Chapter 5

My poor ... lover? slave? spent a very uncomfortable night. I cuffed her wrists to the headboard and added a spreader between her knees. I attached rope between that bar and a ring at the bottom of her bed. Now that I knew what to look for, I saw that she'd outfitted her apartment with all kinds of unobtrusive, yet convenient, places where she could be bound.

I spent time rubbing her pussy (through the panties I still hadn't allowed her to remove), running my fingers over the sticky, sopping cloth, and pulling on her sore nipples. I loved the sticky, salty taste of her skin, as I licked and sucked each nipple. Each time I closed my teeth over a sore bud, her body tensed and she moaned with real pain. Each time she did that, my own pussy tingled and throbbed with sexual need. Hurting my lover was turning me on, but I was too horny to be upset by that.

I woke several times during the night, and each time I made sure to tease and bring Tara near to orgasm, but ultimately deny her. When we got up the next morning, I stood there and watched her pee. She blushed all sorts of shades of red. I made her kneel in front of me while I peed, releasing my dark urine into the bowl with her face not too far from my spread legs. I took leather straps and put them around her upper arms (tightening the straps until her elbows touched), her upper forearms, her wrists, then around her ankles and thighs, keeping her in a kneeling position. I shut the door, and took a shower, while Tara suffered in the hot, humid bathroom.

I washed myself, but decided not to use soap on my pussy. Once I finished, I dried off, and allowed her to wash her head and feet. I didn't put on any deodorant, and didn't allow her to either. She was quite ripe between her legs, but that was fine. I was looking forward to eating her bald cunt.

I released her, and had her cook breakfast, then went into the bedroom and dressed myself, while she knelt on the floor. I dressed in a mini skirt and a tight top. It was attention getting, for sure, but I didn't look like a total slut until I added the new high heels on my bare feet. I looked hot. I made Tara turn around, then laid out her new clothing. I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw what she'd be wearing today!

Once I finished laying out her outfit, I let her turn around.

"Put on only what you see there," I ordered, then sat down to watch.

Tara walked over and slowly picked up what I'd laid out, then looked at me with a completely disbelieving expression on her face.

"Oh, Mistress ... please ... I'll ... I'll look..."

"About twelve, yes," I replied with a big smile. "And while we're out today, you'll act like my twelve year old niece, because if anyone asks, that's who I'll introduce you as."

She turned a deep, deep red and her hands actually trembled. Tara was quite sensitive about her looks, as I think I've mentioned. She's beautiful, for sure, but with the right clothes and makeup, she would have no problem roaming the halls of a junior high school and fitting right in. Well, until you spoke to her, of course. Her attitude would give her real age away, but she was going to start working on that as well. I wished I had some appropriate makeup, but then I thought of the store in the mall. We were going there anyway to get Tara a bunch more outfits, and I remembered seeing a makeup table there.

"Give me your panties," I said, as she stood there staring at the clothes, apparently unable to believe I'd do this to her. She reached for the pair on the bed, but I cut her off. "Not those. You're wearing those. Give me the ones you have on."

The panties that Tara handed me were quite wet and very, very fragrant. She'd been wearing them for days, and they'd absorbed her sweat and natural lube until they were completely saturated. She turned away quickly, trying to hide her bald pussy from me. Her hairless cunt was still a source of embarrassment for her.

"Stop," I ordered. "Turn towards me. Hands behind your head, and open your legs. Wider."

She continued to blush a deep red as I stood there taking in her body. It didn't take much imagination on my part to think of her as a pre-teen. She was so short and slim, somehow still retaining at twenty that coltish body type that young girls often have. Her cunt was swollen and puffy, glazed with her oils, and I wished I could get on my knees and suck it, listening to her cum over and over. The unshaved areas under each arm were starting to grow in. It looked like she would end up with small patches of deep red hair. Yummi. I decided, however, to stick with my plan since I was certain the rewards would be greater.

"Now get dressed," I ordered, sitting down in a chair to enjoy the show.

Tara was at a loss as to what to put on first. Anything she chose would be an admission that her body looked like a young girl's, and that admission really embarrassed her.

She finally started with the panties, a pair of low-rise Hello Kitty panties that were pink and white with that famous logo on them. They were slightly too small for her, so they'd be tight and skimpy. Next were the white knee socks. They were thin, but not see-through, and she rolled them on. They were perfect, coming just up to her knees.

Next she chose the skirt -- surprising me since I would have thought she'd want to put on the top. Then I realized that her nipples were probably really sore from yesterday, and the longer she could go topless the better. The skirt was black and white plaid, rode low on her hips, but barely reached mid thigh. Once she put it on, all I could think of was getting my head under it to suck her sloppy cunt. She really did look good enough to eat.

Tara finally reached for the top and put it on. It was a bright pink tank top, with crossing straps in the back made of very thin cotton. The bottom covered her ribs, but left a large area of her flat belly on display. I wondered what she would look like with a pierced belly button. The top fit quite well and did little to hide the huge bumps of her nipples. It might not have been so obscene if her nipples hadn't been so hard, but they were like two rocks under there and very hard to miss. With how young she looked, it made her appear like she was just getting breast buds.

Soon it was time to head out to the mall. Tara was mortified by the thought of being seen like this in public. I could see however, that despite the intense embarrassment, she was excited by being displayed like this.

"Now remember," I said once we'd arrived. "You're my niece who's just turned twelve. Try and act like it."

I'd made her leave her normal purse at home, giving her girlie one that I'd gotten yesterday. It was small and wouldn't hold much, which was fine because the only thing in it was a little money and her cell phone. She had no identification on her, nothing to prove she was anything other than what I said she was. It was intoxicating to have that much power over Tara.

Naturally, she smelled strongly of sex and sweat. I mean, it wasn't like you could smell her unless you were standing pretty close, but she was definitely far more fragrant then any self-respecting pre-teen would allow herself to get. I loved her scent -- it made my own pussy throb.

Naturally, we went right to the store where Amanda worked. Since it was a Saturday, it was quite crowded in there. Practically everywhere I looked, there were girls, some very young indeed, dressed to flash their little jail-bait bodies. Tara fit right in. We browsed for a few minutes, then I leaned over to speak to her.

"You look younger than most of the girls in here," I whispered. Her scent was so strong, I wanted to lick her body clean. "How does that make you feel? A twenty year old who looks like a pre-teen?'

Tara said nothing, but blushed a deep red.

"Plus," I continued to whisper, "you smell like a fucking slut. Like a preteen slut who needs her cunny licked."

"Oh god," she whispered, her hands actually starting to tremble. If her nipples had been obvious before, they were really were now.

"I want you to pick out the most revealing, slutty clothes you can find and bring them to me," I said.

I couldn't wait until she found out I was going to make her model them for me, right here in the store. The dressing rooms at the back of the store had a lot of people around them, and I was sure that being forced to display her body for all those people would be torture for Tara.

There were other chairs scattered about the store as well. Places where girls could sit and chat while deciding on what to buy. It was a well thought out design, a place that encouraged people to stay and spend more money rather than just coming to get what they needed and moving on. I picked a chair where I could sit and watch Tara.

My heart beat increased as I spotted Amanda walking over to Tara. I'd seen Amanda when Tara and I walked in, and had given her a quick nod in greeting. She'd been with a customer, but gave me a big smile, which got even bigger when she saw Tara. My eyes narrowed as I watched Tara put her head down and shake it in a no when Amanda leaned close to ask her something. Amanda looked over at me, clearly wanting to know how I felt about the whole thing.

I smiled as I stood up and walked over to the two of them. Amanda was looking damned good today, especially with the tight, corset-like top she was wearing. Knee high boots above which rose patterned thigh highs. An ultra mini skirt that might as well have been a belt completed the picture.

"Hi Amanda," I said, loving the look of surprise in Tara's face. "This is my niece, Tara. You remember, we talked about her the other day?"

"Oh yes," smiled Amanda, holding out her hand to Tara. "You're twelve, right?"

Tara blushed so hard, every exposed surface on her body turned red. She nodded, however, and shook Amanda's hand.

"Amanda, could you give us just a few seconds?" I asked. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst. This was going to be the first real test for Tara and me. Would she follow my orders? Amanda nodded and stepped away.

"Listen up, Tara," I said in a low whisper, holding both of her shoulders in my hands. "You're going to ask Amanda to help you. You will tell her to find you the sluttiest clothes they have. If she wants to touch you, you let her. In fact, you should encourage her to. Be a little shy, but if she tells you to get on your knees and eat her cunt right here in the store, you'd better do it. Do not let her know you aren't twelve, understand?"

"But Mistress..." Tara started to whisper back. It was clear she was mortified, but her nipples were as hard as rocks and so obvious she might as well have been topless.

"No buts," I said. "Do as I say or I'll be very disappointed."

That got to her and she quickly nodded. I motioned Amanda over.

"Tara's just a little shy, Amanda, but she's a sweet girl who follows directions very well," I said. "In fact, I was hoping that you'd be able to help her with some clothing and make-up that's appropriate for a girl her age. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to accept your help and very willing to accept your directions. Right Tara?"

Tara, her eyes bright and face flushed in a way that told me she was totally gone in lust, nodded.

"Tell her what you're looking for Tara," I said.

She swallowed, then looked at Amanda.

"I ... I need some clothes," she said. "Something um ... well kinda like yours. Um ... something to show off, you know?"

I was astonished. From her tone and word choices she really did sound young.

"Oh, I'm sure we can find some things," she said. Then turning to me, she asked, "How many outfits are we getting her today?"

"Oh, three or four," I replied. It would be expensive, but I really didn't care. I was thinking with my pussy. "Once you've gotten her the clothes, would you help her with some makeup before she models them for us?"

"Happy to," replied Amanda, her nipples showing just how happy she was to be helping.

I sat back down to watch my lover and Amanda. Tara maintained her shy demeanor, but her body language was clearly inviting Amanda to touch her. Amanda was just as clearly delighted, and touched my lover often on her arms and neck, then her back and belly. I noticed that Tara also steered Amanda away from anything even remotely conservative, until they had selected about a half dozen outfits and walked back over to where I was sitting.