21st Century Subterranean Slavery : Part V

She picked her up and sat down placing her black lover on her lap. They hugged and kissed warmly.

“How do you feel being displayed in the lineup every night?”

“I’m rarely there sweetie.”

“How do you get to the clients then?”

“The photo shoot, they pick me out of the album.”

“But…I’m in an album too.”

“Yes but I’m not only naked in the album. I’m shown as a baby in diapers sucking a soother; also dressed like youngsters at various ages playing with dolls and stuff. The syndicate is caching in on my baby face.”

“Ouch…that’s really weird.

“Yes but on top of that, it’s insulting; I am an adult woman. As far as acting out being a baby or a youngster of whatever age and submitting to whatever they do to me; I’ve gotten used to that. They’re all very nice and loving clients, no riding crops other than erotic groping hand spankings when I’m naughty; everyone loves my bubble butt. Some of them undress, bathe and then dress me again, treating me like a doll or watch me doing it.”

“Dress you with what?”

“There are five of us midgets in this program. We each have a special client room equipped with closets stocked with clothing our size including underwear; you know the frilly lace kinds. There are dolls to play and all kinds of toys. There is a baby crib and diapers, baby bathtub and feeding bottles for those who are turned on by that kind of thing.

“The client can pick out whatever he wants me to wear. I was trained after my deflowering and three days with the monster and the madam, for one month by the super of our little department before serving my first client. I think it’s like going to acting school.”

One eight six fondled her perky black breast. “I don’t get it you acting a youngster with these beautiful tits.”

“They have flesh colored bands with two opening for my nipples flattening my breast. They come with various sized opening depending on what stage of maturity they fancy.”

“That is incredible and more than a little bizarre.”

“Yes it is, but whenever I have any qualms I visualize the pits, the madams riding crop and the beast; so I’ll move heaven and earth to fulfill my clients every sexual fantasy, no matter what.”

“So after these men play dress up with you or whatever do they fuck you?”

“Every client is different. Some take me to bed and fuck me like a woman. Others masturbate while fondling me or watching me dress or undress, some fit it between my thighs from the back or the front and ejaculate that way.

Many perform oral sex on me or want me to do it to them. In both cases I act like it’s my first time and pretend I don’t want to do it. They try all kind things depending on the age I’m supposed to be, like promising candy or certain toys as a reward. Sometimes when I’m a teen they’ll spank me very lightly, then caressing and sometimes kissing my ass cheeks while I cry, promising to be good. Then of course in the case of them licking my pussy I eventually have a loud climax and ask them what happened to me. My super teaches us that it bolsters the male ego to satisfy a female.

“With the blow jobs, eventually after much bribing, including gentle instructions I magically become an experienced fellatio artist. Again the super teaches us that at some point the client’s fantasy ends and the reality of ejaculation begins; we much learn to determine that point.

“I don’t swallow unless persuaded, usually by him scraping some with a finger and touching it to my lips. I always make a face at first but after a few more tries I open wide, licking my lips pretending that it’s delicious. Then I eagerly suck his finger and sometimes his cock; slurping as much as I can while smiling appreciatively.

“Midgets are a big turn on for many regular sized men; we drive them wild. I’ve had many clients ejaculate one way or another up to ten times during a session. Some jerk off while hugging and kissing me as soon as I enter the room; usually dressed in very short frilly nightgown, lace panties, lace ankle socks, cute slippers and a flower in my hair”

“You mean men play with midgets dressing and undressing them like dolls. I can’t believe that.”

“You learn a lot about the true nature of at least some men when you’re a midget. They are very caring though; most want me to call them uncle. Many times they just want you on their laps for a long time, hugging, kissing and snuggling them while they fondle you; like we’re doing now. I have fallen to sleep in the arms of many clients that way, before being gently awakened and undressed or partly undressed for actual sex.”

“I still don’t get it; you’re an amply developed woman and incredibly curvaceous, nothing like a youngster at all.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m three foot-seven inches, cute as a button and some men imagine me at a certain age and it’s my responsibility as a sex slave to bring that fantasy to life.”

“Some women are crazy about midgets too.” She kissed her passionately. “Have you ever been punished by the Madam for not performing properly?”

“Never in my nine months here. That horrible pit and the beast absolutely terrify me; I pay strict attention to my super’s tutoring and do exactly what he and any client demands. No one has ever complained about my obedience and absolute willingness to please.”

“Does the super fuck you as well?”

“Yes, usually one or two of us daily. He treats us like women when making love to us though; no weird stuff. He uses many different positions and includes oral sex almost every time. It’s part of our training and if he’s loving me for instance the other midgets are always there to watch and learn. When I say making love to us, that’s exactly what he does. After such a session we’re encouraged to ask question and discuss the motives or advantages of the many different ways of doing it.

“He takes the clients role when teaching us how to please them but then he doesn’t ejaculate.

“There is an assistant female who looks after our bathroom needs…hair and so on; there is a complete bathroom there. He picks one of us to have lesbian sex with her daily, which everyone also watches.

“He also lends us out to other supers at regular intervals; I think it is a compulsory exchange program ordered by the beast. It includes him of course, the madam, the doctor and the dentist. You know everybody gets a piece of us.”

“It’s the same for the rest of us.”

“The five of us, actually six right now are kept separately in a special cell block. The sixth is a doll faced Asian Indian midget, right out of the pits and her three days with the beast and madam. She’s still in shock; while being trained to replace a three year veteran.”

“What do you mean veteran?”

“She’s an African midget who’s been here three years and is loosing that sweet baby faced look. So, she’ll soon be moved to the regular midget cell block. She’s happy however; she’ll be treated like an adult from then on.”

“Yes but then she’ll be subjected to client beatings like we were tonight.”

“That’s true but a few lashes and some tears are better than being treated like something you’re not. We’re adults and I would gladly accept regular lashes to get out of my present situation.

“Anyway that’s how we’re trained; we don’t leave our cell block except for swimming and sunbaths; even the female wrestling super comes to our cell block. Our super teaches us all we need to know about sex and acting a certain age, how to dress, undress and look shy or scared; how to act when told to or being undressed shyly covering oneself or crying with shame or being eager and willing. There no end to the training scenarios, we practice constantly every day. Another difference is that we’re never chained, wear any restraints and were not marked.”

“But you have one-four-eight on your thigh?”

It is some kind of temporary ink and will be washed off in the morning.

“So you’re chained and numbered only when in an auction?”

“I’m being prepared for the day when I lose my cute glow. I’ve even been in the lineup a few times lately, so I know about restraints, carrying that iron ball and being referred to by number.”

“Do you have a meditation hour before serving your clients like we do?”

“Yes it’s almost like hypnosis isn’t it? It seems to transport me from reality to a make believe world. I usually feel like a fairytale princess before entering the room. The super tells us that it lends an air of mystique and graceful obedience to our presence when we enter the room and face the client.

He has taught us to enter and stand there, breathing deeply, head cocked a bit making eye contact, with one finger in the corner of your mouth while absently minded lifting the hem of the nightie revealing a bit of pantie.”

“So you feel bad about being treated like a youngster?”

“All midgets do in the outside world too, people think you’re cute and pat you on the head and stuff. That infuriates most midgets or little people as you’re supposed to say.

“I’m sorry but I actually think midget is a sexy term and that…you are cute…does that make you angry?”

“You’re my lover, so midget is a term of endearment.” She kissed her warmly.

“So until you lose that glow you’re stuck where you are.”

“Like any of us, what choice do I have, other than the devils hole with its rats and snakes? My initial nine days was enough; I was terrified out of my wits, totally horrified and obeyed all orders slavishly when released.