A LONG DAY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

RRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!

The alarm went off and Mat reached up over his head to shut if off. But his hand hitting the empty bedstead shelf accompanied with the incessant ringing in his rears. Reminded him the alarm was perched on top of his dresser across the bedroom. Where he had put it last night, just before going to bed, at ten p.m.

It was six am, time to start another day as principle of the new grade school in this California town perched in the mountains just east of LA.

He had worked his way up through the LA school board to the same position. Only to walk away from a promising career, many believed would eventually take him all the way up to the school boards chairman’s seat. Disillusionment, his only reward, when the existing "Old boys" network raised its ugly head after he revealed a mammoth scam.

Whereby hundreds of individual schools paper allotments, were deliberately shorted at the supplier’s warehouse. And the subsequent profits funneled through off shore accounts into the pockets of the supply firms owners. A significant portion filtered back to some of the school boards senior executives.

He may have been a crusading hero to the taxpaying public and the police of LA. But a senior education board member, unconnected to the scandal. Advising him to take the very early retirement, on the full pension, being offered. As his chances for future advancements was zero.

The next two years he lost himself in preparing for and competing in the Iron Man competition. On his second attempt, finishing seventh, out of two hundred and fifty competitors. His days filled with marathon bike trips, mountain hiking expeditions, repeated long distance swims, semi-pro soccer and cross country runs.

Originally he was intending on staying in LA and had received offers to move up from amateur to professional soccer player from three California based soccer association teams.

But last summer, had been offered this grade school principle's job, in a California town, set in the mountains just above LA. Mat had used this mountain valley town as a base for his camping trips for the last few years and found its old world values something he could appreciate. The salary was comparable to one in LA and the curriculum followed that set out by the LA and California education authorities with only a few interesting variations.

7:00 am

The doorbell rang and he walked across his spartan living room, opening it. A little schoolgirl complete with black leather backpack in place stood there. She wore the required uniform of white blouse, dark blue wrap around pleated skirt, white knee high socks and shiny black saddle shoes. The grade seven preteen stood their looking up at him, brown eyes wide open on her apprehensive face.

It was Terry, the pleasantly plump little one whose laughter made his heart race, every time he heard it in the schoolyard.

"Come in." He instructed and closed the door behind her.

Once inside, she immediately dropped to her knees, little wide palmed short fingered hands reaching up and fumbled with his pants zipper. Finally managed to pull it down, reached in and drew out his maleness. Then hesitated, unsure what to do, when confronted with his uncircumcised penis.

Eventually deciding to just get on with her task. Her mouth came forward, tong extended and its tip caresses the male organ hanging limp in front of her. Lifting it up and letting it drop until the blood swelling into it kept it up. Then she began to take it inside, her tong guiding it in. Once the tip was in, she began moving her head back and forth lips caressing his foreskin, pushing it back to expose the sensitive foreskin. But her teeth brushed the sensitive tip causing him to winch.

She persisted, but without much skill, eventually after a few minutes his sperm flooded her mouth and he could see by her expression, his volume surprised her. She struggled to contain his discharge with difficulty and failing as some eased out the corners of her lips and dripped down onto her skirt.

Finally she licked it and returned his member to its place, zippering him closed. She then with drew a sweat marked white card from inside her blouse handing it up to him from her kneeling at is feet position.

Taking it, he ran down the list of remarks, checking off the ratings level boxes and adding a final grading to its bottom.

He handed it back to her, a sob escaping her sweet lips as she slowly rose. He opened his door and she slowly walked out.

Terry received a B minus, a failing grade.

She had looked up into his face, instead of keeping her eyes below his waist level. Hesitant and fumbling while opening his zipper. And obviously unprepared for dealing with an uncircumcised male organ. Her actual oral technique simply lacked practice.

Mat had not wanted to fail her, but they had made it clear to him His proven honesty had stood him out from their short list when they looked for the man to fill this position.

His School;

The size and amenities of his newly built grade school had surprised him. The single level hollow structure with a garden in its center was all brick, hardwood and glass. The computer lab filled with the latest systems complete with a dedicated internet hub and a full time female instructor.

A high school sized gym with a stage and divider doors was interesting and very useful. As the school also served as a recreation center with its own staff, contained both Olympic sized pool and shallow pools, exercise rooms with even a sauna.

The most fascinating feature though was not obvious a first inspection. There was a completely soundproofed weapons training structure beneath it, firing range and all. Actually he realized as the underground complexes entrance was through a very normal pair of doors in the gym. It was completely hidden.

Every day, according to the schools, curriculum schedule, one of his classes spent the entire day down there. The girls that is, as the few remaining boys spent the day on field trips.

At gym, the boys swam or played sports as the girls were taught martial arts including Kendo, the one were they dressed up in Samurai armor and battered each other with bamboo swords and various pole arms.. He noted the girls, when they did play a team sport. It was always one requiring them to use an object that could double as a weapon, namely lacrosse and field hockey. Though they did have their share of swimming and track and field events on the combined soccer pitch, football field circled by a quarter mile track, set outback.

Little girls throwing javelins or firing steel ball bearings using leather slings at man sized targets. Or beating the heck out of each other, with anything put in their hands and learning to shoot. Had him wondering what someone had in mind, but there were other little girl activities that sort of distracted him. Or maybe they were supposed too.

11::am

A knock on his office door interrupted his paperwork.

"Come in." He said.

It opened and a tiny starveling thin girl walked in.

"Yes? He inquired.

"I'm your eleven o’clock. Sir." She replied.

"You do not look old enough." The man in his late twenties replied. "I supposed you were here for a punishment spanking."

"You can get me off by spanking my bum cheeks anytime you wish, sir." She cheekily offered

Ignoring his protestations, she walked over to his desk and before he could stand hopped up on his lap, spreading her thin legs, lifting up her skirt, her little hands guiding his towards her prominent love mound over her hairless little slit.

His fingers explored the offering, a satisfied sigh escaping her tiny mouth as his fingers were dampened with female love juice. Her hymen was intact, but obviously this one's sexual experiences had gone far beyond her tender years. Flipping her lithe body over, right on his lap. She used her feet to spread his legs, slipping down to her knees between his now spread legs and reaching up, unzipped his pants.

"Had a little practice at this, have you?" Her subject inquired. "Unkie likes me to drop into his chambers between sessions." She calmly replied as she withdrew his member. "So I can relieve some of the tension out of him, especially during difficult trials."

"He is a lawyer, then?" The male currently enjoying her obviously well practiced oral skills, inquired.

"Now, he's the chief justice of the California supreme court." This little sex pistol informed the incredulous man her mouth was pleasing.

After that, he was simply too enthralled by her attention to his maleness to think of anything else.

And when she had completed her obviously well practice performance. Offered up her oral sex report card with a little smile on a face slightly tilted to the left with her big blue eyes looking expectantly up at him.

"I suppose an A plus is in order." He smiled back as he retrieved the card and filled it out before handing it back.

"I’m still here for the next week if you wish a return engagement." She offered, before the experienced far beyond her tender years girl, curtsied and walked out.

She was the best of a rather dull day. Most of the girls obviously looked on this as simple another skill to be mastered or trial endured, while growing up, no more or less.

It was simply another milestone for a girl to endure and learn strength from.

Satisfactorily performing oral sex on an adult male was one of the trials a sixth grade female was required to perform prior to graduating from grade school, thereby earning advancement to grade eight and junior high.

That was the reason the principal of the new pre-kindergarten to grade seven school, had to be a young male. The one required to judge and grade each little girl by having her perform the act on his maleness. It may, at first sound as if this was an ideal job. But having to perform, some days in the spring and fall, every four hours from seven am to seven PM. It soon became a chore; only young males were up to performing.

His three o'clock was an Afro-American dark-skinned lass, who carried out her required performance without emotion. She simply walked in, dropped to her knees and carried it out on a very functional manner. And received a basic B+ passing grade for her efforts. Whether she enjoyed it or not was simply not a factor for consideration.

It was now nine thirty and he was sitting dressed in only a bathrobe after his shower in front of his fifty inch plasma TV. The only frill in his otherwise Spartan bachelor house. Watching the second round trials of England’s premier league soccer on the BBC when a knock came to his door.

A light spring rain had been falling since just after his seven o’clock oral sex grading of an oriental beauty.

He opened his door to find a bedraggled soaked to her skin little Terry standing there. He could clearly see her palm filling little breast bulges topped by perky little nipples.

"Come in and let me get you dried off." He said. "What are you doing back here?"

"Please let me try gain." She begged. "I promise to do much better this time."

"Drop that heavy bag your are carrying and let me dry you off before you catch cold, first." He instructed.

She eased the black leather bag off and it landed on the floor with a metallic clunk. He noted she had winced as it slid off her back.

"Follow me to the bathroom and I will get some towels to dry you with." He instructed and walked off.

Arsenal had just scored, evening up the tally, and its fans had gone wild filling the living room through his surround sound speaker system 'with a joyful noise, but he ignored it.

"The bathroom was still warmly damp from his shower.” Wait right here and I will fetch dry towels." He instructed. She simply nodded and he left her standing in the middle of his bathroom.

He had to retrieve more dry towels from a hamper in the basement laundry room, but was only gone a minute or two. Returning with a whicker basket pilled high with freshly laundered towels to find her still where she had been facing the bathroom door. But now she was standing there completely naked. Her schoolgirl uniform pilled up neatly beside her.

Terry's young body was already blessed with nicely rounded hips and a fine firm posterior. Her small breasts would nicely fill his palms if he dared to place his hands over them. Then remembered the first time he had met her was when he awarded this solid little preteen sweetie first prize in the schools unarmed hand to hand combat tournament.

He dropped the basket he was holding in shock and reaching down, picked up a towel, giving him a very close up look at her virgin hairless quim and quickly wrapped her in it.

"Is something wrong sir?" Terry inquired. Obviously his reaction to seeing her naked was a surprise by the look on his face. "I know I am not one of those pretty little thin girls most people like."

"You are a very pretty young girl to my eyes." He replied.

"You think I am pretty?" Terry exclaimed as her head came up while a broad smile crept across her face and her eyes lit up.

"Is my heart racing because a little preteen is here in my house, nude? Or because Terry’s face is smiling up at me?" He wondered to himself.

"You forget I am of Latin descent. And we Latinos love our females to have well rounded bodies. He replied smiling back looking down into her face.

"Every time I see one of those thin, anorexic looking girls." He added. "I want to tie her to a chair and force feed her until she fattens up."

Just then his cell phones ringing broke in and he excused himself. Walking back across his living room, he retrieves it from its charging station on a small shelf beside his front door.

"Principle Lennox?" An adult female voice inquired.

"Yes." He replied. Wondering who it was, since only his mother and his schools secretary had the number.

"Look out your front door." The caller instructed.

He opened his front door and saw a darkened police cruiser parked in front of his house.

"The police are outside my house and I have a nude little girl in my bathroom." Flashed through his mind.

"Terry was detected by the intersections cameras as she crossed the first intersection," The caller informed him. "And by the time she had crossed the third; we had triangulated her route and determined her target."

"Yes she is here." He informed the unknown female.

"Permission for her to continue and for her to stay overnight has been sought and obtained from her station." The woman went on. Ignoring his admission she was inside his house alone with him.

"What should I do with her tonight and tomorrow?" He inquired. Somewhat relieved the police were apparently giving him permission to have a little preteen girl in his house alone with him all night.

"Terry is a very bright well trained locally born and raised girl." The woman informed him.” We are positive she will have brought with her everything she will need to get her though the night and to school tomorrow morning."

"Okay them." Was all he could think of in reply.

"Principle Lennox." Another adult female voice asked as he continued to look at the rain pelting down on the darkened police cruiser.

"Let me take this opportunity to remind you." The new female voce said. "Terry's virginity is neither hers to give nor yours to take."

A flash of bright light came from the back seat of the cruiser and a small red dot appeared on his bathrobe right over where his heart was.

He had seen enough Hollywood movies to recognize a sniper rifles laser site targeting point when he saw it up and close.

The message was loud and clear. A swift death was promised him if Terry's hymen was found not to be intact next morning.

He watched the police cruiser drive off and calmly as he could, closed his front door. "Have pleasant night." The first female voice came online and said. "And you’re seven a.m., has been rescheduled as Terry needs the practice."

"Everything ok?" Terry inquired as he walked back into his bathroom. She had dropped the towel and stood in front of his mirror rubbing another towel over her midnight black hair. "You do not own a hairdryer?" She inquired. "This is a head of easily dried curly hair." He replied. "And I was not expecting any feminine company."

"They tell you it was aright for me to stay?" She asked. Obviously the police car and the phone call were no surprise to her.

"You have been whipped?" He exclaimed. But that was obvious from the numerous light red stripes that decorated her backside from her shoulders down across her rear.

"Just a standard light punishment flogging administered while hanging by your wrists. Metered out for failing to successfully complete an assigned task." She replied.

"You must report it to the police." He told her. "No one should be allowed to treat you that way." He angrily in formed her. As he opened the medicine cabinet and removed a tube of ointment.

"My stepfather is away traveling on business again, so my mother called in a constable to carry out the required punishment." Terry shocked him with. "It is a common enough occurrence as a parent will often be much too sparing of the rod on their own offspring."

"You’re joking." He could only get out.

But she had turned around and dropped to her knees in front of him.

"I brought alone my whip if you want to flog my tits". She calmly informed him as he reached up and withdrew his swelling member.

"Girls are first flogged on their eighth birthday, here." She continued. "Stretched out on a horizontal rack on their ninth and ride a punishment horse on their tenth."

It was obvious this description of punishment training inflicted on little preteen girls had the expected result as she blew softly on the now exposed head of his rock hard erection.

"In grade eight, girls are fitted with a none intrusive Japanese "Butterfly" vibrator." Terry added. "And wear it continually from then on until they graduate from high school."

But he was not really paying that much attention to her words. As her menstruations to his maleness, had certainly been improved with that flogging.

He griped her head in his hands as his sperm flooded her mouth. But released it as she swallowed repeatedly to digest every ounce. Then stood their week kneed as she moved to his side and licked his cock clean.

"Well you deserve an A for that effort." He finally managed to get out. "But now what?"

"I have to retrieve my clean uniform from my backpack." She informed him, remaining sitting on her haunches in front of him, licking her lips.

"Okay and I will get us both something to drink. He replied.

She stood and he bent his head down, lifting up her ever so sweet face, kissed her full on the ruby red lips.

A smile appeared on her face, her eyes lit up, while a tiny giggle escaped her sweet lips. He just knew he was going to sorely miss seeing and hearing her when she graduated.

As he returned with a glass of milk for her and a shot of brandy for himself. He observed her perfectly curved little body as it retrieved a tightly rolled up plastic clothing bag from her backpack and walked of towards his bedroom. Holding it up high. The bag unfolded as she walked to reveal her schoolgirl’s uniform on a hanger complete with shoes and socks at the bottom.

He followed to see her hang it in his bedroom closet. All the way, wondering how she already knew the layout of his house. As she reached up over her head on tiptoe, with two hands to place it on the horizontal bar. He fantasized about seeing her hanging by her wrists awaiting his whip.

She turned around as he stood there, a drink in each hand. Reached back over her head and jumping straight up, gripped the horizontal bar with both hands, ending up hanging there with her feet just off the floor.

"The horizontal bars in the master bedrooms .walk-in closets are built to support a hundred pounds of hanging little girl." She calmly informed him as she hung in front of him. "While the ring hanging from any rooms central light fixture will support three hundred pounds easily."

"Fascinating" Was all he could think of to say.

She dropped back down to the floor and walked right up to him, looking up into his face. "If you prefer, I can be shy and naive."

"Let’s just have a little drink together before bedtime." He said, handing her the glass of milk.” While I work out somewhere for you to sleep tonight."

"I will be expected to sleep on the floor nude, chained up to the foot of your bed." She informed him. "My traveling set of chains is in the bottom of my backpack."

"They said you were raised and trained her, so would have brought everything you would need." He noted. "But I did not think it would include chains and a whip."

"Never leave home for an overnight stay, without your basic kit." Terry intoned in a flat voice, as if reciting a religious canton. "Owned females are only permitted to sleep nude on the floor, chained to a male’s bed."

"Pardon?" He inquired Puzzled at her sudden loss of personality.

"Just rules to live or die by." She replied in her own voice.

"So you will be sleeping chained up on the floor at the foot of my bed tonight?" He inquired. "I will fetch you an eiderdown then."

"I have done nothing to earn such comfort." She surprised him with. :"Only graduating from high school with deans honors could earn me such a prize. Accepting it for anything less would be dishonorable."

"O, then a pillow is out of the question then?" He inquired.

"On her wedding night." She replied in that soulless canton style. “A female may be allowed a hard leather pillow under the small of her back to raise her hips off the rack in order to aid her master into first raping then branding his property."

"You’re joking." He exclaimed.

"A male may have a female under his ownership racked at anytime for his viewing pleasure." Came the reply in that same toneless style. "But only a husband may use her vulva to relieve the pressure of his sperm into her."

"Have you been racked?" He just had to know.

"I received the standard twenty-four hour racking session on my tenth birthday." She informed him. "And then I was stretched out vertically in a dungeon as visual stimuli. While my mother was raped and branded on the brides wedding night rack by my step father on their wedding day."

His mind flooded with images of a deep dark dungeon torture chamber with her sweat glistening young body suspend between the rollers of a horizontal rack

"I guess it is time for bed then." He informed her. And watched her perfect little body as it walked off to retrieve her backpack from where it sat in the entrance hallway. Then walk right past him and back into the master bedroom.

He followed her and stood transfixed as the little preteen girl removed a jumble of shiny chromed chains from her backpack and calmly fastened them to her wrists, ankles and neck with stout leather cuffs secured with padlocks.

"Where is the key for the padlocks?" He inquired.

"Here around my neck, where every locally raised and trained female carries hers." She replied as she looped one end of the prisoners harness around the foot of his bed and secured it with another padlock.

Sure enough as she bent over to lock the chain leading from the leather collar around her neck to where it was wrapped around a bedpost at the foot of his bed. He observed a small key suspended by a fine metallic chain from around her neck

Without saying a word. She then knelt down, hands clasped behind her back, head back, eyes shut mouth open wide. And since he was a man in the prime of his life. Stepped up and directed his stiffening maleness into her eagerly waiting mouth.

"I could easily get used to this." He said to himself as Terry began licking his maleness as if it were a Popsicle.

Sometime during the night, as the reflected light of the moon was coming in through the pulled down blinds of his bedroom window. He felt her warm little body as she eased into his bed from the bottom and started kissing it all the way up until she reached his lips.

"You missed the most important part." He laughingly chided her with.

"I'm saving it for the return journey." Terry replied as she snuggled close.

Her nude little preteen body up against his was more than he could resist. And his eager hands began exploring it.

Probing fingers slipped down over her perfectly rounded bottom as his left index finger entered her splincer. A tiny squeak came from her lips and she squirmed further up his body until her tips were presented to his mouth as he desired. Soft exclamations ushered from her sweet lips as his mouth sucked on her right breast while his tongue flicked its nipple to rock hardness and his fingers caressed her virgin loins.

"They warned me, your virginity was neither mine to take, nor yours to give." He whispered as his explorations were rewarded with gentle sighs and soft exclamations.

"Anal sex is permitted to be performed on a virgin underage slave by her master." She whispered back.

"We will save that for another time." He softly promised. "To have you skin to skin, for now, is enough for me."

"I want to give myself to you." Terry surprised him with.

"Your parents will not allow us to live together and besides slavery is against the law." He softly informed her.” Even though, I would dearly love to have you.”

"It is legal around here for a female to give herself to a male as a sex slave." Terry shocked him with. "No matter what age she is."

"But your parents must still love you and would miss you being around." He said. "My mother is pregnant with a boy and I would be just extra unwanted baggage after he is born." Terry informed him.

"What can we do then?" He inquired as she moved her body to a kneeling position, hovering, just out of reach, her sweet quim over his eagerly awaiting lips and tongue.” Do you just move in or do I kidnap you and whisk you away to my dungeon?"

"That would excite me to no end." Terry replied as his tong licked the sweet nectar oozing out of her virgin slit like a cat licking up cream. "But the constabularies Valkyrie SWAT team is not known for a sense of humor nor bring felons who mistreat children back alive."

"I will ask your secretary to look into it tomorrow.” Terry informed him.

She had worked her way down his body, to her favorite place by then. He was simply no longer paying attention.

She brought him off to mouth filling orgasm, and then continued on down. Terry finally slipping her sweet little body out the bottom of his bed, as she heard his breathing become shallow and soft.

"I will submit to anything they demand of me if I can be yours." She whispered to her self as she refastened her chains and curled up at the foot of his bed.

"I have overheard the thin bodied high school age Precepts rankers discussing boys and how to attract and keep them during breaks in full legion practices." She said to herself. "But the fuller boded ones, as I will eventually become. Only stand around with them as they do so and look on with glum faces."

"This is my one chance for a few years of happiness until my body fattens out by the end of high school. And he discards me for a thinner one."

The first dawning of a new way of life

The next morning started out perfect as she woke him by sucking on his maleness. But things got a little frantic as they spent way too much time playing in the shower.

A school bus was waiting as she dashed out the door, hair still damp. He watched her go and realized even being apart for a single school day was going to hurt.

But that day was extremely busy as girls attempted to perform on his cock before the looming end of the school year. They had him booked up every four hours all day.

He was not available for yard duty that day so was not able to catch Terry out in the yard with her classmates at recess. Paperwork was piling up and his secretary appeared to have tasks calling her away from her desk. Forcing him to deal with the myriad of minor events that were hers to take care of all day.

He did not arrive home until after six and that was just as his seven click oral exam arrived to perform.

He unlocked his front door, ushering the little curly haired girl in. Who promptly dropped to her knees and began her task before he had even set down his bulging with paperwork briefcase.

"You are as hansom as she said you were." Purred the redheaded adult female sitting in his favorite char in his living room.

She wore a pale blue skirt with a matching bolero cut jacket over a snow white blouse. Her legs were encased in leather boots that went up to her knees and a little dark haired girl was kneeling by her left side, head down, hands clasped behind her back.

He felt the one attempting to earn her passing grade in oral man pleasing start to tremble from head to foot, when the adult woman announced her presence.

But she nevertheless managed to bring him off successfully. And after cleaning it, return it from whence she had withdrawn it.

Immediately upon completed her task. The girl went down on all fours using her toes and fingers, scooted over to where the adult female sat. Bent down ass raised high, reaching back and flipping her skirt up over her backside, exposing her white panties covered bum cheeks. And then began licking her boots, still trembling uncontrollably while holding up with her trembling arm, her oral sex report card towards the seated adult female.

"I will add my approval of your oral skills to your report card Darla." The redhead informed the poor little girl at her feet. As she filled out the card and signed her name. "You can stop licking my boots and be on your way home."

The girl immediately stood, retrieved the card from the imposing woman’s hand without looking into her face. Then bowed low and backed away until she was again at his front door.

"Thank you mistress Vicki, for signing my card and allowing me to perform in your august presence." And was gone.

"Darla will be the envy of her classmates when she hands her card around." The woman informed him. "And I'll bet you she has it framed and keeps it by her bedside."

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house" And why was that student of mine so terrified of you. She almost peed herself." He asked as he advanced on the seated woman.

But she simply stood up and walked towards him with her hand out for him to shake. The little girl shadow carefully keeping her place one step directly behind her left side.

"I am Vicki the instructress for little pets in the middle school down town." She informed him. "Terry, if she survives the summer trials." She continued. "Will be under my tender mercies, for the next three years of her life."

"Why your class and what trials will she be facing." He asked her as the both seated themselves across a coffee table from each other.

"My class because It is my duty to transform miscreant little girls into accomplished little sex slaves." Came the mater of fact reply. “If you insert this encoded access card into the slot at the rear of your cable modem.” She said as she withdrew and offered it to him. “And swear never ever to reveal you were allowed to watch, especially to Terry.”

“The tortures and trials Terry will be enduring over the next ten long weeks.” The red head informed him. “In order be allowed to become your sex slave.”

“I swear never to reveal to anyone you gave me access.” He replied as he retrieved the credit card sized piece of blank white plastic.

“I am only acting as a delivery and warning messenger for the council in this matter.” Vicky surprised him with. “And I suggest you keep the existence of both a deep secret."

"Is your little companion yours?" He inquired in order to change the subject. He knew she could see the card was trembling in his hand.

"A Valkyrie sent her thirteen year old acolyte to me for the summer. In order that I instruct her in the more subtle feminine arts of our trade." The red head replied. "Natalie dear, you can show principle Lennox your wondrous face."

The head of the dark haired girl kneeling at her feet came up, her downcast, eyelid hooded eyes opened wide and a shiver went down my spine.

I had once served on a grand jury to indict a woman who had killed ten perfect strangers for no discernable reason. The prosecutor’s physiatrist had declared her a stone cold killer. And this otherwise pretty little thirteen years old had those same cold eyes.

Vicki was using that tidbit to inform me there was much more to her than an instructress of miscreant little female pets.

"But we both have more pressing engagements on our minds." The woman informed me as she rose.

Ever a gentleman, I stood and escorting her to my front door. Where we shook hands again. This time without exchanging any more words. I watched as she walked off with her dark haired student keeping her place just behind her left side.

As soon as she was gone. Dashed over to the telly, powered it up and turning the descrambler around. Popped the card in.

"Move your ass slave." An adult woman’s voice instructed. The sound of a switch striking bare skin and Terry's sweet voice yelping as the switch struck. Had me dashing to the front.

A nude except for hiking boots Terry was attempting to negotiate her way up a rock strewn hillside carrying my fully loaded haversack in her sweat streaked back with a one man tent rolled up and tied on top across her shoulders.

The view must be form a camera attached to a helmet as sport skydivers use to record their jumps from airplanes.

"Your master is an avid hiker and camper slave." The adult woman’s voice instructed. "And you will be required to carry all his gear and provisions."

I stood transfixed, amazed and terrified a Terry was driven mercilessly up the hills and through a stand of pine trees.

On the other side a small grassy knoll, trimmed by quarried stonework, overlooked a shear drop to the valley far below. The towers of smog bound LA could be clearly seen in the distance, with the pacific ocean, sparkling in the fading sunlight, beyond.

"The View", a very popular overnight camping spot he had only managed to book once before.

Matt watched as she fumbled to set up his tent. The switch used on her until it was splintered and discarded.

Finally as the light faded she had managed to set up his tent, start a small cooking fire in the stones circled fire pit. Then finally chain herself up to the stake she had driven into the hard ground just outside his empty tents doorway. Then as the view faded, curled her body into a ball, naked on the hard ground at his tents doorstep.

He had no idea how long he sat there looking at the black screen until the shriek indicating the carrier signal had been terminated penetrated his consciousness.

Dragging myself out of bed the next morning. The man in the mirror looked like he had not slept a wink all night and hated himself for what Terry was going through just to be with him.

His seven AM appointment failed to get him off after a very excellent effort, but was relieved she received a B+ passing grade anyway.

"I’m not feeling very well." Put her mind at ease as she rushed off to be at school on time.

He wasn’t and when his eleven o’clock appointment went as his seven o'clock. His secretary knocked on his office doorjamb and inquired. "You are not feeling very well?" But one look at his face was enough.

"Your appointments for today are cancelled and I will make a doctors appointment for you." She informed him. "If you cannot perform, then you will have to be replaced."

He simply did not care, went home, inserted the card in the slot and sat mesmerized.

A nude Terry was peddling a racing bike mounted in a frame over a treadmill. Her glistening little body peddling fast, head down.

"Sash, slash, slash." A thin cane struck her sweet firm but cheeks and he winced. "Your master rides ten miles a day slave." The same adult female voice instructed. "And will expect his slave to keep up."

"Peddle harder slave." A hill does not slow your master down." Again the whip was applied to her sweet body as I stood and watched.

A hill did not slow me down because I was in top shape and had ridden the hills of LA all my life. Poor little Terry was not in good shape nor had she rode ten miles everyday for the last twenty years.

It went on all day until she literally fell of the bike exhausted and the screen faded to black.

A police cruiser pulled in front of me as I crossed an intersection. As I dodged around it, two uniformed bike cops bracketed my bike forcing me into the curb. The riders each were pinioning my arms in theirs before I could even attempt to dismount.

"Am I under arrest officer?" I inquired.

"You have been exceeding the speed limit, ignoring stop signs and intersection lights for the past two hours as you sped around town." One officer informed me as they released me.

"You even out raced and exhausted poor Lori here." The other police officer noted.” And she's a Tour de France bike race champion."

"I apologize officers." I said. "And I realize that douse not excuse my breaking the law."

"We can administer an oral alcohol level test here or a blood test at the station after you are formally arrested and charged." The first officer informed me.

"Am I under arrest officer?” I inquired again... I just had to be there tomorrow at seven AM when Terry’s trials would continue.

"Not if you pass the oral sobriety test and sign the traffic tickets." Lori informed me. "We are constables not officers by the way."

A quick look around, showed the constable who had been driving the police cruiser that had cut me off, Stood a dozen feet away with a magazine fed Rugger semi auto carbine held diagonally across her chest. Terry was within arms reach, but her partner with a hand on her Glock nine millimeter pistol stood outside of my immediate reach. This may be, relative to LA, a small, quiet town.

But obviously its police force was confident, well armed and very well trained.

I easily passed the alcohol level test, signed the speeding and running a stop sign ticket. Without further protest.

Lori handed me her constables contact card with her badge number and station phone number. "Call and we can go riding." She asked. "The hills above town are an excellent training ground."

It was dark and I had no Idea where I was, nor how I had gotten there. Every time I ran into a problem, going for a bike ride kept my body busy and given my mind time to think the problem through. Obviously a lifelong habit had kicked in.

It took me two hours of asking directions to find my way home.

Pain to be Born

AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

It was early August and I had spent everyday all summer watching poor little Terry being driven mercilessly through grueling athletic trials.

And every night legally outracing Terry and every other town constable who wanted to try taking me on. Up and down the hillside roads of this valley town. Driving my body to the point of exhaustion was the only way I could get any sleep.

But now her sweet little body, was being stretched taught between two horizontal capstans, set at either end of a rough wooden table. The chains passed over the top of the rollers, lifting her little preteen body up off the bed of the rack as they tried to pull her body apart in two directions at the same time.

“Shush girl, we have just started and you have twenty more hours to go.” An adult female’s voice noted. “If you cannot stand it, just say ENOUGH, and we will release you.” It offered.

“We will take you to the infirmary your body sen to.” It promised. “But after that you will be sent away, never to see him again. For you had failed to earn the right to his sperm."

He almost fainted when an arm began flogging her poor body. He screams echoing in the rough stonewalled chamber.

A wooden arm came into view just over her head. Its end holding a rubber copy of his maleness.

“No mater how her body is being treated, a slave should always be able to bring her master off.” The adult female voice informed Terry. Her sweat glistening head came up, hair plastered to her skull, her mouth opened wide and her mouth eagerly began sucking on the reproduction of his cock.

All day, they worked her body over. Her screams fading as her voice box became exhausted. But no matter whether it was her body or her feet being switched, she continued to suck on his cock.

“Good girl.” The voice finally rewarded her with as the day ended. Then they slackened off the rollers, leaving her in the dark as her screams echoed when the blood returned to her limbs.

Again he just stood there until the carrier signal was cut off. And then went for a shower, but somehow, no mater how hard he scrubbed. He felt unclean.

The next day started with her being released from the rack. Two adult females dressed in dominatrix leathers picked her up and carried her off. Their faces were hidden by masks, but one had red hair.

They dragged her to a tiny cell, chaining her hand and foot, to a ring set in the wall.

Another copy of his cock was affixed to the wall at the kneeling height “Practice honoring the center of your universe.” One instructed. “You will be judged on your fanaticism to it.”

A small bowl of water and one filled with a brownish mush was slipped in afterwards. The view was shifted to one from the far end of the tiny cell; across from the door as it they sealed her in by closing the door. And then bolting it up tight.

The wall mounted camera view shifted to a grayish picture as the closing door shut off any light source. For a while, Terry’s abused body just lay there exhausted by her latest ordeal. But then he saw first her head, then her trunk come up, supported on trembling arms as her sweet lips began kissing the reproduction of his cock.

All day, as long as her arms could support her. She orally worshipped his maleness in the dark. Chained up like an animal in a tiny stone prison. When her exhausted arms would no longer support her, she slumped back down, her tear-filled eyes never leaving it.

She soon emptied the bowls of their meager content, but as he watched, no more was supplied. Sometime around midafternoon, her head came up as the door opened and four white clad hands reached in to unlock her chains and drag her out.

The view changed back to the head cam as Terry’s body was rolled over facedown on the flagstone paved hallway by two females whose bodies were completely enshrouded in white.

From heads covered completely by white skin tight hoods with old fashioned white nurses hats perched on top. White diving goggles covering their eyes. A white nurses uniform with arms completely covered by white gloves. Legs completely encased in white right down to high heeled white shoes.

As they fed a long chrome pole underneath Terry's wrist shackles and then her ankle shackles their outfits glistened in the corridors lights. Revealing them to be made of either PVC plastic or rubber.

Then these two bizarre nurses bent down, lifting the bar up onto their right shoulders as you see in movies about great white hunters where African locals are hired to carry their kill home. In this case poor little Terry’s body hanging head down, body arced painfully backward. Stood and walked off down the stone lined corridor into the darkness.

You could see the corridor was lined on both sides by many more of those little double bolted steel doors set in the walls at adult waist height. And passed at least three other tableau’s where another poor little chained girl was being stuffed in or dragged out by two dominatrix gear clad adult females. Obviously Terry was not the only one undergoing trials.

The nurses stopped at a doorway as bizarre and out of place in this medieval dungeon as they were. A chromed steel ships door was set in stone wall at the end of the hallway. The lead nurse let go of the carry pole, as the rear one gripped it in both hands to steady it on both shoulders. The lead nurse gripped the center unlocking wheel in both hands and yanked it around to the left and then pushed the door open into the room beyond.

Beyond was a blinding white room lined completely with shiny white ceramic tiles. As the adult females entered the head cam swept the room. A chrome spreader bar hung from a chrome chain in the ceiling above a set of chrome manacles connected to the floor by short chrome chains leading to a ring bolted in place by four chrome bolts.

A large chrome tank stood in one corner and a long thin flexible chrome metal hose, connected to its lower end, hung beside it.

"A clean slave is a healthy slave." Had been set into a line of ties running across the back wall.

The camera then moved into a corner, turning back towards the center of the room. To give the viewer a clear shot of the events unfolding.

The nurses set their load down in the center of the room and then slid the bar out. Leaving Terry slumped on the white tile floor like a brown bug on a dissecting table. They bent down; releasing Terry's wrists then each stood holding one of her slim wrists in both hands. Reaching out, each shiny nurse form clamped a chrome spackle on the wrist they held, glanced at each other and let go.

A cry of surprise and pain was wrenched from their victim’s mouth as her body hung arms outstretched, toes just off the floor. Next they knelt too momentarily to free her feet from the hobble shackles. But freedom was fleeting as they were almost instantly replaced by the floor secured ones.

One nurse walked off towards the tank while the other walked out of the camera's line of view. As the first walked back holding one end of the chromed metallic hose. The sounds of metal gearing came to Matt's ears.

Terry’s head came up off her chest and looked upwards as the spreader bar was pulled up towards the ceiling. Her legs pulled further and further apart as the slack in the chains leading from her ankles to the floor was taken up.

A sob, then a cry came from her sweet lips.

"Just say "Enough" and this will all end." An adult female voce reminded the subject of their actions.

But Terry just shook her sweating head.

Terry’s little preteen female body now hung, spread nude, vulnerable to any defilement, before him.

But Matt only watched the movement of her eyes as she followed the two bizarre nurse’s activities out of camera view. The one with the hose begin spraying Terry's backside with water as the other one started scrubbing her body with a natural sponge that must have been first soaked in some sort of soap as Terry's body was soon covered in white soapy foam. They moved around to her front soaping it up al over as well. The one with the hose then returned to their captive subject’s rear side rinsing off the sop with a stream of water from her shiny metallic hose. The other walked out of the head cam's view.

Just as the hose nurse finished washing off Terry's body. The other came back into view pushing a shiny chrome serving cart, complete with a half round top.

The bizarre nurse holding the water hose standing right behind Terry then reached out one shiny gloved hand right up between Terry's wide spread legs. A yelp escaped their helpless victim’s mouth as the middle finger of the rear nun slipped up her bum hole.

The intruding finger was withdrawn and the same hand then held up three white clad fingers towards her fellow.

The one pushing the cart nodded her head as she opened the lid of the dining cart to reveal not a meal for their captive but a row of twenty or more shiny home nozzles set in a chrome holding rack. The first was almost insignificantly small in diameter. But the last was as large a male cock as anyone could possibly be blessed with.

Terry’s eyes watched, then flew wide, as the bizarre nurse in front of her reached down and chose the forth nozzle, handing it to her fellow. The hose caring nurse then screwed it onto he top of her hose as Terry’s head turned as far around as it could, attempting to see what she was up to.

A few seconds later, Terry found out as the rear nurse reached down between Terry’s legs and shoved the end of her hose right up Terry’s asshole.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Terry's voice echoed in the white tiled room as the hose nurse reached under her and turned the metallic hose on. The chromed metallic hose swished like a bizarre metal snake as Terry's body wiggled and trembled, attempting to dislodge it from her bum. .

As Matt watched, her belly started to swell from the liquid been pumped backwards through her digestive system. Terry's face set in a wide eyed stare. Her mouth open wide as tears streamed down. Her breath coming in great gulps between cries of pain.

The front bizarre wheeled over a chrome pole with another copy of his manhood affixed to its top and adjusted the vertical bar as she slid it into Terry’s mouth.

The sounds of a little girl in torment were replaced by the sounds of a little girl slurping on a hard rubber copy of her master’s cock.

As the rear nurse reached up under Terry's outstretched lower limbs. The front nurse calmly picked out a shiny chromed object from the rubber wheeled tray in front of her and fastened it to Terry's left nipple.

Terry's eyes flew wide but her head kept rocking back and forth over the copy of his cock. And did not even miss a stroke, as the other nipple received its own painful application of a weighted nipple clamp.

The invasive hose came out, immediately followed by a stream of brownish liquid that poured out of Terry down onto the floor, before draining away down a chromed grating set directly beneath her suspended body.

Terry’s tanned body sagged as her digestive system discharged the liquid forced into it.

But the flow had finally dribbled away to nothing.

The bizarre nurse holding the hose standing behind Terry unscrewed the first nozzle handing it to her equally bizarre twin. Terry did not for an instant stop orally caressing the black rubber male cock. Mounted on its chrome stand set right in front of he. But her eyes followed every movement as the one in front exchanged the nozzle handed her with the next larger one from the set on the chrome cart in front of her. Handing it around their helpless subject’s painfully spread wide body.

He watched as the one standing behind Terry's body screwed the larger fixture into the nozzle of the hose in her hand. Then bending down slightly between Terry’s outstretched legs, shoved the larger invasion up home were the last one had been.

Terry's body flinched as the larger dong was shoved up past her splincer muscle. But as there was nothing she could do about it, kept sucking on the copy of his cock.

Again her bowels swelled as a liquid was forced backwards through her body's digestive system.

Distending her abdomen into a false pregnancy.

Again the chromed metallic hose was withdrawn, allowing the fluid to pour out of her poor abused body onto the blindingly white ceramic tiled floor of the slave enema cleaning room.

Her anal invasion continued all day in that bizarre version of a hospital room. Each time increasing the size of the anal probes tip until they were half way down the row to an adult males cock size.

By the time they had inserted the fifth one. Their subject no longer responded to the anal flush.

Terry's head just hung down on her chest, occasionally flopping to the left or right as the next larger probe was shoved home up past her splincher muscle. Only then lifting up to continue sucking on the hard rubber copy of his maleness.

Around five the bizzaro nurses released their latest playtoy,reattatched her hobblee chains, insting the chrome carrypole and returned her to the tiny girl storage hole in the wall.

Her sweat streaked body was again securely fettered at wrist, ankles and neck with cuffs attached to rusty iron chains. ”Can I have the one off that arm too?” Terry’s exhausted voice begged.

“Certainly, slave girl.” One female tester replied. “You can have as many copies as you wish.”

The view changed to one showing her tiny cell from the wall opposite the cell's door. A small dish of water was slid in and the solid steel door shut and the sounds of it being bolted tight from the outside echoed inside.

Terry picked up the loose copy of his cock and slipped it through the larger ring fixed to the wall by a large bolted plate. It now was positioned directly across from the one fixed directly to the wall for her to practice on. Terry then bent down and sucked water out of the metal bowl. She maneuvered around until her mouth covered the newly positioned rubber cock and opening her mouth, wetted it.

Then repeated the procedure with the already affixed one.

He watched, wondering what she was up too.

Then she maneuvered herself so her little body spanned the distance between the side walls of her tiny cell, Terry then opened her mouth and took the ring mounted phallus inside.

He remembered the first time she had taken his inside and wished she was here to do it again.

Then reaching back to spread her bum cheeks wide, suddenly driving her ever so sweet ass backwards, impaling her self on his full sized adult male cock. Her screams came to his ears as she moved her body horizontally back and forth. First impaling her mouth on his rubberized cock and then moving forcefully backwards, impaling her anal passage. Terry’s cries filled his living room, and then suddenly the screen went black.

He cried out, but the feed never came back on for the rest of the day.

He never slept a wink that night wondering how she was fairing.

Matt was not a stupid cruel man and had refused her offer of anal sex that first night. Knowing full well her anal passage was far too small for him to insert his adult male cock.

And now she had forced a hard rubber copy of it full up to the balls. That must have torn her bum hole up very painfully and he hated himself for it. It was his fault for agreeing to accept her as his sex slave.

He was wakened by the sound of female voice calling his name.

“Matt Lennox?” It inquired. As the house was completely dark, he had no idea where the adult female voce came from. By its timber, he thought she may be senior in age. And by its inflection, used to being instantly obeyed.

"We are breaking precedent by contacting you directly regarding the unforeseen actions by your pet." The voice said... "To inform you Terry has been removed from the testing regime for a week under the instructions of the overseeing physician and transferred to a secure medical facility."

"After re-valuation by the medical group, she will be returned to her cell." She continued. "Never before in our long history has a female under our direct control been allowed to harm herself as your property in training has."

"Terry's personal trainer has been judged culpable in this matter and the full governing council was assembled to witness her punishment flogging. Even though the council of seven later decried we all were equally at fault." She surprised him with.

"Has she failed?" I had to know if I would ever see her sweet face again.

"Heavens no." Came the words I needed to hear. "We have agreed she has earned her right to be with you, But president requires she must still survive the next three weeks torture trials. As no one has the right to denying her the satisfaction of surviving them as we are confident she will now do."

"Enjoy your time with our little sister." The disembodied voice informed me.” We have great plans for her future and will be keeping close tabs on her."

I awoke in my own bed sometime the next morning. Having no memory of how I arrived there.

I rose, and looked at where her chains had been that night, so long ago. But she was not there.

Walking into my bathroom I entered the corner shower stall. And remembered all the fun we had that morning as I showered.

Later sitting at the small bistro kitchen table, I starred at my toasted bagel and glass of milk. Remembering how I had fed small portions into her mouth as he knelt at my feet.

Finally it was seven am, and I slipped the access card into its slot at the rear of the cable descrambler. But disappointment was my only reward. "Network feed suspended for seven days." It said.” Due to the unavailability of the subject undergoing testing.

Matt Lennox

"Slam!” The sound of a solid wood front door being shoved closed by a strong right hand driven by frustration shook the entire house.

They had cut off the feed showing Terry's trials when he refused to attend the week long symposium in LA California required each and every grade school principle in the state attend. Held during the second to last week before the new school year started. He had sat brooding at the back of the main hall and ignored both proceedings and smaller classes he was required by state law to attend.

Dumping his laptop beside his suitcase just inside the door, he retrieved the access card from his suit jackets pocket and turning right, walked into his living room. Determined to try accessing those transmissions of Terry's trails, one more time.

And was stricken dumfounded, by the tableau awaiting him, in the center of his living room.

A tanned all over trim muscular bodied raven haired little girl on her knees, head downcast, holding a long lashed punishment whip in her palm upwards hands over her head out towards him.

"Your slave freely offers her master the symbol of her slavery." Terry's voice came to his ears.

They had instructed him in the ritual and after a few seconds his brain finally kicked into gear and told him to get his act together and do his part.

Reaching into his right pants pocket, withdrew the jewelry box and removed the small triangular key on its finely wrought gold neck chain.

Stepping towards her as his right hand picked up the whip and recited.

"Receive from me the keys to your chains indicating that you may leave your slavery whenever you wish."

Then he slipped the chain over her head letting it settle between her palm filing little breasts. Terry's head came up as she modified her limbs into the receive position.

Head up, hands clasped behind the head, elbows pulled back, eyes shut, and mouth open.

As instructed he removed his male organ, which by now was fully erect, sliding it between her sweet lips.

Terry's oral technique had been sharpened to perfection over that long grueling summer of torture and training regimes. She brought him off in less than a minute. His sperm filled her cheeks as she swallowed every last drop.

His flaccid maleness had just escaped from her warm mouth when a soft moan escaped her lips as her body shivered and she collapsed onto the carpeted floor.

Stepping forward and bending down to see to her. He was brought up short by a command.

"Leave her be. She will recover in about four to eight hours." A young female voice instructed. ”Her physiology is adapting itself to be addicted to your sperm as programmed.”

The flash from a long shiny chain reflecting the morning sunshine lead his eyes from Terry’s slumped form.

It was only then he noticed the other half of the tableau as his eyes followed the long lead chain from the choke collar around Terry's neck leading up to where the other end was wrapped tightly around the tanned fist of an impeccably attired high school aged girl.

From perfectly set long blond hair, bright white school blouse with creases running down the short sleeves you could probably cut your fingers on. Past dark blue pleated skirt, white knee socks to high polished black shoes. A pretty tanned face with deep blue eyes and an unsmiling mouth.

“Timmi” was embroidered in dark blue thread on her left breast pocket.

"Who the heck are you?" He inquired.

"I am Timmisette, you house girl." She replied. "The council assigned me as you time will be taken up tending to your new pet."

"We can take care of ourselves alone." He informed her. "You can tell that council, thanks, but no thanks."

"Human house pets are trained to act as animal pets inside their stations." She replied. "They will need cleaning up after using the toilet. Nor wash or tend to their bodies in any way. They neither dress nor undress themselves and require hand feeding."

"O" Was all he replied.

“I will attend to all the interior housework including cooking the meals, cleaning up afterwards, washing and ironing as required all laundry from seven am to seven PM every weekday." She informed him. “Preparing only the dinners on weekends.”

."From seven PM to seven am is my own time to complete my school homework and any assignments or exercises deemed necessary for my well being.” She continued.

"Tuesday and Thursday nights are my assigned weapons proficiency range nights. And Saturdays I will be taking my place as Princepts, sixth maniple, eighth or Command and Control Countermeasures cohort, in the legion.

Once or twice during the summer his Saturday downtown shopping bike rides had taken him past the great oak tree lined field behind the Victorian period brickwork middle school downtown. And he had watched in fascination as hundreds of girls marched and maneuvered over and across it in perfect symmetry.

Younger grade school aged girls, armed with their deadly accurate leather slings in skirmish order out front. While middle and high school aged girls armed with javelins maneuvered in closely packed blocks behind them. All under the direction of adult females armed with riding crops.

Once, while backpacking in the hills above town. He had been startled by the shrill call of a bosons whistle after traversing an overgrown field.

Turning around to see an adult female in full combat gear, standing in the middle of the field, yell. "Fifth cohort advance."

And was shocked as dozens of heavily armed girls in full combat gear rose from concealment in the field he had just crossed and moved out. Most carried full backpacks and modern military rifle. A few carried heavier machine guns or long sniper rifles. While a dozen coming up the rear lugged the tubes, bases and rounds for light field mortars.

“You lead a very busy disciplined life.” He noted.

“Every one of us at the orphanage strive our best to meet and exceed the standards set in order to qualify for a house girl posting.” She replied.

“Why?” He asked.

“It is the next step towards qualifying for a constable posting.” She informed him.

“Do I pay you directly?” He wanted to know.

“No, I was informed the town will deduct my stipend and upkeep from your salary.” She said.

“Shall I prepare breakfast, and then put the contents of your bags away while you sit and wait for her to regain consciousness?” She calmly asked him as she stepped forward, handing him Terry’s lead chain.

“Sure, I guess.” He replied as he slumped to the floor beside Terry's unconscious form.

That they had worked her ass off during the summer was evident as his eyes examined her buffed up and overall tanned form.

Any of her baby fat remaining had been sweated off her and replaced with muscular development on her arms, abbes and legs. Actually she appeared somewhat underfed as her ribs were now clearly showing. Her bum appeared firmer and her breasts somewhat larger though.

For some reason as he sat there beside her unconscious form and watched the rise and fall of her chest. He could not bring himself to touch her

Yes she was his property and yes his arms ached to hold her tight.

His palms, which had never stung, no matter how many miscreant children he spanked in a day. Now tingled in anticipation of contact with her perfect skin...

His horticulturist trained nose had never smelt anything finer than her scent and his tong begged him to let it again explore and bring forth from her little preteen virgin sex, the nectar it had become addicted too.

But somehow he just could not bring himself to violate her trust.

So he just sat their, body in the lotus position ignoring the rest of the world. And waited for she who was now the center of his very being to come back to him.

It was going to be a long day. But he was happier than he had ever been before.