WIND DANCER

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 3 ]

A Harsh Regime

Right from the first day, he laid out all the rules, and the punishments for breaking them. It would be a dawn to dusk regimented life with very little time off to myself.

That is why, even now, I wake before the sun is up and are known for my collection of pretty little expensive dolls. Something else I was never allowed to play with. Probably because all those years I spent with him, I was simply one myself.

I was surprised that first morning when he shook me awake and told me to get out of bed, use the toilet and hurry back or else. I was still half-asleep, could barely see him in the early morning light and was wearing only a thin old adult sized T-shirt.

"Down on the floor and start doing pushups right now." He barked. A sound I was to hear frequently, and come to dread, came to my ears for the first time that morning. The sound of a supple thin switch, cutting through the air as it descended on my thin little body. I yelped as he delivered a stinging blow with the switch in his hand to my tight little bum cheeks.

"I did not tell you to stop." Emphasized with another strike of his ever-present switch, came sometime later when I dropped exhausted to the carpeted floor.

But after a few more of my feeble attempts, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the bedrooms attached washroom he had prepared for my use.

One large clawfoot porcelain bathtub sat in the middle of an expanse of white porcelain. A pair of leather cuffs hung down from a new chrome chain over a newly installed pulley in the ceiling high above, the chain ran down to where it was wrapped around a chrome stanchion fastened to a white porcelain tiled wall.

He easily hung me up by my wrists over the tub; my toes inches from its bottom and in one swift motion easily tore off my old T-shirt. I cried out and my face probably turned red. My heart began pounding, tears dripping off my cheeks. Being raised on a farm, I had seen dogs, horses and even cattle engaging in the sex act. And was positive I was about to find out how humans do it.

I may have performed my tree tending duties in nothing more than a bit of scarf wrapped around my hips. But that was at least performed with only my immediate family around. I had never been seen by anyone else in less than a one-piece bathing suit.

“What now?” He angrily inquired of the little girl he had just torn her only garment off, hanging in chains, helplessly in front of him.

“You are going to shove your male thing into me.” I cried out.

Reaching out and wrapping his strong fingers around my chin. He lifted up my face and informed me.

“ The only reason I am interested in your body is to train it to be an Olympic Gold Medal winning gymnast.” And then added. “My cock would not fit in there for a few years anyway, but it will in your mouth, now that you have reminded me even little preteen females do have their uses.”

As the tub below me filled with water he instructed me in my new morning routine as if none of this had even occurred. And I wondered what use he had in mind for my mouth. Boy, was I naive back then.

"When I enter each morning, you will be already up and kneeling beside your bed ready to perform you morning duty giving me the first of my daily blow jobs." He informed me. "Then I will run you through an hour of calisthenics before feeding you breakfast as you kneel before me in the kitchen."

"I am not a dog." I replied, but only received another blow from his ever-ready switch across my suspended little preteen female body for my troubles.

"You will obey me, or you will be punished." He threatened. And as I was helplessly hanging in front of him, and he obviously had no compunction against flogging my little preteen body, I replied.

"Yes sir." But promised myself I was out of here at the first opportunity.

He then began washing my little body down with first a warm cloth, then covered it in a fine scented soap.

No one had touched me since my mother had stopped bathing me when she had instructed me how to keep my feminine parts clean after working all day in the fields.

His fingers were strong, but gentile, and except to make sure it was clean, did not invade my sex at least during my first few times bathing under his hands. Rinsing me off by pouring warm bath water over my head from a big silver scoop. He then moved to the end of the chain that I was suspended above the bath from. Carefully lowering me until my feet hit the bottom of the tub.

"Kneel." He ordered and I complied as he continued do lower me down. Then poured water over my head and then from finely crafted bottles first washed and then carefully rinsed then applied a conditioner.

"I will have to have your hair cut as it is nothing but knots and split ends." He informed me. "And I think it would look much better if it was cut into a pageboy front and left to flowing down your back."

The soaps and shampoos we had all shared a home had been just average quality items. But even today I still use the expensive French brands he first used on me, and are compensated quite well to be their spokesperson and my hair is still kept as he first cut it.

Next used the chains to pull my body back up out of the tub as the water ran out. Unfastened my wrists and wrapped me up in a large colorful fluffy towel, rigorously drying me off with it.

“Stand right there while I fetch the hair drier.” He instructed. But as soon as he was out of reach, I bolted for the bathroom door, threw it open and ran for the bedroom door. But it was locked shut and I turned, back pressed up against the door. Watching as he was advancing on me with that ever ready switch in his hand.

“Every door I take you through locks automatically when it shuts and I have the only key in my pocket.” He informed me as he reached down, wrapping one strong arm around me and easily lifting up my struggling little form. He carried me over to the bed, sat down, transferred me to his knee and proceeded to deliver the first of the innumerable spankings for willful disobedience he was to deliver over the next few years.

After dumping me on my very sore ass on the thankfully deep pile, carpeted floor, he stood and instructed.

“Get your ass back into that bathroom and stand where I told you while I dry your hair.”

He was bigger, stronger and had me at his mercy.

Actually in all the years he trained me, he never showed me any mercy. Never punishing me for failing to successfully complete a maneuver, just for not putting my best effort into it.

So I painfully rose, hands rubbing my sore ass cheeks, walked into the bathroom and stood as he used a professional quality hair dryer on my hair as he brushed it one hundred strokes.

“ It appears I will have to bind you and collar you as I move you from room to room. He informed me as he withdrew a pair of metal handcuffs from his back pocket, drew my wrists behind my back, fastening them in place with the cuffs. Next he slipped a dogs choke chain collar over my neck from gis other back pocket and picking up the attached lead, walked ahead of me out of the bathroom and out my bedroom door. Unlocking it as he had told me with a key from his pocket.

Now leashed, as if a pet, he lead down the hall and then down the stairs, turning back under them at the bottom and heading for the kitchen at the back in the middle of the rear section of his very large house.

A tear dripped off my cheek as I realized he was treating me as if I was just a new puppy on a leash. I hated him for reneging on the promise he made not to mistreat me.

This harsh life was certainly not what I had agreed to.

Once in the kitchen he fastened my neck chain to the leg of a large wooden table with a padlock and proceeded to ignore me as he moved about the kitchen cooking. The smell of food came to my nostrils and I heard my empty stomach growling. After what seemed hours he walked back with large plate of food, sat down and began to eat, ignoring me.

“What about me?” I pleaded. “I am hungry too.”

“When you are in your proper place, on your knees at my side, head up, mouth open and eyes shut. I will consider feeding you something.” He replied.

I was hungry; hands fastened behind my back and chained up like a dog to the table. So I crept closer to where he sat and assumed the pose he required.

After a while I felt him put something in my mouth and I started chewing. Steak was not what we got for breakfast at home. It was usually porridge or pancakes. But pieces of steak, egg, back bacon, sausage, home fries, toast and milk were to become my daily breakfast fair.

“Combined with copious amounts of my sperm. Your diet will provide all the protean your body will need to build up muscle tone and stamina.” He informed me with a humorous tone in his voice.

As I was now full of more meat than I had ever eaten at one sitting. I had no idea what he meant. But was soon to find out.

“Time for you to pay for your feeding.” He informed me as he stood up in front of me and unzipped his pants, drawing out his male organ. For the first time in my life I saw a male organ up close.

"Kiss it." He instructed. But pulled the choke chain up tight. "Remember if you bite me, I will skin you alive with my switch."

I still did not move any closer to it, so he instructed. "Pretend it is a sausage and lick it and treat it as if it is sugar coated."

It had a faint odor of urine and was relatively limp, as he still supported it with his fingers. I edged closer on my knees and leaned forward, extending my tong, touching it right at the tip. His male thing tasted tart, and I wrinkled my nose.

"Get on with it." He ordered, pulling up on my choke chain.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, enveloping its head. Most eight year old girls are not required to use this method of paying for her food. But it appears I will be.

It surprised me that first time when it grew harder and longer in my mouth. He surprised me when he let go of it and gripping my hair, drew my head forwards and his maleness further in. He then drew my head back, and forth as he instructed. "Move your head back and forth, gripping it with your lips as if it were a straw."

After a few minutes of moving my head back and forth, his thing was much longer and harder. Suddenly it quivered, and flooded my mouth with a bitter liquid. I gagged, attempting to get it out of my moth. But his thing remained shoved in my face.

"Swallow it all." He ordered.

But most had already flowed out of my mouth and dripped down on my flat chest. He pulled my head back and his male thing flopped out of my mouth.

"Ill get preggy." I cried out.

"Wrong entry point." He informed me. "That one between your legs I have not used yet is for making babies." He instructed. " Now stand up while I clean you up."

I was thoroughly traumatized by his callous use of my mouth for his gratification that first time, and felt ashamed. Obviously he had no concern of how I felt about it. I was a little captive female, no better than a dog in his eyes.

He carefully whipped my face and chest. His eyes searching for any reaction on my part to his latest abuse.

For a few seconds I actually thought he was going to say he was sorry as he unlocked my lead from the table leg.

But he simply walked away, and as he has the far end of my chain in his hand, I had no option, but to follow as tears ran down my cheeks.