Phil's Site

The Pleasure Toy

Kayle's parents were in frenzy for a week cleaning the house until it was spotless. It was not until Wednesday that Kayle found out it was because Mr. Foster was to visit on Sunday. Kayle was told specifically to wear her new Gothic Lolita outfit without underwear.

Mr. Foster came over Sunday before noon and Mr. Koch took him into the den, locking the door behind them. Kayle wondered what they were talking about that was so secret. Once the meeting was over both the men seemed in a good mood. The Koch's served him the expensive wine Gary bought that week, and Alicia went out of her way to prepare her best home cooked meal. Kayle could sense something special was afoot. After lunch they adjourned to the living room where Mr. Foster was invited to sit in the easy chair while both Mr. and Mrs. Koch sat on the adjoining couch. Kayle stood in the middle of the room trying to make up her mind where she was going to sit.

"Kayle, come here please." Mr. Foster said and Kayle moved to the spot he indicated. "Please take off your clothes." Kayle knew there had to be a reason her father insisted on no underwear, but she still looked at him for approval. When he nodded his head she sat down on the carpet and removed her high-heeled boots then the knee length, black nylon stockings. She stood with nylons in hand and did not know what to do with them when her mother held out her hand for them. She took off the tight fitting vest and the frilly white silk blouse. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Foster looking appreciatively at her small, exposed breasts. Next came the button and zipper that held the skirt. Kayle was at a loss for a moment then stepped over to her mother to have the corset removed.

She moved back to stand completely naked in front of Mr. Foster, he said, "Stand here between my legs with your legs apart and face away from your father. "May I touch you?" She again looked to her father and again got a nod of approval. She took the position Mr. Foster wanted and answer, "Yes. sir.".

Mr. Foster placed one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the front. They traveled down her body in unison until the back hand stopped on her shoulder blades. The front hand glided smoothly over first one breast then the other. Her nipples perked up. "Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, I can tell."

The hands continued their journey down her body the back hand going down her spine, over the small of her back and on to her rump, while the front hand went across her stomach until it came to her pubic mound. The hand on her back rested on her buttocks.

"May I put my finger in your anus?"

She wished she could see her daddy for approval and wondered if that wasn't the reason to make her face away from him. She said, "Yes Sir."

Mr. Foster took a small tube out of his pocket and spread ointment on his middle finger. With the tube back in his pocket he moved his hand back to the valley between her buttocks. Feeling his fingers pressing against her anus she instinctively tightened her sphincter. He continued to press, and she was glad her father had insisted on her wearing the latex cock because it had taught her how to relax her anal muscles. His finger was not much bigger than the toy cock she wore every day and it slid in easily.

"Now I want you to rock back and forth on my finger. Make it go in and out in your anus, but not all the way out." Kayle never had to do that for her father and had to force herself to do it for Mr. Foster. She closed her eyes and slowly pumped her hips back and forth. She hoped her daddy did not think any less of her for doing it. It seemed so demeaning.

Adam's hand slid between her legs and his fingers slipped a little way into her sex. He petted it back and forth and she could feel her sex getting wet. She found it strangely exciting to be intimately touched by a near stranger. His fingers found her clitoris. His thumb and forefinger grasped the nodule, squeezed and rolled it as it stiffened and thickened. As he continued she felt herself go light headed and knew that it was not going to take much more before she climaxed.

She did, her toes curled and her breath shuddered through her whole body. Her hips moved back and forth involuntarily and she felt her anus riding his finger adding to her orgasm. She lost her balance and fell on Mr. Foster. He laughed and hugged her. When she regained her composure he helped her stand again, all the while his finger never strayed from her rectum.

"Will it bother you if I keep my finger in your anus?"

"No, Sir." She knew better then to object. She was, after all, a good masochist.

"Good. I have an important question to ask you. I already talked it over with your father and he said he would go along with whatever you decide. I was wondering if you would like to be a pleasure toy for Master and me this summer?"

"What exactly is a pleasure toy?" she asked.

"You know what a toy is, something to be played with, and you know what pleasure is so a pleasure toy is something to be played with for pleasure. As our pleasure toy you would be kept near naked and available for sexual play to Master and me."

All Kayle had to do was hear the mention of Master's name and her mind wandered to fantasy thoughts of him touching her as intimately as Mr. Foster had just done.

"We would teach you to give sexual pleasure to Master and me. There is one other thing, and, again, your father and mother says it is your decision. A virgin could not fulfill all the duties of a pleasure toy. Would you be averse to Master taking your virginity?"

That would be the absolute realization of her dreams, having intercourse with Master, having his penis deep in her vagina. Wouldn't that be the ultimate sacrifice for love? "No, Sir. I would love it if he did it."

"Then do you want to be our pleasure toy for the summer? Just like your father has instructed you that the sex you have at home is a game, so is this. If at any time you want to quit all you have to do is say the word." When Kayle did not answer immediately Mr. Foster added, "Your daddy thought it would be good training for you."

It was okay with her dad it and it meant having sex with Master. "I'll do it, sir."

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On the day after school let out for summer vacation Kayle dressed up in her black Gothic Lolita outfit. She fixed her hair in two pony tails just like the picture of the Japanese girl on the internet. She felt they had much in common. They both had dusky skin although Kayle's was more olive then yellow and they both had straight course black hair. It was even the same length. Finally, they were both dressed in Gothic Lolita.

Kayle was picked up in a chauffeur driven limousine with darkly tinted windows. She felt so grown up, going out on an adventure all by herself. Mr. Foster met her and asked her to follow him to his library and talk to him. In the room, he sat down in a leather-covered chair and had Kayle stand before him.

"I like your outfit. You are a very pretty girl."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I also hear you are a very smart girl. Your father said you were on the honor roll at school."

"Yes, Sir." In the last semester she dropped from the A honor roll to the B honor roll, but at least she was still on the honor roll.

"I just want to reiterate what I told you at your house and give you one last chance to back out if you feel it would be too much for you."

"Okay."

"You agreed to be our pleasure toy for the summer. You are here for our enjoyment, not yours, although I venture to say you will enjoy it too. You will be on the receiving end of much pleasure, but there may be pain too. We do not spank or whip you for punishment, but because it arouses us to do so. Being that you are a toy we can play with you in any way we want. We will tell you to do exactly what we want, and you will do it automatically, without thought. You are to us what a vibrating dildo is to a woman, simply a toy to satisfy our sexual desires. Do you still want to be our pleasure toy for the summer?" He knew he laid it on kind of thick, but he still had reservations about making an eleven-year-old into a pleasure toy. Would she be able to take it was the big question.

All Kayle had to do was think about being Master's toy. "Yes, I do."

"Hold on." He picked up the phone, pushed one button and when it was answered he said, "Em please come to the library," then hung up. He turned back to Kayle. "We have rules on how you will dress. We will get into that in a minute. The only thing I will tell you now is that inside you will wear a uniform of sorts. For our convenience the dresses you wear when you go out are easy to put on and take off and may reveal more than you are accustomed too. Any modesty issue is your problem, not ours."

"I don't think that will be a problem." She hoped not.

"I know you begged at home. You are not allowed to beg here. Also, your father punished you when he felt it necessary. You will not be physically punished here. Failure to cooperate to your best ability will result in you being sent home. I am not here to correct your faults."

"I understand."

"Em will tell you where to report when you are wanted. You are expected to immediately drop whatever you are doing and hurry to your new assignment. And finally, I don't like chatterboxes. There will be no chitchat. You will talk only when necessary and as briefly as possible. Is all this understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

There was a knock at the door and Em entered. Mr. Foster said to her, "Take Kayle to her room, have her undress and take a shower. I want her powdered, perfumed and dressed in the pleasure toy outfit. Take measurements so you can make up a skirt and top. You know what I expect. Then bring her to my office."

"Come child," Em said.

"How old are you?" Em asked once they were out of earshot of the library.

"Eleven, ma'am." Em shook her head not believing how young Mr. Foster was picking them, although, at least, this one didn't have the look of the hussy like the other ones.

Ever since Master turned fourteen Mr. Foster had gone to the big city's red light district. There, on one particular corner the young, sixteen to eighteen-year-old, prostitutes hung out. At first he had a hard time selling those whores on the idea of going with him and spending the summer at his house as a pleasure toy for Master and himself. The $50,000 he offered for ten weeks work did the trick. The word spread and last year he had the pick of the crop of whores that showed up. They had their drawbacks, snooty, snotty and uncooperative at times. Adam wished he could find someone who was not jaded by life and while he thought Kayle might be too young he found himself driven to pursue her.

He quickly learned that Gary was a shrewd businessman, one that he could respect. Gary would not accept money, not as cold cash anyway. Adam ended up agreeing to a full scholarship including a monthly stipend as long as she wanted to stay in college. Mr. Foster looked up the drop out rate for college students and based on that thought he had made a good deal, that is until he checked Kayle's school record and found out she maintained an A average and was team leader in the science club. He realized if she decided to get a PhD it could cost him a bundle, but he was confident the odds were still on his side.

Kayle's room was on the second floor in the original farmhouse. It was a small room only big enough for a twin bed, a dresser, and closet. She undressed and hung up her clothes. She followed Em down the hall to the bathroom. After she showered and dried, Em raised Kayle's arms and applied deodorant. Em sprinkled talc on Kayle then smoothed it into Kayle's skin. She wiped a drop of perfume behind each ear, between Kayle's widely spaced breasts and on the inner side of her thighs. "Remember how I did this because you'll be doing it yourself next time. You will take a shower every morning when you wake up. Mr. Foster is a fanatic about cleanliness, especially his pleasure toy." Em handed Kayle black, mesh nylons and a matching garter belt.

Kayle pulled up the nylon, but had trouble hooking the garter belt behind her waist. "Here, let me," Em said and hooked the garter ends together. Kayle heard an almost motherly touch to Em's voice. "Go in the closet and find a pair of shoes that fit."

There on the floor in the closet were all the same style shoes in different sizes. After several tried she found a pair that fit. They were open toe, had two inch stiletto heels and a strap that went around her ankles. As soon as she stood up in them she realized they were going to need some getting used to.

"Look at your self in the mirror," Em said. On the back of the closet door was a mirror. Kayle saw her reflection and never felt so grown up or sexy in all her life. "This is how you will dress everyday. There is a supply of both nylons and garter belts in the dresser. You will put a fresh set on every morning and change if you should happen to soil them during the day. Remember what I said about cleanliness."

"Yes, I will."

Before going back down stairs Em took a bunch of measurements of Kayle's body.

They went into the addition, and to his office. He rose from the chair behind the desk and Kayle saw he had taken off his clothes. She marveled at the size of his penis, which was still flaccid.

"Thanks, Em, that will be all for now. Bring lunch when it is ready."

When Em left, Mr. Foster said, "Kayle, you are beautiful. The outfit becomes you. It draws the eye right to you pretty pussy."

Kayle blushed. She didn't know what to say except, "Thank you, sir."

"I understand when you meet your father and he is naked you immediately drop to your knees and kiss his cock."

"That's right."

"You will do the same for Master and me."

Kayle took the four steps to be in front of him, dropped to her knees and took his cock in hand. She guided it to her mouth, let the head slide past her lips, and licked the glans. She let it slip back out of her mouth.

"Thank you, Kayle. That was very good. Now come and sit on my lap so I can play with you." When they were settled in the chair he guided her hand to his penis. "Just hold it; we don't want to get me too excited." He kissed her full on the lips and his hand cupped her breast. It was small enough to fit perfectly in the shallow cup of his hand. "Just relax. We are going to take it slow the first week." Still cupping her breast, he soothingly petted her back. She could feel her sex stirring to life.

After a few minutes he said, "That's a good girl. There is nothing to be uptight about. His hand slid from her breast to her legs. He gently pushed them apart and she showed no resistance. Adam petted the outer lips of her sex. Kayle felt lightheaded and dreamy.

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