side blinders. She bent down and examined the high black leather boots and their horse's hooves shaped soles.

Foundling then turned towards her master and licked her smiling lips. He knew she was looking forward to it.

The driver then pulled the two ponies up and turning them, moved off down the driveway.

The Commander moved off following the map, and Foundling followed obediently along.

Next stop was the pool, were six teenagers were lined up in wet bathing suits and receiving awards from the same director they had first met. "A swimming competition?' The commander inquired of an obviously delighted parent.

"No, Sir, the lady replied. My daughter just completed the Houdini underwater escape Challenge" She proudly informed him. One of the first six Ropeville Hotel graduates"

"Very interesting" Evans answered moving away.

As they walked towards the tennis courts, they saw orange coveralls kids cutting the grass and raking the grass. Commander Evans did not even give this lot a second look.

Similar chain gangs were employed throughout his area. No sitting in a cell being fed and housed at the state's expense while the roadsides needed attention on his watch.

Foundling watched the kids and hopped she would be similarly used around her new home.

At the tennis courts they saw a strange one-sided game. Kids, whose arms were bound together in front of them, tennis racket held in the resulting double handed grip. Bobbed and weaved to deflect or return tennis balls fired at them by a tennis ball firing machine across the court.

"How can they tell who is winning?' Evans asked one bystander.

"They receive two points for a successfully returned ball and one for just dodging it. But they loose one point every time they get hit: The adult male told them. My son is in the next court and is twenty points ahead. I signed him up as he is in the running for the State championships"

"Maybe when you get taller" Evans told Foundling as they moved on.

Next stop was a refreshment patio and as Commander Evans sat down at a round table under a colorful umbrella, Foundling began to kneel at his feet.

"Just this time sit up on the chair across from me" he ordered and she amazed, complied.

A young waiter, arms bound behind him, in a short skirt and high heels approached. A notepad and pen hung from the ball gag firmly held in his lipstick-applied mouth. Silk stockings and a maids white lace headpiece completed his outfit.

Evans wrote down his order and the she-male minced off.

"Definitely a French Maids outfit in your future Foundling" He told her. And her smile as she licked her red ruby lips told him she was delighted at his revelation.

Evans noted most of the adults in the adjoining tables had children in various forms of and degrees of bondage either sitting or standing beside them. Some wore only handcuffs or rope, some a few bits of leather and one or two appeared to be completely enclosed in leather or stretch synthetics.

Foundling, for the first time since they arrived mewed slightly. Evans looked up to see her squirming in her seat eyes rolling. Do you have to pee?' He inquired.

She nodded and he nodded, sending her scurrying off to the indicated rest room.

Commander Evans looked up as another adult male let his table and walked over.

"If you do not mind me saying so, your daughter certainly is a very pretty young girl. And very well trained" he staited.

"Yes she certainly is" Evans replied. Your own son appears to be under quite a bit of restraint" His son stood beside the table he had left. Almost completely enshrouded in black shiny rubber or PVC. Including a short skirt.

My wife and I noticed she is completely unbound. Is your training of her complete, or can I lend you these handcuffs in order that she might feel at home here?' He inquired, holding out a short chain with two foundling size handcuffs at each end.

"Foundling came to me quite well trained and has agreed to stay with me as long as I desire. In return I will provide for her and see to as high an education as she can achieve" He told this total stranger for some reason.

"That is as a parent should to their offspring. He replied. If you need to converse with like minded parents, please give us a try" Handing Evans a business card with gold lettering before returning to his table.

Commander Evans was looking at the card when Foundling returned to her seat. He placed the card in front of her and the proffered shackles. Foundling smiled and nodded her head twice.

Just then, a new server approached with their order. This time a young girl dressed as the order taker but a serving tray was fixed to her head and gracefully kneeled down in front of Evans allowing him to lift off the two shakes in their tall glasses.

He placed on in front of each of them, but then beckoned with his hand for foundling to approach. She hopped off the seat and walked around to his chair, turning her back to him, wrists crossed h behind her back. He reached down and slipped the chrome steel cuffs around her proffered wrists.

"Return to your seat. And if you spill a drop of the milkshake on that new dress I bought you this morning, you will receive a severe spanking when we get home" He promised her.

She returned to her seat and deftly wrapped her ruby lips around the straw. It made him smile to see how she sucked on it as she had his member that morning. Tong caressing its tip and a very cheeky smile on her elfin lips. She had sucked the milkshake glass dry and pulled her head back up. Then he sat there amazed as she deliberately let a very small drop of chocolate milkshake drip out of the corner of her mouth onto her dress. He swiftly reached across the table to catch it, but missed. She smiled and erotically licked her lips.

"I will use my belt" He told her, but she only smiled and licked her lips again.

"You are such a sexy little sex slave" her told her.

Then they were off through the gardens were more orange coverall dressed rich kids were weeding, raking and planting.

"You know, my place could do with a lot of gardening Foundling" he told her as they walked past.

Ahead was a new stone wall and people were entering through a round arched doorway.

"Let's see were they are going" He told Foundling. As she walked through the door.

The Japanese stone garden was a calm delight after the bustle of activity outside. They walked down one side towards the traditional Japanese building at one end. As they approached the lawn of raked gravel in front, the crowd parted and a young female bound in rope was revealed perched on the rock in the middle.

For the first time in his presence, Foundling gasped. The girl was covered in oil and sweat ran in rivulets down her white skinned body. Foundling stepped out onto the small stones, set as islands around the one the girl was perched on. And deftly moved from one to another approaching her.

Commander Evans stood speechless at the activities of his sex slave. It had not been a month since she accepted his offer and this was the very first time she had shown any interest in anything but pleasing him and doing well in school. He just did not know whether to grab her and drag her back or see what she was up to.

He moved around the crowd, his height enabling him to see over most of them. Foundling reached the stone on witch the girl was perched and stood transfixed. The girl was bound in criscrossed, intertwined ropes, and had a knotted rope running from a waist rope down through her cleft and moved back and forth moving it through her sex. Foundling watched as she obviously reached a climax and let out a soft sigh.

Foundling they happily skipped back across the stones to land at the feet of her master. She knelt and looked pleadingly up at him, licking her lips.

:" You have already earned a night in tight bondage, hanging in a dark closet. And that is after I tire out my arm using my belt on your suspended body. He warned her, shaking his finger in her pouty face. But yes if you are very very good I will see if I can arrange for you to be bound as she is for your birthday. Do you know when that is?"

Foundling just smiled the broadest smile he had ever seen and continually liked her pouty lips.

Maybe he should attend the next meeting of the Kids In Bondage Parents Association.