Chapter 2

Kami awoke the next morning to find a brown leather handbag lying at the front door of her hotel room. Taped to the handbag was an envelope with her name written in huge letters on the outside. Curious, Kami took the handbag and brought it with her into her hotel room. She first opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper that was folded in thirds inside. The note was from Mistress X, as she had suspected. The letter itself had only one line, which was: Wear this tonight. Then she signed her moniker Mistress X.

As she folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, Kami wondered how Mistress X had found her since she didn’t tell her where she was staying. But then she remembered where she was and how small towns generally operate, how everyone tends to know everyone in town, stranger or no. With a hint of disgust (since she was no major fan of small towns or their generally nosy—and self-righteous—inhabitants), she tossed the letter across the bed and opened the handbag with a bit of trepidation. First, she took out clothes that would normally be seen on a little girl. There was a small white top with a picture of a big yellow bird with an insipid smile on its face—possibly Big Bird or some variation thereof, thought Kami—and a white pair of panties with yellow giraffes printed all over them. There was also a pair of white socks, the kind that cut off at the ankles.

Kami laid the clothes out on the bed. She looked back inside the handbag and found something else stuffed at the bottom of the bag. She pulled it out and saw that it was a black leather overcoat. She put it on and saw that it fit her perfectly. She figured Mistress X wanted her to wear the overcoat over her little girl getup when she went to the hostel so she wouldn’t be picked up for indecent exposure. She took off the overcoat and laid it on the bed next to the clothes Mistress X had so graciously provided for her. She then took the little shirt and panties and socks and went into the bathroom. She took off her clothes and paused to admire herself in the mirror above the sink. She wasn’t a narcissist (she was at heart a sadist), but she did enjoy looking at herself in the mirror from time to time to see why men wanted to ravish her so. She could easily see why men were so turned on by her and why they were so attracted to her youthful looks, tiny breasts, and hairless pussy that she always kept shaved bare. Her shaved pussy alone really drove the men wild with desire!

She turned her back to the mirror to admire her shapely little ass. She loved the way her ass looked. It was small, round, and firm to the touch. She thought it looked cute, as did every single man she’d ever been with. She turned back around and gazed down at her bare little pussy and smiled as she spread her lips apart with her dainty little fingers. A lustful shiver coursed through her body as she reared her head back and moaned as she slowly ran one finger over her silky slit and clit that became hard and wet to her touch. She would’ve finished herself off right then and there but, remembering the task at hand, she abruptly took her hands away and put on the clothes Mistress X had given her that she had carefully laid out on top of the toilet seat. She slipped on the panties, then the socks, and then the shirt. Once dressed, she again admired herself in the mirror. She noticed the panties were about two sizes too small, which made the bottom of her butt cheeks stick out. The panties were so tight they rode up her slit, creating what was called a camel-toe. But Kami didn’t mind. Something told her that Mistress X wanted it that way. She curled her lips into a seductive pout, which was something else that definitely drove the guys crazy, and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

“Yeah, I’d fuck me,” she said to herself as another smile crept upon her girlish-looking lips.

She let out a tiny giggle as she stepped out of the bathroom. She still had plenty of time—a few hours, in fact—before she had to meet Mistress X at the hostel. So, wanting to kill time, she decided to take a nap—just like a little girl! she thought—before driving to the hostel where Mistress X—her new boss and teacher—was waiting for her.

Kami drove to the hostel after her nap. She wore the overcoat over the girlie clothes Mistress X gave to her. Kami wasn’t sure what to expect from Mistress X but, if her first night with her was any indication, it was going to be wild. Kami parked her car in front of the building and checked herself in the rearview mirror before getting out of her car and walking down to the basement. She was greeted at the door by the same hooded burly doorman who had greeted her the night before (and who almost didn’t allow her in because of her youthful appearance). He nodded at her like he knew precisely why she was there and allowed her in. Kami found Mistress X sitting in the same room where both she and Kami subjugated that older gentleman who was hanging from the ceiling the night before. Mistress X was wearing a floor-length dress, black boots, and a white blouse that was buttoned all the way to the collar. She looked like a prim and proper English nanny or an old-time schoolmarm rather than the rough and tough leather-clad dominatrix she met the previous evening. Kami also saw a hooded man lying on a table across the room. He was clad only in a pair of black-and-white checkered boxers and his wrists were chained to the table. Kami thought he couldn’t have been much older than she was, judging by how thin and small his body looked.

“Let’s see what you’re wearing under that coat,” Mistress X said to Kami in a commanding tone, skipping the usual pleasantries.

Kami hesitated as she glanced back over at the chained man on the table.

“Don’t worry,” Mistress X assured her. “He can’t see or hear us.”

With no more hesitation, Kami slowly took off her overcoat and let it drop to the floor. Mistress X smiled and nodded with satisfaction at the sight of Kami dressed in her little girl outfit.

“Nice,” Mistress X said as she inspected Kami from head to toe, giving her a satisfactory nod. She then motioned with her head at the young man chained to the table. “I want you to go over to the table and take off his hood.”

“Who is he?”

She shrugged. “He’s just some kid I picked up at the bus station earlier.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s twenty-two.” When Kami looked uncertain, since most of her victims were older men, Mistress X added, “Don’t worry. I checked his I.D.”

“Are you sure?”

Mistress X gave her a stern look. “Yes, I’m sure.” When Kami looked as if she was about to say something else, Mistress X barked at her, “Enough with the questions. Now do as you’re told!”

Kami shot an austere look at the dominatrix. She wasn’t used to being bossed around like that as she had always been the one in control; but, remembering the deal they made, she did as she was told and strode across the room to the bed. She removed the hood from the boy’s head and he immediately gasped for air. Kami was taken aback when she removed the hood as his face looked even younger than his body with his flaming red hair, buckteeth, and reddish freckles. He was without a doubt the youngest man she had ever inveigled; but, as they say, there’s a first time for everything! When he calmed down, he gazed around the room and looked at Mistress X and then at Kami.

“Wh-where am I?” he demanded, a bewildered expression on his freckled face. “What’s going on? Who are you?”

Mistress X smiled warmly, almost motherly, at him. “I’m X,” she said to him in a welcoming tone, “and this is my little girl Kami.”

The boy said nothing as he fixated his gaze on Kami who was gazing back at him as she twirled one of her pigtails around in her finger and smiled cutely at him. The intense way he was staring at Kami suggested to her that he was trying to ascertain whether or not she was a “little girl” as Mistress X had implied. But, as with every other man she had ever seduced, Kami would let him know the truth all in due time.

For now, however, it was time to play The Game.

“What am I doing here?” he pleaded with the amused dominatrix, tugging at his chains.

“Kami,” she began, purposely ignoring the frightened kid, “I want you to hop on the table with him.”

“Yes, Mommy,” Kami replied in her little girl voice, playing her part to the hilt as if she’d rehearsed it beforehand.

Kami hopped up on the table next to him, crossing her feet at the ankles and swinging her legs back and forth as they dangled off the side of the table.

“Now what, Mommy?”

“Now why don’t you pull down his underwear and let’s see what he’s got hiding underneath. Okay, sweetheart?”

Kami couldn’t help but grin naughtily at the idea. “Okay, Mommy!”

Kami kept her eyes on the boy’s tense face as she slipped her fingers into the sides of his boxers and slowly pulled them down to uncover his dick and balls. Kami peered down wide-eyed at his genitalia like this was her first time seeing a nude male (when, in truth, she’d seen too many to count!). His impressive penis was already erect and throbbing. Kami smiled broadly at the sight of his erection knowing that he’d gotten hard after looking at her in her little girl getup. She grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, causing him to close his eyes and moan at her baby soft touch.

“Mommy, why is his thingy so hard?”

“That’s just to show he likes you.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened again then she looked right at him. “Do you like me, mister?”

The boy could only groan in response as she kept stroking his cock. Kami smiled at the way she was getting to him the same way she had gotten to every other man she had ever seduced with her Lolita-like allure. With one hand still wrapped firmly around his cock, Kami reached down with her other hand and pulled on his bountiful balls that were already swollen with need for release. She squeezed them in her diminutive hands, which elicited another deep moan from him.

“Mommy,” she said as she kept tugging on his aching balls, “what are these? They feel so soft!”

Mistress X smiled widely at her protégée. “They’re called balls, sweetheart.”

“Balls?” Mistress X nodded. “You mean like the kind you play with?”

Mistress X let out a motherly laugh. “Yes, honey, like the kind you play with.”

Kami’s eyes lit up like a child who had been given a new toy.

“Can I play with these balls, Mommy?”

Mistress X nodded firmly, still smiling. “Yes, you may play with them all you like.”

“Okay, Mommy!”

With that, Kami tugged harder on his balls and kneaded them in her hand like she was playing with silly putty while she continued to stroke his cock. The boy jerked his head from side to side and balled his hands into fists as the tension began to build inside his burning loins. After about a minute or so of playing with him like this, both Kami and Mistress X could tell that the boy wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer as he gripped the sides of the table and gritted his buckteeth. The boy suddenly arched his head and wailed as his white hot come squirted out of him in gushes, drenching his stomach and waist. Kami aimed his flushed cockhead straight toward his abdomen so none of his spunk would get on her hand. After he had calmed down somewhat, Kami stared at his milky-white semen for a moment then she asked Mistress X with a look of childlike curiosity on her face, “Mommy, what’s this white stuff?” She pointed at his semen that had pooled on his abdomen.

“That’s called semen, honey.”

“See-men?” she said the word slowly and drawn-out the way a child would do.

Mistress X smiled and nodded. “Yes, dear.”

Again, Kami gave the dominatrix a curious look.

“Mommy, what does see-men taste like?”

Her smile broadened. “Why don’t you taste it and find out?”

“Okay, Mommy!”

Kami dabbed her fingertip into the sticky mess and put her tainted fingertip on the tip of her tongue. Though she had tasted semen many times before, she acted like this was her very first time tasting splooge as she slithered her tongue back in her mouth and swallowed the jism drop like it was Kool-Aid.

“So, sweetheart,” Mistress X said, “…how does it taste?”

Kami licked her finger and smiled her girlie smile.

“It tastes good, Mommy.” She giggled her girlie giggle. “Just like ice cream!”

The boy groaned at the sound of her girlish laughter.

“What do I do now, Mommy?”

“Now I want you to fuck him.”

“Fuck him?” Kami gave the dominatrix a puzzled look the way a little girl would do. “What do you mean fuck him?”

The boy groaned again at the childlike way Kami uttered the word ‘fuck’. Mistress X smiled knowingly at his reaction. So did Kami.

“Remember that little talk we had about the birds and the bees and what grown people do in bed together?”

Kami nodded. “Uh-huh,” she murmured as she held her finger up to the corner of her mouth in a seductive pout, making the boy’s lips quiver with lust.

The mistress pointed to the boy who was looking back and forth between her and Kami.

“That’s what I want you to do to him.” She lowered her finger. “Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

“But how do I fuck him, Mommy?” Kami asked her with childlike pleading. She grabbed his newly-limp penis. “He’s not even hard anymore!”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” Mistress X laughed. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Mistress X reached into the black leather handbag that was lying on the floor next to her chair. Inside the handbag were an assortment of dildos and vibrators. She picked out a large yellow butt plug and carried it back with her to the table. The boy’s eyes grew wide in near-terror at the ominous sight of the humongous butt plug Mistress X was now holding in her hand.

“Wh-what are you gonna do with that thing?” the boy wanted to know, his voice in a panic.

Purposely ignoring him like before, Mistress X handed the butt plug to Kami who took it from her with a childlike eagerness.

“What do I do with this thing, Mommy?”

“Why…you stick it up his butthole, honey.”

Her eyes widened innocently. “I stick it up his butthole, Mommy?”

“Yes, you do,” she replied, nodding.

“Okay, Mommy!”

Ignoring his cries of protest, Kami reached down with her free hand and pried his scrawny butt cheeks apart with her forefinger and thumb. Then she placed the tip of the butt plug against his hairy anus. The boy squirmed and whimpered as she rubbed the very tip of the butt plug up and down his virgin aperture. Then she forced it into his ass. He wailed out in pain as he felt the cold hard tip of the plastic dildo sliding down his colon until it reached his prostate. Holding it at its base, Kami pushed the butt plug in and out of his rectum, the tip slamming against his prostate each time she pushed it into him. The repeated stimulation of his prostate gland had the desired effect as his penis soon became rock-hard once again.

Keeping the butt plug firmly embedded in his asshole, Kami quickly stripped off her top and panties and then climbed on top of him. She straddled his inflamed cock as she glared down at him. The boy looked as if he was about to complain again, but the amazing feeling of Kami’s soft, warm hands wrapped tightly around his cock combined with the feeling of her tight, slick pussy teasing the sensitive, engorged head of his prick silenced any and all protests on his part. The only sounds now emanating from his mouth were his moans of pleasure as she gyrated her pussy on his cock after she skewered herself all the way down on his lengthy shaft to his balls. His moaning intensified as she slid her pussy up and down on his dick, her little ass brushing against his balls every time she slid her pussy downward on his shaft. Mistress X watched with immense enjoyment as her protégée Kami had her way with this boy she’d picked up from the bus station. Kami dug her pointy fingernails into the pale, hairless skin of his chest as she increased the speed of her gyrating. The boy closed his watering eyes as his lips quivered and his balls started to recede as Kami was bringing him to the brink of orgasm. Both she and Mistress X knew it.

“I’m gonna come!” the boy yelled. “I’m gonna come!”

With catlike reflexes, Kami jumped off of him and sat on her knees beside him on the table. She grabbed his cock and frantically jerked him off using both hands.

“This is fun!” Kami squealed as she pumped her hands over his prick with harder and faster strokes.

The boy nearly screamed as his semen shot out of his cock with even greater force than before. And, like before, Kami aimed the head of his cock forward so none of his spunk would hit her. With the butt plug stimulating his prostate, the boy’s semen blasted out of his cockhole in gushing waves and mixed with the spunk that was pooled on his waist and abdomen from his previous climax. Once he was finished coming, and once his wails had lessened, Kami let go of his subsiding cock and hopped off the table. She put her top and panties back on and walked over to where Mistress X was sitting.

“So,” Kami said, her voice returning to normal, “how was that?”

Mistress X smiled and nodded her approval. “Not bad,” she told her. “I can tell you know how to handle a man.”

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling and nodding herself. “You can say I’ve had a lot of practice.”

The two women shared a spirited laugh while the boy stared at the two of them looking dumbfounded. Clearly neither woman was what—or who—she appeared to be.

“Wh-what’s going on here?” the boy demanded of them, tugging on his chains.

Ignoring him as before, Kami asked Mistress X, “You know; I’d kill for a cigarette right about now.”

“I just happen to have a pack in my handbag.”

She pointed at the black leather handbag next to her chair where she had gotten the butt plug. Did this woman own anything that wasn’t made of black leather? Kami wondered as she bent over and opened up the handbag. Inside the bag, along with the pack of cigarettes, were an assortment of more vibrators, dildos, anal beads, butt plugs, and various other sex toys. Kami grinned at the sight of them as she took out the pack of cigarettes along with a lighter. She opened the pack and fished one out. She lit it and threw the lighter back into the handbag. With the cigarette dangling out of her dainty little mouth, she undid her pigtails and let her long black hair fall loosely around her shoulders, automatically making her look years older. She puffed on the cigarette and turned around to face the boy. There was a shocked expression on his face that she had changed so dramatically from a Lolita-esque seductress to a sophisticated older woman. Even the expression in her eyes had changed dramatically. Kami had seen that same look on men too many times to count, and she derived enormous pleasure from seeing that look every time.

“What’s going on here?” he again demanded.

Kami took a puff from her cigarette before responding to him.

“What do you think is going on here?” Kami said to him.

“I . . . I . . .” he stammered for a moment, unable to answer her. Finally, with tears in his eyes, he screamed at both women, “What the fuck is this?! Who the fuck are you people?!”

Kami remained calm as she took another puff off her cigarette.

“Kid,” Kami began, a swirl of cigarette smoke clouding her face, “have you ever heard that old saying only believe half of what you see and none of what you hear?”

He shook his head. “N-no,” he stammered again, his voice calmer.

“Well,” another puff, “think about it.”

She sauntered up to him and patted him a couple of times on his leg. She smiled at him. He didn’t smile back. She turned to face Mistress X, still smiling. The mistress did smile back at her.

“Would you like to go outside with me?” she asked Kami.

She nodded. “Yep.”

Mistress X stood as Kami slipped on her overcoat. They started to walk out of the room, but then the boy yelled at them again.

“Where are you going?” He tugged at his chains again. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”

Both Mistress X and Kami turned their heads and glared at him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Mistress X said brusquely to him. “Someone will be in to set you free.” She grinned sadistically at him. “Eventually.”

Both the Domme and Kami turned to walk out again, leaving the boy chained to the table lying in his own sweat and semen. They stepped outside the building where they stood in the same spot as the night before. Both women were silent as Kami continued smoking her cigarette while Mistress X stared off in the distance as if something was weighing heavily on her mind. Finally, it was Kami who broke the silence as she asked her new boss, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I was just thinking,” Mistress X said quietly without looking at her, “we need to move.”

“Move?” Kami seemed kind of surprised by the Domme’s suggestion. “Move where?”

She looked at her. “Ever heard of a town called Slunt?”

“Slunt?” Kami inquired before taking another drag from her cigarette and blew out the smoke that had filled her lungs. “That name sounds intriguing.”

She looked away from her again. “It’s the next town,” she informed her protégée. “It doesn’t have the wild and crazy reputation Strap has.”

“Real conservative place, huh?”

“Yeah,” she nodded firmly, “you can say that.” She paused and then added as sort of an afterthought, “It’s the kind of town that has a church on every street corner and a Bible on every kitchen table.”

“And a meth lab in every garage!” Kami added humorously.

Mistress X only gave a slight smirk in response to Kami’s rather colorful remark. She turned to look at her once again. “But I don’t think I have to tell you that just because someone gets dolled up for church every Sunday morning doesn’t mean they’re all righteousness and purity, if ya catch my drift.”

“I do.” Kami nodded her head in total agreement, remembering all the similar towns she herself had been in (and, of course, fucked in!). She took yet another drag off her cigarette. “Why do you want to move to Slunt? Why not stay here in Strap?”

“Because too many people know me in this town,” she told her. “It wouldn’t work for what I have planned for us to do.”

Kami raised her eyebrows at her. “And what exactly do you have planned for us to do?”

“Only what you’ve been doing.” She smiled broadly at her. “Just on a grander scale.”

She returned her smile as she snuffed out her cigarette on the outside wall of the building.

“Sounds fun.”