Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 14:23:21 -0700
From: BJ <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Emo Slave

I was driving home from work late one evening across the South side bridge
and onto Humboldt street. Suddenly this figure jumped out in the street.
Fortunately the brakes on my BMW are nothing short of excellent. The figure
in front of my lights was in ragged jeans and black sweatshirt with a
hood. I jumped out of the car.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What do you think you're doing?" I
screamed.

The figure turned to run but I was too mad. I grabbed the arm of the
sweatshirt and yanked it hard toward me. The hood dropped down and I saw it
was a young girl and a strange one at that. Her hair was combed over her
right eye. She wore heavy black eye liner and black lipstick. There was a
silver ring pierced in her lower lip, a silver stud pierced in her tongue
and some sort of rhinestone stud pierced in her right nostril. In my
excitement, I took her by the arms and shook her.

"I could have killed you! What the hell were you thinking?"

Tears began running down her cheeks. ""That's what I wanted! I want to
die!"

I yanked her over to the passengers door. "Get in the car Right NOW!"

I shoved her inside and we drove off.

"Are you taking me to the police?"

"I should take you to a mental hospital," I snapped. "We're going to my
apartment. I need something to drink to calm my nerves. Then we'll talk."

I took her arm and pulled her to the elevator of the parking garage. We got
off on the tenth floor, I unlocked the door, switched the lights on and
shoved her onto the sofa. "Sit your little ass down and don't you move!
Understand me?"

She did not make eye contact with me, she nodded her head yes.

"I'm going to have a straight brandy." I poured my drink and took a healthy
swallow.

"You don't look old enough to drink," I said. "I have soda if you want
some."

She shook her head no, still not making any eye contact with me. I pushed
the remote button and the window blinds opened. I stared at city lights
because they always seemed to have a calming effect on me. She looked up
and spoke softly. "It's a beautiful view."

"Yes. And don't think you're going to jump out the window. They don't
open."

I sat down in my chair across from her.

It was the first time I had a good clear look at her. Her hair was black,
very straight with streaks of red, blue and green. Her bangs swept over her
right eye. Despite all she did to hide her appearance, she was a very
beautiful girl. Her features were striking. With the right makeup she could
even be gorgeous.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'd like to go now." She replied.

"I'll take you home when I'm ready. But first you'll me why you want to
kill yourself. My God child! You can't be more than fifteen or sixteen. You
haven't even lived yet!"

She stared at the coffee table in front of her. "My mom was arrested again
for drugs eight months ago. I think she went to prison. I don't have any
father. Two months ago the landlord locked the doors on our apartment
because I couldn't pay rent. Except to sleep with him. I've been living on
the streets ever since. So, if you want to take me home just take me
downstairs and put me on the street."

I swallowed the last of my brandy. "You decided to run in front of my car
and end your miserable life?"

I poured myself another brandy. "If I were a kind and thoughtful woman. I
would be moved by you story. However, I am not a kind and thoughtful woman!
I live in the corporate world of business. Where you step on anyone and
everyone to get where you want. The kind and thoughtful idiots wind up on
the bottom of the heap! Where they whine and moan about how they never got
a break! In the real world you make your own breaks."

I sat down on the soft next to her, slamming my drink down on the coffee
table.

"Now, let's start over. What's your name and how old are you."

She swallowed before she spoke. "Chana."

I grabbed her arm. "Look at me when you speak! Am I that ugly to look at?"

She quickly shook her head no, looking up at me. It was the first time I
really saw her beautiful emerald eyes.

"Chana. My name is Chana. I'm fifteen."

"When was the last time you had a solid meal?"

She shook her head. "I eat mostly out of dumpsters."

I laughed, "you think that's bad? You should try the cafeteria in my office
building."

I thought maybe that would make her smile but she just sat there
expressionless.

"That was a joke," I added. "I guess its not that funny."

Unaccustomed as I was to cooking, I managed to make a tasty meal of shrimp
and pasta with some garlic bread for the two of us. Chana did not say
anything at dinner but she did eat every last drop of food and bread there
was.

"I cooked the meal. You clean up. All the dishes. All the pots and
pans. That's not an option."

"Yes, ma'am."

I sat down with a glass of wine and watched her move about the kitchen,
wiping the counters and piling the dishes into the sink to wash.

"You can stay her for the night," I said. "You'll take a bath and sleep on
the sofa. It makes into a bed."

She stopped and stared at me. "I don't need any charity."

"That's not an option! I'm not going through all the building security
measures just to take you downstairs and let you out on the street. You'll
leave in the morning when I do. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"As for your clothes. I have a washer and dryer in the hall. Use it!"

I came out of my bedroom some time later and saw Chana standing in front of
the washer and dryer. She had put all her clothes in the wash and was
standing there completely in the nude. She had a proportionally perfect
little body. Both her nipples were pierced as was her navel button. She
shaved her pubic area but there was a lot of stubble.

As for the tattoos. There was one on each arm. The right arm was of small
peacocks with all its feathers extended. The other arm was a parrot all in
green, red, yellow, and several other shades. On the small of her back was
a blue butterfly and red roses. On her right calf was a colorful red and
green leafed lily. On her left calf was a beautiful yellow, green and blue
Orchids.

The thought had crossed my mind to take her in the shower and make
passionate love to her all night long. But, I wasn't that drunk.

"What're you doing standing there like a little nymph?" I asked.

"I couldn't find any towels," she replied.

I grabbed her by the arm and led her into my bathroom.

That's when I noticed the scars on her wrists. I grabbed both her arms and
turned them up.

"What's these? Did you try to slash your wrists?"

She stared at the floor and slowly nodded her head.

"My God, girl! I should put you over my knee and spank your little ass
until some sense reaches that brain of yours!" I shoved her in the shower.

"There are the towels. There are only electric razors. There is the soap
and shampoo. Do you need me to wash you too?"

I was thinking it but I didn't mean to say it out loud.

She just stared at me through those big emerald eyes. "No, ma'am."

"Good then. I didn't intend to!" I left the bathroom door open just in
case.

I went down the hall and locked the door to my spare room. I didn't want
her to walk in there. I also hid all the knives in the kitchen. Later I
heard the shower stop. I slipped into an ultra sheer black nightgown with
nothing else on. I guess I wanted to see what her reaction would be to the
body of a 35 year old fully developed woman. I stood in front of the window
looking out over the city lights.

"I'm finished," she said in her soft voice. "I wiped the shower down. It's
all clean."

She stood there with the towel wrapped around her little body.

"It's nice to see you have some manners." I replied.

"You look...." She suddenly stopped.

"Yes? I look what? Finish the sentence."

"Oh, nothing. I, I was talking before thinking. I do that sometimes."

I turned to face her head on. "Don't try my patients. You won't like me
angry!"

She swallowed before speaking. "You just look so very beautiful. With your
hair down. Standing in front of the window. And that nightgown and all. I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry."

I smiled at her for the first time. "Well, you didn't. Now, it's almost
midnight. I have to be to work at 10. Which means I have to get up at 7 in
order to eat breakfast and get dressed."

"Yes, ma'am. I won't make a sound."

I came out the next morning, still in my black nightgown. Chana was busy in
the kitchen making pancakes. All she had on was her panties and bra. I did
smell the sweet aroma of that fresh brewed coffee. She looked at me and
quickly filled a cup and placed it on the counter in front of me.

"I don't know how to cook much," she said. "Eggs, pancakes and toast is
about all."

"Ahhhh! Yes toast. The most difficult of all the culinary arts." I paused
for a moment. "That was a joke." That was the first time I saw her smile.

"I haven't had pancakes in years. Let's see how they are."

They were like eating cake and the coffee was especially good. I thought to
myself what a pleasure it was having someone there in the morning.

The elevator stopped at the parking garage and we stepped off. "When we get
outside I'll let you out." I grabbed her by the arms. "Look at me!" I
handed her a hundred dollar bill wrapped in a piece of paper. "This will
keep you fed for awhile. My phone numbers are on the paper. My cell and my
office. If you ever think about suicide. Or you ever need help. You promise
to call me! Understand?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, ma'am."

"If you didn't. That would make me very angry. And you won't like me when
I'm angry!"

She smiled for the second time and tucked the money in her pocket. The rest
of the day I couldn't help but think about her running around the streets
alone. Then I began to think about my judgment. Was I wrong in letting her
go back to the streets? I should have taken her to a social worker or
someone like that. Damn what an idiot I was!

I drove home that evening, the same route I had the night before. Part of
me was hoping to see Chana somewhere on the street and take her home. The
other part of me was glad to be rid of all and any problems. I pulled into
my parking spot, locked the car and went to the elevator. Suddenly, Chana
step from the shadows.

"Damn! You scared the hell out of me," I snapped. "How did you get in here?
This is a secure parking garage."

"I followed a car in this morning. When they opened the gate." She replied.

"You've been here since this morning?"

She was staring at the ground, not making eye contact with me. "I don't
want to go back home on the streets. I want to be with someone. I want to
be with you."

"Didn't I tell you to look at me when you speak?"

She raised her head and I could see the tears running down her cheeks
again.

"Come here," I motioned with my hand. "Get your little butt in the
elevator!" I handed her some Kleenex from my purse then pushed the button
to my level.

Once inside, I pointed for her to sit on the sofa. "As soon as I pour a
glass of wine, we'll have a talk."

She quickly blurted out. "Please, let me stay."

"I'll do anything you want. I'll do all the cleaning. From top to
bottom. I'll do all the laundry. I'll learn to do the cooking. I'll work
for free. You won't have to pay me anything. Just let me stay here with
you."

I sat down next to her on the sofa. "As tempting as that may be, it's
illegal. You're 15. There are labor laws. Also by law you have to attend
school until you are 18."

"I haven't been to a school for eight or nine months." She replied.

"Oh, great. They're probably already looking for you."

"You gave me your numbers. You told me this morning to call you if I needed
help. Did you mean it? Because I need your help so bad"

I thought to myself, when was it I actually became stupid? Yesterday, maybe
last week when I bumped my head on the car door. Yes, that's it, I went
stupid then!

I was actually contemplating letting her live with me. I realized she was
not the one that should be in a nut house. It should be me! She kept her
head down staring at the floor.

"Do you think staying with me is going to be like a vacation in Disneyland?
Well do you?"

"No, ma'am."

"You bet your little ass it's not!"

I poured another glass of wine.

"If you stay with me, this is how it will be. You'll go to school very day
and you'll finish high school. There'll be no more suicide attempts. No
more cutting yourself. There are no free rides. You'll learn to cook and do
the cleaning for your free board and room. You'll stay away from any and
all men and boys. The last thing on earth you need is to get pregnant."

She smiled quickly flashed across her face.

"Do you find something amusing in all this?"

"No, ma'am. I don't really date boys. I like girls. I mean women."

My heart skipped a beat when she said that. "I think they call that
gay. Some still use the term lesbian. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She looked up at me. "Does that bother you?"

"OH, NO, sweetheart. I better show you."

I grabbed her by the arm and led her down the hall. I unlocked the door to
my private room, turned on the lights and shoved her inside. She just stood
there, her eyes and mouth wide open.

"This is my hidden room of secrete desires," I said. "I have stocks, wooden
horse, whipping horse, parrot stand, metal cage. All the whips and toys you
could ever want."

I spun her around so she was looking straight at me. "I am a Dom. A
Dominatrix. Do you know what that is?"

She didn't say a word, just nodded her head yes.

"Good. Now you know the truth. I am not average Mrs. Homemaker all sugar
sweet and nice. If you agree to stay with me. You belong to me! You will do
nothing without my permission! That's the only way it will work. Stay or
go!"

I walked back to the living room and poured myself another glass of wine
and turned on the television. A few moments later Chana slowly walked in.

"Well! Have you made up your mind?"

She nodded her head, still starring at the floor. "Yes, ma'am. I still want
to stay with you."

Part of me said this was the stupidest thing I ever did. The other of me
part was waiting to hear that answer. I was beginning to love that timid
little nymph.

"Have you ever lived with a Dom?"

"No, ma'am."

I laughed. "Then you're in for an experience of a lifetime. We'll start by
how you address me. From now on, Madam is the term you'll use to address
me. Understood?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Good. Remove all your clothes. Be quick about it! This is how you'll
remain in the apartment. Naked at all times."

I took another sip of wine as I watched her strip. "Get on your
knees. Place your hands behind your back. First there are some things we'll
need to work on."

I casually strolled back and forth in front of her.

"You are usually sad most all of the time and you don't smile very
often. You show no sighs of self worth or self confidence what so ever. You
avoid making eye contact. You're shy and like to hide most of your face
with your."

"Look at me!" I snapped. She quickly raised her head up.

"None of that will do any longer. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Madam."

I took hold of her chin and forced her head up even more. "This is not an
option! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Madam!"

I pured another glass of wine.

"No more staring at the floor when you talk to me. I'm the bitch that owns
you now! You'll keep your eyes on ME! You'll soon be able to anticipate
what I need and want just by my looks. Your body is mine. You will keep it
neat and clean for ME! You are beautiful. Remember that. You will present
that beauty to me with confidence. You are now the most precious thing that
Madam owns. Do you understand?"

As she knelt on the floor, I saw her little naked body trembled. "Yes,
Madam."

"I am piling all this on your right now. I want you to fully
understand. Stay or leave now! If you stay it will very hard!"

The tears formed in her eyes. "Yes, Madam. I want to stay." Then she began
to sob.

I wrapped her in my arms and held her as tightly as I could.

With that good cry out of the way, I took to her into my shower. I did what
I had wanted to do since the first time I saw her. I made her stand still
under the warm water, my hands gently explored ever inch of her perfect
little body. Her eyes were closed and her breathing picked up. I gently
pulled the silver rings that pierced through her petite nipples. She
responded to me with a groan.

Her legs trembled as my fingers explored her womanhood and the dainty
little pucker. Her pussy was extremely hot. I knelt down and slid my tongue
inside her so I could taste her juices. I pulled her nipples, her head
snapped back and she moaned loudly. I could tell she had never been with a
grown woman before. I was going to make her scream with pleasure like she
never had before.

Scream she did, her body bucked and shook before she dropped to her knees
in the shower. "I Love.....You....So much."

She said in between breaths.

I stroked her face then kissed her full on the lips, letting my tongue
explore her mouth.

She pulled back and whispered in my ear. "Let me make you feel better than
you ever have."

I laid back on the bed and let the little nymph work her magic. Her tongue
had that metal stud in it and it made my nipples so hard. Her fingers
gently pinched and pulled my hard nipples. It sent shivers all the way down
to my wet pussy. When that stud in her tongue found my clit, I grabbed the
bed with my hands and squealed. She drove me wild and she was enjoying
it. She kept sliding that stud over and over my clit until finally I had to
yank her head away.

I felt like a wet and rung out old towel. I laid back on the bed, half
awake and half asleep.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" She said in a soft voice.

"No. You can't. You haven't earned that right yet. You sleep in the living
room on the sofa bed. If I want you in my bed. I'll tell."

She hung her head down. "Yes, Madam."

"I'm too tired right now," I said. "But tomorrow I'm going to break you of
that habit of hanging your head down when you're talking to me!"

Her head came up, "I'm sorry, Madam. I won't do it again."

"I know you won't. I'm going to leave you a little reminder. Right across
that little round ass of yours!"

The next morning I called work and told them I would not be in. I took my
morning pleasure of rich coffee and watching Chana bounce her little naked
body around the kitchen. I called a friend who said she could set me up
with a private tutor for Chana. I snapped my finger at her.

"Follow me!" I led her down the hall to my private room.

"I told you last night I was going to give you a lasting reminder on your
butt."

She stood there in silence. I pointed.

"On that wall is all the whips and paddles. You go pick one out. Put it
between your teeth and bring it back to me."

She slowly went to the wall, I know she hoping to pick the one that would
hurt less than all the others. She picked the leather riding crop because
it was the smallest. She put it in her mouth and brought it over to me.

"Bend over that table. Put your hands down and grab those wooden rungs." I
tapped her cheeks gently several times before landing a hard strike. When I
did, she gave out a small yelp and her ass cheeks clenched tightly
together. I proceeded to do it six more times. "Stand up!" I ordered.

She quickly stood with her arms at her side.

"Every time you don't look at me. I'm going to bring you back here and add
two more whacks to the six I just gave you. Understand?"

She quickly fixed those beautiful emerald eyes on mine."Yes, Madam."

"OK, for today. We're going to town. We're going shopping for clothes for
you to wear. You're going to a beauty parlor. Your hair will be cut, washed
and styled.  It will have only one color. No reds or blues. Your finger
nails and your toe nails will be manicured. I don't mind the nostril stud
or the tongue stud. The ring in the lip has to go! We'll replace it with
another stud perhaps. "

"Yes, Madam."

Chana tried on several dresses. I picked three I liked then several tops
and four pairs of shoes. Not to mention a whole stack of under
garments. Chana's mouth dropped open when the clerk said it would be six
hundred dollars. Then we went to the beauty parlor. I did some more
shopping before I returned for Chana. My breath was taken away when I saw
her standing there. The new dress, shoes, hair, proper ear rings and
makeup. Chana looked like a model on her way to a fashion shoot.

As we walked down the street, Chana tugged my arm. "Madam. People are
staring at me? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Right now, you're the most beautiful thing on the street. That's why their
staring. How you look and act reflects on me. You just keep your eyes on
me. Don't worry about anyone else."

"Yes, Madam."

Monday I dropped her off at the tutors. "You get out at 4:00." I handed her
twenty dollars with an address. "You take a cab to my office building. It's
only a mile away. Don't let the cab drive you all over the city. It should
only take you 15 or 20 minutes. Understand?"

"Yes, Madam."

I told her that if I had a favorable report from the tutor after the first
week, I would take her out Friday night. Much to my surprise the tutor said
she was exceptionally keen on detail and very bright. With the right
tutoring she could get her high school diploma by 17. Friday when we got
home, I made her take a bath then report to me on her knees in the living
room.

"I spoke with your tutor today. She says you are exceptional. You can only
achieve that if you have self worth and self esteem. You are an exceptional
young woman. Say it!"

"I am an exceptional young woman."

"You speak too softly. Keep your eyes on me. Now, say it again!"

This time she took a deep breath and held her head up. "I am an exceptional
young woman!"

"As I promised I'll take you out tonight. You'll wear the white evening
dress and the white leather open toe shoes. Nothing else! No bra. No
underwear."

I showed her how to apply the right amount of burgundy and fuchsia to bring
out her green eyes. Then I used a darker shade of red lipstick and finished
with a brown eyeliner and black mascara. I finished by fastening a white
leather collar around her neck. She looked so beautiful I wanted to take
her right there.

We stepped out of the cab in front of the club. She tugged my arm.

"Quit tugging my arm," I snapped. "You're not a little girl trying to get
moms attention. Address me as Madam!"

"Yes, Madam. I mean Madam?"

"What is it?"

"I'm only 15. They won't let me any clubs."

"This is a private club and you won't be drinking anything."

"Yes, Madam."

"That collar you're wearing tells everyone you belong to me. Always stand
on my right. About a foot away. And keep your eyes on me."

"Yes, Madam."

We walked to a table in the back where three women were sitting.

"Well, Andrea! Who is that gorgeous thing you have with you?"

I politely smiled. "Her name is Chana."

"Chana, a very unusual name. I love it."

I saw Chana's eyes dart to the woman then quickly back to me.

"Madam?"

"What now?"

"That woman in the red gown has been staring at me all the time."

"She fancies you, Chana. If you haven't figured out by now. This is a
lesbian club. All the women in here are looking for other women. Do you
have any other inane questions?"

"What's inane mean?"

"Listen, Chana. You are here to be seen. You are my property to be
displayed. You wear my collar around your neck. You keep your eyes on
me. If you need refreshing, I'll be glad take you to that corner
table. Pull your dress up and spank your little ass. Is that what you
want?"

"No, Madam."

I think she was a bit intimidated by a club full of grown women. The whole
evening she stayed very close to me and never took her eyes off me for a
moment.

By the time we got home, I was a bit light headed from the wine.

"Chana!"

"Yes, Madam?"

"I want you to give me a bath. Then I want you to make wild passionate love
to me before I go to sleep."

I saw a smile flash across her face. "Yes, Madam."

When I woke the next morning, Chana's left leg and left arm were draped
over me. Her head lay on my breasts. I thought about punishing her for
sleeping uninvited in my bed but I let it go. I stared down at her naked
body with all her colorful tattoos. I thought, what would have happened to
this beautiful girl if I hadn't brought her home that night. I shook her.

"Chana! I don't smell any coffee brewing."

That Saturday Chana did all the cleaning and washing just as she had
said. I laid around most of the day, drinking coffee, watching television
and snacking. Whenever I wanted a pick-me-up, I made Chana display herself
in front of me. I made her recite, "I am a beautiful nymph. Made especially
for your pleasure. I will please Madam anyway I can."

It was probably a little bit too much, but I enjoyed it.

Saturday evening, my friend Helen from the 8th floor was having a little
party. "I have been asked to attend a party at a friends this evening. It's
a party with lots of drinks and dirty women. Which you won't be
attending. I'll be in apartment 811 if you need to reach me in an
emergency. Otherwise, don't bother me. You are free to do what you like
this evening."

"Yes, Madam."

To say I made a total ass of myself, would have been an under statement. I
got completely smashed at the party. Helen and Tamra had to bring me
upstairs to my apartment. I was not really awake to witness what went on. I
only heard about it later from Helen. I do remember getting sick in the
bathroom and Chana holding my hair. From there on everything was
blank. Apparently Chana got very upset, telling Helen she was the only one
that could touch me. She told them she would take care of me and she
insisted they leave.

The next day, when I got back to some semblance of order, I called Chana to
my bedroom.

She knelt down on the floor, her arms behind her back and starring up at
me. "Yes, Madam?"

"I have to talk about the other night. Unfortunately it should never have
happened. But it did. It will never happen again. That I promise. Sometimes
women do foolish things. I was fortunate you were there for me. I'm going
to try to make it up to you."

I saw tears running down her cheeks. "So, next Saturday will be your
day. You can pick anything you want to do and we will do it. Without
alcohol of course. I am yours for Saturday. Whatever you want. Why are your
crying, child?"

"Because I love you so much."

"Come here," she stood and stepped toward me. I rubbed the tears from her
cheeks.

"You are no longer sad all the time. You smile a lot of the time now. You
have self confidence and self worth. You are a unique woman and you always
will be. And I love you very much." I could not stop the water works. She
threw her arms around me a sobbed like a baby. "When you have let it all
out. Think about what you want to do Saturday."

The week passed quickly it was already Friday evening. I sat at the counter
looking over her grades for the two tests she had taken that day. Both were
A's. I laid the tests down on the counter. "I'm impressed."

She smiled, "thank you, Madam."

"Tomorrow is Saturday. You haven't told me what you want to do yet."

Chana spun around in the chair like a silly school girl. Which of course
she was.

"I want it to be just you and me. Nobody else. Only us."

I smiled, "and what are we going to do. Stare at each other all day?"

"No," she smiled back. "I want you to take me in the private room and show
me what all those things are used for."

"Sometimes you're a naughty little nymph. You know that?"

A big smile came across the face, she rolled her beautiful green eyes back
in her head.

"There are so many interesting things in there," she said. "We could spend
all day in there. Then for dinner. I want to make a shrimp scampi with
pasta and garlic bread for you."

My eyes lit up. "You know how to cook that?"

"Yes, Madam. They have a cooking class at school. It's one hour each
day. The last thing I want to do. Is make love to you and fall asleep in
your arms."

"I have been a bad influence on you. You really are a naughty, naughty
little nymph."

Saturday morning came and I finished the lite breakfast she
prepared. "Clean up the kitchen. Then we'll go to the private room." Her
emerald eyes sparkled with her laughter. "Yes, Madam."

Later, I led her down the hall to my private room.

"This table you can bend over either forwards or backwards. Your ankles are
held by straps on the legs. Your arms are brought back and strapped to the
opposite legs. I prefer bending you backwards. It leaves your front
completely open to me. These straps go around your thighs to hold your legs
tightly in place. This long strap goes just under your chest to hold you
tightly down on the bench. The last straps hold your arms and hands from
moving around."

I used my fingernail to trace an outline around her pussy, then up her
smooth firm belly, around her breasts and nipples. Goose bumps formed on
her body as I traced her naked skin. "The beauty of this is you can
experience total vulnerability. You are now completely helpless. I may do
what I wish with you."

I bent over and kissed her on the lips then pinched her cheeks together.

"Never! I mean Never, Ever let anyone else tie you up unless I'm in the
room. Understand me?"

"Yes, Madam."

"I'm going to introduce you to the vibrators." I pulled the first one from
the drawer. "This one is for your little butt. It is specially made to hold
in place."

I lubed it up and gently worked it past her little sphincter. "The next one
has a dual purpose. The dildo part fits up you vagina. The smaller one
rests against your clitoris."

I didn't need a lubrication, her pussy was already wet enough.

"We just bring this strap around to hold it in place. Now I switch them on
and we see how long before your orgasm arrives. What I like about these are
when your orgasm arrives. They still keep vibrating and vibrating. You
can't stop them. They will continue giving you orgasms until I turn them
off."

I took a spool of cord from the drawer.

"Open your mouth." I measured a length from her teeth to her nipples. I
tied a loop around each nipple ring, pulled it tight and made her bite down
on it. "Hold that cord tight in your mouth. Don't you dare let it go!"

Her tightly pulled nipples were just perfect for flicking with my
fingernail.

Suddenly her body arched and her chest puffed out and she yelped through
her teeth still holding the cord. Her first orgasm had arrived. Her legs
quivered a bit and her hips rocked up and down. The vibrator relentlessly
thumped against her clit. Suddenly, she let the cord drop as a half dozen
small yelps came from her mouth.

I pulled the cord up tight again. "Open your mouth! Every time you drop
it. I'm going to leave the vibrators in you for another hour."

The vibrators were humming away. I slowly strolled around the table,
playing with her. I loved the way the light touch of my fingernails always
gave her goose bumps. I bent down gently stroking her young face and
kissing her lips. It was not very long before she screamed with another
orgasm. This time she held the cord between her teeth. I enjoyed watching
her head toss back. In doing so, the cord she was holding pulled her
nipples even tighter.

Her juices were dripping on the table and down her inner thighs. I pressed
the vibrator tighter against her clit and she bucked and tossed her head. I
did it a few times just to watch her pull up on her own nipples. I stood at
the head of the table, looking down on her face. I gently ran my
fingernails through her hair and around her ears. "You beautiful beautiful
thing," I whispered. "You need to give me another orgasm before I let you
up."

I was amazed how well she obeyed me. Her hips began to roll and suddenly
she screamed again, yanking her nipples even tighter. I played with her
nipples as she finished the last few quivers and shakes of her orgasm.

"Release the cord."

Her chest was still heaving up and down as she caught her breath.

I released her from the table and she fell into my arms. "What shall we try
next?"

"Please, Madam," she gasped between breaths. "I can't take anymore."

"Chana. We just started. There's the spreader bars. The stocks. The
strap-on."

She looked up at me, "please?"

I laughed and kissed her again on the lips. "I said it was your day. You
can have what ever you want."

Suddenly the phone rang. "Leave it," I said. "Whoever it is can leave a
message. Today is just for you and me. Nobody else."

She smiled, giving me a big hug.

"Yes, Andrea. This is Shannon Miller. I was at the club the other
night. You were there with your beautiful daughter. I would like to meet
with you if I could. Please call me 658-8934. That's my cell. Thank you."

Chana eyes lit up and she had a big grin on her face.

"You think that's funny? They think you're my daughter?"

I led her into my bathroom. "I'm still looking forward to that excellent
dinner," I said, watching her step into the shower. I knew we didn't have
any shrimp or garlic bread in the apartment. I was waiting to see what she
would say. She looked very timid as she stepped out of the shower.

"Madam?"

I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed. "Yes."

"About the dinner. I forgot to buy anything."

"I see. You promised me something you couldn't deliver."

She knelt down in front of me. "I'm so sorry, Madam. Can we go to a store
and get what I need. Can't we?"

I held her face in my hands. "I don't think you feel like cooking for me
right now, baby. Wouldn't you rather go out to eat?"

She gave me another big smile and nodded her head. I pinched her cute
little nose.

"I thought so. I don't know how much luck we'll have finding a restaurant
without reservations on Saturday night."

All dressed up and no place to go was certainly fitting for us. We wound up
eating a fast food restaurant. Our fancy dinner consisted of hamburgers,
fries and milkshakes. I wasn't all that impressed, but Chana loved it.

Chana held true to her last wish of the day. We went home, I showered and
she made passionate love to me. Her little hands were like machines,
exploring all over my body. Pinching, prodding and probing. She knew what
that stud on her tongue did to me. She was getting extremely skillful at
using it to stimulate my clit. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around me
and fell asleep. I pulled her warm body close to me. I could hear her
little heart beating. I thought, if anything happens to her I'll just die.

The next Monday a little after 4:00, Chana arrived at my office.

"Chana," I said. "This is Shannon Miller. She left the message on our
machine."

Chana smiled politely at her. Chana remembered her as the woman starring at
her that night at the club.

"Shannon wants to put you in her modeling agency."

Chana had that blank expression on her face. I don't think she really knew
what that was.

Shannon smiled at her. "Primarily it's facial modeling. You have such
diminutive features. Everything is so proportional. A natural beauty, very
pleasant to look at. You would be perfect for perfume, jewelry, shampoo,
and of course makeup."

Chana smiled, "I have a tattoo on my neck."

Shannon laughed, "that's not a problem, sweetheart. Computer editing of the
photos will take anything away. Even the tattoos on your arms. We only
leave what the advertiser want to see."

Chana looked over at me for approval.

I smiled at her. "You better take it. I'm not that rich. You're going to
need the money to go to collage."

"Yes, Madam."

Shannon shook her head. "I've never seen a mother have so much control over
her teenage daughter. Are you sure she's 15?"

Chana quickly answered. "Yes, ma'am."

I became Chana's agent and I saw to it that her money was well invested.
There were a couple of pharmaceutical companies we invested in that made
her a millionaire a few time over. The rest is only history now.

Chana never attempted to contact any of her real family. She always
considered me her family and mother. I never tried to adopt her because I
was always afraid they might find a reason to take her from me. Chana was
completely happy with me, for which I was eternally grateful. At collage,
she became friends with the daughter of a famous film director and the two
of them fell in love. I imagine she sleeps with her arms around her now.

Chana started her own modeling agency with clients worldwide. She has homes
or apartments in New York, England, France and Italy just to name a
few. England is too wet and damp for me. The South of France is not bad,
but Chana's home in Italy is my favorite. I spend most of my time there
with this beautiful Italian woman I met. We spend lovely starlit evenings
on the balcony overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Always in the nude, of
course.....

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