| Cupid is As Cupid Does Becky looked out the window just in time to see her little friend returning from a soccer game. Dressed in shorts and white knee-socks, nine-year-old Lana skipped across a grassy hill with a soccer ball in her hands. She waved from a distance, all hot and sweaty, with one shoelace untied and blonde piggy tails flying around her like two butterflies. Becky smiled and waved back. She clasped a card in her hand, a token of her love. It was Valentine's Day. "I missed you" Lana breathed as she walked in. "Miss me?" "Yes, I missed you. Look!" she handed her the card. "Would you be my Valentine?" "What's Valentine?" Lana asked curiously, furrowing her brow. "Valentine is someone you love, silly. Don't you know?" "But I don't want to be Valentine. My name is Lana." Becky smiled and hugged the little girl. "Valentine's Day is a special day when lovers let each other know about their love. People have celebrated Valentine's Day for centuries." "Even before I was born?" "Even before you were born." "I like celebrating!" Lana exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "How do we celebrate Valentine's Day? Is it going to be kissing and tying up again?" "We could do something special today. But read the card first and tell me if you like it." Lana opened the card and read in a halting voice: "Just thought you ought to know, I think you are special, from head to toe." Her face lit up. "I like it! But I haven't got a card to give you." "You could give me a kiss." Lana chuckled, bent closer and planted a wet kiss on Becky's lips. "Mmmm... yummy. I love kisses from your Cupid's bow lips." "Huh?" Lana smiled, confused again. "Cupid..." "I'm not stupid!" the little girl looked up indignantly. "No, silly. Not stupid. Cupid." "What's Cupid?" "Cupid is a Valentine's Day symbol known as a mischievous, winged child armed with bow and arrows. The arrows represent desires and love, and Cupid aims those arrows at people's hearts, causing them to fall deeply in love forever." Becky tapped Lana's chest lightly, "Just here." "And they love each other then forever and ever?" "So the story goes," Becky answered with a thoughtful look on her face. "Wouldn't it be nice if we loved each other forever and ever?" "Has Cupid shot his arrow into our hearts?" "I think so, but I have an idea," Becky said. "I could pretend to be Cupid and you could pretend to be a girl who can't fall in love so she wants Cupid to help her." "But I can fall in love," Lana declared. "I love you, remember?" "I know, but this is only a pretend game." "And what will Cupid do to me?" "Cupid will shoot an arrow at your heart to make you fall in love, only I won't be using a real arrow. I will use this..." Becky opened her hand to show a long shiny needle in her palm. "It's a big needle!!" Lana shouted. "And this will be your heart," Becky lifted up her T-shirt and lightly touched the little girl's left nipple. "Awww... no! You'll hurt me." "Yes, but you'll become a big girl and I this is the way we can celebrate Valentine's Day." "Will I cry?" Lana looked up, concerned for her fate. "Yes, but I promise to kiss your tears away," Becky's lips touched Lana's soft cheek. "You like that, don't you?" "I s'ppose so..." "That's my girl! Now let me tie you to a chair before you run away when Cupid shoots her arrow." "Should I take off my T-shirt?" The little girl asked bravely. "Yes, and your socks and shorts too. I want to see you completely naked before I tie you to the chair." "Will you tie me up tightly, like always?" "Yes, if you want me to." "I do..." a shy smile appeared in the corner of Lana's lips. "And here too..." her hand went between her legs. "...a crotchtop." "It's called crotchrope, Lana. How many times do I have to tell you that?" Becky scolded the girl gently. "You like those, don't you?" "Yeah..." the smile turned into a grin. ---- Becky watched the naked little girl in the shower, hurriedly washing as she didn't want to miss a minute of being tied the way she liked. She towelled the girl dry and took her by the hand downstairs, to where the child had discarded her socks, shorts and T-shirt in the kitchen. Little Lana sat on the kitchen chair and watched quietly as Becky tied her legs and hands, her elbows pulled back and tied together, forcing the girl's ribcage in a painful arch. "You are beautiful, sweetie." Becky tickled Lana's sides with fingertips. "I love seeing you like this. I can count your ribs." "Thank you, Mistress." The training kicked in. Between Lana's legs, a tight crotchrope was biting into her hairless slit and pushing out her swollen labia. The look on child's pretty face was priceless. Her eyes were half closed and her parted lips breathed faster than usual. Becky wanted to kiss her passionately but there was no time. "You are not allowed to scream." Becky said, realising their Valentine's game started to resembled a surgery: there was a small bottle of alcohol, a pair of surgical pliers, a long steel needle and a stack of bandages and dressings. "And if I do, Mistress?" "Then I'll have to gag you with your dirty socks and panties." "Ewww..." Lana wrinkled her little nose. "That's yucky!" "Shush now because Cupid is going to shoot her arrow at your heart. But before she does, she will make sure your heart is clean and pure." Becky picked up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and rubbed it gently against the girl's nipple until it turned hard like a small pebble. Then taking the surgical pliers into her hand, she pinched the small nipple and stretched it away from Lana's chest. The nine-year-old girl cried for the first time in a low, whimpering voice but the cold pliers kept pinching and pulling without mercy. Becky held little girl's nipple far enough from her chest to expose a sufficient area of skin for piercing. A shiver went through the tied little body when the sharp steel came in first contact with the skin. Very slowly, Becky pushed the long, thin instrument against the pink rosebud clamped in the jaws of her pliers. She could see how Lana fought the pain but tears welling up in her big eyes could not be avoided. "I love seeing you suffer, baby-girl." Becky whispered as she licked a lonely tear off Lana's cheek. "Thank you, Mistress..." "Do you remember why Cupid shoots arrows at lovers' hears?" "To make them... mghhh... fall in love. Forever." "I love you, Lana." Her confession marked the moment the needle went through the child's skin. "I love you, Mistress!" Lana cried out, fighting tears in her pretty green eyes while grinding her small crotch hard against the rope that cut deep between her aroused pussy lips. ---- That evening Lana phoned Becky before her bedtime. "Hi sweetie," Becky beamed with happiness at hearing her voice. "How's your nipple?" "It still hurts a bit." "Aww... poor baby. And what did Mommy say?" "I told her about the arrow and how we played pretend that you are Cupid." "That's great, Lana. Was Mommy happy?" "Yeah... but she said you are not Cupid. She said you must be stupid to pierce only one nipple!" |