A Favor for Danny Boy - Halloween

"This is a little embarrassing," she said flatly. "My slave was supposed to meet me here at the party, but there was an accident out on the interstate and she is stuck in traffic." She laughed slightly, "Luckily I gave her permission to wear something on the way here or she might be giving the other motorists-- and the police-- a little surprise."

She turned to survey the crowd of people in the room. "But the show must go on," she said brightly. "And my sub meter is quivering. I think there is a little subbie here among us who would be willing to take slave's place for the evening."

She pointed to the corner opposite me and said firmly, "You, Tinkerbell, you look like a submissive. Do you have a Master or Mistress?"

A young woman who had to be more than six feet tall jumped up in surprise and then stepped forward very timidly. She was dressed in a very typical Tinkerbell costume consisting of very pale greenish-white stocking, a very short green dress cut into triangles at the bottom, and, of course, a set of clear wings which sprouted out of her back. After much effort she finally said, "No."

"That is 'No, Mistress Latisha'... at least for the evening," the Mistress said. Then she added, "Leave your wings behind and come out here."

The girl stood there trembling for a moment or two and then reached under her arm to detach something. The wings fell to the floor behind her and she started to step out to join Mistress Latisha. She stopped however, when the Mistress said loudly, "On second thought, leave it all behind and come out here. Don't worry, you won't need it."

The girl slipped her short green dress over her head and left it on the arm of a couch. She wasn't wearing a bra, so all she now had on were the green panties and her stockings. She stuck her thumbs in the sides of the panties and pushed downward taking the stockings with her. Maybe they were one piece. In any case they were soon on the floor between the girl's legs.

"Now come out here and stand next to me," Mistress Latisha ordered. Tinkerbell immediately complied. She looked almost ghostly-white standing next to Mistress Latisha.

"Did you come out here of your own free will?" Mistress Latisha asked. Tinkerbell nodded her head.

"You have to say it out loud, Tink." Mistress Latisha said firmly. Then she repeated the question. "Did you come out here of your own free will?"

"You ordered me to," Tinkerbell said in a quivering voice.

"But you chose to obey, didn't you?" Mistress Latisha pressed, and Tinkerbell said softly, "Yes, I chose to obey."

"Thank you," Mistress Latisha said emphatically. "Now I'm going to explain what you and I are going to do for these nice people." She picked up a long-handled crop and said, "To show that you and I are a kinky couple, you are going to allow me to spank you with this crop." She used the crop to point to two objects on the floor that were each the size of a softball. "But to make it more interesting," she continued, "you are going to roll these dice. one will say where and one will say how many strokes."

Both die were pentagonal dodecahedrons, meaning they had twelve sides. On one die, each pentagon-shaped side contained a number. Mistress Latisha held up that die and said, "There could be one to twelve strokes." She held up the other die and said, "This one is to choose tits, ass, or cunt. Notice that there are eight that say ass, three that say tits, and one that says cunt."

She turned to Tinkerbell and said firmly, "That means you could get as little as one smack on the ass or as much as twelve on your cunt. Are you willing to allow me to punish you like this?"

Tinkerbell again nodded her head.

"That won't do, slave Tinkerbell," Mistress Latisha almost yelled. "You have to say it out loud. You have to say 'I am willing to take this punishment from Mistress Latisha.'"

The naked girl swallowed very hard and then said in a clear voice "I am willing to take this punishment from Mistress Latisha because I deserve it."

Mistress Latisha handed both dice to Tinkerbell and said firmly, "Roll the dice, slave, and see what the actual punishment will be."

The naked Tinkerbell rolled the first die and the entire crowd shouted out loudly, "Cunt!"

Tinkerbell's face blanched and her eyes widened. "Throw the second die!" Mistress Latisha commanded and Tinkerbell rolled the die almost over to where I was sitting. The cry from the crowd this time was "Twelve!"

The naked Tinkerbell was visibly shaking as Mistress Latisha put her hand on Tink's shoulder and said in a normal tone of voice. "You know what the punishment is now. I'm going to ask you once more, are you willing?"

Tinkerbell took a deep breath and then said softly, "I am willing to take this punishment from Mistress Latisha because I deserve it."

The wooden chair from Master Leo's lion taming was still in the center of the room, so Mistress Latisha had Tink sit on the chair facing the back. The Mistress started to tie Tink's ankles to the back legs of the chair but then stopped and said, "I think you are submissive enough to stay in place without being tied." She stepped back and said, "Lie back until your head is on the floor and reach under the chair to grab your ankles."

Tinkerbell followed the Mistress' instructions. Her legs were now held wide apart by the back of the chair and her near-contortionist position caused her bare cunt to be pushed up and on display.

Mistress Latisha leaned down over Tinkerbell and said, "I am going to give you four soft, four medium, three hard, ... and one to remember the evening by."

She stepped back and looked out at the people in the room. She tested the crop in the air several times before beginning. Then she gave the swats as she had stated. The first four were relatively light and Tinkerbell merely winced slightly when they hit. The next four were harder and Tink grunted and said "Ow," with each stroke. The next three were hard enough to be heard by everyone in the room. So were Tinkerbell's cries of pain. Mistress Latisha paused before the last swat. The crop hovered above the poor girl's already punished cunt. Then with a quick snap, the crop shot up and then down, directly on Tinkerbell's clit. This time the splat of the crop hitting was drowned out by Tinkerbell's scream of pain.

While Tinkerbell was still in place, crying and sobbing, Mistress Latisha took a deep bow to the crowd. The applause was the loudest yet. So, too, were the shouts of "Bravo!" and "Kinky!"

When the applause died out, Mistress Latisha bent over to help Tinkerbell back to her feet. She had to tell her to let go of her ankles. Somehow, despite the pain, Tinkerbell had held in place as ordered. Once Tinkerbell was back on her feet Mistress Latisha said almost softly, "You can go back to your seat now, Tinkerbell. If you want to explore being my slave further, give me a call." She pulled a card out of the top of her costume and handed it to the still crying girl.

Someone threw the Tinkerbell dress and panties out from the corner where Tink had left them but they overshot the center of the room and landed on the floor next to my chair. Since the stockings hadn't flown through the air with them, apparently they were not one piece after all.

The naked and crying Tinkerbell came back to my table to retrieve her small green dress and green panties. Her wings and stockings were still in the opposite corner. She very carefully put the green panties on first then slid the dress over her head and sat down.

She had stopped crying, but seemed to still be in a daze so I asked her, "Would you like me to get you something to drink?.. perhaps something strong to dull the pain?"

She looked up at me and said, "Make it a coke and rum, and go light on the rum. I truly do deserve the pain."

That answer worried me, but I got her the drink as requested. I also got myself another vodka and lime with soda water... actually 7Up, but you can't always get everything you want at a party. When I brought the drinks back to my table I asked her name. She smiled up at me and said, "Let's just leave it at Tinkerbell for now."

I said OK and tried some normal small talk. She didn't seem to be in the mood, so I asked the elephant question that was probably in everyone's mind. "Why did you do it?" I asked softly. I could see your labia... Everyone could see your labia. They were totally dry and your nipples were not engorged and erect. You weren't getting anything out of it. The pain didn't give you sexual pleasure and there was no release. You don't appear to be a masochist. This didn't make sense, unless you are trying to hurt yourself or worse."

She looked up at me and said, "You sound like you are truly concerned about me."

"I am," I replied. "Young girls-- or guys-- like you who are seeking pain for the sake of pain are often taken advantage of. You could very easily end up in a really terrible situation or worse."

"But I deserve the pain," she said almost forcefully.

"Why?" I asked.

"I can tell you in the morning," she answered.

"What can I do to keep you from seeking more pain until then?" I asked.

She looked at me very blankly and said, "You could take me home and make love to me... softly... gently... as if I didn't deserve the pain."

There was a very loud "Clunk!" in the back of my mind. The box I had worked myself into had just dropped closed. I could say no and just walk away, but if I did this very mixed-up little Tinkerbell could very shortly end up dead. There are enough dead bodies on my conscience and I don't need another face to haunt my dreams.

"OK," I said, "but we will miss the Most Erotic Costume Contest."

Tinkerbell laughed slightly. Her face was really beautiful when she laughed. "You don't have to worry," she said, "Trisha will win hands down... or maybe that should be hair down." She laughed again lightly at her own joke. I smiled broadly, but it was not the joke that did it. She was smiling. Perhaps she could be saved from herself after all.

As we were leaving, someone held up her wings and stockings. She shook her head and said, "Leave them. I will pick them up later."

Tinkerbell was silent for the short drive to my house. When we got there I parked the car in the driveway rather than pull into the garage. It is actually easier to get into the house from the door inside the garage, but I didn't want Tink to feel trapped when I lowered the garage door. I walked around the car and opened the door for her.

"I could still take you home, wherever that is." I said softly. She looked up at me and said, "No, I don't think you could."

I wondered what kind of home life she actually had... and with who, but I didn't say anything else. Instead I walked carefully up to the front door. The last thing I needed right now was Danny Boy popping up through the floor to see if the Fairy Queen was with me.

Luckily Danny Boy remained quiet and downstairs. I didn't know what I was going to tell him in the morning. Maybe the tiny Fairy Queen would give him credit for trying. But that was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight I had a very large, wingless, Tinkerbell who felt that she was in need of punishment and wanted me to make gentle love to her. I should be thrilled. How many men can say that there are women lining up to make love to him... except it's for all the wrong reasons.

I motioned towards the couch and said, "Have a seat. Gentle begins with conversation. Would you like another drink? I am going to get myself some anisette. That's a licorice-flavored liqueur intended to be sipped slowly."

She smiled at me and said, "Anisette sounds nice. Why don't you get us both a glass?"

I went into the kitchen and came back with two tall, double shot glasses with about an inch of anisette in the bottom. "The tall glass holds the vapor and enhances the flavor," I said as I handed her one of the glasses. As I did, I noticed something green tucked not quite all the way under the front of the couch. I wondered if I had interrupted her by coming back so quickly or if she had left the panties almost in sight so I would see them.

"So, Tinkerbell, may I know your real name or do I have to continue to call you Tink?" I said once I was seated.

"My real name is difficult to pronounce," she said with a smile. "Why don't you just call me Tie. It sounds a lot better than Tink."

"OK, Tie," I replied, "so why do you deserve to be punished?"

"I did something very wicked," she said with a very strange smile. "I will tell you all about it in the morning. I will even tell you my name, or at least my name the way most people pronounce it."

She then snuggled over and scrunched herself down so she could fit under my arm. In order to actually fit, she had to swing her legs up onto the couch and almost lie down. That action caused her short skirt to ride up exposing her naked slit. When she was being spanked, I thought she was clean shaven down there, but actually she had very fine blond, almost white hair covering things.

"You aren't as bruised as I expected you to be," I said, acknowledging that I could see everything.

"I heal very fast," she said. "The bruises will be gone soon."

I reached down and tentatively touched her labia, which brought a contented sigh from her.

"I'm just checking how tender you are down there," I said softly. "I don't want to try to make love to you if it causes you a lot of pain."

"There's no pain," she replied, "and I can tell that you want to make love to me." She reached down and slid her hand across the tent in my trousers.

"A man's body always wants to have sex," I replied. "It's my mind that you have to convince that it is OK."

"You are a really nice man," she said as she snuggled more tightly into me almost burying her face.

"What makes you say that?" I answered. A lot of the time I don't consider myself a nice man.

"For one, you rescued me from whatever you thought might happen to me," she said, looking up at me.

"Anyone who knows what is what would have done that," I replied flatly. "There are too many people out there who would take advantage of someone like you."

"What is someone like me?" she asked, arching her eyebrows.

"Someone who is addicted to pain or thinks they deserve to be punished," I answered. "If you don't have someone to control you, you will keep seeking pain and punishment until you destroy yourself."

"I wouldn't do that," she said thoughtfully. "There is just one wicked thing for which I needed to be punished."

"So you don't need further punishment?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice. If she had willingly subjected herself to what Mistress Latisha did, she was seriously seeking pain and you don't just turn that off.

"What I need now," she said, stroking my chest through my shirt, "is for someone to make gentle love to me like he promised."

"Then I think we should move this into the bedroom," I said as I stood up and picked her up off the couch. For her height, she was surprisingly light.

As we went into the bedroom, I said, "I have a friend who is going to be mad at me over this."

"Why?" she asked as I set her on the bed.

"Because he wanted me to make love to someone else tonight," I answered. "But it would have been impossible anyway. I hope I can find some other way to get him out of the trouble he's in."

"See," she said, sitting up and sliding off her dress, "you are a nice man. You are worried about your friend. What kind of trouble is he in?"

I laughed and said, "It's the type that is hard to explain and most people wouldn't believe me anyway. And besides, we have something more pleasant to think about."

Her only reply was an "mmmmm" as I slipped out of my clothes and slid into bed alongside her.

As I ran my hands down her body, I was surprised that she seemed to be covered all over by that fine, downy, whitish hair. It was most dense on her mound of Venus, but it was everywhere.

"You have a Marilyn Monroe body," I said softly.

"I think I'm rather skinny," she replied.

"No," I said. "Marilyn Monroe always appeared to almost glow in her movies. Some people thought it was some special trick with the light, but the real reason was the fact that she had very fine hair almost all over her body and it caught the light and made her glow."

"I'll have to try that some time," she said as she pressed herself against me. "Right now, I feel like I am on fire."

"Let's see if we can make that fire hotter," I said as my hands trailed down her naked body. Her nipples were standing erect and she moaned loudly as I passed the palms of my hands over them, rubbing them in small circles in the cup of my hand.

She reached down and began stroking my penis. "You said slow and gentle," I said firmly, "so that means that I have to control the throttle."

She looked confused so I said, "A man reacts much faster than a woman. If I let you rub me the way I am rubbing you, it will cause things to go much faster and possibly less gently."

"Oh," she said. Then she raised her knees slightly and opened her legs wide before adding, "Then I am yours to command or control or whatever. Just be gentle and loving."

"I will," I said as a lay alongside her playing with her body. She was young and beautiful and eager and I was rock hard and ready, but I had promised her we would go slow and gentle.

Biology has its own speedometer and timer and it wasn't too long before she was undulating on the bed and lifting herself up towards my hands whenever I was anywhere near her sex.

"I think it's time," she said through gritted teeth as she lifted herself high off the bed.

"Yes," I answered, "I think it's time."

I shifted onto my knees and positioned myself between her legs. Unlike when she was being punished, her slit now glistened with her fluids. My fingers had found no trouble sliding inside of her and my prick also gained easy entry.

I pushed in slowly letting her adjust to my girth. Then I felt something blocking me. She was a virgin!

I tried to pull back and make sure she wanted this, but she rammed herself up against me breaking through her hymen and burying me balls deep within her.

"Slow and gentle," she said as she undulated against me.

I tried to keep it slow and gentle, but the mind can only control so much. I eventually got to the fast short strokes and then drove myself hard into her, spurting my seed into her womb.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and began keening in an almost melodious fashion as she experienced a series of orgasms.

It took her a while to finally settle down. I waited until she was breathing normally and started to shift my weight off of her.

"No, stay," she said quickly.

"But I'm crushing you," I replied.

"Ever the nice man," she said, "but you're not crushing me... as long as you are lying flat across most of my body."

We lay like that for several minutes. Then I laughed and said, "This is where one of us says they have to go to the bathroom." I laughed again, "Since you haven't said it, I will."

I finished pulling my flaccid prick out of her and stood up. When I came back from the bathroom she was curled up on her side. I curled up around her. In response she said, "mmmmm" and wiggled her ass against me.

"Be careful doing that," I said, "you could start something all over again."

"But you're a nice man and will just cuddle me until morning," she replied and closed her eyes.

I don't know if I cuddled her all night or not, but the next thing I knew it was morning and the sun was shining in through the windows. I looked up at the morning sun and then gasped loudly. Danny Boy was standing on the window sill in all his half-inch glory, dressed in traditional leprechaun green. Next to him sat a pot of gold about the size of a pea.

"I knew you could do it," he said loudly inside my head. Evidently he didn't need to be six-foot tall to be loud.