WIND DANCER

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 5 ]

A matter of ownership

When practicing my routine he played a tape of the same music each time and then he went around banging things and yelling out randomly in an attempt to break my concentration. The first few times, it surprised me and I fell or missed a part. He said it was OK and it was to improve my concentration.

But after the tenth time he picked me up as he always did and I assumed to comfort me after my fall. But he put me over his knee and paddled my ass so hard I could not sit down for the rest of the weekend if I had been allowed to.

"You simply have to learn to concentrate" He informed me. And from then on he always had his switch handy as I performed. Within the week I ignored the majority of the sounds, but earned a switching when I did not.

By the end of the month, the house could have fallen down around my ears as I performed, and I would not have even noticed. As that Russian expert on training, Pavlov discovered, and I can certainly attest too. The avoidance of pain, is a very powerful learning incentive.

But then one morning my hand slipped, and I fell off the balance beam, striking my left shoulder on it as I attempted to roll and land on my feet. I screamed from the pain and he had me in his arms in an instant.

"Do not try to move your arm. It is already swelling and turning red." Rigorio warned me as he carried me in his arms out of the gym after first opening the doors. "I will have you at the hospital in no time."

He was half way to the front of the house when I whispered. "How will you explain bringing in a nude little preteen girl?"

"It will not be easy getting something over that arm without possibly damaging it more." He replied as he gently carried me down the hallway towards the entrance hall.

"If you slick me down and wet my hair." I suggested. "I will pretend it happened while I was taking a bath."

So it was a sopping little girl, wrapped in a damp towel that he delivered to the hospital emergency room. He had set me down on the kitchen floor and wetted my body down with a washcloth.

They whisked me right in and after a quick once-over, had me under the x-ray machine. But when they had me alone on a mobile bed, waiting to see if the X-rays showed anything, Two nurses and a policeman came in.

"How did your shoulder get this way?" The policeman asked.

"I fell while trying to climb out of the great big tub in my private bathroom." I replied.

"Was he in the room with you while you were taking your bath?" A nurse inquired.

"He has never seen me nude, nor even tried too." I replied.

"Has he ever touched you in a private place?" The policeman asked.

"I do not know what you mean." I said in reply. He looked a little sheepish, and one of the nurses whispered in his ear, and then he nodded and left the room.

The two nurses moved to the bed with wheels I was lying on. Positioned themselves on either side of me and slipped the bed sheet town, exposing my buff little frame. His diet and exercise regime was beginning to produce the muscle development he sought on my body.

I was becoming proud of the results, my ass was firm, and even on my chest there were slight swellings.

"You are all muscle and sinews girl." One noted. "He must be working your pert little body hard."

"Four hours after school and all day weekends." I replied. "I can bench press my own weight, too."

"Has he tried to touch you here on your vulva?" One inquired, as her fingers caressed that ever so wonderful pleasure spot on my body he had introduced me too.

"Or here on your breast areas." The other inquired as her fingertips gently touched the two buds on my otherwise little preteen relatively flat chest.

One nurses head came down and started to kiss and suck on my nipples, and then I felt the others tong probing where his fingers had gone.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHH !!!!! Came from my open mouth as they worked me over. Rigorio, s ability to bring pleasure to a little girl’s body was no where near the skill of these two. Blowing gently on a little girls sex lips after you have already caressed them ever so gently with your tong into an aroused state was simply too much for my inexperienced young mind and body.

"This one is primed for pleasure." The one whose tong had been driving me mad informed her fellow. "Come have a taste of her sweet virgin nectar."

They switched places and continued to work on me with their tongs. My little inexperienced preteen brain flooded with more of those pleasure sensations as they licked me through my first sapphic orgasm.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

My body had reached that ever so desirable bath of pleasure and jumped in with both feet.

"We will have to spread the word this ones hot, willing and ready to go." One said as the other licked my juices from around her lips.

"We girls always share the sweet things in life." The one who had just licked my sex into orgasm told me as she bent down and planted a kiss on my panting mouth.

She slipped her tong into my mouth, scrapping the top of her tong on my upper teeth as she withdrew it.. I felt something left behind off her tong and mine moved up to investigate. A thick liquid gave me a fruity taste, and I realized it was my own vaginal juices. It tasted ok, but it was not the nectar Rigorio and these two had said it was. A least not to my inexperienced taste buds anyway.

My two new instructors in the art of females pleasing other females then proceeded to wash my sweating little post orgasm eight-year-old body down with warm clothes. And managed to make even that into a very soothing massage.

Neither one apparently cared whether I had any opinion of their use of my body any more than he did. But right now I was simply so exhausted from their ministrations to even move.

"Make sure that young doctor schedules her for a return visit in two weeks, and once every month from now on." One said. "I want to have another go at this one’s buff little body."

"So my sweet little juicer." Has he touched you in those places?" One nurse inquired, as her hands caressed my rock hard abbs.

"Other than to pick me up and set me back on my feet when I fall." I said. "He has not touched me at all." I informed them. "As I am allowed to go to school everyday, I would tell my teacher if he ever even tried."

"And our little expedition into your femininity." The other one asked, as they pulled the sheet back up over their newly discovered pleasure toy.

"I will be looking forward to my next visit." I replied, and they both kissed me on either cheek, then left me alone.

Some time later Rigorio came in, his face red and his manner stiff and formal.

"What did you tell them about us?" He inquired. As he looked just like he did when he was punishing me, I was alarmed.

"That I slipped while trying to get out of the bath and you came looking for me when I did not come down for lunch." I replied.

"And our relationship?" He continued.

"You yell at me a lot. Work me hard. And have only touched me when you catch me if I fall off a piece of equipment." I said. "I still go to school everyday and am fed, clothed and housed better than I was at home."

He smiled and I could see my words pleased him. I figured if it was ok to keep the pleasure session with the two nurses from him, as I kept the ones with him from anyone else.

I really was looking forward to the forthcoming sessions under their pleasure inducing tongs, the next session only two weeks away.

I did not realize until years later. That day was the beginning of the competition for access to my little body between males and females. Rigorio, representing the males on one side and my hometowns sapphic sisterhood on the other.

Fortunately my shoulder turned out to be only badly bruised, as my mind was busy concentrating on other parts of my body that some of the hospitals staff had been even more interested in.

When we were leaving, I was sitting in a wheelchair with a nurse ready to take me out to his Mercedes Limo. I saw Rigorio signing some papers on a clipboard that a woman in normal street clothes handed him. That was when I realized his ownership of me was an accepted fact in our town.

He was the one signing me out of the hospital and paying for it, not my parents. The policeman who questioned me knew I was living with him, not with my parents. And that meant even the local official’s accepted it as a permanent arrangement and transfer of responsibility and ownership. So far it was OK with me too.

"When your arm is better, we will take a drive over to a friend of mine who will custom design a gymnastic outfit for you to wear." Rigorio informed me as he drove me home. "I doubt they will fall for that "fell while getting out of the bath" routine a second time."

And that made us both laugh.

Shown Off

The next day, he surprised me by lifting me out of bed and carrying me into my bathroom and slipping my body into the tub instead of hanging me by my wrists over it.

“Just until your shoulder heals girl.” He noted. “ Then its back to the hand carwash method.”

Dressing was a painful exercise for the next week. Even though Rigorio tried hard to make it as easy as possible. I was getting confused by his tenderness sometimes and then harshness others. Until I realized he needed my body in top condition in order to train it to perfection. What I needed was of absolutely no concern.

At school that day. Everyone accepted the getting out of the bathroom story, though my homeroom teacher did say she would inform my mother, her cousin, of it.

“Clumsy is not a word I have ever associated with you.” She informed me. “And you can tell Rigorio I had better not ever again.”

Rigorio made no comment when I did tell him during my schoolwork review that night. But I could see it did hit a nerve when he learned her name.

And after our session of reviewing my schoolwork, he led me along the hall to the room containing the rack and had to literally drag me inside the room, pulling on the chain attached to the collar around my neck.

“I am putting you in the whirlpool bath to help your shoulder heel.” He admonished me. “The stretch rack is only for bad little girls. “ He promised.”

That was one promise he soon broke.

After the hot surging water, we returned to the gym. But there only my feet and legs were exercised as Rigorio began to instruct me in the art of dance. At first, only ballroom steps. But as my arm and shoulder healed, he added ballet and jazz movements.

This new discipline improved my body movements while I was performing my gymnastic routines in the long run.

True to his word as always, ten days later as I hung by my wrists over my bathtub, Rigorio informed me he had phoned my school and told them I would be away on a trip today.

"I have acquired an outfit for you to wear during visits to a few of my special friends who appreciate the finer pleasures of a sweet little preteen body like yours." He informed me as his left-hand fingers gently caressed my sex lips as his right fingers tweaked my nipples. This was the first time he had mentioned displaying me for others to see and I was not very happy about it.

"Do not look so worried." Rigorio sweetly purred as he blow-dried my hair and set it up into a ponytail fastened with a large black leather bow. "I have always understood little girls liked to play dress up."

His idea of me playing dress up was not the same as any little girl I had ever heard off. But it would be how this little girl would.

Back in my bedroom I stood in my usual place as he walked over to an amor unit he had never used before and unlocked it. I gasped as he opened the upper doors, exposing whips and paddles hanging on the inside. So far he had only used his open palm to paddle my ass or a cut wood switch to punish me. But it appears they were just the opening events in my, how captive little girls should be punished for her owner’s pleasure, learning curve.

Rigorio reached in, my heart racing, but only returned with something made out of black leather, with trailing laces in his hands.

Stepping behind me he ordered me to raise my arms as if I were putting on a sweater and slid a leather something down to cover me body from my flat chest to just above my hips. He then ordered me to exhale and I felt the leather thing contracting around my chest as he put his knee up against the middle of my back and pulled on something at the base of my spine.

"Leather corsets are normally worn by girls with tits." Rigorio informed me. "And I thought they did not make them in little girls sizes. But the man I am taking you to see made this outfit just for you at my request."

As I was having difficulty drawing a full breath with this leather corset on. I could understand why no one wore one these days. Next he retrieved a pair of black lace silk stockings. Pulling them right up my legs until they covered them from toe to crotch.

“They have elastic tops to keep them up in place.” He informed me.

Rigorio then rubbed fragrant oil on my arms and proceeded to tug up over them a pair of the longest black leather gloves I had ever seen.

He then walked me over to face the foot of the bed and ordered me. "Bend forward." And when I had bent forward until my body trunk was horizontal. He then cuffed my wrists to the bedpost. Looking over my shoulder I saw him retrieve a belt with a hanging strap from the punishment cupboard and walk back to where I was now helplessly bent forward.

"You have the most fabulous tight little but." Rigorio informed me as his hand caressed my bum cheeks. "And my exercise and diet regime has made them even nicer." I gasped as his finger penetrated my bum hole.

Every morning, as I hung so helplessly before him. His thumb probed my ass as the fingers caressed my sex lips. But this morning two of his fingers penetrated my ass deeper than his thumb ever had. Something else was different this time as I felt wetness on his fingers that warmed the flesh where his fingers had gone.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rigorio’s soft probing fingers had been replaced by a much thicker, harder, longer object that had been shoved home in one surprising stroke. Tears poured from my wide eyes and dripped off my cheeks onto the carpet. My breath reduced to short sharp gulps as my lips emitted a moan of agony.

"It will only hurt for a few moments until your spincer muscles adjust to it." He promised. But I seriously doubted I would ever get used to it.

Next he wrapped the belt around my waist just above my hips and then reached up between my spread wide trembling legs, pulling the narrow strap hanging from the front of the belt up tight between my legs, fastening it tight at the back.

OOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!

The strap had driven the probe up my ass to the hilt and firmly held it there against my attempts to shove it out.

“Please, please pull that thing out of my ass.” I begged him over and over.

But he just slipped a new chrome spiked black leather dog collar around my neck complete with lead chain. And then unfastened my wrists from around the bedpost, pulled my body upright and refastening them in their usual position behind my back.

As I stood there, legs spread wide, breathing restricted by collar and corset, he bent down in front of me and slipped on a pair of shiny black shoes on my silk stocking covered feet. These miniature sized adult female design shoes had straps that ran right up to above my ankles and heels so high, I was supporting my weight on my toes.

Footwear had been an expensive item on the farm, and all mine hand me down. Requiring me to go shoeless in the house and during warm weather except at school, in order to make them last.

Next he retrieved two wide leather cuffs from the punishment cupboard, fastening them in place around my ankles.

Then dragged me by my new-collar chain toward the door of my room.

My body was drenched with sweat and I found it difficult enough to walk in heels for the very first time, nevermind that probe up my ass distracting me at every step.

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I collapsed down onto the floor on my knees as I had reached the open doorway. The neck collar almost choking my breath off, but I did not care. My quim had discovered the other purpose of that strap Rigorio had pulled up tight down between my sex lips and then up between my ass cheeks.

The section up between my female sex had saw blade style leather teeth that rubbed my hotspot with every step I took. And it only took a few to bring my body up to the plateau of pleasure.

“The man I am taking you to see, in order to show you off, my little trainee. Informed me you would appreciate that part as much as you hated the other part.” Rigorio said. “He recommended, and I have decided, is what you will wear under your clothes from now on.”

Bending down and slipping his hands up under my armpits. He lifted my up and set me down on my feet.

“Maybe this will keep you on your toes.” My trainer barked as his hand struck my tight little ass with the switch he always carried in his left hand as he pulled me forward with his outstretched right arm. Since the loose end of my lead chain was rapped around its fist. I simply had no choice but to try.

Rigorio dragged me up and down the upstairs corridor that way until I learned to walk in the high heels. If I tripped and fell, he left me to hang from his outstretched arm a few seconds each time, choked by my collar. Then switched my ass for the next few steps when he had set me back up on my feet.

It was a very long hungry day for his high heels trainee, as the only thing that he allowed to pass my lips was his sperm. My trainer even told me it was a treat for every time I had made it all the way up and down the hall without falling.

Somehow I think he had who was doing the pleasing and who was the pleased, reversed. Rigorio was thirty years my senior, but his virility never flagged once in all the years I lived with him.

It was starting to get dark outside when he led me to the top of the stairs. I had mastered walking in high heels quite a while ago. But had been put back to square one when he added a short hobble chain running between my ankles.

“Females should be instructed to walk using only mincing steps. I have been advised by the man I am taking you to see tonight.” Rigorio said as he knelt and clipped them on to my ankle cuffs. “And you will from now on, except while performing your gymnastic routines.”

Fortunately for me, Rigorio unfastened my hobble chains before he walked me down the stairs for my first time in high heels and kept pace with me at my side. But at the bottom the hobble chains went back on. He then led me over to the front door and after removing a padlock from his pocket. Fastened his end of my leash chain to the doorknob.

“I’ll be right back with the car and drive over to show you off.” Rigorio informed me as he opened the door and walked out, closed it behind him.

“As if I had any choice.” I said to no one standing there, collared, cuffed, and dressed from head to toe in black lace and leather. I had never me this guy yet and already hated him for what Rigorio did to me under his advice.