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The Pleasure Toy

It was decided that Kayle would lose her virginity the following Sunday. They were going to make a party of it and invite her mother and father, and her aunt and uncle to witness her coming of age. Kayle wasn't sure that she wanted an audience watching her lose her maidenhead, but Mr. Foster was so taken with the idea that Kayle didn't protest.

Sunday night came, Kayle's big night. Kayle's parents were there along with her aunt and uncle. The great room was lit with what Kayle figured to be a hundred candles. The grand piano was pushed off to the side and in its place was a full sized bed.

Two couches had been moved to face the dais. Everyone except Kayle and Master were sitting on the couches. Master was up on the dais with Kayle. Her wrists were tied together and already held above her head attached to the hook. Her ankles were tied to the eye bolts. She was naked except for a gag and blind fold. Master held the cat-o'-nine tail ready to take the first swing.

Not a word was said. The only sound was the swish of the whip and the thwack it made as it connected to Kayle's buttocks. Kayle twisted and turned trying to escape the pain, but at the same time thinking the pain wasn't as sharp as she expected it to be. At last Master stopped. The cable descended, her wrists were unhooked and the ankle ropes were freed from the eye bolts. He helped her to the bed and she was tied down just like her father used to do at home. Kayle made out the sound of people coming on to the dais. She felt fingers enter her sex.

"I think she is ready. What do you think?" Mr. Foster said.

Fingers again entered her sex. "Yes, she is quite aroused," she heard her father say.

"So we can proceed?"

"By all means," her daddy answered.

Her dreamy thoughts of sexual pleasure with Master were interspersed with the fear of... what if it doesn't fit? After all, she was only eleven and her pussy wasn't fully developed yet.

Master sat on the bed next to her. He pushed a stray lock of hair off her face. She would have said, "Thank you." if her mouth was not filled with a gag. He bent toward her and kissed her face, gently. He licked the shell of her ear and kissed the tip of her nose. Moving slowly down to her neck he kissed it and licked it while at the same time cupping her small breast in his hand then slowly, oh so slowly, gently rubbing first one then the other as his mouth and tongue made their way down the top of her chest. His mouth took the place of his hand on her breast. He sucked and bit each nipple. He continued kissing and licking his way across her stomach and across her pubic mound. He opened her legs wider as he sank his mouth on her sex. She felt wonderful.

Master climbed on top of her and all her fears of him not fitting flooded her mind. She felt his glans push up against her hymen. Knowing what was coming she curled her fists around that part of the sheet she could grab and got herself ready as best she could. Master held her by her hips. His penis slowly backed away from her hymen then came rushing back and smashed through it. She wailed into the gag as the pain filled her entire sex. Master did not move his cock, but whispered, "It's OK, the worst is over." She tried to smile, it was in and it fit. Slowly he started pumping in and out. He gained momentum as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her. Kayle adjusted her hips so his pubic mound struck directly over her clitoris. He came. She could feel it spurting inside her. By then her mind was swirling. She felt dizzy and disoriented.

Next she knew her mother was sitting next to her wiping the sweat off Kayle's brow saying soothing words that sounded far away. She felt herself being untied and someone with strong arms helped her to sit up. She looked between her legs and there was a large red blotch on the bed, blood, her blood. Her mother put Kayle's panties on her, slipping a feminine napkin in at the last second. Kayle giggled, it was the first time she ever wore one. Her mother handed her a soda and the cool liquid tasted good. Master was next to her, holding her up. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," Kayle answered. "Thank you for being my first."

"You scared the heck out of me. You're the first girl that ever passed out on me while having sex."

The two of them kissed. It was the sweetest kiss of her life even if her sex did hurt like the devil.

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Em woke Kayle the next morning. "Rise and shine. It is going to be a beautiful day. Did you enjoy last night."

"Oh Em, it was wonderful."

"Well quick like a bunny, brush your teeth and get down to the exercise room, Mr. Foster is waiting for you."

When she got to the room she saw that Mr. Foster was naked and she immediately stooped and kissed his penis. "That's a good girl," he said. She saw that for a man of his age he was quite fit. He had a regiment of exercises all laid out for her and after a half hour of exertion she was achy and sweaty. They got in the shower and washed each other down. Kayle found that Em had put duplicates of all her toiletries plus her "uniform" of a garter belt and net stockings in the bathroom next to the workout room. From there they went to the kitchen for a light, healthy breakfast. Then to Mr. Foster's home office. Kayle was startled to find out Mr. Foster worked in the nude. He liked to touch her while he worked. When he was on the phone he wanted her draped over the desk so he could push his finger into her anus. He kept a bowl of finger cots on the desk just for that reason. He could type on the computer with one hand while diddling her with the other. Sometimes he wanted her sitting in front of him, with her legs spread and playing with herself while he watched, and other times he wanted her under the desk in the kneehole sucking on and playing with his penis. She found he liked to spank her, not long or hard, but often, as he put it, just enough to redden her butt. She quickly learned that her buttocks got a lot of attention from him.

They stopped for lunch, a salad with one of Em's homemade brownies afterward, and then it was back to the office for the rest of the afternoon.

At supper both Mr. Foster and Master were dressed in suits. Kayle remained in her uniform of high heels, mesh nylons and six strap garter belt. The meal was, again, healthy. Kayle was warned twice to eat her veggies. At the end of supper Kayle was again rewarded with a brownie. She soon learned that diet pop and the brownies were the only treats she got in the house, no candy or snacks were allowed.

That was how her first week went. The days seldom varied. The nights varied only if Master was home early, but that was rare. Even when he was home, his sex with her was brief, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am style. He never wanted to sleep with her, instead sending her to her room after he was finished using her. She kept her hopes up that he would change. Mr. Foster, on the other hand, welcomed her to his bed to sleep cuddled the whole night through once they finished having sex with an extended foreplay.

The second week was the same as the first. She found she adapted well to the rhythm of the house to the point of waking just a few seconds before the alarm rang in Mr. Foster's bedroom, or if she was in her own bed, Em coming to wake her. It seemed every morning she questioned if she was doing the right thing. She knew girls her age don't just spend their summer vacation as pleasure toys. She found the pleasure toy a very apt description; she was used by the men for their pleasure and at their convenience. By afternoon her doubts went away as she was happy to be used for sex, it made her feel desired and grown up. She took pride in being the best pleasure toy that she could be and for an eleven-year-old she did a commendable job.

Em finished her dress. Kayle found it rather strange. There were no buttons or zippers. The dress went on her like a robe, crossing over the front of her body and held closed with a sash that was tied in back. Mr. Foster took her on sales calls, introducing her as, "This is Kayle. She is spending the summer with me." No further information was offered or asked for, as if they already knew what "spending the summer with me" meant. Ed always drove the limo and Kayle was required to sit on the jump seat facing Mr. Foster with her dress parted at the opening and her legs apart so he could see her pussy.

On Saturday Kayle caught a quick glimpse of Master's girlfriend. She was about his age and very pretty. She was busty and knew it, wearing a blouse that left a lot of chest exposed and a push up bra. It depressed Kayle seeing how Master and his girlfriend made such a good looking pair. Kayle didn't hold out much hope that he would dump the girl in favor of her.

Her parents visited on Sunday. Mr. Foster spoke highly of Kayle in her role as a pleasure toy. Mr. Koch was very pleased with his daughter, which, in turn, made Kayle very proud. As far as Gary was concerned it never hurt to have rich friends in high places, plus there was Kayle's education fund to consider. He was happy everything was going so smoothly.

Monday she found she had lost four pounds over the past two weeks which made her happy. Kayle examined herself in the mirror for any noticeable weight loss, but didn't see any changes. She hopes that maybe Master did and would find her more desirable; she could only hope. She wasn't sure, but she thought the mounds beneath her nipples were slightly bigger, but that may have been just her imagination brought on by wishing. The lips of her sex had steadily grown darker over the past year giving them a dusky cast. She wondered if they were any darker now that she was no longer a virgin, but saw no change in their appearance.

When they were in his office that morning Mr. Foster asked Kayle if she knew a girl named Sally Anole.

"She is in my class at school."

"Good, we are going to visit the Anoles on Thursday. I manage a sizeable investment account for him."

When Em helped Kayle dress on Thursday Kayle asked, "Why are you tying the sash in the front?"

"Because Mr. Foster wants it that way," Em answered. Kayle did not question it further. She noticed they did not appreciate her asking too many questions.

The three of them stood in the living room of the Anole's bungalow, Mr. Anole, Mr. Foster and Kayle. "This is Kayle." Mr. Foster said like usual, but instead of adding, "She is spending the summer with us," he pulled on the sash end and her dress fell open leaving a gap down the front. Kayle blush a bright pink. Before she could react in any way Mr. Foster took her dress all the way off. It was unexpected and she was stunned. They walked around her. Mr. Foster commented on her smooth, unblemished olive skin. When they were behind her Mr. Foster said, "This is her nicest feature," and he ran his hand over the curve of her butt. Back in front of her he added, "She is a little overweight, but we are working on that. Actually she is probably the best pleasure toy I ever had despite her lack of experience." That made Kayle feel proud.

"Let me call Sally and the girls can play while we discuss business." Kayle was petrified. How could she face Sally standing there naked?

"Sally!" he yelled out the door, "Come here a minute please." Kayle started to fidget wondering what to do. Mr. Foster put a hand on Kayle's shoulder and put pressure on it until Kayle settled down. A few minutes later Sally came through the door, looked startled when she saw Mr. Foster, and then she saw Kayle and looked happy that Kayle was as naked as Sally was. "Kayle, what a pleasant surprise." Sally was nine months older than Kayle and Kayle hoped she looked as good as Sally nine months hence. She was taller and thinner then Kayle and had the start of a bust line, while Kayle's were no more than a swelling of the flesh under her nipples.

"Why don't you two girls go to Sally's room while Adam and I discuss business," Mr. Anole said.

They went to Sally's room via the kitchen to grab a couple cans of diet soda. Kayle ended up telling Sally how she became a pleasure toy for Mr. Foster. Sally said, "We never had a name for it, but I guess you can say that I have been a pleasure toy for my dad for years now. I love it." Kayle was happy to find someone who shared the same life as she did. They sat and compared notes, giggling over some of the idiosyncrasies the men had. When Mr. Foster told her it was time to leave, she didn't want to, she was having fun.

In the back of the limo Mr. Foster said, "So you like Sally?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Yes, sir. We had fun together."

"I take it you won't mind if we visited them again, or if I invited them to my house?"

"I would love it."

The next week Sally came to play at Mr. Foster's house, not only did Sally play games with Kayle, but both girls were sexually played with by Mr. Foster. Kayle had to share Mr. Foster and she didn't quite know how she felt about it. She was definitely jealous when Mr. Foster diddled Sally while Kayle looked on, but then Kayle found a lot to be jealous about, Sally's thinner body and her emerging breasts topped the list, and also that Sally had a closer sexual relationship with her father then Kayle did.

The following week Kayle spent the day at the Anole's house. Having Mr. Anole touch her intimately reminded Kayle of the first time Mr. Foster touched her while she stood in front of him and her parents. It did feel funny, and not funny, ha, ha, for a near stranger to touch her anus, much less suck on his cock.

Whether it was just natural or because they shared the same sexual experiences the girls quickly bonded together as best friends. It was a new experience for Kayle; she never had a real close friend before.

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"Do you want to go to the forest today?" Mr. Foster asked Kayle. "It looks like it is going to be a hot one."

Kayle jumped up on his lap and gave him a kiss in reply. He only took her to the forest twice before, and she loved it. It was cool and smelled of pine. She loved pretending she was a wood nymph and even the animals sensed there was something different about her and let her get closer than normal. It was a national forest that backed up to Mr. Foster's property. Mr. Foster drove the Jeep in around back through a fire road. The area, far away from the public entrance, gave them complete privacy. She undressed, and then bent down to accept the butt plug.

Mr. Foster always felt sorry for Kayle when he inserted the butt plug. Its beet shaped top stretch her anus wide open as he slowly pushed it in. He always marveled that it could get so wide. It must have been very uncomfortable at the very least, and yet, she never complained. Those two-bit whores he used to hire won't even try it. That is what he appreciated about Kayle; she was willing to do anything he asked. As much as he felt sorry for Kayle he knew he wasn't about to stop using the butt plug, having her on the anal leash was the most arousing of all the things they did. His cock strained in its arousal when he saw the way the leash disappears into the valley of her buttocks.

Mr. Foster thought that he wasn't any better then his son. Every time Master used her she always ended up with a red butt from the whip. He felt sorry for her, but never said a word to his son about it.

Instead of the usual short anal leash he put her on a five yard reel leash that attached to her butt plug giving her the freedom to roam while keeping her within a safe distance.

She remembered the first time he inserted the butt plug, how her body fought it all the way and even after it was in the body tried to eject it. For the first couple of weeks she had to wear a harness that kept the plug in place. Finally the body begrudgingly accepted the plug and she no longer needed the harness although it was still a chore to have the bulbous end pushed up passed her sphincter muscles. Kayle didn't mind being on the leash when she saw how much Mr. Foster liked it. They took a walk every day in the back garden with her on the leash. Then one day he took her for a walk in the national forest, which was better still.

At the first deer trail she cut into the woods. He gave her plenty of slack knowing how the trail meandered down to a stream. The water was ice cold snow meld, but she waded in anyway, splashing away and chasing the fish. Knowing what to expect he brought a towel for when she got out. She stood on the bank and he dried her, and then kissed her buttocks. He spread the towel on the ground. "Come," he said, "lie down and let the sun warm you." After she did he laid down next to her. He sucked on her nipples that were stiff from the cold. "Are you happy being my pleasure toy?" he asked.

"Completely."

"I know Master must be a disappointment for you. I am sorry about that."

"I am getting over it. It was foolish of me to think he would want me as a girlfriend."

"Sometimes it absolutely amazes me how mature you are and at other times how childish."

She didn't expect to be called childish. "I'm sorry, do I disappoint you?"

"Not at all. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I mean that." He gave her the sweetest kiss. "Come on, let's explore before I get too sentimental." It was times like these that really made her stay with Mr. Foster enjoyable, like how he sometimes took her hand to guide her or when he hugged her and gave her a fatherly kiss on the top of her head.

Off they went, Kayle stretching out the leash until she found something that got her interest. She saw rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks. There were birds in the trees by the dozen. There was a fawn and doe that caught her interest for a while, but Mr. Foster's arrival scared them off. Off she went, sticking to the trail like she was told. She came to a small clearing and surprised two children, not that she wasn't surprised herself. They stood and stared at one another. Finally Kayle said, "Hi there."

"Where are your clothes?" the boy asked.

"I seldom wear any."

"What is that sticking out your butt?" the girl asked. By then Kayle wondered if they were twins although the girl was slightly taller.

"That is my leash." The two children stared in both shock and curiosity trying to make sense of a naked girl with a leash going into her butt. Their father arrived, he stopped short and stared. Mr. Foster came into the clearing. He broke the ice. "Hi," he said to the man, "My name is Adam Foster, and this is my pleasure toy, Kayle." Kayle stood tall and pushed her chest out, proud to be the pleasure toy of one of the richest men in town.

"Hi, I am Bob Alder and these are my twins Hillary and Dale."

She watched as the man looked her up and down, and then saw the bulge rising in his pants. "What," he asked, "is a pleasure toy?" This got Mr. Foster explaining. Both the father and children's mouths dropped open as Mr. Foster explained how he acquired an eleven-year-old pleasure toy. Mr. Foster asked them back to the house which the man accepted. They went to the Alder's car and he drove Mr. Foster and Kayle to their Jeep where Kayle put her clothes back on.

As Mr. Foster led the Alders to his home he asked Kayle, "Did you catch the pun of their names?"

"No."

"Hillary, or Hill. Hill and Dale."

"That's stupid."

"I heard of worse names for children."

"Why don't you take Hillary and Dale to your room, while Bob and I talk." Mr. Foster told Kayle when they got back to the house.

In her room Kayle undressed. The twins bombarded Kayle with questions about being a pleasure toy. She told them how much fun it was and how she idolized Mr. Foster. Kayle made no mention of Master. She told them how great it was to be naked almost all the time and be played with almost constantly. It took a lot of talking, but she finally got them to take off their clothes. Hillary had just started puberty, her nipples were just starting to enlarge and turn colors. Dale was still immature, his penis no more than an inch long and skinny.

"Did you ever give your brother a BJ?"

Hillary looked shocked. "No, never, he is my brother."

"Have you ever jagged off?"

"Of course not."

"What do you mean, 'of course not'? You have fingers and a clit, what more do you need?"

Hillary said, "I don't know what to do."

"Let me show you, lay down."

Hillary looked reluctant and lay down slowly. Kayle lay down next to her. She remembered what her father said and did so long ago. "Just relax; I am not going to hurt you. In fact you should love it." Kayle started with the nipples, sucking gently on ones while caressing the other with her hand. Then her hand slid down the girls body, over the stomach, down the front of the leg and up the inside of the thigh, passing lightly over the pussy lips, back up to the breast, giving it a squeeze then back down the body. She did this over and over until she was sure that Hillary was aroused. On the last pass instead of gliding over the pussy lips she let her finger slid into the slot. Kayle was glad to find Hillary was wet. While Kayle's fingers danced inside Hillary's box. Kayle started kissing down Hillary's body stopping to give a wet swish to Hillary's innie. Kayle continued to kiss down Hillary's stomach until she got to the mons. Kayle kissed and licked the top of the slit. Her hands went down and parted Hillary's legs and then brought them up at the knees. Hillary had a short, fat pussy. Kayle stuck her nose and mouth in there and continued kissing and licking. She found the vagina opening and sucked gently on it just like Mr. Foster did to her. From there it was a short move to the girl's clitoris. Kayle kissed it, licked it, and sucked hard on it. Hillary started writhing and moaning. Kayle started sucking harder and when she felt the tip of the clit between her teeth she bit down gently. No more was needed; Hillary was bucking and thrashing about.

Kayle came up for air, her face sticky with Hillary's love juices. "You like?"

"Oh my god. Does Mr. Foster do this to you?"

"Every day."

"No wonder you're a pleasure toy. I wish my daddy did this to me."

"It won't hurt to ask him," Kayle suggested.

"Now it's your turn," Kayle said to Dale. She saw the changes in his cock. It was sticking almost straight up, about three inches long and the diameter of a penny.

"My turn?"

"Taste your sister. Go on, stick your tongue in her pussy and lick it." He did it. "See, she doesn't taste so bad." Kayle turned to Hillary, "Now watch." She took Dale's cock into her mouth and started sucking while playing with his balls just the way Mr. Foster liked. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth. She licked his scrotum and then went back to sucking on his cock. His body started jerking around and Kayle had a hard time keeping hold of him. Dale sunk to the floor, his cock still pulsating. Kayle said to Hillary, "He is too young to ejaculate any semen, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy an orgasm. You two should be doing this to each other all the time."

They heard Mr. Foster calling them and they scrambled to put their clothes back on, all except for Kayle, who stayed naked.

It was two weeks before Kayle saw Hillary again. She and Mr. Alder came over one evening. Kayle stood next to Mr. Foster's chair like he liked her to do so he could pet her buttocks. Mr. Alder stood Hillary in front of Mr. Foster. "Undress," her father told her. Hillary blushed a deep red, but followed her daddy's command until she stood naked in front of Mr. Foster.

"Hillary wants to be my pleasure toy. As you can plainly see she is not very far along maturity wise and I thought her too young, but she insists. I said we will let you be the arbitrator. Is Hillary too young to be a pleasure toy?"

"A girl can have her first orgasm at eighteen-months-old. She is capable of taking a cock into her body at around seven, not all the way, but you won't rip her open either. So I would say yes, she is old enough to be a pleasure toy." That brought a big smile onto Hillary's face. "On the other hand, Hillary is a young delicate girl. I would, if I were you, take your pleasure with her, but treat her very gently. I have had several pleasure toys in my life and every one is different. I must say Kayle is the best I ever had. She loves my cock and I think if it were up to her she would keep it in her mouth like an all day sucker." That brought a broad smile to Kayle's face. "I can only wish you good luck with Hillary and hope she turns out as good as Kayle."

"I guess that solves that question, but that brings up another. Hillary insists on an anal leash just like Kayle. Where do I get one?"

"The butt plug you can buy at the sex shop at 25th and State. They come in different sizes and shapes. Kayle wears a Coxswain #3. I prefer it because it has a large bulbous end. It is harder to put in, but once in it stays better than the others. What you might want to do is buy several different sizes. You want it to fit tight without hurting. Whatever kind you buy make sure it has a D ring in the end. The leash you can buy at any pet store." He then explained about the training.

"Thanks for the advice. I won't take up any more of your time. I know you're a busy man." Bob said then turned to his daughter, "You can dress now."

"I would like to suggest, once Hillary is used to the anal leash that we take the two girls back to the forest where we met. I know Kayle loves going out there."

"Thanks," Mr. Alder said, "I would like that."

As Kayle and Mr. Foster waved good bye Kayle said, "I think you made Hillary a very happy girl."

"I am sure she will do well, wanting to do something is half the battle."

*******

Kayle's lungs were screaming for air, her legs ached and she was sweating, just like the first week at Mr. Foster's house. The big difference was the first week she felt like that after a half lap run around the back yard. It was five weeks later and she could do five laps. Mr. Foster added a lap a week. He ran in a sweat suit and Nikes, She ran wearing only Asics, but they were the most expensive shoes she ever wore.

"Let's go in. We need a shower." She had no argument with that.

Kayle could not believe it was five weeks since she came to Mr. Foster's. She admired herself in the mirror. She had lost another three pounds and her breasts were definitely bigger. Still no sign of any dark hair on her mons, but she was sure that couldn't be far off.

 

Edited by Brad

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