Date: 22 Jan 2002 23:14:22 -0800 From: Jan Subject: Child Star (Authoritarian g/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Child Star By Jan You may not recognize me now; it was three decades ago that I was the Halley Isenburg of my day. I was a precocious toe headed little girl that was making commercials right and left. I was in a sitcom before I was old enough to go to school. I was having lunch in a famous dinner in Glendale and was telling my mother (Betty) about something that happened in front of the dinner with a vocabulary far beyond my years when a man turned around and looked at me and said lady get this child an agent. She is a natural actress. We both recognized him as an actor on daytime children's TV. He gave Mom the phone number of his agent. That was the start of my becoming a child actor. I had always been an impossible child. I was reading the news paper before I was 4 years old. But when I became the bread winner for my unmarried mother I truly became impossible. I would threaten to quit acting to get my way with everything. We moved to a nice area in northern Santa Monica. Because I was the only actor in the neighborhood the girls from my age to ten or twelve were enthralled with me. It was like having my personal fan club and I was the center of attention. I had been exposed to the sexual tastes of adult too and found that I liked the power I had over my fan club. When they came over to play with me, I would take them to my play room or bedroom and would have them undress me and then themselves. I would have them play with my body in exchange for me finger fucking them. They would all have a chance to suck my pussy before they went home. Mother walked in on me sitting on my bed with a twelve year old between my legs sucking me off. I was about to cum when she looked in. I yelled at her to get out and not disturb me while I was busy. She backed out with a hurt look on her face. That night she came to my room to try and tell me I should not be doing that to my friends. I demanded that she lay on my bed. Then I lifted her night gown and ran my hand under her gown until I was playing with her hairy pussy. I surprised her by shoving two, three then four fingers into her cunt. I managed to get my entire fist into her cunt. Mom simply lay there crying as I made her cum by fist fucking her. She got up and went back to her room crying when I was done with her. Over the next few years I was even making Mom suck me and my girlfriends almost daily. I was getting older and about to enter that awkward age where I was neither a child nor an adult. I was not getting the child parts anymore. The commercials were getting fewer and farther between them. One day we were on a studio lot between shoots I was being a bitch to my mother. I thought we were out of sight of everyone behind some studio props. I was very careful to keep up the front so everyone would think I was the sweet precious child. I was making Mom suck my pussy to take the edge off a particularly long and difficult shoot on a commercial. When to my surprise a hand rested on my shoulder. When I turned around I found that it was one of the biggest movie stars in Hollywood. I don't want to say who it was because you would be shocked to find out that this star that had been married four times was actually into young girls. For the sake of this story I will call her Grace. Grace was a woman that was the screen good girl. She was the picture of the girl next door. The little sister that every one thought was the sweetest girl in Hollywood. If any of the gossip columnist's knew about her they sure were keeping it quiet. She said simple, "Betty I think your daughter needs the supervision of an experienced hand at handling difficult children." Mom and I were very embarrassed to be caught in such an embarrassing position. Mom pulled her head out from under my dress and tried to cover up what she had been doing. Grace held up her hand and said, "You don't need to lie to me. I understand how much of a brat she is. I was just like her when I was her age. I have a suggestion to make. Why not let her live with me for awhile and let me try and make a lady out of her?" We were both taken aback by her offer. The thought of living with such a famous woman was exciting to me. Mom was almost at a loss for words but reluctantly gave her approval. That night we packed up my clothes and drove up to Malibu to her private gated estate home. We were greeted at the door by a maid that directed me to a wing of the house and shown a bedroom that was set up for a girl about my age. I was surprised because I knew she had no children. The maid simply said that Grace kept a room for guests my age. She helped me unpack my bags and those items she thought were inappropriate she put back in the bags. I tried to protest her rudeness. The maid simple told me that Grace requested that I select your wardrobe and see to it that everything else be removed from the premises. When the bags were closed she led my mother to the door and said that she would be notified when she could visit. I didn't like the way this maid was treating me and my mother. I told her so in no uncertain terms with a string of expletives. The crack of the back of her hand on my face rang throughout the entrance hall of this spacious mansion. I cried out, "Don't you know who I am?" She smile, "A bad mannered, rude little child!" I was about to say something more and saw her hand draw back in preparation for another blow and thought better of saying anything at this time. The maid took me back to the bedroom and opened a drawer and pulled out some rubber panties and she told me to put them on with threatening tone in her voice. I began to strip out of my clothes as she pulled out a little girls dress with white ruffled apron in my size and Mary Jane shoes and ankle socks. When I had the rubber panties on and the slip, dress and shoes I looked like a teenager trying to look like a baby. She told me to follow her to the exercise room. When we entered the room Grace was laying on an exercise bench dressed like a dominatrix. She was in black Merry Widow in leather, knee high black leather boots, thong panties black stocking held in place by garter belt straps attached to the Merry Widow. Her breasts were pushed up and the areolas were exposed. Her areolas were colored with red lipstick to match her mouth. I noticed that her body was covered in freckles. In the movies they never showed. I was thinking they must use gallons of Max Factor body makeup on her. She directed me to sit down on a bench facing her. She told me that from now on I was her slave and would do as I was told. Any rebellion will be met with corporal punishment. Any reluctance to do as I was told and I would be punished. Any profanity would be punished. Any failure to address her as Mistress Grace would be punished. Any member of the staff of the house was to be obeyed without hesitation or they would punish me. As you noticed we are miles from anyplace and any attempt to escape would be punished. She stood up and told me follow her to the kitchen. She asked me if I was thirsty. I said, "Yes." Grace lashed out with a riding quirt that she had been slapping the side of her boot with casually. The leather loop bit into the side of my face. The surprise caused a delayed reaction. The pain came seconds after the quirt was back slapping her boot again. She told me from now on I was to begin every address to her as Mistress Grace first then any statement not delivered with the appropriate respect would be dwelt with swiftly. Now respond appropriately! Mistress Grace, I am thirsty! She poured a tall 16 ounce glass of water and I was told to drink it. When I was done she filled it again and told me to empty it. I really didn't feel like drinking any more after the third glass and said, "Mistress Grace I have had plenty of water." She told me, "You have not had enough yet and ordered me to empty another glass." When I got the forth glass down my blatted was full and I needed to relive myself. I said, "Mistress Grace I need to pee." She told me, "Don't you dare pee without my permission." I was dancing from one foot to the other as I begged her to let me go pee. Every time I addressed her without calling her Mistress Grace I was slapped across the face. The fourth time she slapped me I stood there and peed in the rubber panties. Grace dragged me to the bathroom and she told me to remove my shoes and socks before you stand on the tub. You don't want to soil your new shoes. When I was in the tub she told me to lift my skirt and remove my training pants. When I did my piss ran down my legs to form a yellow rivulet to the tub drain. She told me to pull my training pants up again. Then I had to put my shoes and socks back on. The maid came in and said, "Dinner is served Mama!" She let me to the dinning room and had me sit next to her. The meal was delicious but it was an eight course meal that had lots of green cooked vegetables and was followed by several large slices of skinless watermelon. I was stuffed to the gills. Just as she planned the watermelon acted as a laxative. I begged Mistress Grace for permission to relive myself. She sat there and watched the sweat drip down my face. When I could hold it no more I filled my rubber panties full. Mistress Grace dragged me to the bathroom and I was told not to soil my clothes when I pulled my panties down. You know that the moment my panties were lowered that the waste spilled out and soiled my socks shoes and even the back of my dress. I was made to strip right there and take my clothes to the laundry room and wash them. The backs of my legs were still soiled as I was doing this. When everything was clean again she made me return to the bathroom where the maid was waiting for me. When I was standing in the tub she made me bend over and she inserted an enema nozzle into my anus and filled me with warm water. When my tummy held all the water in the bag she pulled it out. Mistress Grace told me to hold it until I was given permission to let it go. Before she gave me permission I shot dirty water across the bathroom. The maid handed me a mop and I had to clean the room before I was allowed to wash off my body. When I was clean I was whipped for not obeying my Mistress. I was made to sleep on a plastic covered baby crib mattress until I could hold my pee and fecal waste until I was told I could relieve myself. When I was able to hold it until given permission I was allowed to sleep in a youth bed. The maid would wake me up every morning by standing next to me with her dress up and I smelled her wet pussy. She told me to suck it until she said I was done. It always tasted like she had just peed and not wiped. As the days turned to weeks Mistress Grace would allow me to suck her pussy when she felt like it. As my response to her training improved she allowed me to dress more appropriate to my age. When I would do anything asked without question she allowed my mother to come for dinner. The maid escorted Betty to the dinning room. When Grace rang her dinner bell I came into the room dressed like a young lady. I was told to give my mother a proper greeting. I said, "Good evening mother dear!" Then I kissed her on the cheek. I sat opposite mother at the table. The maid brought out a sumptuous meal. When we were finished we went into the family room for coffee. At Mistress Graces command I sat at my mother's feet. When I was instructed to do so I asked her permission to be allowed to kiss her vagina. My mother looked shocked that I not only was respectful but actually asked permission to do to her what I had demanded from her a few weeks ago. She looked at Grace and Grace nodded to go ahead. She lifted her skirt up and I reached under the skirt for her panties. I pulled then down as she lifted up. I removed her panties and lovingly smelled the crotch of her panties. Then as the maid served coffee to my mother and Grace as I put my head between her legs. I licked her vagina and could tell that she had bathed very carefully in a scented tub with bath salts. She opened her legs to give me access to her sex. When I gathered her clitoris into my mouth and sucked her, mother was soon squirming around in the chair. Grace was talking to her about current events as if I were not even in the room. Mother had trouble staying with the conversation as her climax approached. When it came she goes into body shakes that have her legs beating the sides of my body. When she is done I thank her for her gift to me. Grace became my mentor and I lived with her after that. She became like a mother to me. The public perception of me is that I am the sweet woman next door and never knows that behind closes doors I am Grace's sex slave. She is in her seventies now and I dress her every day. When she allows me to I suck her pussy very lovingly. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.