Shangri-La

by Thom

There is this place in an Eastern European country that I want to share with you. It’s a combination of an orphanage and a resort. It is set in an old castle that has been immaculately renovated and furnished to be the most comfortable place to stay that you can imagine. The grounds are several hundred acres of the most amazing gardens and forests and hiking trails ever. It has another name but I call it Shangri-La.

The orphanage part is for girls who are between the ages of 5 and 16. The resort part is for women who are fond of little girls. I’m one of those kind of women and so after a bit of research, I was able to find the place.

The little girls come there after they have been at other orphanages. By the age of five, you are either adopted or you’re not going to be. The originating orphanages are quite happy to have some place to send girls who have not been adopted because otherwise they would just become a burden.

The girls are happy to be going someplace else and when they finally settle in to this new place and understand what is in store for them, they are quite happy to be there. At the age of 16, just exactly on their 16th birthday, they are sent out into the world on their own with quite a great deal of money, really, to make a life of their own or to go to college which many of them do and can well afford to.

You see, in between five and sixteen they are taught how to and actually do, quite successfully, please women who are fond of little girls and that is the resort part.

Women who are fond of little girls come from all over the world to spend a week or two at the resort. You arrive on a Saturday and are shown pictures of the girls that are available for the week you are to be there. If you are there for more than one week, you can have the same girl for all weeks or you can change girls for each week. Once you pick a girl or girls, you describe the kind of fantasy that you would like to engage in during your stay and then you go off to get yourself settled and enjoy an afternoon and evening on your own in such a beautiful place.

The girls come to you on Sunday morning and leave you on the following Saturday morning, which is check out day. The girls have Saturday to Sunday morning off even if you are keeping the same girl for another week or two. They need to have some rest from the work of the resort because the women who come there that are fond of little girls can be very demanding and the little girls’ effort to please the guests can be exhausting.

As you can imagine, and I’m sure you have some ideas of your own at the very moment you are reading this, there are quite a few things that one might fantasize about girls between the ages of five and sixteen if you happen to be someone who is fond of little girls in the way I am. In addition to the normal classes that girls that age should attend, they attend classes on how to role play the various fantasies that women like me might turn up at the resort demanding.

For example, you can imagine that the girl is your daughter or your niece or your younger sister if you’re not too old and you pick one of the older girls. They are quite ready to call you mom or aunty or sis while you and they say, “oh we shouldn’t should we?” And you, of course agree whole heartedly while you reach a hand inside their blouse and touch a budding breast.

Or that you are a teacher and she is a pupil. Maybe she is your favorite pupil and as a reward for her you have invited her over for a snack after school, after school every night for a week! But instead of going home after the snack, she stays on for supper and then stays the night. Stays the night in your bed and after a couple of days the two of you have learned how to satisfy each other’s utmost desire, physically ravishing each other’s bodies for hours, or at least until you realize she has to go to school the next day. They do attend classes each day from 8:30 to 2:30. And they wear such cute, little school uniforms; white blouse, very short, plaid, skirt white bobby socks and white cotton knickers. Oh how I love those bare legs.

Or you can imagine that she is your naughtiest student and she has to come to you after school for tutoring and discipline. Maybe a spanking is in order or the little girl needs to be stood in the corner for awhile with her knickers down around her knees and quite the red bottom from a good caning (except that would be a make believe spanking because it is against the rules to cause any pain for the little girls). And what must she do to get back into your good graces. Is there something that would be beneficial if she were to be on her knees, her head just at the level of your crotch that she could do with her tongue if you were to pull down your own knickers and open your legs a bit?

Ah, but maybe she likes to play tie up games and comes to you with her little hands tied behind her back and a blind fold on. Quite a lot can be accomplished with a compliant little girl who is bound here and there throughout your suite or to your bed.

Or perhaps this is the first time for her, she is totally the virgin and she catches you masturbating and wonders what you are up to. You have to tell her about the birds and the bees and about sex. She begs you to show her how to do it to herself and she strips down to be naked like you. And you take her hand in yours and show her where her kitty lives and how to coax it out of its cave. You have to show her yours which has become quite erect from your touching it and her nakedness.

Maybe you catch her masturbating and she thinks she is the only one in the world who does such a thing and you have to explain to her how everyone does it. She wants you to show her how you do it. You reluctantly remove your clothes and touch yourself. She puts her hand on yours and before you know it, she is touching you and you are touching her. Your mouths are soon fully engaged.

I’ve tried most of these and others as well and girls of all the ages from bottom to top but my favorite is the youngest girl available, five if I can get one who knows how to give me what I like, and the fantasy that I like is that she is the dominate one and takes control of me. After all of the decisions and assertiveness demanded of me in my real life, I want a complete break from it on vacation. And it is even better when the control comes from a child.

When she comes to me on Sunday morning, I let her decide the day’s activity. Let her take the lead in ordering me to fulfill her wishes, her whims. Maybe she suggests a hike especially if the weather is cooperative. The forests around the castle are full of secluded hiking trails. We put on our boots and pack a light lunch and head out. As we leave the castle grounds, we see lots of little girls and their older women companions walking the gardens and paths, many hand in hand already. I find myself a bit jealous that I didn’t pick a fantasy that would have me a lover already but my lot is cast. The anticipation is exhilarating.

We walk to the trails and pick one that is up hill so that the way back is easier than the way out. We aren’t touching one another exactly, more like brushing up against one another as the trail narrows here and there. I’m soon panting but my little girl is skipping along a step or two ahead of me and not at all breathing hard. After an hour or so I beg that we rest and plop down on the grass in a shady spot. My little girl stands over me and orders me back on my feet. Maybe she has a small branch of a bush that she plucked off and she swats my thighs with it, prodding me to get up again and get moving.

I start begging and almost crying that we stop and go back. She gets down on top of me and straddles my chest. Being so small, her cunny must be stretched quite far for her to have her knees on the ground on either side of me.

“I like you.” she says. “I’m glad you picked me to be with you this week. You are going to be such a pleasure to give orders to. I expect you’ll fail regularly and I’ll be able to extract whatever pleasure I desire out of you.”

Delighted with my choice as well and happy that my little girl is so well trained in being a service top I say, “I’m glad I did too and we’ve got the whole week ahead of us. Shall we start back? We’ll want to clean up before supper.”

“Yes lets. I have an idea about things we will do before supper. I’m going to surprise you.”

We walk back toward the castle. As planned, the return walk is easier, at least on me. My little girl grabs my hand in hers when there is room on the trail for us to walk side by side. When we are back on the main grounds, we too are one of the couples walking hand in hand. We go back to our suite.

“Get a bath ready for us,” she commands, “I’ll call about supper. I know what I want and we’ll have it delivered here.”

A bath ready for us and eating in, I think I couldn’t have arranged it any better myself. I start the hot water going slowly in the tub and throw in some bathing salts and bubble liquid. I’m working out of my sweater with my pants unbuttoned at the waist when she joins me in the bedroom.

“I don’t want you undressing without my permission and certainly not without me present. Do you understand that?”

“Of course,” I respond. ”I’m sorry to have gotten started without you.”

“That’s okay, you’ll learn.” she says coyly with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Yes, with you as a teacher, I’m sure I will.” I respond hoping that the mischievous grin will lead to honest to goodness mischief between us.

My little girl reaches up to the collar of my blouse and pulls my head down to hers, bending me at the waist. She plants a firm kiss directly on my lips and I respond in kind. She unbuttons my blouse and helps me out of it and then pulls down my jeans. I reach around and loosen my bra freeing my breasts. She pushes me back toward the bed and I gather that I am to lie back. Without taking my eyes off of hers, I pull myself up on the bed and bring my feet up, raising my knees. She opens my legs and puts her nose on my panty crotch, inhaling deeply.

“Oh, you smell wonderful,” she says.

“From the hike. I’ll bet you do too. Though sweeter like the little girl you are.”

She snakes her fingers inside the waistband of my panties and tugs them toward her. I raise my hips off of the bed so that she can pull them off. She puts her nose in my crotch again, this time directly onto my nearly completely shaved pussy, half inhaling and half kissing, causing me to gush onto her face.

“Don’t move, I’m going to turn the water off so that I can enjoy your delicious smells before we wash them off.” Did she really say that? She heads for the bath room and I take a swipe at myself to try to scoop up some of the come that’s exploded out of me. I bring it to my face, it does smell good I have to admit, and I lick the excess off of my hand. Returning, my little girls is stepping out of her clothes as she walks and slides up on the bed between my open legs. Her mouth engages my clitty, like an expert I briefly think, in the moment that I still can think, before I drop into oblivion.

After a bit, she climbs up my body and kisses my face. I’ve come quite a bit on her and rubbing her face on mine, we are both soon covered with it and its smell. It makes me horny again and I tell her so. She says I need to wait, that it is her turn and she mounts my face. Don’t touch yourself she admonishes me. I do my best to service her and she wiggles her bottom on me. It is all I can do though not to touch myself. Having a little bare cunny on your face is the best ever. I start to reach down and my little girl pins my wrists above my head and holds them there until she satisfies herself.

She scoots off of me then and sits up next to me and tells me that I can touch myself and have one good come before we take a bath. If I’m a good girl, I might get another before bed. I’m so horny it only takes me a second to get off and I know that with very little effort I could come a dozen times but the anticipation of the possibilities of the evening help me to resist the urge to disobey her. And what, I wonder, would happen if I were to disobey her?

We take our bath. She puts me in first and stays outside for awhile making sure that I wash properly. Where she thinks I might have been negligent, she takes matters into her own hands with a wash cloth and scrubs me. Finally, when she thinks I am properly clean, she dries me off and jumps in and takes a quick shower while I sit on the toilet and wait for her.

She asks me to dry her off which I start to do from my sitting position on the toilet but she tells me that she wants me to do it kneeling. What a great idea, I think and I wonder if that might lead to other activities or to more kneeling elsewhere. Those thoughts arouse me and I can’t help but touch myself as I move from the toilet to the floor. My little girl notices that and reminds me that I’m not to touch myself without permission. I immediately ask if I can because I’m roaring horny suddenly but she refuses my request, telling me it will have to wait. She’s not even dried off yet and I hurry to accomplish that so that we can move on, hopefully to me masturbating or her helping me out.

After she’s dried, I’m to be on all fours and crawl back to the bedroom. As I go, I’m doing the best I can to squeeze my pussy lips together to relieve some of the tension I’m feeling from her dominating me. She is swatting my bare butt with the palm of her hand as we go. No pain, but firmly placed. I’m in heaven.

She must have felt sorry for me a bit because as soon as we get back in the bedroom, she orders me to lie on my back, pull my heels up to my butt, open my legs to her and touch myself. I dig into it enthusiastically and she lets me come several times before she stops me. It is her turn again to come she says and wants my hand to service her. I’d like to have my mouth back on her little cunny but touching it is also very special. She lies on her back, head up on a pillow and spreads her legs a bit. I lie next to her on my side and finger her tiny kitty until her breathing is rhythmic and she pants out an orgasm.

Supper is delivered and we pull on robes to receive it and we stay in them to dine. It is a wonderful meal and we eat by candle light. There is a small bottle of Champaign for me which is just delightful and makes me giddy.

Much to my pleasure, we have sex one more time before bed. I pleasure her first orally and she reciprocates after she tells me she enjoys it. I’m given instructions about how to spend my day while she is at school and how to receive her when she returns in the late afternoon. We stay naked to sleep. I spoon her little body tightly into mine and we both fall easily asleep from such a full day, me dreaming of what the next day will bring and the ones that will follow that one.