The
furnishings were plush and frilly pastels, giving the room a completely
feminine look. Michael decided the
softness suited Alice, and he smiled to compliment her decorating efforts when
he heard her footsteps approaching from the hall.
The
words froze on his lips before he could speak, and then he smiled. Alice held a small serving tray with their
drinks and she had changed her outfit.
Her hair hung down in long braids, tied with satin bows that matched her
eyes. Her fluffy skirted short dress was
a mass of ruffles, ending at the top of her thighs. Michael watched as Alice turned her flat
shiny black shoes, and she twisted one ankle so that her foot balanced on the
toe. She bent over and her big blue eyes
widened. “Here’s your drink, daddy.”
Michael
saw the creamy flesh of her bare bottom and his fingers itched. Holy shit.
And to think I was going to settle for a half-assed blowjob from Amanda
tonight. He was startled, and trying to
figure out how to respond, and he reached for the glass and took a long
drink. Alice took hers, and then she
bent over to place the tray on the table.
She made sure her legs were slightly bent so that he could see her
little girl naked pussy between her spread thighs. Oh my god.
Alice
sat on his lap and she clinked glasses with him. He had not said a word and appeared to be
frozen, though his eyes were filled with lust.
Alice stroked a finger along his jaw line. She stared into his eyes and said softly,
“So, you see why it’s going to be difficult for me?”
Michael’s
throat was tight, and he knew damn well that she had to feel the erection
pressing into her bare bottom. “Actually,
Alice,” his voice was almost a croak, and he swigged some more scotch. “I think your boyfriend must be crazy to let
you go.”
Alice’s
face broke into a huge smile, and Michael was amazed that she could transform
into such a child. “He told me that lots
of guys had this fantasy. I thought
maybe he was just telling me that so I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious. I think most people might feel uncomfortable
with it, but I find it exciting.” Her
eyes flashed with seductive playfulness.
Michael
downed half his drink. “No, though I do
have to admit that this is new to me.
It’s something I never considered, but I can assure you, Alice, that I
find this whole scene extremely arousing.”
Alice
waited until his drink was almost gone, while sipping slowly on her
cocktail. She laid her glass on the
table and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Alice stared into his eyes and she pouted. “I’ve been a very, very naughty girl, daddy.”
Michael
leaned forward and brushed his lips against her pout. “And what do you think we should do about
that, Alice?” he whispered. His mind
twisted and blended the vision of the petite, sophisticated woman he had first
met, and the little girl enchantress sitting on his lap. Michael was enthralled with her and feeling
slightly ‘naughty’ himself for allowing her seduction. This game was exciting him. The proof was in his swollen cock and the
balls that were pulsing with anticipation.
No
matter what this version of Alice had in mind, Michael was confident her plans
would include fucking later. He was not
surprised that his handsome dark looks had caught her attention. Finding willing partners had never been a
problem for him, but Alice was different from any of the conquests he had made
in the past and his fingers trembled at the thought of exploring her tiny
figure.
Alice
surprised him again when she jumped up and squealed with delight. She folded over his lap and the ruffles of
her skirt bunched up, exposing her bare bottom.
Alice looked up over her shoulder at him, and she smiled. The strangest thing was that Alice really did
not mind this part of her game. She
liked watching the men practically salivate with desire for her… and knowing
that it was the last time she would see true pleasure on their faces. Even while Alice graduated the men through
the playground, every arousing moment for her playmates was tempered with pain.
Michael
stared at the small, rounded, pale globes facing him. He looked into her wide blue eyes, and then
let his hand came down with a resounding slap.
He caressed her bottom and was alarmed by the warmth of the red print. Michael thought he might have hurt her, until
she began to wiggle her ass and rub her pussy against his crotch. Oh shit.
She’s really turned on by this.
Michael
realized that he was really turned on as well.
He felt masterfully powerful over the diminutive woman, and his mind
wandered to some imaginary infraction he was punishing her for. Michael smacked her bottom again and he
received the same response, except this time he heard her gasp. After he rubbed her cheeks, he could not
resist pushing his fingers between her crevice and brushing her bare
pussy. Her lips were soft and slightly
swollen, and his fingers came away warm and wet. The scene was so arousing that Michael felt
his head begin to swim a bit. He could
never remember being so enflamed with anticipation that his thoughts had become
muddled.
After
the fifth slap, which Alice noted was off to the side of one cheek, she looked
up and saw that his eyes, although filled with almost a leering sexual passion,
were already becoming slightly disoriented.
Alice knew that she could never transport him downstairs if he passed
out here, so she stood and held out her hand, twisting her toe in her coy little
way. “Would you like to see my
playground?” she asked shyly.
“Very
much, Alice.” Michael stood, and ignored
the heaviness of his legs. He still
thought his unusual reaction was due to the girl’s arousing game.
By
the time they reached the basement, Alice noted his lop-sided grin. She switched on the light and his mouth
dropped open. Alice spun in a circle,
causing the ruffles on her dress to rise and display her bottom and pussy while
she twirled. “What do you think?”
Michael
gaped at the basement playground, resting on a carpet of green grass. There were stuffed animals and errant wagons
and scooters strewn against the walls, but it was the swings, gliders, and
other toys that caught his attention.
There
were strategically placed bolts and chains, and Michael could tell that the
brightly colored equipment in Alice’s playground had been altered for sexual
games. He had never seen an actual
bondage dungeon before, but he knew this was what was surrounding him… with all
the devices painted in glossy primary colors and designed from childhood
toys. His dwindling cock tried to stand
again. Man, she’s really into this
little girl scene. Naturally, Michael
assumed the erotic toys were something to bind Alice to.
“Come
see the doggie house first,” Alice coaxed in her best little girl voice,
tugging at his hand. Remaining in character,
she tried to skip a few steps, and then sighed in exasperation and straightened
up to lead him. The drug had hit him
fast and he was practically staggering, but his eyes continued to sweep around
the room. By the time he was in front of
the doghouse, his legs buckled and he fell to the ‘grass’.
“Oops,”
Alice giggled. She sat beside him with
her legs crossed, spreading herself and giving him an unobstructed view of her
little pink slit. “I think you had too
much to drink, daddy,” she scolded.
Michael
stared at her glistening pussy, and he looked up and he tried to focus his
blurred vision. Her cute little girl face
was changing back to the seductive woman, and he could barely feel her finger
as she reached out to stroke down his jaw.
His tongue felt thick and words were out of his grasp. The few times the thought ‘drugged’ floated
through his mind; it made no sense and he released the attempt to explore the
concept.
Alice
narrowed her gaze and she stared into his eyes, while her voice lowered to a
seductive threat. “Margie says that you’ve
been a very naughty boy, daddy… and she’s asked me to punish you.” There was a flash of fear in his dark eyes, and
then they closed.
Alice
ran her fingers through his dark wavy hair, and she sighed and set to
work. She stripped him, noting that his muscles
were somewhat soft while she struggled to turn and bend his body. The picture that Margie had provided her with
was from a few years ago, and a time when Michael still bothered to workout at
the gym instead of philandering through secret clubs with a string of
mistresses. Alice ran a finger down the
length of his cock, enjoying the warmth of his skin and noticing the drug had
made his shaft flaccid. She circled his
crown with her fingertip and he never quivered in response to her stroking.
Michael
was almost six feet tall, but height never deterred Alice. She had discovered long ago that no matter
how big ‘daddy’ was, controlling his cock and balls was all that she needed to
do. She had perfected a method that was
simple, and it kept her new playmate in just enough pain to never question her
authority.
Alice
rose and walked to her shiny red toy chest to get the restraints that she would
need. In the middle of the roomsat a
small white tea table with pink tulips painted onto the backs of the two chairs
and a larger motif in the center of the table.
Currently, the tulip painted on the table was obscured by a black
box. Alice picked it up and she brought
it back to where Michael lay sleeping.
She set it on the faux grass surface with her other toys.
The
box held the collar that Margie had chosen, with Michael’s name slipped into
the clear pocket just above a securing ring.
Alice closed her eyes and her tongue stroked her lips at the sound of
the metal clasp sliding together around his neck. She opened her eyes and wrapped her fingers
under the leather, tugging hard to make sure that it was locked.
The
heavy cuffs matched the black collar, and she wrapped two of them around his
wrists. Once again checking to make sure
they were secure, she scooted on her bottom towards his feet. The plastic grass felt deliciously naughty
against her red cheeks, and Alice considered the enthusiastic spanking she had
received upstairs. She returned her concentration
to the task at hand, and once the cuffs were locked onto his ankles, Alice
hooked a one-foot metal chain between them.
She added another chain between his wrists, and then she scrambled to
her feet to go back to her toy chest.
When
she returned, she flicked his limp penis with her fingers and gave a light
squeeze to his loose, sagging sack.
When
there was no response, Alice shrugged and she measured two metal rings against his
testicle pouch. It took some concentration
and pushing to slip his balls through the smaller one, and Alice considered how
wonderfully painful it would become when he was aroused. Sadistically, she tightened the adjustment on
the band further.