Breaking in a Toy — 7
#7 of Breaking in a Toy
My body approached consciousness after a full, long, necessary rest. The bed was warm and sunlight from the window greeted my crusty eyes. What a way to wake up when you have a child sex slave in your basement. I'd be showering with Jesse this morning, so I wouldn't be taking one by myself. I pulled myself from my bed, clothed in only my bra and panties. Black lace, and they seemed unfittingly girly for me. But I liked em, and the only person who would see them would get his nose busted inward if he cracked a joke about them.
Resting right under my heavy, musky, ballsack was a little sliver of pink flesh that led into a hole, neighbors with my ass. A little pussy, it got wet, it got twitchy. I could even cum if I stimulated it. I might just force myself on Jesse with it, let him know what a woman feels like on the inside, like it or not, I liked the idea of having Jesse inside me, and I wondered if he's ever orgasmed before. Likely yes, what else do twelve year old boys do but experiment with their cocks. I couldn't even count the amount of times I'd walked in on crazy experiments or kids jacking it at camp. Jesse was likely among the numbers of kids that I hadn't walked in on. His parents were a little protective, and he probably had no idea what orgasm or masturbation or sex really was. He had a good, if stern, teacher now.
That reminds me, I literally kidnapped him and the search was still going on.
My phone had a few notifications -- missed call from camp director, few texts from other counselors, Facebook notification. Amber alert that gave me a good chuckle to start my morning with.
The counselors were looking for emotional support and they were updating me on the situation, and I texted them back, still resting in bed. The press caught wind, that's never a good sign. I could only wait and hold my breath. I asked the director if I was needed, and he told me i could take a day off. I did a fist pump, and pulled myself out of bed.
My panties had a space for my male parts, and fit around them snugly and it kept them close to my body. They were almost... cute. Feminine.
I don't know where I considered myself when it came to that whole business. I was attractive, I was tall, i was feminine in aspects and masculine in others. I knew more about tools than a lot of men could shake a stick at but I had a rack to be feared. I was also very comforting when I wanted to be, or at least I knew how to be. I can shut off the need to comfort. I like my penis. I was proud of it, it was big and it was powerful, reflecting its owner. It gave a lurch as I thought of Jesse.
It wasn't too early, but it wasn't too late. I usually woke up around seven am and my body usually didnt let me sleep in any later than that, and it was eight now. I tugged off my sleep panties, had a morning shit and I made myself some coffee, stirring in milk but no sugar. I sipped it from a dark green mug as it cooled, and I was naked. My muscular orange fur was exposed to the warm air of my home, and my cock flopped free and flaccid and my tits bounced with every step I took.
I took steps down the stairs, feeling the carpet and allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark of the basement. I opened the locked room, and i smelt the sweat and the urine. Jesse smelt awful. I turned on the lights, and as he came to consciousness suddenly, he jumped. He didnt scream, but his eyes were glossed over with terror. He had blood on pieces of him, his fur was crusty with my urine. His ass had flakes of dried feces on it. And he was scared of me, like a good boy.
My naked, powerful body hovered over him, and looked down at his small, supine self. His neck was strapped down to the table, so he wasn't even afforded the freedom of thrashing his head about. He could try, but not without choking himself.
He looked like he was trying to slink away from me as he squirmed on the table. "Hello, pet." Nothing, just scared eyes. "I said something to you, and I'm going to give you a chance to respond."
"Hello, ma'am."
"That's better," Just this was already making me a little bit hard. I loved toying with him. "Pet, do you know what orgasm is?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Oh really?" I said, intrigued. I closed the door to the room behind me. The platform that Jesse's body rested on was wide enough for me to sit my entire, huge ass by his head, allowing it to intrude in his personal space. I did so, leaning across to lean on my hand that I had set on the other side of the platform, and I looked down at him past my breasts. "And what does orgasm mean?"
"Orgasm is..." He was nervous. This would be a time when I wouldn't punish him for a wrong answer. I needed to breed in him a reliance upon me, and if I broke his reliance in my information, his access to information through me it wouldn't develop him as my slave the way I wanted him to be. "Orgasm is the end of sex, right ma'am?" He looked worried, and that could be for more reasons than one.
"In a way, it could be taken as that." I scooted closer to his face, squishing my cheek up against his. My legs hung off the short end of the platform, and i took my hand and stroked his bruised face. He winced and seethed but did not cry out. "Orgasm is... orgasm is a climax, when a sexual organ has been stimulated enough it reaches this climax. Sexual stimulation is pleasure, and orgasm is the peak of this pleasure. Have you ever orgasmed, pet?"
"No... no ma'am." He looked away. He's lying.
"Are you sure? I'm good at detecting a lie, Jesse. And you know that I'm the last person you want to lie to."
"Yes, yes ma'am I've... I've orgasmed." And a gentle smile down at his bloodied, bruised face. I tilted his face so that he had to look me in the eyes.
"You do not lie to me, pet. Ever. Is that understood? It doesn't matter how ashamed you are of the truth, it doesn't matter how much trouble it will get you in. Lying to me will always get you in more trouble. I will hurt you very badly the next time that you lie to me, slave. Is that understood?" My grip on his face became more firm.
"Yes ma'am, I understand."
"And what do you understand."
"I will never lie to you."
"And what happens the next time that you lie to me?"
"I get hurt," he said, his voice quivering, "I get hurt very badly."
"Thats correct, slave." I say, releasing his face. "Now tell me about your orgasm. How many times have you cum?"
"Cum?"
"Orgasm."
"Oh, uhh. I've cummed two times, ma'am. The first time was right before I came to camp, when a friend had shown me how to... how to jack off." The words didn't fit right in his mouth and were obviously foreign to him. He was definitely distant from the whole idea of sex. "Or at least he told me how, not actually showed me."
"Hmm, interesting. And how'd did that feel?"
"It felt... i was scared for a little bit, but it felt really good, so I didn't stop and then I... I cummed. He told me white stuff called jizz was supposed to come out of my penis but it didn't."
"And what about the second time?" A violent blush.
"I... I did it before I came over to see you." He looked ashamed, more so with himself for so willingly getting himself in this situation, for not recognizing a sexual predator, for not realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave your hub in the middle of the night to be with an older woman.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"... My penis got all hard and big and it wouldn't go down, so I.. y'know."
"Hmm. Have your parents ever given you the talk?"
"The... talk, ma'am?"
"When they explain to you what sex is."
"No, ma'am. My friends did."
"Alright, thats all I needed to know. Me and you are going to be spending some quality time today, slave. First we're going to shower together."