FOUNDLING: AN EVENTFUL WEEKEND

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1A ]

Saturday

A firm hand striking her naked rear woke Foundling.

"Time to move that tight little ass Foundling". She heard her Master order.

She rolled over to a sitting position on her haunches and opened her mouth, ready to receive his morning erection sprouting right in front of her face.

"Be Quick" He ordered and her mouth dove right to work. As her lips slid his foreskin back, her tong flicked over the tip. Back and forth, gradually increasing the length and speed of her thrusts. She tasted a bit of pre-cum and then he grabbed her head in both hands and controlled the action. Less than a dozen strokes later she swallowed as much of this, she hopped, first of his many ejaculation's into her body today.

She was cleaning him off when the sound of a lawnmower startled her.

"We must hurry. Mavis has already started to cut the grass" He told her.

Evans knelt down and unlocked, then carried Foundling into the bathroom. As she peed, he shaved and started the shower. Foundling jumped in when he crooked his forefinger, but he was in no mood for her to mount him. Getting hung by the wrists from the newly installed leather shackles he had just mounted in the bathtub ceiling while he washed her down. Was all the immediate attention she got.

He dried her off and they moved to back to the bedroom. She knelt down and tried to give him another blowjob, but he just slapped her across the face.

"Remember, I decide, and I already told you, we have work to do" He told her as she sniffled at his feet.

"Why are you crying? I did not even hit you that hard" He inquired.

"Master, I have been trained all my life to try my hardest and entice you to fuck or punish my body. It is what I do, it is who I am and doing any other thing is foreign to my trained nature. I am just a willing, well-trained preteen fuck toy and very proud of my ability to arouse any adult I am required too. And until Monday night you we very, very delighted with my efforts." She mater of factually told him.

"You are right Foundling. I greedily took everything you could give and eagerly looked forward too much more. I still do, but taking on Mavis has complicated our existence. She needs us both. He surprised her with his frankness. "You continue to be what you are very good at, but must understand you now must share me with another"

So she just climbed up on the piano stool that he used as her dressing platform and moved as indicated when he dressed her. A short sleeved tank top, leaving her tummy exposed and very short shorts were all he applied to her tiny frame.

"At least he remembered to hump my pubs with his thumb as he slid my shorts up" Foundling thought to herself.

He put on his regular mufti outfit of crisp blue jeans, button down collard shirt, white socks and black loafers.

"This guys fashion sense is stuck in the 50's" Foundling thought. We females will have to drag him onto the modern age" As she followed him outside. "Dam, but her master had a nice but".

Mavis was just completing about half the lawn by this time. Foundling was glad to see the lawn mover at least had a bagger attached. She had supposed raking up afterwards would be hers. Mavis, she saw was similarly attired, except her not really big boobs just seemed to be bouncing just out of site above were her top had been roughly cut off. And her pubes were almost exposed by the barely existing really short shorts she sort of had on.

But the happy smile on her sweating face as she moved past the new arrivals indicated she was very pleased with both her attire and lot in life.

"How do you like my choice of her attire?" Evans inquired.

"Naked would have been an easier decision" Foundling replied.

"But Foundling, Mavis is very aware of being almost nude, and she is delighting in the tease. And excited that I am so proud of her, I am willing to show her off so attired" Evans told her.

"I do not understand" Foundling asked looking up into Evans smiling face. He was obviously very proud of how Mavis looked and very exited by her response.

Evans knelt down in front of his puzzled little sex slave. "Foundling, for your entire life you have been the center of attraction. Your sex trained preteen little body desired by every male you were exposed to. Every one of them wanted to both cuddle and fuck you. And you both knew and reveled in it"

"But Mavis was just one of many relatively plain little girls, almost forgotten in the crowd. She put everything into her marksmanship and won the Olympic Gold Medal. That opens doors and led to a promising life. But it did not bring love nor sexual attraction"

"I have simply shown her I think she is a sexy little piece of desirable ass and she is reveling in it. Mavis has begged me to have her breasts enlarged" But I told her the 36's hanging on her are enough for this boy" Evans continued.

"You are a perfect Master" Foundling told him. "And have made the mistake of falling in love with one of your sex slaves" Foundling kept to herself.

"It is your turn to get to work" Evans told her. "Pick up that broom from the porch and start sweeping the driveway off"

As the indicated surface was at least twenty feet wide and a hundred feet long. Foundling looked downcast. But brightened when he promised. "If I approve of your work, we will go shopping for some real clothes. Not those monotonous school uniforms Mavis picked out for you"

Foundling was half way up the driveway when a car horn sounded behind her. She jumped and looking back, she saw a red pickup truck easing up right behind her.

"Almost drove right up to that pretty little rear end" A smiling blond hared giant laughed as he opened the driver's door and stepped out.

"Bob, You have a pair of groundskeepers, everyone in the valley could envy" He laughingly told them.

Both females smiled, but kept working.

The two men went into the house and Foundling had swept the driveway, and Mavis finished cutting and trimming the front lawn before they re-emerged.

The two men walked back to were the females stood awaiting further orders.

"This big bum is really a brilliant architect pretending to be a retired pro football center. Ed snapped me the balls that won us two Supper Bowl Rings" Evans told them.

"Actually the football just paid for the university schooling. And I always thought you just liked putting your hands up my but" He smiled as he told them all.

"Anyway he will be renovating the house to increase our living space and add a pool out back" Robert told the two smiling females.

"Foundling here will have her own rooms and will not have to sleep on the living room couch. I will have an office were our bedroom now is and that huge attic will become our recreation center. My new wife will have a craft room. I will have a large wine cellar. And there will still be plenty of space left over for a nursery, if we are lucky"

Evans shook the other mans hand and walked him to the truck.

After he drove off, Evans called the two females to his side.

"That was for his consumption. Foundling will continue to sleep chained to the bottom of my bed, no mater what room it is in. Mavis will still be chained up spread eagle to that wooden futon frame in one of the empty rooms or to the post at the bottom of the stairs. That wine cellar will be transformed into my entertainment center featuring torturing you two as my entertainment. The open third floor area will be outfitted with the latest giant screen TV, surround sound system complete with DVD and satellite access, a wet bar, and some comfortable couches". He informed his two sex slaves.

"But entertaining me with your bodies will still be your function there. And as Foundling has been sterilized and Mavis is infertile, the rest of the rooms will stay empty, unless I acquire more slaves". He continued.

"Mavis, will be continuing to spruce up the front until it is time for her to get ready to spend the rest of the day with her old school friends until after midnight. And Foundling and I will go shopping" Evans told them.

He then withdrew from his top pocket a gold colored credit card. Walked up to were Mavis stood. And slid it under the ragged edge of her tight shorts, diving his other hand up into her tits. Mavis moaned and Foundling could see she was pushing her hips into were Evans's hand probed her sex with the credit card.

`Keep it safe and use it wisely" He told her walking away with Foundling. "You will be required to payback every penny with your body"

Foundling looked back at Mavis as she stood in the middle of the newly mowed lawn with a very wicked look on her face. "He had better hope that card has a big limit as Mavis plans on buying enough to have to spend years working it off getting you off" A smiling Foundry thought.

Once inside, Evans told her to go up and have a complete shower and after drying herself off, get dressed. And meet him in the front room.

Foundling remembered his recent warning about disobedience and actually looked forward to having his body to her self until Mavis came home very late tonight.

About half an hour later Foundling, dressed in her schools sports day outfit, returned to find her master sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich. She walked up to his chair and dropped to her knees, eyes closed, mouth open. He reached down and placed a few bites of his cheese sandwich in her mouth and shared his glass of milk. The food was very plain in there household.

Mavis had trouble boiling water and Foundling's culinary skills were limited to using a microwave.

One of Evans's hobbies was cooking, but to tell the truth, they usually ate out.

Evans then stood and walked away. Foundling jumped up, loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and hurried after him. Inside the attached garage, he belted her into the rear passenger seat of his restored car and waving to the still working Mavis drove off.

After a relatively short drive, they arrived at that huge mall again.

"Thankfully, thought Foundry. I could not stand another minute of those ancient "Beatles" songs"

Evans parked and unloaded Foundling. She noticed he had put on a blue jeans jacket. Probably to cover that automatic in it's holster tucked into his pants at the middle of his backside.

They entered at one end of the mall and Foundling assumed the proper little girl mode and walked just behind and to one side as he entered a dress shop.

"She is a beauty Sir" The saleslady told him. I am sure we will have something that will do her proud.

Foundling was dressed in lacy tops, lacey dresses and finally an extremely lacy, virgin white dress complete with lace knee-highs and a pink ribbon, and even lace gloves.

"I will just die if he forces me to wear this outside" Foundling frowned. But kept it to her self. Fortunately, it was ordered but for delivery.

The next shop he entered provided her with at least two pair of none school style shoes and a pair of hiking boots she wondered about. But the next stop provided the answer. It was camping outfitters were suitable heavy shirts and pants as well as thick socks were all stuffed into aluminum framed backpack. Also to be delivered.

Outside a pair of patrolling police touched right index finger to cap in salute as their commander and his new daughter walked past. Evans nodded in reply.

"More pairs of female cops?' Puzzled Foundry.

Foundry dared punishment when she pulled at Evans pants as he briskly strode past an entertainment store.

Evans stopped and looked down. "Yes Foundling?" Can your new Daughter pick out a music CD?" She softly inquired. "And a portable CD player to go with it?" She cheekily added.

"Your purchases have to be paid for the same way Mavis is required too" He softly told her.

"Looking forward to it "Dad" She laughingly told him as she licked her lips.

Inside Evans watched as Foundling moved up and down the racks of CD's picking out six of the latest from her favorites. At the sales counter Evans picked out the top of the line Sony CD player and a pack of a dozen required batteries.

As he signed for the over five hundred dollar purchase and handed the plastic bag containing her prizes to Foundling he smiled as he bent down and whispered. "That is an entire month's worth of your morning's work just for the CD's "Daughter".

"And I will eagerly work off every penny "Dad" She smilingly told him back.

"Your Daughter is a prime example of the respectful young girls our middle school works hard to produce" A female voice complimented.

"Yes it has and will hopefully continue to do so" Evans answered a middle aged woman standing with another young girl in the school's sports uniform.

As Evans walked off, foundling assumed her place, just beside and a step behind him.

They were on the third level concourse now and Evans stopped to look down at the open main crossroads of the "T" shaped mall. All around mothers with girls, some men with girls and even girls with girls moved purposely about. An infrequent young boy was almost a rarity. Pairs of female police officers strode occasionally through.

"Foundling mewed softly, indicating she request to speak.

"Yes?" Evans asked. Giving permission.

"Were do all the females come from?" Foundling seemed puzzled.

"That is the question that has been nagging at the back of my brain ever since I took this job, Foundling" Evans replied. When I figure it out. This outsider will let you, a fellow outsider in on it" He promised. "Time to eat"

They walked towards the glass walled elevator and after waiting only a few seconds descended to the ground floor food court. Foundling headed for a hamburger counter, but Evans grabbed her hand and led her to a sports bar and the Matradie escorted them to a quiet, private booth near the back. TV's mounted everywhere-showed innumerable sports events even horse racing.

"A cute Afro-American waitress appeared with cutlery and a pitcher of ice water with two glasses on a tray. She set them out and poured each a full glass. Her bronze colored nametag said "Bambi".

Evans unfolded the plastsized menu and ordered a slightly red steak for himself and a junior hamburger with fries and a chocolate milkshake for Foundling.

"I really will tan your tight little ass and hang you in the closet again if you deliberately spill a drop of your shake on that new outfit" Evans informed her.

Foundling just liked her lips as Evans sat back in his soft bench seat and laughed. "Dam but you are almost more than I can take Foundling" He told her. She just desperately hopped so.

Evans's eyes swept the room from the corner booth. Young girls were everywhere. That at least a third sported a similarly aged boy hand in hand soothed his increasing doubts about something-sinister happening to their new home.

But when he recognized at least six pairs of females siting either by themselves or in groups were the same pair that patrolled together, he frowned. Cops tended to socialize off work with other cops. It had become an accepted part of society. But he had never seen them holding hands and kissing in public before.

Evans was beginning to realize what the real resistance to his new program of single policemen patrolling in daylight hours was coming from. It was not the cost reductions or manpower rescheduling they were fighting; it was spending the shift apart from their lovers. Mavis's opposition, as both the day to day operations Chief and the association spokesperson had be come very clear to Police Commander Evans.

Inside his house she was his sex slave but in the office she was the protector of the all-female police force personnel. And sometimes he wished she were not so darn efficient.

There was a tremendous crash of falling crockery and the sounds of breaking glass. A tearful Bambi backed away from the tangled forms of two of her fellow waitresses right into Evans's lap. Spilling the glass of water he had just put to his lips all over himself.

"What the heck". He swore, dumping Bambi onto the floor at his feet. The manager rushed up offering blandishments and attempting to dry him off with a proffered towel.

"You are fired" He told Bambi as he stepped around her. "At least you will be after t you work off all those broken dishes cleaning up the restaurant tonight" He told the girl sitting at Evans's feet.

"Leave her be and add her damages to my bill" Evans told him. He sputtered by Evans's face told him he had better take the one time offer seriously.

"OK, Mr. Evans. I will see personally to your orders and this one is now your responsibility" He told him and walked off. Bambi had stayed siting on the floor at Evan's feet all this time.

He looked down at her and ordered. "Stay"

She reverted to a submissive kneeling position, head down.

Foundling sat still in her seat through all this confusion, folding her feet up under her when the water cascaded all over the table and fended it off dripping over the edge of the table, on to her clothes with paper napkins.

The sounds of the restaurant died during the crash of the waitresses, but resumed when the manager staked off. No one even glanced at the site of a female kneeling in obvious submission at Evans's feet.

"Clean this table off" He ordered and when Foundling began, held his hand up. She immediately stopped and the new girl sprang up and dashed off to return with dry towel and replacement service items. After she had dried and replaced the cutlery and serviettes she resumed her kneeling position.

"Can you do anything right?" Evans inquired of her.

"I graduated top of my class from Berkley International Culinary Arts Academy" Her softly French accented Creole voice replied.

"Then I just might have a place for you" He told her, placing his business card in her lovely lips. Arrive there by four P.M. and I will try you out. I taught at Berkley so I will inquire into and test you out this afternoon' He told her. Now get out and start walking"

"Yes Sir!" She replied smiling and jumped up, disappearing in to the rear of the restaurant.

"Well do you want to try to learn how to cook, or continue suffer Mavis's almost disastrous attempts" Evans inquired of Foundling. I think the smoke alarm has learned to go off as soon as she walks into the kitchen" He told her. A conspirator looking expression on his face. "After all I thought you were getting used to cleaning up after her disasters"

"No, Dad. But I think you just added to your stable. And sharing you is something I will never get used to" She told him putting on a pouty face.

"Then you missed the gold penis with the lightning symbol through it she wore around her neck" Evans told her. About a third of my Officer's wear it. I have just realized it means the wearer prefers other females. And here I thought it meant they desired rough sex with males.

The manager reappeared and served their food. Evans inquired and found "Bambi" had indeed presented accrediting awards of merit from the school, but had been hired only as a waitress. He recommended Evans have her work off the debt far away from anything breakable. But acknowledged she had prepared excellent lunchtime soup just yesterday when his chef had been tardy. Her skills were in evidence as long as she was kept in the kitchen it seemed.

"Then I think I know exactly were she will be kept". Evans informed Foundling in between mouthfuls of steak.

Foundling just knew she and Mavis would become her cleanup and serving crew. But at least they would eat better.

After the meal, Evans did not even look at the receipt he signed and Foundling dutifully followed him out of the restaurant. She thought she heard very soft clapping behind her, but was afraid to loose her place beside and behind Evans in the crowded mall if she glanced back.

He walked back to the elevator and Foundry was amaissed, that in a busy mall few used it. He pushed the top floor button, but the elevator did not move. He irritably pushed it again. Access denied a female voice came out of the speaker. He almost pushed it into the panel the third time. Access denied the voice replied again. Please Identify.

If you say access denied one more time I would have two hundred and fifty of my police here in about thirty seconds to convince you to change you mind. Evans angrily ordered the unknown voice.

The elevator started slowly up and deposited them on the fourth level. Four police were waiting for them when it opened, but stepped hurriedly back with index fingers touching cap in salute when Evans stalked out, Foundling in her place right behind.

"Well?" Evans inquired in a slightly threatening tone. We were told an imposter was threatening violence Commander Evans". One softly answered.

"Just a citizen shopping with his daughter, trying to get an elevator to work. I do not expect it will even merit mentioning in your daily event reports that cross my desk" He told them in a tone he used on Mavis and Foundling at home.

It meant, "Just Do It"

They retreated as he advanced and Foundling followed him into a store.

The stores displayed items puzzled Foundry as it was obviously a very large Frederick's of Hollywood outlet. She had seen their catalogs and knew very well that they had nothing in her size. A female obviously the manager walked up.

"And how may we assist?' She inquired. Your household has honored us twice with it's presence today She informed Evans.

"Foundling smiled and Evans frowned. "I'll bet that gold credit card is still smoking" She thought.

Evans surprised Foundling by shoving her towards the manager. And was even more surprised when the manager took Foundlings hand and led them both through the back of the store into a smaller duplicate.

"This is my private store unconnected with the Frederick's line" She told Evans offering a soft leather couch in the center of the showroom.

"European and Asian clothiers supply here. Would you prefer I dress her and send her out or pick out a few and dress her yourself?' She mater of factually asked. We have three models that can display our wears as well.

"I will take a nice quiet seat, leaf through these catalogs and you send them out" He informed her.

Foundling was still shocked to find he wanted to dress her in leather and lace. As the store manager led her away. Inside, a storage room full of ceiling high racks of young female attire three nude little girls knelt on a small rug in the center. Three very different little girls stood up as they walked in.

"Time to earn your keep" She told them. The four smiled at each other. The Egyptian twins Nina and Naomi with the taller Onya exchanged knowing glances.

"You know each other?" The manager inquired. "We are in the same Middle school class Mistress" Onya told her.

"Then you can pick out and dress each other?" She asked. "We will do you proud. Mistress" Onya promised.

As she walked out, Onya turned to Foundling. "Leather or Lace?"

"Leather, I have had my fill of Lace today" Foundling replied.