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The Erotic Halloween Ball

Kayle was elated at the attention she was getting from her family. She looked forward to her Dads arrival from work each day, anticipating new and exciting adventures. She wasn't surprised when he announced one day;

"We are going out Saturday night so don't make any plans."

"Where are we going, Daddy?" she asked.

"You'll see."

"What should I wear?"

"Your mother will dress you."

"Daddy, that is not fair. Tell me something."

"OK, if you must know, it is your coming out party."

"Daddy," Kayle said pleadingly.

"That is all you're going to get out of me."

For the rest of the week Kayle worried and wondered about what was going to happen Saturday. Her father had never been so secretive. She had heard of coming out parties, but she was not gay, and that was usually what 'coming out' inferred.

Saturday afternoon Alicia and Kayle went to the beauty shop for perms and Brazilian waxing. It was Kayles first waxing. She was proud of her pubic hair and sorry to see it go. After supper her mother hustled Kayle up to her room with a new dress over her arm. Her mother ordered, "Put this on." Alicia said, handing Kayle the dress. It made no sense to Kayle. When she got the perm she just knew they were going someplace fancy. But this dress was an unshapely bag that zipped up the front from the hem by her knees to a high sided collar. Then she was told to put on her high heels which did not go at all with the dress.

"What is this all about, Mom?"

"Exactly what your father said. Now go downstairs and wait while I get dressed."

She went down and sat in the family room. Her father soon joined her wearing his best suit, white shirt and tie. A few minutes later her mother came down wearing an exact copy of the dress Kayle was wearing. Kayle had absolutely no idea what was going on. Every time she asked all she got a "You'll see." in response. It was frustrating.

It became even more mysterious to Kayle as they drove out of town, up a hill and turned into the Foster estate. Kayle did not even know daddy knew Mr. Foster. He was the richest man in town and daddy certainly did not hobnob with the rich. Not that Kayle knew about, anyway. They parked in front. Before they mounted the stairs her daddy took a plastic shopping bag out of the trunk. She was ready to ask what was in the bag, but was sure the answer would be, "You'll see." Her daddy used the door knocker, a servant answered, and directed them to the sunroom.

"OK Ladies, take off your dresses." Kayle thought that weird, but if there was one thing she learned in her new life it was obedience. They were both naked except for their high heels. From the bag her daddy pulled out a leash attached to a leather collar. He put the collar around Kayle's neck. That was something new for her. He took three masks out of the bag, handed a cute kitten face mask complete with whiskers to Kayle, a lamb face mask to Alicia and he donned a tiger face mask. "Follow me." he said, as if Kayle had a choice. Her father led them back to the main entry hall then turned toward an alcove.

"Good evening, Sir."

"Ah, young Master Foster. How are you tonight?" Her daddy raised his mask for the young man to see.

"Mr. Koch, I am glad you can make our annual erotic Halloween ball. And who is this young delectable kitten you have on a leash?"

"This is my daughter Kayle, and you know my wife Alicia."

"Yes, of course, as beautiful as ever even as a little lamb." He gave Alicia a kiss on the back of her hand. "But tell me more about the young one."

Kayle looked at him through the holes in the mask. She thought Master was even more handsome then his pictures in the local newspaper. The Fosters were as close to celebrity as it got in their town. She knew from the last news report that he had been accepted at Yale for the coming school term. She followed his every newsworthy move. Kayle knew he was a four letter man at the local high school, baseball captain, football quarterback, letters in swimming and track as well and a few summers ago he won a cup in an equestrian event. In her school he was every girl's heartthrob, especially Kayle's. He was always at the center of her fantasies. She loved petting her clitoris and pretending it was him doing it.

"She looks so young. How old is she?" Master Foster asked.

"She is eleven."

"Wow that is young. Her first erotic ball?"

"Yes, she has been training since she was ten. I thought her ready to make her debut."

Master slid the back of his finger over Kayle's nipple and she shuddered with delight.

"Care to see her backside?" Gary asked.

"Please."

"Turn around for the man," Gary instructed Kayle. She did as he said.

"Perfecto. May I?" Kayle wondered, may I what?

"Be my guest." her father answered.

Master's hand slid across her buttock then gave it a gentle squeeze. Her knees became watery and she prayed she would not tremble.

"You can turn around, and thank Master for touching you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"The pleasure was all mine."

She watched his eyes travel down her body. She felt good about her breasts, they had grown in the last six months and were still small, but nice and perky. Did he like her vulva, she wondered, lately it had taken on a dark cast on the outer lips. She did wish that her legs weren't so heavy.

"What's her training status?" Master Foster asked.

"Elementary," her father answered.

"What is her sexual status?"

"Virgin."

"What has her training been so far?"

"She is spanked, for punishment. She is diddled both anally and sexually when she deserves it. She is kept naked during the day when she is at home and tied down to the bed at night. She is also a fairly decent cock sucker."

"Has she ever tasted the whip?"

"I think she is still kind of young for that."

"A nice soft cat-o‘-nine tail works well on young ass. They even get to like it over a spanking. What else has she been taught?"

"Oh, she is good at begging." Gary turned to Kayle. "Down, girl, show Master Foster how well you can beg." Kayle got down with her knees touching her elbows. "Turn, Honey and show Master Foster your pretty cunny."

It was difficult to turn in a circle with her elbows pressed against her knees, but she did it as graceful as she could. Kayle had never before been shown off like that and she found it strangely exhilarating.

"See how bulbous her little cunt is? Just like her mother." It was the first time she ever heard her father use that expression for her sex. She felt the fingers slide over her nether lips and she knew they were not her father's fingers, then they pushed inside and as hard as she tried not to make a sound, a whimper escaped her lips. Next she felt hands on her buttocks and knew those to be her father's hands, parting her, opening her. "Notice how nicely puckered her anus is."

"I like her nice full butt. I tell you, it is perfect for whipping. I can already see it welted. Well, got to run."

"You're not staying for the fun?"

"Not tonight, I have another party I have been invited to."

Master Foster gave Kayle a kiss on the head at the same time cupping her small titty. At that instant she knew she was in love with him.

They parted company and Kayle looked back. He is so handsome, she thought. The thought that she stood naked and leashed in front of him gave her goose bumps. She had caught the smile that played on his face as he looked at her.

They entered the great room and Kayle was taken back. It was filled with masked people and half of them were naked. Most of the naked ones were women, but there were some men too. Up on a dais next to a grand piano a woman was tied to a pulley from the ceiling and was being methodically whipped with a cat-o-nine tails. Kayle was mesmerized, she was sure that was exactly what Master Foster was talking about. She wondered what it would feel like. Would it really be better than a spanking?

Mr. Foster came over to greet them. "Good to see you two again. Welcome to my erotic Halloween party. What is this, your third year?"

"Fourth, actually," Gary answered.

"I am honored you can make it, but a bit concerned that you brought your child along. I hardly think this is a fitting place for her." He had seen pictures of young girls just entering puberty on the Internet, but they did not at all compare with seeing one in the flesh. He found her fascinating.

Gary explained her masochistic training and making the ball her coming out party.

"Even so. I don't want to be held accountable if something should go wrong. She can stay, but not participate."

"Thanks, that is all we ask."

"Danny!" Mr. Foster shouted.

A young man walked over and Kayle almost laughed. He was wearing a bunnyface mask with bunny ears on top of his head and had a pink ribbon tied in a bow around his cock.

"Take our young visitor over by the fireplace and make sure she stays there. She is your responsibility, don't let her out of your sight and make sure nothing befalls her." Mr. Foster took the leash from Gary and handed it to Danny. "Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Sir, I'll guard her with my life," came a voice from behind the mask.

Danny led her to the fire place which was on the far side of the room, sat her down on a cushion next to it and tied her leash to an andiron. "Stay here," he said. "Watch and learn. Someday you'll be out there with them. Mind your manners and sit right." She knew what he meant. She sat on the cushion with her legs crossed in front of her so that anyone looking at her could see her pussy.

"Would Missy like a Coke?"

"Yes please." she answered.

He went a few steps away to a small refrigerator and brought back her can of pop with a straw sticking out of it. "First time here?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh don't call me sir. I am a slave just like you. I have been brought here every year for the last five years. It is fun, especially when you participate."

Kayle did watch. She saw the person whipping and whipped changed regularly on the dais. She watched the masters and mistresses have sex with the slaves. As the night wore on the people who came dressed were taking off their clothes. There was a lot of oral sex and anal sex. She saw her own mother have intercourse with different men and her father have sex with different slaves.

People drifted by, looked at her. Some made comments among themselves that she could not hear, but she was certain they talked about her. A few called Danny over and he had a few words with them and then he returned.

"What did they want?" she always asked.

"They just wanted to know who you were," Danny answered.

Danny kept her supplied with Cokes and when she had to pee he took her on the leash to the washroom and went inside with her. "Are you going to stand there and watch me?" Kayle asked.

"You heard the man, he said not to let you out of my sight," Danny replied.

Since she had no choice she peed while he watched. She was sure her face was three shades of red and was happy the mask hid it.

"Don't you worry about me watching, you're the wrong sex for me, " Danny said.

"Are you gay?"

"Yes. Think of it this way, honey. The two of us may be different on the outside, but we are the same on the inside. We both like men."

Even with all that was going on in front of her she fell asleep leaning against the cold stone of the fireplace. When her parents woke her in the morning all she could see was a sea of naked, sleeping people. They thanked Danny for watching her and Mr. Foster for letting her stay.

She just could not believe how good life was getting and could trace it back all the way to the day she sneaked into the attic. Her friends at school were numbering less and less, not only because she rushed home from school every day to get naked, but also because they seemed increasingly childish to her. Oh, oh, they were afraid of the changes happening to their bodies. They talked of sex and boys as if it was evil. Kayle was proud of her body. Happy to feel the tingling that grew in her sex when her daddy diddled her. She could swear she could feel the blood draining from her brain down to her clit and her sex suddenly becoming the most important part of her body. She may have an immature body that was still growing, but it was far enough along to give her daddy an erection. It thrilled her to watch him grow just because she came naked into the room.

Kayle enjoyed the structured life she lived. She loved being daddy's slave. She watched her mother's devotion to her daddy's cock and emulated her. Just like her mother, Kayle bowed before her daddy and kissed his cock every time he entered the room naked. She loved orgasms and would do anything to encourage her daddy to give her one. Sex was fun.

The only thing that did not make sense to her was her daddy's speech about playing the part. Playing was make-believe and what she was doing was not make-believe, it was the real thing.

Her grades were slipping at school and it was all Master Foster's fault. Ever since he asked her father if he whipped her then suggested using a soft cat-o-nine tails on her she found herself daydreaming of what it would be like. She had watched intently at the whipping that went on the dais at the Foster mansion. The flagellants were whipped slowly and deliberately. Above their hands where they could reach were stirrup like hand holds for the person to hang on to so they did not dangle from their wrists and the rope that went to the floor from their ankle cuffs had slack in it unlike how she was tied in bed. She realized it was all done so the person could twist and turn to try and escape the pain of the blow. Kayle could easily imagine herself up there with Master Foster whipping her. She could get herself wet just thinking about it.

Adam Foster could not get Kayle off his mind. Several times at the party he had stared at her without her knowledge. He remembered every detail. She had very dark brown, almost black, hair. Her skin was the smoky gypsy color of her ancestors. Her breasts were past the budding stage, but still small and slope sided. Her stomach had a slight bulge that curved gently into her pubis. The slit of her sex rose up like a darkly painted line dividing the bulge of the dark nether lips. Her legs were on the heavy side. He could not understand why he was so attracted to her; surely she was much too young. He went out of his way to see her walking home from school just to know what the face under the mask looked like.

By complete chance that spring he met her in the food court at the local shopping mall. "You were at my Halloween party. Do you remember me?"

"You're Master's Daddy."

"Do you have a few minutes? Would you like an ice cream cone? They sat in the food court and he asked if she had enjoyed the erotic ball. They talked about that for a while and he was pleased that she had enjoyed herself.

Mr. Foster wondered if Kayle could be his summer pleasure toy. He knew Gary might not be too agreeable to Kayle being a pleasure toy, but he had learned long ago that all people were available, one way or another. They all had their price; it was just a matter of finding out what it was. What would her father's price be to sell her for the summer? Mr. Foster was definitely going to find out.

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