The Visit 1

The Visit - Chapter 1

By TCP

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The Visit - A Twilight Zone Story
By TCP
© 2012 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

The Visit -
The story of twelve year old Daniel and his humiliating experiences in… The Twilight Zone. A tale of the unexpected…

Main Characters -
Daniel Grainger - 12 years old
Charley - the mysterious ‘girl.’

Preface -
You unlock this door with the key of imagination… Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas… You’ve just crossed over into, The Twilight Zone…

Chapter 1 - First Contact…
Weltby, England, August 2012...

Daniel Grainger was twelve years old at the time. A very handsome boy; slim, possessing watery blue eyes, and mousy blond hair maintained short by his mother - it occasionally embarrassed him that his mother still cut and ‘styled’ his hair. He benefited from soft angled facial features, and the hint of dimples about his cheeks when he smiled. Despite his good looks, he was not universally popular at his school, the reason for this being his studious, bookish personality, enforced mainly by the strict nature of his upbringing. His ‘super intelligent’ appearance, set complete by his wearing of silver rimmed glasses. And he was painfully shy. Caring, sensitive, yet modest…

Daniel’s parents fully expected him to excel at school, and to have a successful post-graduate career in aircraft engineering or something. He tried his hardest to make his pushy parents proud. An observer looking into the family from the outside would see that his relationship with his parents was strained, distant… He sometimes resented the pressure to succeed that they put on him. He didn’t always feel the love and support that a young boy needs… By contrast, his younger sister, at ten years of age seemed to get all of the love and support she needed, always getting her way and always seeming to be the parents’ favourite. This happened a lot with girls in Daniel’s mind - certainly of his experience in the town he lived. That all said, Daniel normally got along very well with his sister.

The Graingers lived in a smart, professional suburban house in the town of Weltby. An affluent residency in the much sought after ‘General’s Estate,’ where cul-de-sacs and avenues were named after famous and honoured military leaders throughout British history. Some would call their house a ‘museum’ really, spotlessly clean as a result of a hired in cleaner thrice weekly and with his parents’ fetish for ‘everything having it’s place and it being expected to be in that place.’ There was no place for toys or accessories being left out once finished with. Tidy discipline ruled in the Grainger household. Failure to comply could lead to a spanking, trousers down or dress up and over the top of the victim’s underpants.

Everything about the way in which Daniel was pushed along towards ‘his’ career choice left the boy more and more isolated from his friends at school. Never any time to get interested in girls and make friends with other boys in his class, apart from Martin Wilson, his best friend from across town. At his parents’ insistence, his time was spent reading about aeroplanes, or ships, or space, or maths, or English… always being pushed to enhance his knowledge instead of reading other things that might stimulate his mind towards doing other things - things that he wanted to do. Once, he had managed to read a Harry Potter story, but he felt obliged to keep that from his frosty parents, disguising the cover by making a plain brown paper dust sheet. An attempt to read a book about music and learning how to play guitar was confiscated upon it being discovered by his father the previous year.

It had been a very strange summer for Daniel, quite upsetting since school had finished. He had suffered the embarrassment of his first ‘nocturnal emission’ as his mother had called it upon it’s discovery one morning in early July. He had woken up in the middle of a dream about Shelley Dixon in his class and she was kissing him on the mouth in the school cloakroom. In his dream, as he was being kissed, a strange feeling occurred in his penis and surreptitiously, he had clutched at himself down there and it suddenly felt like he was wetting himself… Only it felt better, tingly and tickly, and it wasn’t pee coming out…

Daniel was horrified to find his pyjama bottoms and his bed sheet sodden with a slippery substance that felt strange to his touch… it certainly wasn’t urine as he had originally feared. He’d called out automatically for his mother to come and help him, then realised his impending shame and regretted it instantly as his mother entered the room and stared at the wetness in the front of his pyjama bottoms as he stood there in shock and embarrassment.

“I couldn’t help it mum… it just happened,” he blushed as his mother pulled down his pyjama bottoms and inspected the milky fluid left behind from his accident. This had resulted in a very public (in front of his sister and father anyway) and graphic discussion over dinner that evening about ‘adult themed dreams’ and their impact on pubescent boys. Since then his sister occasionally tormented him about that, but he just responded by mentioning the word ‘menstruation,’ and that normally quietened her down, at least for a while.

But worse though, and more troubling. his best friend, pretty much his only real friend in the world had disappeared in mysterious circumstances. Martin Wilson was in Daniel’s class at school and they shared several interests with each other, always working together on school projects and sticking together during PE lessons - both being the last picked for team sports.

Martin had seemingly run away from home at the start of the school summer holiday and had been missing for several weeks. There was an old quarry between Weltby and the next town that had been converted into an outdoor scuba diving venue, the water treacherously deep, cold and foreboding. It had a long history of misadventure, several swimmers getting into difficulty and never heard of again. There was also a tale about a man driving his car into the water on purpose to end his life… At the beginning of August, a boy’s bicycle, t-shirt, shorts, socks, training shoes and underpants belonging to Martin had been found at the water’s edge, but the boy had been missing ever since. No body had been found. There was a large Police investigation ongoing amid rumours that the boy had been using Internet chat rooms to talk to other ‘children’ and that he may have been meeting up with someone who had ‘groomed’ him for some sort of sexual liaison. Nobody knew.

And Daniel was in a moral quandary. The day after the clothing was discovered at the quarry, he had received a letter from Martin… It read as follows;

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My Friend Dan,
Don’t worry about the clothes they find at the Quarry… they are mine, but I put them there on purpose. I’m sorry, I just had to get away. Some strange shit happening lately. I can’t really say too much right now as I am not really sure what is actually going on… But please, promise me that you will keep this letter safe and private… You can’t tell anyone anything about this letter or tell anyone that I have written to you…

All you need to know is that I am okay, I think… I don’t know if I have been dreaming or if stuff is real. I’m in trouble with a girl… I don’t even know her, but she knows all sorts of stuff about me… She comes to my house and nobody knows… That sounds crazy… Nobody else is ever aware that she has been in my room, even though my folks are in the house with us at the same time… Damn, I am not explaining this very well.

Her name is Charley… I think she is twelve, like us. She comes into my room - like I said, I don’t know if it’s a dream or if it is real… But she does stuff… She makes fun of me and does horrible things to me. I can’t get away… It’s so embarrassing… She touches me… on my privates… She keeps feeling me down there, even when I beg her to stop… I can’t stop her, it’s like she has total control over me when she is here… It’s horrible… she made me cry and she just laughed at me and called me a baby…

I can’t take any more and I have to get away… I feel safe for now, even though I am on my own and far away. She’s not been to ‘visit’ me since I went away, so I must have escaped…

I will try and contact you again. Please don’t tell anyone. I am trusting you… I need to sort this out…

Take Care,
Your Good Friend,
Martin…
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The Police had spoken to Daniel and he had confirmed to them that he knew nothing about his friend’s disappearance. They had wanted to know whether Martin had been using chat rooms to arrange meetings with anyone, ‘adults,’ or if he knew whether Martin might be feeling bad about himself - enough to ‘harm himself.’ Daniel knew enough to know that the Police were seeking to understand if his friend had been picked up by a pervert, or if he was feeling suicidal. He didn’t enjoy lying… It wasn’t natural for him, but it appeared that through his shock at the disappearance of his friend, the Police were no longer interested in him. It was the teachers being interviewed next… and Martin’s uncle, who wasn’t even his real uncle.

Having checked the postmark on the letter he received, it had come from South Wales - Daniel knew that Martin had a grandmother still alive down near Tenby and thought maybe that his friend was going there. But it certainly was strange. A mysterious girl, in Martin’s house without anyone else knowing? Even though they were in the house at the same time? Touching his friend’s private parts? Daniel didn’t know what to think, but was relieved that his friend appeared to be okay now and had stowed the letter in a lockable keepsafe in the drawer underneath his bed.

“Daniel!” a woman’s voice interrupted his thoughts. It was his mother. “Come on, we’re going shopping. School starts again soon remember, and we need to get Chloe some shoes and stationary for you both.” Daniel frowned inwardly, he hated shopping, particularly with his mother who always seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time looking for lacy lingerie despite them not ever appearing on the list. The ‘adventures’ around the lingerie section of the department store always embarrassed him. Panties and bras… Girls things…

At the shopping centre, the concourses were busy with the noisy hustle and bustle of weekend shoppers as Daniel, his sister and his mother did battle with the masses. They had been in numerous shoe shops, looking for Chloe’s school shoes, and numerous shops with ladies lingerie in them, much to the embarrassment of the pubescent boy. All the while, his mother had kept both children in tight order, not letting them stray to look in shops that they wanted to visit, like a music shop, or a mobile phone shop and so on. It was a strict schedule that Mrs Grainger was seemingly running with.

After a stop for tea and giant cookies at one of the centre’s cafes, the three of them were walking along the main concourse on their way to the stationers shop. Daniel was walking in front of his mother and sister and his eye had been caught by a shop selling computer games and it was advertising the latest football game - Fifa 13.

“Hey mum… look, can I have that for the PC? For my birthday please?” Daniel asked politely, but not watching where he was going.

“Computer games are for people with no ambition, and those who have lost their soul…” his mother replied curtly. “We’ve got some nice books and clothes for your birthday… Studies come first remember… And watch where you are going young man… LOOK OUT!”

Crunch… Daniel had bumped into somebody by accident. It was a girl, his age. A pretty girl with a button nose, dark brown hair, styled with pigtails down each side of her head and to her shoulders. She was wearing a tatty looking pair of jeans, ripped at the knee caps and a simple green, white and black lumberjack type shirt with the top three buttons unfastened. Her girlish breasts tented the shirt out slightly, demonstrating her current transition towards young womanhood. Her white and red Reebok ™ training shoes were strikingly clean, possessing prominent looking fluorescent pink laces. Glistening hazel coloured eyes stared back at him… and she was smiling.

“You clumsy idiot!” Daniel’s mother chided, taking a swipe at his head with the back of her hand and leaving her son to blush scarlet with regret and embarrassment - both at his mother’s words and for his accidental clash with the attractive looking girl.

“Oh, errm, I’m so sorry…” Daniel blustered weakly, his head bowing instantly to the floor when the girl beamed a friendly and understanding smile at him. “It was all my fault… I wasn’t looking…”

“That’s okay… no harm done,” the girl replied sweetly and giggled. “Really, it’s fine…”

“Th-thank you…” Daniel stammered, finally finding the courage to look up at the girl again, biting his lip. Daniel’s sister giggled at her brother’s embarrassment, sensing straight off that he had an instant crush on the mysterious girl. “I’m sorry…” he reiterated, shrugging his shoulders and not knowing what else to say.

“I must apologise for my mawkish son,” Daniel’s mother scoffed. “He’s started puberty now and is very… awkward… and clumsy, even for a boy…”

“Mum!” Daniel protested, his eyes instantly searching out the floor once more as his mother humiliated him, seemingly intent on stamping out any prospect of friendship or even romance in one act of verbal wickedness.

“Really, it’s no problem. I understand…” the girl smiled, dimples forming sweetly on her soft looking girlish cheeks, giggling at the woman’s comments. “Have a good day…” With that, the girl continued on her way.

“Come on you two, we’ve still got to get your stationary… move along,” Daniel’s mother instructed and they continued on their way to the last shop on their list. For some reason, whether it be burgeoning pubescent lust, or just idle curiosity, he felt obliged to look back - one last look at the pretty girl…

As Daniel looked back, the girl was looking back behind her too, instantly catching his eyes. They glistened… and she winked playfully…

“See you again Daniel… Sexy boy…” the girl whispered, seemingly without moving her lips. Had he imagined her say that? She was too far away for him to have heard her from where she was… And how did she know his name? Daniel was embarrassed again. Nobody had ever called him ‘sexy’ before.

“Eyes front Daniel… Come on…” his mother chided once more. And he complied.

For the rest of the day, Daniel had thought about the girl at the shopping centre. He really had found her very pretty and this was the first time he had really felt compelled to think over and over about a girl.

‘Am I going crazy? She called me sexy! Didn’t she?’ Daniel thought. ‘She was really pretty… I wonder what she looks like without her panties… No! Stop it you idiot… I wonder if I will see her again… How did she know my name? How could she whisper without moving her lips… and so far away? I must have imagined it… She was gorgeous… Her boobies were poking out front… She was very pretty… Oh wow!’ Thinking about her made him feel good and he caught himself developing an erection. When they got home, Daniel tried to put her out of his mind, a losing battle… He left his parents and his sister to talk in the lounge downstairs and retired to his bedroom to think about things some more before showering and going down for dinner at 6pm.

Daniel’s bedroom was very tidy, for a twelve year old boy’s bedroom, almost a masterpiece of his mother’s feng-shui. At the centre of course was the bed, a boyish Batman duvet cover lay on top with two pillows of the same design. The carpet was a light blue colour, contrasting with the darker hue of the emulsion paint used to cover the walls of the bedroom. There were built-in pine fitted wardrobes and a tall chest of drawers also in pine down one wall.

Another wall housed a large double-desk, complete with a complex looking PC tower and desk space to enable his constant homework to be completed. The other end of the desk possessed a docking station for a MP3 player, wired up to an intricate speaker system that his father had installed. Though music interested Daniel a lot, and his tastes in music very diverse for such a young age, his father had anticipated that his son would listen to electronic books mostly instead.

A bookshelf next to the door was filled with various textbooks for school studies and engineering design books that his father had festooned upon him. Hanging from the ceiling was a model of a World War Two Lancaster Bomber in 1:48 scale and painted nicely in bomber command camouflage colours. Daniel had made and painted the model from an Airfix ™ kit, for once seemingly making his father proud. Other models that Daniel had made of aeroplanes, and a 1:100 scale model of HMS Hood adorned another glass case. Quite a big bedroom for a young boy - but it was quite a big house.

Daniel sat at his desk, rationalising the fear he had for the safety of his friend and the joy he had felt upon thinking about the girl from the shopping centre. He started to get ready for his shower, stripping off his green and yellow Adidas ™ t-shirt and his chino shorts, followed by his white socks, taking time to fold the t-shirt and the shorts in a pile ready to go to the laundry basket as he had been trained to do from a young age. He changed his mind and stood in his white brief underpants and looked at himself in the mirror, assessing himself and his pubescent image.

He didn’t see himself as ugly, just, ‘undiscovered’ and he knew that everyone in his class saw him as ‘clever’ and just that. Other than Martin, nobody had really shown any interest in wanting to get to know him well enough to be classed as a good friend. The girls all wanted to get to know the scoundrels of the school, too set in their ways to notice him. He missed his friend.

Daniel moved over to his MP3 player and selected a piece by a group called The Manic Street Preachers. He turned the volume down low enough so as not to disturb anyone else in the house. He was going to listen to a couple of tracks first and then go and have his shower before dinner… With the music playing, Daniel leaped into the air and landed on his bed… but he never actually landed.

The room flashed a brilliant white and Daniel had to shut his eyes to maintain his comfort, feeling as though he was falling through the bed itself… falling downwards and down… tumbling… spiralling, freefalling. He tried to call out for help but he found that he wasn’t able to make any noise. All Daniel could hear was the rushing noise of howling winds as he seemed to fall towards an unknown fate… He was going to be sick…

Then darkness, and silence other than the sound of his rapid breathing. He felt hot and groggy as his mind started to recover from the ‘event.’ He could smell coconuts… He tentatively opened his eyes and recognised that he was in his room and lying on his bed. His vision was out of focus, but it was starting to clear.

‘Wow, I’m alive…’ Daniel thought, trying to think quickly about what he had just experienced. The curtains were closed and the light was on. He wasn’t sure what time it was… Then, at the MP3 player was a figure… It was a girl, in her pyjamas with her back to him. They were light pink pyjamas - cotton. He could see dark brown chestnut hair in pig-tails… ‘Could it be?’ Then he realised something was wrong…

Daniel couldn’t move… Not properly anyway. His senses had cleared enough now to enable him to see everything unrestricted and he glanced first up at his wrists. ‘Fuck!’ He looked from one wrist to the other. What Daniel saw terrified him… His wrists were tied up and away above his head, one towards the left hand corner of the bed, and one to the right. But it wasn’t rope, or string. There was a thin green snake with startling orange eyes, wriggling and encircling each of his wrists tightly, holding them down to the bed… Similarly, his ankles were being held down by snakes too, encircling them, tightly. He wrestled and writhed on the bed briefly, getting nowhere in his struggle.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Daniel called out in fright and frustration as he continued to try and free himself. “I hate snakes… get them off me, please… Help me!” The girl pushed the play button on the MP3 player and a classical piece of music began playing… Though Daniel didn’t know the name of the piece, he knew from his collection that it was a famous Strauss waltz.

“I’m impressed… One of my favourites Daniel,” the girl said calmly, turning to face him. Daniel saw her glistening eyes.

“You? From the shopping centre this morning,” Daniel gasped… “But… how? What’s going on?” He continued to wrestle against the four snakes holding him down. He felt vulnerable, recognising that there was a girl in his bedroom, who had taken over his MP3 player, who was wearing delightful looking pink pyjamas and who was smiling at him while he was tied to his bed by four snakes and all while he was just wearing only his white brief underpants. He almost wanted to call for his mum, but would find it very difficult to explain the presence of a pretty girl in his room, while he was dressed only in his underpants, let alone a pretty girl at all being in the house. He felt ridiculous and very vexed.

“Shhhh Daniel,” the girl replied, smiling at him and looking up and down his body. She approached the bed, tracing a finger from his navel up to his chest…

“Stop it!” Daniel said, recoiling from the ticklesome finger. “Help me… I’m afraid of snakes… Help me get free… Please…”

“Shhhh… I know… Relax…” the girl soothed. “We’re going to have a good time… just relax…” She leaned over to plant a kiss on Daniel’s forehead, and he could now smell that she was wearing a coconut scent or balm. It smelled nice…

“But the snakes…” Daniel cried out. “They’ll bite me.. And… what if they poison me?”

“Daniel… Shhhhhh…”

“And how do you know my name? Who are you?”

“I will answer all of your questions in good time my little slave boy…” the girl said calmly, looking into his disbelieving eyes.

“Ssslave? What are you talking about? Y… You can’t stay here… you can’t be here I mean… My mum! I’ll get punished…” Daniel stammered. Annoyed with his persistence, the girl moved her hand and used her thumb and forefinger to take hold of one of his nipples… And she pinched… tightly. “OOOWWWWW!! Stop it!!”

“Will you be quiet and let me begin?” the girl chided more seriously. “Will you?”

“Ooowwwww!!!” Please stop…” Daniel winced as the girl pinched his nipple again. “Okay, okay… please… don’t hurt me…”

“Good boy…” the girl replied, a soothing tone returning to her voice. “Shhhhhh…. So many questions you have… all in good time… You promise to be a good boy?” Daniel nodded slowly, thinking it best to go along with things for the time being. She seemed to have all the cards anyway…

“Yes… I promise,” he said quietly. The girl sat down on the bed adjacent to Daniel’s chest so that she was able to talk to him quietly and listen to the music filling the room.

“Don’t worry Daniel, you won’t miss dinner…” the girl began matter of factly. “Look at the time… on your wall clock…” Daniel glanced across to the novelty wall clock shaped like the Eiffel Tower. It still showed ten minutes past five, even though it appeared to be dark outside and it only being August… He noticed that the second hand was not moving… “My name is Charley and I am a special girl - you are lucky that I found you…”

‘CHARLEY?’ Daniel thought, the colour draining from his face. He tried to wrestle with the snakes holding him down again. He had to get away.

“Oh my god….” Daniel whispered under his breath… “It was you… What did you do to Martin?” His fear was building as everything started to become clearer and his plight was being revealed.

“Oh yes… little Martin,” Charley chuckled, stretching her arms out like someone tired, and then placing her hand onto Daniel’s tummy, running her finger up and down his exposed flesh. “He ran away from me… we used to have a lot of fun together earlier this summer… A lot of fun…”

“You did stuff to him…” Daniel said nervously, trying to hide his fear and confront the girl. “You made him run away…”

“Be careful what you say, little boy…” Charley shot back defensively, joy temporarily vacating her features. “Actually… he ran away because he’s a little wuss… I’m confident though, that you’re more of a ‘man’ than he is…” With that, Charley traced her finger playfully around Daniel’s nipple and across his chest to the other, circling that one too. Daniel recoiled in a failed bid to escape her finger. “Just relax Daniel… you really don’t need to… panic so much…”

“Please just let me go…” Daniel whimpered, feeling a tear starting to well up at the side of his eyes as he blushed on account of his vulnerability and semi-nudity.

“Awww… I know you are scared Daniel Grainger…” Charley whispered. “I know everything about you… Our meeting was no coincidence this morning… I know Martin thought a lot of you - I could see into his mind whenever I touched him. I got to know all of his hopes, all of his fears… everything he liked and everything he disliked. I knew everything that had happened to him, good and bad… An interesting boy…”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Daniel questioned, tugging to try and free his wrists. “How have you got snakes to keep hold of me like this?”

“Like I said, I am quite special…” Charley smiled warmly. “And when I bumped into you - yes, that was actually my fault - it was me seeking you out. Martin had told me a lot about you through his thoughts… and now, following our meeting this morning, I know all about you too…”

“That’s not possible…” Daniel said, trying to dismiss the notion that this girl had some sort of secret powers.

“It is possible…” Charley said brightly. “And I will show you… all in good time.”

“Prove that you know about me… This is some kind of trick… or a dream… Yes, that’s it… this is just a dumb dream…” Daniel continued to deny what was happening.

“Well… I know that you and Martin compared the size of your private parts in his bedroom on Good Friday this year… Martin’s thoughts told me that you are uncircumcised and that technically, you have the larger of the two…” Charley sniggered, tracing her finger around the boy’s nipples again…

“No way! How could you know that?” Daniel gasped in shock, his face turning crimson at the admission.

“Martin’s thoughts told me… and yours do now too… I also know that you have never kissed a girl, and nor have you ever seen a girl naked… not even your sister… though I know you have tried three times this summer to spy on her… And I know that, to your relief, a girl has never seen you naked… Not since you were a baby anyway…” Charley continued to tease his nipples with her finger and Daniel continued to blush, feeling a stirring in his underpants that horrified him. “I know that you are painfully shy, and modest… which is really sweet in a boy… And I know that talking about all this is embarrassing you, and that it’s turning you on… It’s turning me on too… don’t worry… it feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Stop it… this can’t be happening… you’re not real… it’s just a dream… a stupid dream!” Daniel said, horrified that the girl knew so much about him. Private stuff. Stuff that he didn’t even write down in his diary.

“It’s not technically a dream… what is happening is very real… It’s really quite special how it happens… But anyway, on the subject of dreams,” Charley giggled, “I also know that you had your first ‘wet dream’ earlier this summer and that your mother talked about it during dinner, right in front of your little sister… Just so you should know, your sister really enjoyed that… All the girls in her class now know…” Charley was chuckling at Daniel’s ongoing emotional turmoil. “And I know that the wet dream you had was about a girl in your class giving you a kiss on your lips… You must be so easy to please… You really are a wonderful boy… I know that you think I am pretty, and I am flattered by that, thank you… You already know I think you are sexy… But you have no idea what I have planned for you… That’s the best bit… for me anyway… So sweet to know that a boy feels intimidated by me… and you don’t understand why… Martin was afraid too…”

“Please… let me go… don’t hurt me…” Daniel begged as Charley’s finger toyed around the edge of his navel, making his tummy puff out and sink back in as he wriggled to try to get away from her.

“Shhhhhh…. If you are really scared of my snakes, I am sorry,” she soothed. “They are just for show and could never hurt you…” Daniel watched as she whispered something under her breath and clicked her fingers. “Now look…” Charley instructed quietly. Daniel looked at his wrists and ankles and saw that the snakes were no longer there. To his amazement and relief, they had been replaced by fluorescent pink shoelaces. The kind Charley had been wearing on her training shoes at the shopping centre. “That better?”

Daniel nodded his head and breathed a sigh of released anxiety. He still could not understand how four pieces of pink material were able to keep him fully immobilised. And still he did not know why the girl had him tied down to his bed… He reconciled in his mind that she was a witch…

“Are you… errrm… are you a witch?” Daniel asked softly, not sure he really wanted to know the answer.

“I am most definitely not a witch!” Charley chuckled answering his question immediately. “I am much nicer and much more skilful than a witch… But I don’t think you are quite ready to understand everything about me… But rest assured, if you misbehave, I will bring the snakes back… You already know I can… ”

“Okay, okay… But… why me? Why are you doing this to me?” he asked quietly, blinking rapidly.

“Because I can…” Charley replied quickly, continuing to toy with his navel. “I can do anything I want…” Daniel became scared at her words. “I want to have fun… And I love to play with boys like you…” Her fingers snaked downward from his navel and found the edge of his underpants, and Daniel quivered, his body tightening…

“Please…. Not that… Don’t hurt me… I won’t tell… Let me go and I won’t say anything… I promise…” A tear leaked down the side of his face and fell to the duvet as he rambled away a list of promises not to tell, if only she’d set him free. His breathing was racing again as her finger danced back and forth across his tummy, almost threatening to enter his underpants. His body tingled with despair and arousal, butterflies thrumming away at his insides as his nervousness presented a stiffening bulge concealed by his briefs. She was teasing him, her fingers threatening to humiliate him. She was enjoying his torment, feeding her power and her control over him as he felt things he had never had to face before…

“We’re going to have so much fun… We’re made for each other… What are you afraid of Daniel?” Charley bent down and whispered in his ear, her hand moving to toy with his exposed chest.

“I’m… scared…” Daniel, whispered quickly, closing his eyes. “Don’t hurt me… please…” He felt Charley moving. The girl climbed up onto the bed and in between Daniel’s splayed legs. She planted the palms of her hands on the top of his knees as she kneeled up on her legs in the ‘V’ of his lower limbs made by his bondage…

“Don’t be scared…” Charley said quietly. “If you are a good boy… a good little slave boy, everything will be just fine…” Leaning forward slightly, she moved her hand back towards his nipple, circling the areola with a fingertip, and then squeezed hard with her thumb and forefinger, catching Daniel off guard…

“Aghhhhh! PLEASE stop!” Daniel winced and whimpered, a second tear falling from his eye and down his cheek.

“But if you disobey… there will be consequences,” Charley said seriously, then returning her hand back down to Daniel’s knees. “Snakes will be the least of your worries… Do you understand Daniel?”

“Y-yes! I’ll be good,” he replied quickly. “Please…”

“Are you going to be my good little slave boy?” Charley questioned.

“Yes…” he gasped, eager for everything to stop.

“Do you submit to me Daniel?”

“Yes… I sub…mit…”

“I take you as my slave boy then…” Charley beamed victoriously, pronouncing her curse. “To have and to hold you… and to dominate you to my will… To toy and to tease and to have my fill of fun as you surrender your sex and enhance my power… Will you submit to a girl Daniel?”

“Yes…” Daniel gasped, blushing, his eyes still tightly closed out of fear for what the girl might do next.

“Will you submit to a girl and obey her as your mistress?” Charley said more loudly this time, moving her hands up along the boy’s knees and up onto his tummy.

“Yes Charley… I will…” Daniel blustered quickly, ashamed. His body tensed as her fingers danced around his navel and tickled across the flesh at the waistband of his underpants…

“Good boy Daniel,” Charley whispered, suddenly moving herself forward, lying down on top of the stricken boy. Her crotch nestled down onto his as her chest pushed down against his too. Her lips found his and kissed him briefly. It was Daniel’s first kiss and the nervous sexual tension he had been feeling in his underpants twitched slightly and Charley knew that she had conquered yet another shy and modest boy… Modest boys were so easy… She would feast on his nervousness, his shyness and his humiliation… Just like she had with all of the other boys she had conquered through time…

Charley was a ‘Leopold Succubus,’ needing to feed on her victim’s emotions to continue her own existence. At the moment that she had fallen prey to the ‘Leopold Curse,’ she was a twelve year old girl playing in the ruins of a bombed out street in war time London. Both Charley and a slightly younger girl of ten called Gwendolyn were playing ‘prisoner of war’ with a twelve year old boy from Charley’s class. They had ‘captured’ him for pretend questioning.

The boy had reluctantly agreed to play with the girls and on the promise that the girls would show him their knickers. Excited at what he might see, the boy had even allowed Charley to tie him to an old mattress flat on his back using the girls’ skipping ropes. Then the two girls commenced their ‘interrogation.’ As the game progressed, the girls unfastened the boy’s short trousers and exposed his hairless genitals.

Despite the boy’s vehement verbal protestations and ignoring his tearful pleas to be let go, the girls continued to grope, inspect and play with the boy’s private parts totally against his will. As the two girls giggled and teased the poor boy mercilessly about seeing his private parts and what they were doing to him, Charley had felt something, like a hand on her shoulder and a brilliant white light temporarily blinded her. There were faint whispers in her ears, all around her… When her vision had finally cleared, she had looked around the ruined building and could see nobody other than the second girl and the crying boy tied to the mattress… However, she felt different.

As Charley continued to make physical contact with the boy in front of her, she could sense his thoughts and found that his feelings of sexual humiliation, shame, modesty and submission were feeding some previously unfelt need within her. Instead of a curiosity about what a boy’s crown jewels looked like, she had discovered a love, and a need for the humiliation and domination of boys… And she went on to seriously humiliate and dominate the boy in the ruined building that day, encouraging Gwen to do the same…

From that day, Charley was destined to remain a pre-teen girl (which felt great to her) so long as she fed her need, fed on the emotions of her victims… Tragedy intervened in her dominion over that first boy that prevented her from 'visiting' him again. But needing to survive, Charley quickly picked up on the new ‘talents’ that she now possessed and mastered them during her ‘visits’ to other reluctant boys around a damaged London, luring them to her 'den' in the ruins. Her subjects all demonstrated a timidity, a modesty so rich in energy and demonstrating a vibrant fear and humiliation when faced with a powerful young girl able to control and dominate them. There was no shortage of subjects for her to ‘taste…’ They were fearful times for all Londoners. Not knowing if anyone would survive the war.

Naturally, staying as a pre-teen girl meant having to run away from home as the world and people around her continued to age and pass with time. It was easy to ‘melt’ away from a war-torn city like London at the time. It meant that she had to move from place to place, town to town and explore everything that Britain had to offer… particularly the shy, young, submissive boys that she encountered along the way.

The feelings of shame while submitting to a female, sexual humiliation and modesty were the sweetest of emotions in a boy, in her eyes anyway. Daniel possessed these in abundance and it was time once again to feed… and Charley always knew how to manipulate boys like him to get what she wanted. A forced kiss from a timid boy like Daniel would normally satisfy her hunger and needs for more than a week, but Charley was a very greedy girl…

Charley kissed Daniel again, pushing her body downwards onto his. And as he tried to writhe free from his bondage and from beneath the girl, he slowly submitted to the kiss, holding still while her tongue gently pushed his lips apart and entered his virgin mouth. Her tongue dominated his as she took control of him, extracting the power she craved from his humiliation, powerlessness and submission.

When Charley allowed the kiss to finish, Daniel was left spellbound, eyes still shut as the girl pulled away and retreated to a position where she was kneeling again between his legs.

“Mmmm, for a beginner, you kiss well…” Charley praised sweetly, planting her hands down once more onto the top of the boy’s knees. “Look at me Daniel… don’t be shy…” Tentatively, Daniel opened his eyes as he tried to bring his breathing under control and will away the undeniable tingling bulge in his underpants.

The music continued to play gently in the background, rising occasionally to a pleasing crescendo and then continuing, almost soothing, but menacing at the same time. Daniel struggled to maintain eye-contact with the girl sitting between his legs. He felt so powerless being tied to his bed and wearing just his briefs and sporting an agonisingly embarrassing erection concealed within.

‘She’s kissed me…’ Daniel thought. ‘It felt nice… oh god… I’m trapped here… I can’t escape… and she must have noticed I’ve got a stiffy… This is what happened to Martin too… This is horrible… but she is sooo pretty… What am I going to do? Come on, think! What is she going to do next? Oh god…’

Charley continued to smile down at her ‘slave boy,’ enjoying the expressions constantly changing on his face as he tried to come to terms with his situation and his conflicting emotions. She had seen it many times before, but it was always thrilling with a new boy…

“Well then… Danny…” Charley began, tickling the inside of his knees with her fingertips, making him squirm again. “I think it’s time you showed me what’s making that serious looking bulge in your pants hmmmm?”

“Oh please… not that…” Daniel gasped, his body tensing with the prospective act of humiliation drawing nearer. “No… please… you can’t… you mustn’t…” But her fingers traced up the inside of his knees and thighs, tickling up towards his crotch, then sweeping agonisingly past it and up onto his tummy, circling his navel instead. “Please… let me go…”

“But we’re just getting started Danny… I’m a girl, and I always get what I want… and you wouldn’t want me to punish you, would you hmmmm?” she teased, running her tantalising fingers up and down the sides of his chest, paradoxically making him laugh against his wishes. “Silly slave boy…” she chuckled as she continued to tickle his sides and up into his exposed hairless armpits. Daniel tugged hard at the shoelaces that were holding him captive on his bed, as his body reflexes made him giggle underneath the girl’s tickling touch.

“Nnggghh… stop that… it tickles!” Daniel protested. He realised even more how vulnerable he was with the ongoing tickling he was being subjected to, let alone maybe having his young genitals exposed.

“Mmmmm… is my little slave ticklish up there? Hmmm?” Charley giggled as she playfully danced her fingers into her tickle-victim’s sensitive spots under his arms and down his sides. “And here…” using the very tips of her fingers to trace down and then repeatedly around his nipples… “And down here too, hmmmm?” Her fingers circled his navel and then down further to the waistband of his underpants… “And what about… HERE!” she snapped, making Daniel tense in his bondage, just jabbing the tips of her fingers into the waistband of his underpants… pulling it outwards just a trifle. “Are you ticklish in here too?”

“Please! Noooo!” Daniel gasped in horror. “You mustn’t… please don’t do that…”

“Why ever not Danny?” Charley asked teasing, running her fingers back and forth just inside the waistband of his underpants, perilously close to that private part of his body that marked him out clearly as a boy… “It’s just us two… nobody else is going to see… so why not let me look?”

“Because you’re a girl…” Daniel gasped again, a tear of humiliation trickling down his crimson red cheek as he held his breath, fearing the inevitable invasion of his privacy.

“Why does it matter that I’m a girl Danny? Hmmmm? Tell me…” Charley said curiously, already knowing the answer. This was delicious fun for her, one of her favourite elements about breaking in a new boy - where his modesty and his shame showed through powerfully when he felt sexually threatened by a girl. And the fact that because she was a girl, it was somehow, so very bad, so very humiliating for him to be exposed and even touched by her… And she loved it, craved it. She had seen it countless times before, and Daniel’s reactions were no different…

“You’re not supposed to see…” Daniel panted as Charley’s fingers resumed their playful tickling over his tummy and teasing under the waistband of his pants. The sensations were making him lift his bottom off the bed slightly. “Girls are not supposed to see a boy like this…”

“Like what Danny?” Charley whispered, grinning inwardly at his emotional capitulation and his bodily responses and cognitive distortions.

“Tied to the bed… nearly naked and… girls are not supposed to look at boys’ privates… and… ohhhh, please let me go…” Daniel whimpered fearfully. “Oh god… Please don’t do this…”

“Don’t do what Danny?”

“Ohhhh pleease let me go,” he sniffled, closing his eyes again. He was embarrassed to even say it, knowing that it would make him sound like a babyish weakling. “Please don’t pull my pants down and look at me down there… Please… Don’t… don’t touch me… there…”

“Don’t touch you where Danny?” Charley questioned again, aroused at the boy’s reactions to her teasing. “Say it…” Her teasing fingers finally rested at his sides, gripping the elastic of his underpants purposefully, ready to pull them down…

“Noooo! Please don’t pull my pants down… Noooo… nooo, don’t touch my… wi… my willy…” Danny begged, his voice trailing off and tears flowing down his cheeks. She had made him cry and he felt weakened and humiliated. Charley giggled, letting go of his underpants and climbing off the bed.

When he realised that she hadn’t pulled his underpants down, Daniel sighed with unbridled relief and tried to settle his breathing and sobbing down once more, preying inwardly that his erection would soon subside too. He couldn’t help but flex the muscle in his penis and as he did so, a small droplet of liquid oozed out. Wearing white pants, it wouldn’t take long for anyone watching to notice the small wet-spot forming at the front.

“You really are a bashful one aren’t you?” Charley teased, bringing her giggles under control. “You are far too shy… and little boys like you shouldn’t be so modest… We’re going to get along just great…” Daniel sniffed and blinked his tears away as his body started to calm down. He watched suspiciously as Charley closed her eyes and whispered quietly under her breath…

When Charley opened her eyes, she looked down first at Daniel’s underpants and smiled inwardly at the noticeable little wet-spot that had formed. It was an indication that her new play-mate was excited, one way or the other. Having become flaccid once again, she knew he was nearly ready… She moved towards the head of the bed and bent down to kiss Daniel once more, this time for much longer than previously. Again, her young feminine tongue invaded Daniel’s mouth and drank in his feelings of powerlessness and submission… She loved dominating boys, even just through kissing… It was but a simple and basic demonstration of a female’s power over a male…

Whilst Daniel didn’t feel any more secure in his situation, he started to regain his composure as he submitted to the kiss that Charley was imposing on him. The sound of the waltzing music and the intoxicating aroma of her coconut balm invaded his senses, nullifying any reservations about rejecting the kiss… The act of kissing itself was new to him, and he liked the sensations of being kissed - just like he had experienced in his dream - but it was small reward for him in comparison with the circumstances in which he found himself… Feeling like a prisoner, tied down and nearly naked, and with a girl in charge of him. That continued to terrify and embarrass him.

‘Mmmmm.’ Daniel thought, his eyes closing to submit to the kiss. ‘I like kissing… Noooo, this is so bad… she nearly stripped me naked and saw me, down there… And what if she’d actually touched me there… Oh god… that would be so humiliating, especially her being a girl… a pretty girl… I admitted to being her slave… Oh noooo… Mmmm, I like kissing though… Oh god…. What’s happening to me… Is this even real?’

Charley reached up underneath one of the pillows at the head of the bed and retrieved the item that she had willed into place there by casting one of her well practiced spells… a peacock feather. Taking hold of it, she broke off the kiss and waved it in front of the boy’s curious face, it taking a few seconds for him to register in his mind that she was holding something to tickle him with.

“Wh… what are you going to do with that?” stammered Daniel, licking his lips pensively, his eyes bulging slightly at the realisation of what it was most likely going to be used for.

“Hush my sweet,” Charley giggled, waving the feather like a sword through the air and around in circles. “Time for a little game of ‘tickle and truth…’ The rules are simple, you lie back and stay relaxed, while I slowly get what I want…”

“Nooo, wait… noooo… I don’t want to be tickled again… please… let me go…” Daniel gabbled, sensing something horrible was going to happen to him. Charley meanwhile went to the foot of the bed and kneeled down on the floor, within tickling range of her slave-boy’s feet.

“This is about what I want…” Charley said purposefully. “Not about what you want… You’re mine to play with until I say otherwise, as your mistress… So let’s start, here!” With that, Charley applied the feather to the sole of Daniel’s right foot. Instantly, Daniel took a big gulp of air and the bottom of his foot flexed and tensed, making a furrowed and dimpled pattern on it. He tried to move his foot out of the way of the merciless long feather, but he found his movement severely restricted by the pink shoelaces.

Very quickly, Daniel had to let his breath go as he started to lose the battle and begin to whimper and giggle against his will. His toes were flexing and spreading under the paradoxical strain of the tickling feather. This was no ordinary tickling feather… it felt like ten feathers all tickling mercilessly at the same time… Charley began alternating her attack from foot to foot, heightening the random outburst of enforced giggling from the stricken boy at her command.

“Hmmmm, we’re having fun now Danny aren’t we?” Charley asked rhetorically. “Boys like you need a good tickle…” She giggled. “Now it’s time for you to tell the truth…” With that, Charley stood up and continued her tickling, this time along the insides of Daniel’s legs and towards his inner thighs. The feather was causing all sorts of distress to the captive boy, struggling to gain his breath amidst fits of giggles against his will. He was powerless to stop her.

“Nnnnngghghh! Stop!! Ha, hah, haah!” Daniel wailed, his eyes tightly shut as he tried in vain to ride the tickling without laughing or giving any false indication that he might have been enjoying Charley’s attention. His penis had started to react again as the feather industriously teased the inside of his thighs… “Please stop!!”

“Silly little boy!” Charley giggled and continued her feathery onslaught, moving now to tease his tummy and the sensitive dimple around his navel. “So Danny… do you think I am pretty?”

“YES! Ha haah aggghhh… it tickles… stop it ha ahhh Aah…”

“And, am I your mistress?”

“Nnggghh haah… Hahaah! Y-yesss!” the boy replied with difficulty, battling through his gasps and discomfort, his tummy bulging and then sinking as he endeavoured to avoid the tickling feather.

“Good boy… and you submit to me because I’m a girl and you’re just a boy for me to play with hmmmm?” Charley asked, now tickling up the boy’s exposed sides and into his arm pits.

“Nnngngghhh, y-yessss! Please stop! I submit… Pleeeeeaaassseee! Hahaahhhaaah…” Daniel begged, his face crimson with effort and shame and tears once more building in his eyes as the girl continued her domination of him.

“Good little slave boy…” Charley praised, beaming with victory as she watched Daniel writhing and struggling against his bonds. “And will my slave give me what I want? Hmmmm?”

“Yesssss!!! Pleaassse, just stop… Please!! Arrgghh haaahhaahhh…” Daniel panted, perspiration forming on his forehead, his underpants bulging. Charley knew that her victim was near to breaking point as she controlled the super-powered feather on it’s tour of Daniel’s most sensitive ticklish places.

“Good boy then…” Charley praised sweetly, moving the feather’s touch back down between Daniel’s legs and the sensitive tingling flesh of his inner thighs, up and down. “Do you really want me to stop Danny?”

“Oh yeessss… pleasssse! Please stop… it’s too much…” Daniel gasped, his bottom once more trying to lift off the bed as his crotch tingled and bulged embarrassingly.

“Danny… listen to me… to make this tickling stop… all you have to say is, ‘Please Mistress Charley, pull down my pants and play with me…’ Think you can do that?” Charley challenged, a smirk of satisfaction etching across her face as the feather relentlessly controlled the boy’s reactions and his immediate destiny…

“W-what? Haahhaah, haah ha ha… Nooo! Please… Not that… Please haah hah…” Daniel stammered breathlessly, tears flowing from his eyes as he wrestled for breath in between his forced giggling. His mind recoiled in horror at the thought that Charley was going to expose him and… worse still, ‘play’ with him. His thoughts briefly flickered with hope that he might just be able to last long enough to ride out the merciless tickling storm of the feather until Charley got bored, or he just simply passed out.

‘But… oh god noooo… she’ll just do it anyway…’ Daniel reasoned. ‘Shit… nooo… this can’t be happening… Shit… a girl is going to pull down my pants and… see my privates… and… ohhh please nooo… she’s going to touch me… down there… nooooo! MUMMY!!! Please don’t let her… Please… Noooo!’

“It’s all you have to say Danny…” Charley said as if she had made a final offer in a multi-million pound deal. Moving back to the foot of the bed, she began the tickling again on the soles of Daniel’s feet, making his toes stretch out and tense once more. “All you have to say is, ‘Please Mistress Charley, pull down my pants and play with me…’”

“MUMMY!!” Daniel shouted at the top of his voice, his body straining hard against the ‘power’ of the pink shoelaces. He was rebelling and defying Charley’s wishes. “Help me… MUMMY! Ha haaa haah hah… There’s a GIRL! MUMMY… She’s got me… Help me… She’s going to…”

“Silly slave boy!” Charley scoffed dismissively as the feather continued to swipe agonisingly across the soles of Daniel’s feet. “Look at the clock… Mummy can’t hear you right now… Nobody can, apart from me… It’s just you, and me…” And Daniel did look fleetingly at the novelty Eiffel Tower clock. Through his tears, he could see that it still showed ten minutes past five and the second hand was still not moving… “Now it’s time to obey me like you said you would… and say it! Or I might have to punish you…”

Daniel took a deep breath and swallowed as his feet quivered and jiggled around to try and escape the feather-light touch. He realised the helplessness of his situation and that Charley had him totally at her mercy and it felt scary and shameful… And his cock tingled and betrayed him with a confusing stiffness… He braced himself to submit to the fact that Charley would not stop until she got what she wanted…

“Pleeasse… Mistress Charley,” Daniel begged, tears falling on crimson cheeks. “Pull… down my…” He paused and gasped and tried to ‘sniff’ back his tears. “Pull down my, pants, and… play… play with me…” Instantly, the tickling stopped and brought a shocked and rapid sigh of relief from Daniel’s mouth. He’d done it… While he was composing himself, Charley leaped up excitedly onto the bed and into the ‘V’ made by his spread legs.

“Good slave boy!” Charley beamed, soothing her hands up and down the boy’s chest and tummy, using her forefingers to simultaneously circle his two nipples. “I knew you’d be a big brave boy for me… not like that dumb friend of yours… He made me punish him, hard… before he let me get what I wanted…”

‘Shit!’ Daniel thought as he closed his eyes to blink away his remaining tears and tried to gather his emotions together. ‘Martin must have held out longer than me… Brave Martin…’ He felt Charley lean forward and rest down on top of him once more, feeling the warmth at the crotch of her pyjama bottoms as she relaxed down onto the bulge of his underpants. He opened his eyes and quickly felt the hardness of her young chest, hidden in her pyjama top as it made contact with his naked equivalent. Then the briefest of moments of eye contact as she planted a re-assuring kiss on his dry, salty lips…

“Let’s dry these sensitive little eyes of yours,” Charley whispered warmly, using her thumbs to brush away the last of his tears. “I’m so proud of you Danny… being a big brave boy like that for me and obeying me… and not making me have to punish you…” Kissing him again, Charley withdrew and kneeled up straight, being sure to maintain eye contact as she looked down at him, pushing her chest out proudly to emphasise her femininity… “It’s so much nicer when boys obey girls… isn’t it Danny? See how good things can be hmmmm? With girls in charge…”

Daniel wrestled within himself as he looked up into Charley’s sensual, glistening eyes, and she looked down at him with her girlish beauty. He wanted to run and hide from her, but was tied to the bed and vulnerable to the will of the dominant, pretty girl… He wanted his pyjamas to cover his shame and modesty, and to save him from what she was most likely to do next. But he was powerless to stop her. His breathing became deep, his cheeks crimson and his bottom lip being massaged by his teeth. He swallowed.

“Very well then Danny…” Charley whispered, the merest hint of a playful, whimsical smile on her pretty face, as her fingers traced up and down his tummy, playing with his navel. “You want me to pull down you pants and play with you… hmmmm?”

“Yesss…” Daniel lied, blinking his eyes and looking away from his young mistress. His body language instantly indicating his lie to Charley…

“Are you sure?” Charley asked, enjoying every humiliating second of her dominance over her new young slave. She put a playful finger into his navel and then traced it in teasing, wavy lines down his tummy to the edge of his underpants… “I mean, I wouldn’t want to do anything that you didn’t want me to do…” The crook of her forefingers entered the top of his pants, and Daniel gasped to hold his breath. “Do you really want me to pull down your pants?”

“Yes!” Daniel lied again, blinking his eyes to look away once more. Charley knew he was lying and enjoyed it. This was delicious role play for her, getting her victim to tell her to pull his pants down, even though it wasn’t what he wanted at all. It was kind of like a role reversal, but she was still very much in command…

“But Danny… and this is important…” Charley retorted in a falsely serious, emotionless tone. “Wouldn’t you be… scared and embarrassed? To have me… to have a girl, pull down your underpants?” To emphasise her point, she gently tugged at the material, enough to pull it slightly away from his tummy but lacking any power to move them down. Daniel gasped. “I mean… I would get to see your private parts then… and that’s naughty isn’t it? A girl getting to see a boy’s… thing… It wouldn’t be fair… Girls aren’t supposed to look… are they Danny?”

“It’s… it’s okay… do it…” Daniel lied for a third time, breathing heavily and wishing now that his tormentress would just get on with it and get it all over with… Charley sensed his impatience at his ongoing humiliation, and it was delightful. His mind was radiating all of the emotional power she would need to last an entire Earth year!

“Say it then… tell me what to do with you…” she grinned, letting his underpants go and instead, grazing her fingertips up and down over the top of his spread thighs.

“Please Mistress Charley… I want you to pull down my pants…” Daniel began, his heart pounding in his chest, the butterflies returning to thrum their overcharged dance on the inside of his tummy. He closed his eyes tight. “And I want you to play with me…” He blushed, and held his breath.

And Charley complied with her slave’s wish… She used her fingers to march like little girl scouts on parade, making their way quickly up his thighs and onto his tummy… Her forefingers circled either side of his navel, making Daniel tense. Curiosity bit him and forced his eyes open to see what Charley was doing, begging inside for her to let him go, hoping that there would be a reprieve before he was bared…

Daniel watched as Charley’s fingers finally circled down into the waistband of his bulging underpants… one, two, three, four fingers on each hand entering the material at the sides… which then tugged… and tugged down… He watched in helpless slow motion as the girl pulled his underpants down, freeing his erection and listening to her playful giggling as his most private parts were revealed. Unable to stomach the spectacle unfolding between his legs, he switched his vision to Charley’s face. Smirking and giggling in the direction of his privates, he couldn’t bare to see that either and shut his eyes tight.

“There… all done…” Charley announced brightly as she finished pulling Daniel’s underpants down as far as they would go given his spread legs, and she looked down at the wonderful specimen of preteen boyhood in front of her. She studied his newly exposed genitals like a child who had opened a star present on Christmas morning. His erect penis stood in salute to her by some estimated four inches, smooth and pale pink in colour… The tip was covered by a pouty little foreskin which concealed his tingling glans. The little puffy ring of flesh at the end of his foreskin was a slightly deeper shade of pink and possessed a droplet of his tell-tale pre-cum, confirming his arousal to her.

Under the tube of his boyhood nestled the wrinkled pink sac of his scrotum. Charley was able to clearly identify where each of his vulnerable testicles were as the furrowed flesh was taught, holding them up close to his body as a result of his exposure, arousal and fear. And above, mainly hairless, but definitely pubescent, Daniel possessed a thin crop of thirty or forty pubic hairs around only the very base of his penis. Charley was ecstatic with her new toy… she couldn’t wait to get to grips with him…

Daniel continued to blush with unbridled humiliation as he felt the girl’s eyes looking at all of the most secret places on his body. Worse still, he had been the one that had told her to pull his pants down… even if it were to save him from being punished. It felt horrible to have a girl openly looking at his privates while tied to his own bed… It wouldn’t have felt anywhere near as bad, and maybe even nice if she had shown him something of hers, or if she was his girlfriend. But he was her slave boy… He felt weak. And it got worse, he was erect… His thoughts of helplessness made the muscle in his cock flex and made his penis waggle slightly, humiliating him further.

“What a nice… little thingy… you have Daniel…” Charley beamed as she continued to look. “I don’t much care for the word ‘pe-nis,’ I find that far too scientific and needlessly formal. I don’t really like the word ‘dick’ or ‘cock’ either… Such vulgar terms. I know… let’s just call it a good old fashioned ‘thingy’ or a ‘willy.’” Daniel blushed again as Charley reeled off a list of words that were going to be used to describe his private parts. He wanted to rebel, but feared some sort of horrible punishment.

Daniel sensed everything go quiet and still apart from the music and the sound of his breathing. He cagily opened one eye far enough to see that Charley had her eyes closed and was whispering under her breath again… The reason why soon became clear.

“There… much better out of the way… I couldn’t get them down any further because of how you’re lying there with your legs apart…” Charley informed. Daniel looked down, and confirmed that his underpants had now fully disappeared, leaving him totally naked and at the mercy of his preteen mistress. “Now I can see everything nice and clearly… what a handsome boy you are… all naked and helpless…” Daniel blushed at Charley’s ongoing torment of him.

“Now that I have done what you asked and pulled down your pants… what was it you wanted me to do next slave boy Danny? Hmmm?” Charley asked, her voice light and seemingly without a care in the world. “Tell Mistress Charley what to do…”

“Please Mistress Charley…” Daniel said softly, pausing to bite his lip as he continued his journey through very uncharted and choppily humiliating waters. “Please play with me…”

“And what is it you want me to play with slave boy Danny?” she asked, ramping up her teasing pressure once again. Daniel gulped and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Please Mistress Charley… Please play with my… pee… Please play with my willy…” he finished quickly after nearly using a word that he knew would displease the girl. Charley giggled sweetly, manoeuvring herself between Daniel’s legs so that she was closer to her prize.

Charlie firmly grasped the boy’s erection with her right hand, holding it like a television remote control and pulling her hand gently along it, away from the base… she was testing his firmness and softness. Daniel breathed in with the electrical shock of her touch - the sensation was unexpected and quite different from when he had ‘handled’ himself in the past. He flushed scarlet with shame knowing that a girl had now touched him, down there…

“Nnnnngghghh…” Daniel gasped as Charley let go and then repeated the action, gripping his penis a little tighter this time. Over and over, Charley repeatedly gripped and tugged her fingers along the short length of his rigid masculinity.

“Good boy Danny… you’re being so big and brave… I just love your little willy…” Charley soothed, gently planting her other hand on his scrotum. “Do you see how nice it is with a girl in charge Danny? Feels good… Hmmmm?”

“Y-yesss….” Daniel hissed as his submission continued, slowly becoming accustomed to the feelings of being groped by a girl and the bitter-sweet, horrible and nice paradox that being dominated by a girl portends.

“If every boy could be as brave as you and obey a girl… the world would be a better place… wouldn’t it Danny?” Charley said, fingering the furrows of his wrinkled ball sac and changing her action along his shaft to simply tickle it with her fingertips. “Does it feel nice Danny? Hmmm?”

“Ohhhh, Yeahhhh…. Mmmmmm, it feels… nice…” Daniel replied, hypnotised by the newly found sensations within his sexuality. His humiliation had been temporarily put to a far corner of his mind as he subconsciously allowed the girl to control him solely with his genitals.

“You’re all naked and tied on your bed and a pretty girl is playing with your willy… So, very naughty… so very embarrassing,” Charley teased. “But so very nice, hmmmm?”

“Nice…. Mmmmmmm….”

Charley briefly toyed with his testicles, ‘safe’ in their little sac, listening to Daniel’s thoughts as he continued to submit to her delicious dominance. She sensed that Daniel liked the feeling of his balls being gently juggled. Boys were so easy to control when they were like this… having their boy parts toyed with… She spotted the drop of pre-cum make a run for it over the tip of his penis and down along his shaft…

“Let’s see what’s in here…” she said quietly, gripping the boy’s penis just under the covered glans. Daniel gasped with invigorated tingling arousal and blushed crimson as he began to feel Charley pull downwards on the skin covering his glans. She was pulling back his foreskin…

“Nnnngghh ooggggghhhhhh… Charley… nooooo….” Daniel whimpered, realising that an even more private spot on his body was being exposed. With a tantalising ‘pop’ feeling, the foreskin finally drew back fully and into place behind the revealed purple grey tip of his naked masculinity. It was shiny and wet with his pubescent arousal… on show to a girl for the first time…

“Oh yes Danny… very nice looking willy…” Charley beamed victoriously, ogling the tiny little slit from which she knew he urinated, amongst other things. She ran her finger over the sensitive little frenulum on the bottom of his glans and made her naked boy prisoner jerk slightly at her tingling touch. “And all mine to play with… You still want me to play with you don’t you?”

“Ohhhh god… please…” Daniel breathed heavily, pulling at his bonds… “I feel ill… it tingles and my stomach feels funny… I don’t think I can do this any more… Please Charley…”

“You silly boy…” Charley giggled. “That just means that your body is excited… I get that too… I’m excited now… all because of you Danny, my little naked slave boy…” With that, Charlie allowed the foreskin to slide back over the tip of Daniel’s boyhood and took control of it again, gripping firmly.

“Charley pleassssee… I don’t know what’s happening…” Daniel was tense against his bonds as Charley started to masturbate him. It was slow and deliberate at first, just small up and down strokes along the flesh between his crotch and underneath the bulb of his glans. He took deeper breaths as Charley started to quicken her pace and allow her hand travel further up and down his erection. Controlling him…

“Am I making you feel good, Danny?” Charley whispered loud enough for him to hear above the sound of his breathing and that of the music.

“Mmmmmmm… Ohhhhhh what’s happening?” Daniel responded pitifully confused, aroused and embarrassed.

“Do you want me to stop playing with your willy?”

“Noooooo… pleeeeaaassse… don’t stop… Nngggghhh…” Danny gasped, an incredible spectrum of thoughts passing through his mind. With his eyes closed, he was imagining how it looked with Charley playing with his genitals like this. It felt so very good… but he couldn’t disguise his modesty and shame.

‘Ohhhh god… it shouldn’t happen,’ Danny thought. ‘A girl is playing with my dick… Noooooo! It’s not allowed… I can’t stop her… Ohhh god it’s wonderful… I don’t want to stop her…’ Daniel raised his bottom off the bed, encouraging Charley’s hand to grip tighter and stroke faster… Though Danny was a boy and could never understand the significance of what he was doing, Charley knew that it meant that her slave boy was ready to fully submit himself to her… offering her the fruit of his loins in worship… It had happened so many times before, and it was delightful…

Charley obliged, gripping his shaft tighter, and quickening her pace, noticing that each stroke was now gradually drawing back his foreskin again. It wasn’t many seconds before Daniel’s hips began to shake and he muttered breathlessly about needing to use the toilet.

“Noooo… I’m going to pee… Stop!” Danny shouted. “Nggghhhh... Noooooo!” Charley knew it was time, and firmly tugged back the protesting boy’s foreskin once more, his glans now a fiery red colour and looking eager to strike like an enraged cobra.

“I think slave boy Danny’s going to cum…” Charley chanted playfully as she let go of his penis and sat back to watch - she had lit the touch paper and had retreated from the firework… It was true, Daniel’s body pulsed with the sexual explosion that nature had given him. The first wave of tingling electricity bolted from his loins and along his shaft, spreading through the glans of his penis… His first slippery ribbon of sperm shot wetly from the bobbing and aimless tip of his cock…

“Nnnnngghghh…Noooooo…” Daniel protested as his body jerked and spurt after humiliating spurt seemed to course from his very sex, looping into the air in all directions. He could hear Charley giggling at him as he was experiencing his orgasm and there was nothing he could do to stop her joy… He couldn’t get her to close her eyes, he couldn’t cover himself up… He was exposed, helpless and cumming…. All in front of a girl…

The room suddenly went dark and Daniel felt himself falling… downward… falling… and cumming… The sound of the wind rushing past his ears and the coldness of his nudity.

As Daniel’s senses returned, he could hear music first… Manic Street Preachers… ‘Send Away The Tigers…’ It was what he was listening to before the ‘event.’ His eyes opened and the focus returned quickly… He looked around, taking everything in… there was nobody else in the room. His crotch was tingling and he moved his hands there… he was wearing underpants… white underpants… They were soaking at the front and his cock was still sensitive to touch.

Daniel tentatively pulled the material of his underpants up and over his cock, disgusted at the mess he found inside. All sticky and horrid - evidence that he had ejaculated in his underpants while having some sort of surreal dream. He looked at the Eiffel Tower clock on his wall… It showed eleven minutes past five and the second hand was moving…

‘What the hell happened?’ Daniel thought, getting himself up and ready for his shower… He needed to do something about those pants…

Postscript -
There is a fifth dimension beyond which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call, The Twilight Zone…

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Daniel Grainger will return in Chapter 2... Playing Doctor…

(The End)