THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTORS SOCIETY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

Learning to be a “Good little Girl” The Hard Way

Sun blessed, blond haired, deep blue eyed ten year old Shelly hopped down off the school bus, waving to her fellows as the bus drove off. It was the May twenty-fourth weekend and a long three days of planned events laid ahead of the athletic bodied very pretty young female.

Actually she was the prettiest little girl in the entire Newhamshire Maine grade school system. Or so the newspapers throughout the county had proclaimed her, just last Christmas.

{Which was the reason why, he had chosen her, to be his perfect little princess.}

But if the old adage: "Beauty is only skin deep." Still runs true. Then it could honestly be said, it could apply to this little female. Hidden inside that perfect camouflage, there was a little miscreant hellion, just waiting for its chance to reveal itself.

{Which was the reason why, she almost did not survive, her first year under his ownership.}

"You will be Okay?" Both adult females in her life repeatedly inquired today. First her teacher, Miss Figo and jut before opening the door to let her out, bus driver Luca.

"Yes mam." She had respectively, in each instance replied. Knowing each had been close enough to her for their noses to detect the odor of female vaginal lubricant secretions. They both supposed her preteen body had jumped a few years ahead of her fellows toward adult femininity. But would have been shocked to know it was not the reason in her case.

Shelly was technically still a virgin as her hymen had been torn due to her rigorous gymnastics and dance training. The one everyone believed was her father had been very upset with her gymnastics coach. When she had informed him it was an inevitable result of the strenuous training regimes, Shelly had been undergoing since she was five.

The feminine lubrication dampening her panties was due to a none intrusive Japanese butterfly vibrator the adult male in her life required he to wear. Normally the two spare pair of brand new white cotton panties she carried sealed in plastic zip lock bags. Were enough to get her through typical school days. But her body had obviously moved beyond normal amounts and was beginning to produce larger and larger volume under the continuous stimulation of the virgin sex vibrator he had fitted her with years ago.

Outwardly she was the envy of her classmates from all the attention lavished on her by her single parent. Every one knew they went snow and water skiing, hiking, biking and snorkeling. She even rode a pony and only her light bodyweight prevented her from pari-sailing and skydiving.

Those vacation destinations, all just happening to be where the latest meeting of the butterfly collectors society he belonged to, was being held. He actually even had a very extensive mounted butterfly collection in his den. With pictures of a far younger version of himself out in far away places catching them.

Shelly let herself in to the expansive Victorian brick and stone mansion she had called home. Since she had been approximately four years old.

First, temporarily disarming the burglar alarm system. Then walking right into the kitchen and up the narrow winding servants hidden stairway to the third floor. Exiting from inside the linen closet she scooted down the polished hardwood and carpet runner hallway into the corner bedroom. Leaving its door wide open behind her.

Inside, she immediately slipped off her backpack on her way across the large round stone tower "Princess" room . With its baby pink and virgin white Victorian period furniture, complete with a four poster canopied bed. It was the envy of her schoolmates, when she had them over. Unaware Shelly had never ever spent a singe night in it.

Approaching her dresser, she withdrew a fresh pair of virgin white cotton panties from her top drawer, slipping her vaginal secretions soaked ones off and into a zip lock bag. Sealed it up and then marked it with the time and date. Walking back across her bedroom, Shelly removed the two others she had produced for him day. Setting all three on a silver serving tray, it self set on a small round table, just inside her supposed bedroom door.

Then transferred her backpack to the desk set beside the balcony windows and began her homework.

Right at six pm, she heard the font door open and leaving her homework, moved across the room to retrieve the silver tray. Kneeling down just inside the doorway, holding it over her bowed head. She never knew how long it would be until he entered the room. But she knew he had better find her kneeling in subjugation when he did.

As she waited, Shelly's mind drifted back to the time before she arrived here. Vague memories of constant hunger, cold and the increasingly haggard face of a young woman. Who might have been her mother. Then bright lights, soft blankets, warm food. And people all dressed in either light green or white. " "The poor little thing was found beside a woman who had died of a drug overdose.:" A female voice had softly noted. Then his voce for the first time. "This should be enough to take care of any complications or paper trail."

Her next memory had been seeing this house .set inside its all encompassing brick wall, for the first time. It had scared her then and some of the places he had confined her in it scared her still.

Shelly heard the door open and his soft tread as he entered. "Three, you produced three for me today?" He inquired. She knew from the tone of his voice, he was very pleased.

“Barry came to our school today." She informed him. "The one who tutored me in math, every Wednesday night this summer."

"The one you were so hot to trot over?" He asked.” And had such horny bad girl thoughts about. You begged me to spank you right after he left to cool your ardor?"

"Yes" Came her sheepish reply.

"Come sit on my lap and tell about your day." He instructed as he relieved her of the tray.

She rose and followed him to the throne like chair set by itself against the wall. "Lift you skirt.” He instructed as he knelt before her. His hands moved to slip down her panties towards her ankles. She lifted first her left then right foot as he stripped her panties off. Watched as he lifted them up to his mouth, tong licking the dampness off their crotch. As he sniffed her femininity.

Setting the panties aside his hands moved back to her exposed hips and slipped down her slim legs the leather thong holding in place up against her sex lips. The pink plastic butterfly shaped object. She had worn constantly since he had acquired her. This too went directly to his mouth. Tong eagerly licking it dry as he stood.

He then stepped backwards, ending up sitting in the chair. Shelly dropped the hem of her skirt and moved up close to him. He then lifted her up on his lap. Her left hand immediately gripping her rights wrist behind her back as she spread her legs wide His left arm circling her slim waist as his right slipped up under her skirt.

"Tell me about seeing him again." He instructed as his fingers slipped under her skirt and began exploring her vaginal lips.

"I was on my way to the library to return a book." The ten year old virgin girl began. He could see in her face, and from her shortness of breath. Even retelling the incident was getting her more excited than his exploring fingers were.

"Barry came walking along the hallway from the gym." She continued. "He had a girl with him, but I could see she was holding on to his hand. But he was not holding on to hers."

"Was she pretty?" The man stimulating her sex bud inquired. "Yes, but I'll bet she's not a natural blond as I am."

"I kept my eyes lowered as I passed." She went on. Her slim hips wiggling on his lap from his fingers stimulation

"But he stepped right in front of me and reaching out, lifted up my head and said. "If you need any more help with your math’s. Have your dad call mine."

"I promised I would and then the dye job blond remarked I probably needed help reading my own name." She added.

"Did you reply to that insult?" The man asked. She had been rigorously trained in proper respectful deportment and manners. But had also been trained, to not take insults or putdowns lightly.

"No they were walking on by as she said that. So I just continued on into the girls’ washroom. As I was so hot from seeing Barry again, I needed a finger myself off job."

"You finger yourself off without permission!" He angrily replied as he stood up. Dumping her off his lap, and onto the floor, at his feet.

"I wanted to chase him and show him what a great blow job artist I am." She respectively said. "But at least remembered I am only to demonstrate my oral skills for you and your friends."

"They it will just be a session in the chair instead of a ride in the laundry dumbwaiter." Her owner informed his little female.

Entombment

The laundry dumbwaiter ran in a narrow shaft from what had originally been the laundry room in the great houses subbasement far below. And up to each floor of the Victorian mansions linen closets. It was a narrow coffin like box with its own lockable pair of doors.

He had removed most the original interior shelving. Then reworking the upper and lowest shelves into removable stocks with padded holes. Designed to accommodate a little girls wrists and ankles. When he wanted to punish her without striking her. Or safely confine her if he went out alone. He took her trembling nude body into the laundry closet on the third floor. The first few times Shelly had desperately tried to fight him. But eventually realized that only lengthened her period of solitary confinements in the coffin.

He picked her up by her trim waist. setting her inside the tall narrow box. Next he drew up her wrists. Slipping them into the small padded halves of the wrist stocks. Then slid the companion half in. Next positioning her ankles into the lower stocks. again slipping in the other half. A bar protruded outwards from the center of each pair of stocks. With a hole in the end receiving the shackle of a heavy duty keyed lock.

After checking the charge on her butterfly vibrator, he would close the pair of doors shut. Ignoring the look of panic displayed over her eyes wide face, slipping the heavy duty lock in place.

Sealed in this way, with even the door to the dumbwaiter shaft and the linen closet door locked. No sound came to her ears from outside her confinement. Never mind the entire house locked up tight. Knowing no one would ever find her if anything happened to him.

The first time she had eventually panicked. The four year old thrashing around until she wore bruises in her wrist and ankles. Her wails and screams echoing up and down the dumbwaiters runway.

Enraged by the welts that developed on her wrists and ankles, from her frantic struggles. He had dragged her writhing little form down to the basement. Holding her little frame easily under one arm, while he revealed a punch key panel hidden in the wine cellar, under the main stairwell. A piece of the wall rotated out like a door on heavy metal hinges and he dragged her kicking and screaming all the way inside. The sound of the concrete slab door thudding behind her, closing out the rest of the world.

It had once been a bunker for the inhabitants of the house to hide in during a nuclear war. But now served as another type of hidden place.

Holding her by the back of the neck, he had introduced her terrified four year old mind to the bad little girl punishment room he had inherited from his father.

That reclusive wealthy male had spent his entire life researching how much a little girls body could be tortured and still survive. A great leather bound book on a lectern just inside the rooms entrance door contained detailed records of his experiments on hundreds of innocent little girls from around the world. Every one of which, were kidnapped, tortured, repeatedly raped and eventually freed far away from here.

The sight of horizontal racks, stocks, whipping posts, heavy wooden X frames leaning against the wall, iron shackles hanging from iron chains pincers and branding irons. All designed exclusively to be used on little girls’ bodies. Terrified her, even more than being confined to that wooden box of a dumbwaiter had.

Over in a corner, he showed her where a chain ran from a wall stanchion over an iron pulley affixed to the concrete ceiling and down to a rusty twenty-four inch square steel plate.

"There is no place to run." He informed the terrified little girl as he stood her in the corner. "Watch and learn were you will be confined if you do something that stupid again."

As Shelly stood there, knees knocking and teeth chattering. He unlocked the loose end of the chin and began pulling it down towards him. Raising the steel plate, up off the floor.

Tears streamed from the wretched little captives eyes as a rusty iron cage less than two feet wide was drawn up out of the dark hole. She could see it was built of one inch wide flat iron bars riveted together a very long time ago. The insides of the rivets were rusty spikes protruding inward all around the sides, top and even the bottom. Any one confined inside it would not be able to avoid being poked by all those spikes.

A round bar ran down one side from the sealing lid, holding in place the hinged bottom. One tug, pulling it free would allow the bottom of the cage to drop away. Plunging the one imprisoned inside down the hole to oblivion.. He reached over and pulled her right up to the side of the prisoner disposal cage. Unlatching the door and pulled it open. "If you ever harm yourself again, or attempt to runaway." He threatened.” Or are even stupid enough to tell anyone about how I treat you."

"I will track you down, drag you back here and seal you in his cage until I am sure you are almost dead from starvation. Then pull up the bar dropping your body down that shaft forever."

Too terrified to even think straight when shown where she might be left to die all alone. Little Shelly fell to her knees, eyes filled with tears, promising to be the most perfect little girl he could ever imagine.

Not knowing what to think when he picked her up, held her close. And promised to be the best daddy any little girl could ever want. She so far had mostly kept to her promise and so far he had mostly kept to his.

After he had subjected the orphaned little girl he had acquired to almost a full year of harsh training, that is.

That first Year

All the first year living with him, she had never left the wall compound surrounding his Victorian stone and brick mansion. A high wrought iron fence, with a sharp spiked upper edge, running from the outer wall and right up to the house, on either side. It prevented anyone from accessing the much larger back yard from the drive up from the main gates. Without going through the house, first.

When he had first brought her home Shelly had been, in his own words. "A willfully insolent miscreant little brat." Yelling and screaming at him when she did not get her own way. Trying to run off, or worse try to bite him when he attempted to control her by physically holding her tight. She sulked, cried, whimpered and lied to him about promising to be a good girl repeatedly.

Finally he gave up on the parenting books and tried a more direct approach. That was when she earned her fist flogging with a soft leather whip while hanging by her wrists from the chandelier in his bedroom. That only cured her until the stinging went away. Then she went right back to bad girl.

Another flogging followed by a reduction in food served at irregular times while she was locked up in the dark confines of an old trunk. Improved her attitude for most of the next month. By, the time snow fell outside Shelly was back to her old self. She had lost weight and her ribs were again showing.

By now he had run out of patience and dragged her back down to the punishment room.

Her struggling little body was shoved into an iron cage suspended in the air just inside the room by a chain hanging down from the ceiling.

When she finally combed down, stopped swearing and screaming at him to let her out. He calmly explained he had given up on her. This was going to be her permanent home from now on. As he was going to look for another little girl, to be his good girl.

He then left her alone in the room in the dark, until her belly growl continually, her mouth was dry and she had not even peed in quite a while. Her vision was blurry, her limbs wooden. She had lost all her feeling in her fingers and toes.

Then his voice was there right in front of her. "You’re still alive?” His voice startling her out of her stupor began with.

”Maybe it is a good thing for you; I have not found a replacement for you yet." He informed her. "Do you want to try harder to be my good girl, this time?"

"Yes." Shelly begged." What else could she say?

But he only fed her a little sugared water and then some broth. Lifting her out of the cage and carefully massaging her limbs as she lay on the bed of the horizontal rack. Again leaving her alone in the cage, in the dark, afterwards.

Next he fed her a thicker soup and allowed her a little bread and water. But she was still left alone in the punishment room hanging cage. The majority of the time.

Shelly had no idea how long she was in that iron prison. But after a few more feedings at irregular times, as if he had to remind himself to feed her. He again lifted her out and lay her thin little four and a half year old emancipated body on the bed of the rack. She was too weak from near starvation to even resist. Deciding to simply let him do whatever he wanted with her body and get it over with.

He leaned over her starveling frame as he worked liniment into her sore limbs as he massaged them. This time binding her wrists and ankles with the cuffs attached to the chains leading to the horizontal capstans both over her head and below her feet. Before leaving her alone she did not even protest as he fit her with a diaper.

This routine going on for a couple of more feedings. as the food he fed her became gradually more and more substantial. Sometimes he bound he face down and sometimes face up. But now he began applying tension to her limbs after feeding her.

"I have decided to amuse myself by arousing your femininity while it is undergoing a full stretching session the rack." He informed his helpless little captive. As he had not even spoken to her in quite a while, Shelly at first did not understand. Being too small and weak from lack of nourishment for too long, to resist if she did anyway.

Sexual awakening time

Shelly’s screams echoed in the underground punishment chamber. But concrete walls designed to keep its occupants safe from a nuclear fall out, kept them safely inside. Shelly was learning what countless helpless females had learned down the centuries. What being racked for a male’s pleasure felt like.

And he was learning how far he could stretch his little captive female without dislocating her joints or tearing her ligaments. They both found a full stretch was far too painful for her body to be driven to an orgasm. And even gradually easing off the tension was as painful as the original stretching getting her there.

His father had devoted entire chapters to racking. Even comparing the survival rates, of full racking, between different nationalities and previous lifestyles. Females who had spent their years before being kidnapped doing manual labor. Appeared to be able to undergo longer and harsher torture than pampered little daddy’s princesses. But nowhere in his great tomb was there any mention of driving a little girls body to forced orgasm while undergoing his tortures.

That was what he had decided to do with the body of this obviously untrainable little miscreant girl.

After her first few sessions had almost killed her. Even after bathing in a hot bath and applying soothing liniments to her limbs and joints. It took days for her to even be able to stand unaided after the first few times. He found just stretching her enough to lift her poor little underfed frame up off the bed of the rack. Just about right.

Now for the next step.

Shelly had stopped fighting him after the first few times as her body was too weak and her mind had simply given up on life. She had become to believe she was going to die down there from his tortures and her body dumped down that hole.

Her limbs numb from, what she believed was the beginning of another long pain filled session, Shelly’s head came up as she felt something touching her loins. It tingled as he bent over her from her right side. His left hand caressing her right bum cheek as his right guided something over her sex. Outer lips tingling as he bent close and gently blew on them. The vibrating item in his hand slipping upwards to caresses her bud.

A moan escaping her chapped lips brought his head up to view her wide eyed face. His torso moving upwards as his lips started kissing their way up over her empty stomach cavity on its way to her nipples. The device in his right hand kept the mini vibrator exploring her loins.

With stimulation inside her right up to her still intact hymen while his thumb rubbing her clourtis. Four and a half year old Shelly achieved her first of many orgasms under his ministrations. His mouth replacing the vibrator in and over her damp sex.

As a reward, for producing a little feminine lubrication for his tong. Shelly was presented with a half litre bottle of water and a croissant. Both fed to her as she lay, still spread out on the rack.

Afterwards, he began endlessly repeating his efforts to bring her to orgasm.

He tried stimulating her, while stretched out on the large vertical X frame. But as her quim, while bound, to it was not at an easily accessible position. He gave a try at pinioning her outstretched limbs to four cuffs attached by chains to four shackles fixed to the floor. Then looping a chin around her thin waist pulled the middle of her body upwards. The resulting position of his captive little females body delighted him. As he could now sit on a stool between her outstretched legs as easily lapped up the virgin juice he produced working her sex over with a vibrator.

But found she soon became unconscious and her body none responsive to his stimulation. As her heart weakened by near starvation. Could not pump enough blood through her brain to keep her conscious in this head down position.

So reluctantly he went back to the horizontal racking. But gave her a flogging with that soft leather flogger first. To show her he was not pleased.

Shelly had no idea how long that first session lasted. Or if it was just one of many sessions he subjected her too. Her mind buried under the pain and pleasure stimulation until it simply slipped into euphoria.

She finally came round to find herself back in the hanging cage. Her joints stiff and body sore all over as she realized he must have flogged her a couple of times with that soft leather whip before or after racking her. But this time a blanket had been set in first and a bagel and a quarter litre bottle of water was set inside with her. Her loins and her tips tingled so much she just had to touch them. It felt so good when one hand caressed her tips while the other caressed herself between her legs.

That is when bad girl Shelly discovered self pleasuring. A lesson good girl allowed bad girl to carry out every time he left her alone from then on. That she was still intact in there greatly surprised her.

The lights were set very dim, but not total blackness as before. Eventually a bored Shelly spotted lines of chalk marks on the bare concrete wall beside the horizontal rack.

There were quite a few horizontal lines with a number at the beginning and stars running horizontally away from it along the wall. The higher off the ground the numbered line was the more stars that were in the line.

As Shelly had not learned to count yet. She noted there were quite a few horizontal lines. But the last few contained far more stars than there were lines containing them.

Decisions over Shelly’s future time

The sound of the punishment rooms’ door opening woke his captive. She was slumped in her cage, but her head came up and her eyes showed her mind was again active. They had been glazed over for the majority of her last few sessions. So he had started flogging her a few strokes before hand to tenderize her flesh and maybe bring her out of her stupor.

But since her body had responded continuously to his ministrations and produced the virgin nectar he was after, anyway. It simply did not matter. If she never came around, her mindless body would spend its days down here producing it on the rack until she reached puberty.

What happened to this comatose girl after that? He would decide after it happened. He had not as of yet acquired another pretty little girl replacement to try again, anyway..

Finding her awake and responsive, he decided to give her one last chance to live her life above ground.

“You learn your lesson?” The one who controlled her life inquired of the one he had confined and tortured most of the winter months.

“Yes,sir.” Shelly replied. Her head was bowed while tears dripped from those big deep blue eyes.

“I have learned to hide bad girl from you to avoid the pain revealing it brings and how to pleasure myself without you.” She thought to herself. ”Two lessons I will apply from now on.”

“Then we can start you life upstairs again.” He informed Shelly as he unlocked her cage and lifted her thin little body out. She sobbed as she snuggled close to him as he carried her upstairs. It was a good thing he could not see the little smile on her face and the sparkling promise of devilry to come in her eyes.

Shelly was never racked again for punishment. Actually in the last few years had only occasionally earned a punishment flogging for poor grades.

Bad girl on the other hand had become addicted to his working her little body over with vibrators to repeated orgasms. As she lay stretched out on the rack after a full body whipping warm-up with a soft leather flogger. He never did figure that one out, but enjoyed doing it to her when she begged for it. Almost as much as bad girl did undergoing it.

The Punishment Throne

But the punishment throne was a totally different matter. Shelly knew it was his favorite little girl punishment method. He just set it up, and let her little helpless body punish itself as he watched.

Lifting her up by her slim waste, he put her back up against the tall rear of the throne like chair. From past punishment sessions, Shelly knew to spread her thin legs wide. Positioning them hanging over the padded arms from her knees down. Her body trembled as she tried to hold herself up off the chairs padded sitting area while he drew her wrists together and up towards the top of the high back. Moving to stand beside the chair, used a wide leather belt wrapped right around the back of the chair and across her waist, to hold her up. He next attached a pair of soft leather cuffs to each of her slim wrists. Then connecting them together with a short chromed chain looped around the wooden Fleur De Lese that capped the chairs back.

He then walked across the room, returning with a heavy tool bag from the closet, setting it down on the floor at the front of the chair. Reaching in withdrew three electrical cords with alligator clips on their ends. Shelly wincing as he attached one wire to each of her nipples. And the third to her love button.

Next he removed a square metal plate with the reproduction of a mastiff’s cock out of iron screwed into its top. Setting it right under her anal passage. Attached another lead out of the bag and onto the phallus. Finally unbuckling the belt from around her waist.

Then unzipping his fly, her owner moved up to one side of the punishment throne. Holding up his maleness while Shelly turned her head, opening her mouth wide and took as much of it into her well practiced mouth. Then began sucking on it’s knob while her tong flicked its tip. Shelly continued moving her head back and forth giving him head, until his sperm flooded her mouth.

Then, when she had temporarily satisfied his sexual needs. Returning his cock into his pants, without a word, walked out of the room, closing the door after him.

The arms of the chair were too far apart for Shelly to lift her legs back over them. She could hold herself up by her wrists and the muscles of her thighs for only so long. Eventually they began to tremble and finally allow her body to slip down the chairs back towards the metal phallus.

Her first scream as her anus touched the metal probe, completing the electrical circuit. Thereby allowing the car battery’s power coursed through her body. Shocking her quim, nipples and anal passage.

The male who controlled her life eventually returned to the room before Shelly’s voice box became too sore to keep screaming. Removing the electrical shock device then releasing her from the punishment throne. Thanking him for her early release with another blow job.

He would then carry her sweat streaked little body down the hall into that floors communal bathroom. Where a big old cast iron bathtub full of warm soapy water, awaited her body.

Being washed and dried off by him every night was always one of the things he did to her, she most delighted in. He seamed most interested in her developing body. If proceeded by a session in the punishment throne carefully applying soothing lotions to her tenderized nipples, femininity and sphincter.

"It pains me every time I have to discipline you." The man who ruled Shelly's life informed her as he dried her body.

"But little girls need to learn their place in our world" He continued. "In order to survive growing up in it"

"I always try my best." She softly replied.” But sometimes my bad girl thoughts override my good girl ones."

"That’s were I come in." He had informed her. "To remind you, with the application of pleasures or punishments. Which ones you have earned, and why"

After her nightly bath came feeding.

Shelly never knowing which format would be applied.

Sometimes the formal dining table would be set for two. Shelly being allowed to feed herself during a three or four course meal. As he instructed her in dining etiquette.

Or more often set for one. Where he fed her from his plate as she kneeled on the floor beside his chair.

Shelly never ever saw him or anyone else cooking the evening meals. Wondering if he brought them home precooked with him. Or they were delivered by a restaurant while she did her homework up in the Princess bedroom. As all the windows in the house were sealed tight and .the walls sound proofed. The arrival of a delivery would not be heard up there.

After feeding followed completion of homework time up in the princess bedroom. While he was sat next to her reading the newspaper. Ready to assist her with anything she did not understand

If anything required researching or explaining further. He would bring out his laptop computer. And they would go online, she sitting in his lap.

Considering his method of clandestinely acquiring a little girl, and what he had done and continued to do her. It was fascinating to Shelly hearing him complain about the proliferation of pornography on the various internets.

Next came a little TV time in the main living room, but by then most shows were adult classification. By ten she was yawning ready for bed. He picked her up, carried her upstairs and into the master bedroom.

Shelly slept nude in a very large wicker basket set in the corner of his bedroom. It was padded on the inside and she still had "Blankie". A soft pink eiderdown her little four year old body had been wrapped in. When they had found her, laying beside her dead from a drug overdose mother.

Those leather cuffs still hanging from the chandelier in the center of the room. A constant reminder of how swift it could become her punishment chamber.

A Long Year

All during that first year he owned her, after she was allowed back upstairs. From dawn to dusk, patiently teaching her both his rules and those the outside world expected her to live by. Personally instructing her preschool lessons in basic numbers and alphabet recognition along with proper toiletry skills.

He also continued his constant application of strict bondage, limiting her food intake and imposing frequent punishment sessions.

{Either over his knee for minor infractions or being flogged while hanging by her wrists in the punishment / bed room, for repeat or serious violations.}

Shelly gradually leaned to control her "Bad Girl Thoughts." as he called them.

{Actually, bad girl was always just under the surface of good girl. Held in check, only by the threat of punishments. Doled out when she came forth without his permission first.}

"She would have to earn his trust by the spring". He confided in her near the end of that first long pain filled winter she spent under his thumb. "Or her sleeping accommodation would be transferred back to the hanging cage in the punishment room, this time permanently."

Every night for the remainder of that first year, after she was eventually allowed to be upstairs, the majority of the time. At bed time he had locked a dog collar around her neck attached to a metal ring bolted to the floor by a chain.

Shelly finally appeared to be acclimatized to her new life as summer began. The little, now approaching five year old girls owner rewarding her by increasing her food supply to near normal amounts. But he had decided that a little hunger in her belly was a constant reminder to his miscreant female. How close Shelly was to being returned to the dungeon and left to starve to death in that iron cage suspended in the bottomless pit.

To Shelly's surprise and delight, he had a great big wooden play set built for her in the backyard. Complete with swings, teeter tauter, tree house, slides and rope climbing stuff. A one story inside, wooden miniature of the house was built in a far corner complete with functional bathroom complete with toilet and sink. The rest a dining, living room with tiny table, chairs ,miniature chandelier lighting and its own forced air heating and cooling system.

Her owner was as delighted by her new skills as she was. Learning to swing on a swing, climb a ladder and catching her safe and sound at the bottom of the slide. Riding a tricycle was pleasing to both. He promising her a two wheeler with guide wheels next.

But not everything changed.

Inside the house she still went nude with a dog collar locked in place around her neck. Attached to a long walking chain he never let go off. Unless he locked the end of it around some too heavy for her to move piece of furniture, or the pipes of the rooms heating radiators.

Shelly simply becoming used to his hands constantly exploring her little body while seated on his lap, standing still, or at his feet. As he patiently instructed his kept female, in how a little girl earns her way in the world. By pleasing the dominant male responsible for it being a relatively pleasant experience.

As long as she performs as she is expected to do, that is.

Five year old girls mouths cannot encompass a male adults entire shaft.. Shelly learning to kiss and lick his balls first. Then moving on up the shaft, licking it all the way up, as she progressed to the tip. Where she softly blew on it just before taking the tip inside her mouth.

She lying down unfettered on his bed as his tong explores and stimulates her feminine cleft. Soon becoming a favorite pastime for both participants. Her little girl body trembling with pleasure, unaccompanied by the pains of torture. That’s when the bad girl thoughts were allowed to come forth.

Still spanking her bottom if he felt she was not applying herself earnestly enough when learning either her classroom or man pleasing skills.

They had a long talk about her future one summer morning that first year. He must have been satisfied with her answers and degree of accepting her new life. As right after lunch, he dressed her in a new pretty dress, complete with underwear, pink socks and Barbie running shoes. Then for the fist time took her into the front lawn. Unlocking the great wrought iron gate at the end of the drive. Taking her little hand in his. Took her for a walk down the hill towards the rest of the world, for the very first time.

The next week, since she had managed to keep bad girl thoughts under control while he took her out in public. Taking her to the grade school and enrolling her in kindergarten. And even seemed genially interested in her day at school, especially her interaction with her teachers and fellow classmates.

Then came her first invitation to a fellow class mate’s birthday party that fall semester. This obviously unforeseen event appeared to really bother him. She promised to be on her best behavior as if she was still at school. Thinking he was worried she might let her bad girl thoughts out. His worries seemed mollified after that. But he insisted she wear a concealed turned on cell phone so he could listen to her every word. Just in case they slipped out.

They didn’t and she was allowed to attend others, similarly equipped. Her girlfriends all wishing they could be allowed a cell phone. Not knowing their voices were being broadcast by hers. He seemed fascinated by her fellow’s interest in boys, even at their tender ages.

On the second anniversary of her acquisition day, since neither one of him knew when her real birthday had been. She had her own six year old birthday party. She on her best behavior as he was right there to make sure her bad girl thoughts stayed inside. The backyard filled with her classmates and his business associates’ children. Shelly, on her most respectful demeanor, after he reminded her none of her guests where to find out about how he had acquired and trained her.

She was introduced to people named, Rogers, Buffet and Gates. Apparently her owners "Old Money" seeding those men’s companies, years ago. He, being the "Hathaway" in Berkshire Hathaway.

The adults presenting her with big fancy pieces of paper with strange names printed on them such as Berkshire Hathaway, Microsoft, Royal Dutch Shell, Rogers Communications, AT&T, Wal-Mart and First National among others. These pieces of paper and others very like them came every birthday from then on. After she thanked those presenting them to her, they were whisked off to "Safety Deposit Box", whatever that was.

On her tenth birthday last fall, Mr. Buffet calling her the youngest billionaire in the family just puzzled Shelly. But he did smile ever so sweetly when she kissed him on the cheek afterwards.

Her fellow classmates always gave her clothes or dolls. Symbolic, since Shelly considered herself his little doll he had acquired to play with and since she spent most of her life, inside his house nude. In the Princess bedroom, she filled the walk in closet with the clothes she would only wear maybe once.

Alternating, Good Girl Barbie dolls, with Bad Girl Brat dolls on the bookshelf. Was a little symbolism of her own he never ever caught on to.

Though he did once ask her once, why she never played with her dolls.

“I am one.” Her reply sort of made him smile.

And since she was not punished, for saying it. Then started to refer to her self as “His little doll.” But only under her breath or to herself.

Her Special Birthday Present

Every year, after everybody had left and the caterers had cleaned up. He would give her the birthday present she most looked forward too. They went down to the punishment chamber and she was allowed to let her bad girl thoughts run free.

A light flogging while hanging by her wrists followed by an all night session on the rack as he used vibrators on her little preteen body stretched out taught underneath him. Pleased both of them very much. Even though, she was stiff and sore for days afterwards. But the glow in her body from all those orgasms lasted even longer.