The day was insanely clear. The sky was a light blue, small puffs of clouds powdered the horizon. The wind swept up the autumn leaves in an array of brightly colored floating patterns. The large country home smoked from it's tall brick building. A clean black pick-up was the only occupant of the large yard besides a wooden swing hanging from the vast oak. Even the forest surrounding it all seemed at peace.
Damien walked though the hall and into his new pet's room. He carefully scampered over to her bed, being wary of the sleeping woman-child. Grasping her sleeping body, he lifted her into her arms as he sat in the black suede recliner a few feet away.
Chloe stirred. Stretching like a newborn kitten, snuggling closer to Damien's taut chest before looking up into his eyes. Blue met green. Chloe whimpered and pulled against the cuffs on her wrists. It was becoming quite natural for her to be placed in them when her Master was not supervising her.
Damien laughed, it always amused him enough with the look on her face to remove the, in her eyes, unlawful objects.
"Now, Now, baby. You know why this has to be done. I have something for you to do today so I am going to unlock your cuffs and I expect you to be dressed in ten minutes. If you are not, Master will be pleased to do it for you", Damien stated with a slight twist of laughter in the latter of his words.
"Yes, sir." Chloe's naked body slipped off his lap and onto the floor, sitting on her knees, legs spread, eyes down, and wrists out; a position required by her master.
Damien looked down at his little wanton slut. Her bare little pussy soaked every time he looked at her this way. He took his time to unlock the cuffs, pulling her wrists forward until she fell onto her elbows, tight ass in the air.
"Oomph," Chloe scurried to get back into position before she could get in trouble, only to get told not to move. She remained on the floor, tits pressed against the purple plush rug and her ass in the air. Chloe watched Damien rise and glide over to gaze at her exposed rear and sopping pussy, before ordering her to stand.
Damien unclipped her cuffs and spun her around to face the closet.
"Ten minutes, little girl", he spoke rapidly and almost growled. In the back of his mind, he hoped she would disobey because he was already planning plotting her punishment.
As he left the room, Chloe turned the wide assortment of clothing in front of her. She drew her dainty pale fingers over the fabrics; velvet, satin, lace, everything ever so chic, and yet, ever so revealing. Every outfit look like it landed just below her shapely ass cheeks. The low cut necklines looked better suited for porn-stars, not her. On the other side of the large closet were clothes that looked as if they were meant for a young girl; frilly, sun dressed, nightshirts, babyish skirts, all in pastel colors. She stumbled to the dresser, hoping for something decent. All she found were young girl panties, a few thongs, socks, and sweat pants.
Chloe angered and kicked the draw shut loudly. He ten minutes were up and she knew Damien would be in on time. The door creaked and Chloe looked up, fear glistening in her eyes.
"Not dressed yet? Let's see what we can do about this." Damien grabbed Chloe by her brown hair, dragging her to the bed. He threw her tiny body on the bed, instructing her to remain still. He went to a dark purple toy chest across her room and rummaged through it. He pulled out vibrating object that inserts into leather panties, a butt plug, and a strange restraint set.
Chloe looked at him over her shoulder, her bottom lip jutting out and tears forming behind her crystal green eyes.
Damien stood at the foot of the bed; before tying her up he placed the leather panties around her knees then he grabbed the closest ankle and applied a cuff, attaching it to special clips on the bedposts. He continued with the other foot, and then moved swiftly over to her wrists. Chloe pushed herself up, about to plead her case before getting smacked across the mouth with Damien's hand. Chloe cried out while Damien took her wrist and did the same with the other until she was immovable on her tummy, now vulnerable to more than just Damien's gaze.
Damien grabbed a wedge pillow, putting the highest part right where her hips and butt bend so she was high enough to his liking. With her legs spread wide, this also kept her pussy and ass open for his use. Damien rubbed a large hand over her back, moving caringly down to her bottom, and lingering on her clit. He rolled one finger around the little bud, circling it and feeling her wetness raining down on his hand. He listened to her moan for a while before abruptly pulling away. She whimpered and bucked her hips.
"No, you were naughty. You don't get anything unless I tell you. Don't move and do not speak, little girl." Damien added to that with a hard, sharp crack across her alabaster rear-end, slightly hitting her puckered hole sue to her cheeks being spread. He laughed as she gasped and cried out, and then continued smacking her ass cheeks until they were bright red and his pet was crying.
Damien pulled her cheeks fully apart, stretching more than necessary, hurting her and making her just as wet. He ran a finger over her asshole, pressing in with no lube just to the first knuckle, then back out. He opened the draw in the bedside table and took out the Vaseline. He opened the lid of the Jar and applied a small amount to her hole. He fingered the tight little opening once again, this time sinking to the last knuckle.
"Oh, NO! Please, master! Please don't!" Chloe screamed and wiggled as much as she could. Chloe screamed against the pressure of the little invaded. The finger felt wrong, yet it fit perfectly.
