DOMINATRIX IN TRAINING

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 7 ]

Jail Bait Mall Rat 101

Betty skipped all the way to the car a fire red BMW sportster and plunked her short shorts, barely covered ass right on the hood, its ornament strategically positioned between her legs.

“I should drive off displaying you to every passerby” Her uncle informed her as he stood in front of her looking down the front of her top. “But I think you get arrested for endangering”

“Spoilsport” She replied. Sticking her tong out at him and hoping down.

“Buckle up” He instructed as he sat in the drivers’ seat. She had no more than clicked the parachute style harness into place across her chest, than he laid rubber right out of the driveway and down the street. Her long hair pony tailed streaming back like a ship flag.

“OOOOOOOEEEEEE” She exclaimed as he rounded a corner on two wheels.

He glanced at her, and almost lost control. The in rushing air from the rapid acceleration had lifted the top that just covered her blossoming tits right up to the ruby nipples. And she was to enthralled at the ride to even notice.

“I just have to get my hands and tong on those” He promised himself.

Slowing as he approached more traveled streets he stopped at a signal.

“That was great” She beamed. “Just like a roller coaster ride” “Not as much fun as the ride I will take on you someday” He promised himself, but said. “And a lot more dangerous” Within a block, they came to the large mall containing a Sears, and he parked near it. She hopped out almost before he had come to a stop, and walked off towards the mall.

“Wait for me, you little eager beaver” He chided. Half-hoping she had, and half-hoping she had not heard him say his deepest desires about her aloud.

“You want to be seen with me?” She cheekily inquired.

“I want to make sure you do not fall into the hands of any wolves” He informed her. “Except me that is” He told himself.

So off they went. He in his power suit, her in her, “Little Miss Jail Bait Mall Rat” outfit.

But this was LA and pretty little girls abounded. But their bodies and minds were the same age and their moms liked it that way. Betty’s body was as swiftly approaching sixteen, as her age was twelve, her specially trained mind twenty-one, and her mom liked it that way.

“She headed for the shoe section, he an isle behind. But was delighted when he found her perched on a low counter trying to get a three inch high heel on. Betty presented him with a glimpse of her inner thigh as she slipped her foot into a shoe, three sizes too large and four years away.

“I think they are too old for you” He told her as he relieved her of the adult shoe. She shifted her hips to the counter edge and he reached up, wrapped his hands around her bare midriff and lifted her off onto the floor.

“His hands trembled so much, he almost dropped me” Betty thought to herself. “And I’ll bet he hoped I didn’t hear that “Eager Beaver” remark”

“These are more what you should be wearing” Her uncle informed Betty. He was holding out a pair of “Barbie” virgin white, with pink trim running shoes. “No way!” Betty replied. “I’m holding out for a pair of Nikes”

By this time a sales person had spotted them and circled around picking up shoes that appeared appropriate to the situation that presented itself.

“Have your daughter try these on” She said, handing him a pair of little girl Nikes.

“No pink trim” Betty snorted.

“No Pretty Ponies either,” She said.

“OOOOH” She exclaimed when the sales woman proffered a pair of shiny black heels with an ankle strap.

“These just arrived from the Italian runways” She said to him. “The preteen models are all wearing them down the runways this spring”

“Betty had them on and was talking her first tentative steps down the aisle” Before he could answer.

Actually, the thoughts and visions running through his head had suspended his contact with reality. Which was what Betty was after as she faked not knowing how to walk in them. Mom had taught her since she was eight in custom fitted stiletto’s gradually moving her up to three inchers.

“As she walked towards him, a little perfect toy he just had to have, she inquired. “If I buy the white runners will you buy me these?”

“You bet your sweet” He started before he stopped himself.

“Gotcha” Betty thought to herself. She had seen the price tag inside the shoe as she slipped it on.

But she paid for the runners with her access to the family account. And he put the Italian heels on his charge card without batting an eye. “Which should I wear for you Uncle?” She inquired looking up into his eyes. She knew, but wanted him to say it.

“If it will not hurt you” He finally got out. “Try walking in the heels for me”

She bent down and slipped them on again and he knelt down to do up the ankle straps.

“In your place at my feet” Betty thought to herself. “And I did not even dance for you yet”

Betty walked ahead, and he a dozen feet back. And did not realize little girls take days to learn to walk in high heels properly, but this one strode like a pro by the time she hit the mall proper. He was enjoying the show. He knew she was putting on just for him. Her sweet little tight ass moved so wonderfully in those high heels, he wondered why anyone let a little girl wear anything else.

As she moved down the mall, he saw other males turn to watch her strut her stuff. Two late teenagers moved to intercept her, but when the glanced around and saw him heading for them, they backed off. Smart young wolves knew when not to tread on a bigger older wolf’s territory. And he had worked his ass of dieting and working out under a trainer to keep the linebackers physique he had been born with. It was a great asset when selling expensive cars to his mostly female clients.

Betty stopped at a music store and he strode up to the counter and waited.

“Your daughter is a living doll,” A female clerk said.

“My niece is very pretty, but my sister in law will have my head if I do not get her back for lunch” He replied. “See if you can hustle her up a bit”

That little remark cost him forty bucks as since he was in a hurry she just had to have both CD’s if he could not wait for her to decide which one to buy.

“Id better get something in return for all this” He remarked as they walked out of the store.

“Ill buy lunch?” She inquired. “Mom said the food court accepts the Sears card as payment”

The mention of her formidable mom cooled his ardor for her daughter’s body, temporarily.

They found a quiet corner and she bought a Chinese food platter for them to share. She feigned not to know how to eat Chinese with chopsticks and her delighted in feeding them both.

It was a good thing he had not witnessed yesterday’s dinner, as she was quite proficient with them, as her Mom hated to cook.

But he did manage to drop a few bits down her cleavage and thoroughly enjoyed watching her reach in and pick them out. Wishing it was his fingers probing her palm filling blossoms. He almost felt her nipples brushing up against his palms as his hands caressed them.

After lunch, were her drinking her milkshake through a straw almost gave him a heart attack. Little girls should not be taught to suck on a straw by putting an inch or two into their mouths and slowly drawing their heads back exposing it again as if it were a male cock. Then repeating it every time they drew some of the milkshake in, but this little one did.

He again let her stride off ahead of her, enjoying a game as if he did not know her and was stalking her.

But a well-dressed man and woman surrounded her and led her towards a curtained alcove. They reached it a few paces ahead of his swiftly gaining ground stride.

“You should let us take a few pictures of you and then tryout to be a model,” The man said. “We are here in the mall looking for new talent”

“I suggest you inquire of her very protective parents first,” He said, lifting the man’s hand off a wide-eyed Betty’s shoulder. The man tried to draw his hand out of the iron grip, but his arm did not move.

“Sorry, but I thought your daughter might be interested in us taking pictures of her to show around” The woman said, proffering a business card.

“Her mother will decide that” He replied slipping the business card in his jacket pocket and after letting the man’s hand go, ushering Betty away into the center of the mall.

“Thanks” Betty said standing up on her tiptoes and offering a kiss.” They just whisked me away and I was starting to panic.

He bent down and let her kiss his cheek.

“Your mom would have my head if I had lost you” He replied.

“The only one taking pictures of your nude body will be me,” He said to himself. ”Unless they pay me a lot to be your manager”

Off they went again, she strutting her stuff and he hanging back enjoying the show. Betty stopping here and there looking at clothes, shoes and DVD’s. He enjoyed being mistaken for her father and that Betty never corrected anyone whom remarked how pretty his daughter was.

A cell phone kiosk caught her attention, but he was not prepaired to buy her something like that yet. Her mom would quicjkly catch her with it and would probabbly give him hell for it. She seemed not care when he refused to get her one, and wandered off.

A bathing suit store was next, and after she cajoled him into sitting quiet. Gave him a fashion show as she tried on everything from ones that covered her from neck to crotch to ones that made his cock swell. Dam but they really made tiny whiny bikinis for preteens. But he would not let her have the tiny one unless she promised to wear it only for him. She did, again rewarding him with a peck on the cheek and a promise to inquire if she could spend next weekend at his beach house, and wear it all weekend.

The sales clerk kept a blank expression throughout the entire event on her face, but winked at him as she j handed her the little bag with her new outfit in it.

“It’s a new material, that becomes almost transparent when wet” She whispered as he signed for it. “We sell a lot to girls like her with uncles like you in tow”

He walked out of the store in a bit of a daze, wondering if she would wear it once it got wet. And what he would do if she did, and still continued too, after it got wet

But then she was gone, not ahead, as the mall was running into the large department store at the other end, and not back, as it was relatively empty behind them. Surely not the sporting goods store, nor the men’s suits, and the only other one was Frederick’s of Hollywood.

But there she was in a store were nothing was designed to fit anyone under legal age. But he bet himself she would be still well under and quite a bit of it would fit her just fine.

“We do not carry anything for little girls” A sales clerk was telling her. “Even ones developing as well ahead of her age group as you”

“Out” He ordered her. “You know your mom would have both our heads if you came home with even an empty bag from here”

“Someday I will let you buy me stuff from here” She pouted “O” so sweetly as she stomped out. “I do not doubt you will fit our stock before most of the girls your age” The salesclerk replied. “And have males chasing you and begging to buy it for you”

“Sooner than you think Sweetcheeks,” He said to himself. “Sooner than you think”

She was obviously tired after that, and appeared to have literally run her batteries down.

I’m not going to either carry you back down the mall in my arms, nor leave you alone while I fetch the car” He informed her as she slumped on to the edge of a planter.

But a sign caught his eye. Mall Taxi it read. Tired from a long days shopping? “Give us a buzz and we will have one of our golf carts whisk you back to your car for only ten dollars”

So he used his cell phone to dial them up, and they said they were on their way to the nearest exit.

He told her a ride was coming at the doors just twenty feet away, and she stood and after stripping off the high heels walked with him to the exit. A golf cart with a driver and a rear bench seat was waiting. They hopped in and within five minutes, they were back at his car. He handed over a tenner and they left.

“Home?” He inquired.

“Nah” She replied. “How far to your beach house?”

With trembling lips, he replied. “Half an hour on the freeway, but do you think you should be alone there with me?”

“Yes” She replied sinking down into his passenger seat.

He reached in seatbelting her in and then getting into the driver’s seat and calmly drove off.

Calm, considering he was shaking like a leaf all the way. When he pulled into his beach house perched on concrete pillars, with a winding stairway leading down to the beach from inside. She was sound asleep. He had to lift her up in his arms and carry her inside.

Dam, but if nosy Ms Nanchez saw him carrying an unconscious girl into his bachelor pad, the cops would be here in no time. But he knew she was in St. Petersburg Florida this time of year harassing her dentist son for more money to gable away on the slots.

Betty felt so warm and soft. She murmured and turned her chest towards him as s he carried her inside. But were to put her, the couch or the bedroom? He settled on the bedroom, and locked the door from the inside as he went out. Not trusting him self just yet.

He plunked himself on the couch to run his mind through the mornings events.

“Bong!” Something bounced on the picture window overlooking the beach. He jumped up, walked to the window and gasped. There on the beach was Betty, b wearing the tiny bathing suit he had bought her, and throwing a beach ball at the window.

He slid it open and she yelled” Sleepyhead, come on out and play with me” Checking his watch, it was two hours after they had arrived and he must have dozed off on the sofa.

Washing his face, he found the bedroom door open and her clothes strewn around all over his bed.

“The little minx wore a thong” He thought to himself as he picked it up and sniffed it. “But dam that was a heady scent for a little preteen to give off”

He changed into swimming trunks and made his way down to the beach. She looked even tastier on the beach than she did in the store wearing it, because they were alone.

She threw the beach ball and they played catch for a while. He gradually eased her towards the water until a near miss sent her splashing into the serf after it. Sorry” He told her, but she just laughed and threw it in the water as well.

He dove in and came up with it. She was standing in up to her waist, and he moved like a crocodile on his hands and toes sliding up to her. She giggled then laughed aloud as he approached head half submerged

“Gona eat you, little girl” He chided. She pretended to flee and he reached out for her halfheartedly” His fingers reached out and brushed her ass, and withdrew hastily. She had no bottom part on.

“Nooo” She chided, I’m too tiny a morsel”. And laughed as she moved towards the beach.

“Aren’t you missing something? He calmly inquired as her hips surfaced.

The action of the water between her legs made her look down. She quickly ran back in until the water was at her belly button level.

“O Shit” She said. “The dam ties must have loosened off”

He feigned concern as he searched the bottom for her bottom, but came up empty handed.

“I remember a song something about a girl who would not get out of the water because her bikini showed to much skin” He laughed. ”But in your case it is none existent”

"Well I might as well either stay here or give you a show of what my mom told me never to show until the day I got married” Betty lied. “Mom had listed what exposing every single bit of her bare skin was worth. And her loins were worth more than he could ever pay.

So he waked out of the water and waited, she standing up to her belly button. But when she started to walk towards the beach, he was right back in with a beach towel, reached down wrapped it around her and picked her up.

“My knight in shining armor” She softly said in his ear. “Here to rescue a damsel in distress”

As he started up the stairs he saw her top, slip out of the bottom of the beach towel.

Visions of her naked on his bed, danced through his head as he carried her, snuggled against his chest all the way up the stairs.

“I owe you a dance” She whispered as he carried her inside. “I have been talking ballet, and gymnastics since I was old enough to walk and will run through my cheerleader routine anytime you ask”

“Now would be nice” He whispered back as he walked off the top off the stairs into his beach house.

“Now would be nice for what?” Her mother’s voice inquired. His brother and his new wife were standing in his beach house living room and he had their daughter, nude, wrapped in a beach towel in his arms.

“High Mom, Dad” Betty said as he gently set her down. “We were having a great time on the beach, but I suddenly felt tired and Unky hr here was persuaded to carry me all the way up the stairs”

She simply kept the beach towel wrapped securely around her as she calmly walked into his bedroom. "Be out in a jiffy, Mom” and locked the door behind her.

“Were have you been with my daughter?” Her mom inquired.

“Just escorted her to the mall were she bought running shoes and me lunch” He almost calmly informed them.

Just then, Betty walked out fully dressed wearing her new white runners, no sign of the high heels.

“Well?” Her mother inquired. “Unky drove me to the mall, helped me pick out new runners and I bought him lunch” She said.

“Then it is time to go” Her step dad said, and the two adults walked out.

He was still standing in the same spot were they had caught him holding their nude daughter wrapped in a beach towel. She had carefully concealed it from her parents, and the gift of high heels that by itself would have gotten him banned from her presence.

Betty walked over and stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. He bent down and turned his cheek, but she moved her head and caught him on the lips. “Thanks for a great day, Unky”

“ I’ll be back for more beach games” She said, turned and was gone.

He stood there for half an hour, wondering what he would do without that little minx around.

And Betty smiled like a Cheshire cat all the way home.