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 room sat 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.
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