Alison runs with this idea.

“Just think about it, Mr. P.” My sexy blonde tenant runs her hand down to my flaccid cock and gives the soft tube a little squeeze. “The lovely teenaged daughter of your political rival is now completely in your power. She's pretty and young, and even though she knows how dangerous you are, she's still defiant.” I feel my cock throb a little in Alison's grip, but it does little more than thicken into a fat floppy sausage. I'm disappointed, but she doesn't seem to care as she reminds me that this young woman has been fighting the institution of slavery for the past several years. “It's a little bit ironic, Mr. P, isn't it? This prideful young woman has been posting all sorts of protests about the treatment of slavegirls, and now here she is waiting to learn her fate.”

“So, you think this defiant teen should be sold into slavery?” I ask, pretty sure that Alison has something like that in mind.

“Oh, nothing that impersonal, Mr. P.” She whispers softly as if she's sharing a secret. “After all. you were the target of her most vitriolic rants; I think you should be the one to train her ... personally.” Her big eyes gaze up at you innocently. “Oooo, I think you know just how to punish that insolent young brat, Mr. P.” Alison giggles softly. “Mr. P. you can use your big, hard, cock to put that little virgin in her place.”

“Sex isn't about hurting people.” I say the right words, but there is at least a small part of me that is intrigued by the idea of punishing a defiant young woman like that. It's not something I'm comfortable with, and Alison seems to sense my hesitation.

“I know, Mr. P.” She places her hand on my chest and I can feel the warmth of her palm right over my heart. “You're a good man, but this isn't real. You gave me those **** girl books for a reason; the men in those books aren't gentle and caring. They're merciless.” It's difficult to refute the logic and Alison pounces like a cat. “That powerful Chancelor would delight in making the proud abolitionist daughter of his political rival squeal as he rapes her with his big ... hard ... throbbing ... manhood.” With each word she squeezes my cock until it is no longer as floppy and then continues to paint an erotic picture with her words.

“Your henchmen would have stripped that young woman naked and put a collar around her neck. Can you imagine what it would be like to see her kneeling before you both scared and angry at the same time?”

It is a hard image to push aside, and Alison seems to feel my resolve starting to weaken, even as my cock pulses in her soft hand.

“I bet other men wanted to pop this privileged debutant's cherry, but you're the lucky man who finally gets to claim her. She'd be so tight, Mr. P.” She tightens her grip on my penis as if to show me what it would feel like to be incased in my victim's tight sheath. “Each of your hard thrusts would make her squeal in pain as you split her open.” Perhaps sensing that she may have gone too far, Alison backs off a little. “Not for long though, Mr. P. Soon enough she'd start to feel the pleasure of having a man probe where no man has gone before.” Alison seems to find this even more exciting than the idea of the poor young woman's deflowering. “Imagine what it must be like for her to start feeling pleasure from the very man she despises more than any other, Mr. P.”

“That sounds particularly nasty.” Hearing this erotic fantasy of male domination coming from the mouth of this charming young woman, I can't help but wonder what Dr. Lark would think of her straight-A student if she could see her now.

“I know, Mr. P.” Alison has the grace to blush, “She knows she should hate what is happening to her, instead she's starting to like it.” She lets go of my dick with one final squeeze as she makes her desire clear. “I want you to fuck me like that this weekend, Mr. P. I want to have you master me, tame me, and turn me into your sex crazed trophy knowing that I hate what you are doing to me.” She must see how conflicted I am about this kind of sexual domination.

“You're going to have to do all sorts of wicked things to break her will.” My sexy young tenant's doe-eyes gaze at me steadily making my heart pound wildly as she asks innocently: “How many fucks do you think it would take to turn her from a prudish abolitionist with no sexual experience into your own personal pleasure-**** addicted to your cock?”

I spend another half hour or so with Alison on her bed. She tries a couple times to revive me, in spite of a slight thickening of my cock, there really just isn't anything there. Laying naked on the bed by her side as she gets used to touching me is quite pleasant, but I really am going to have to start taking the pills that Dr. Williams subscribed if I want to be able to keep up with this insatiable young woman.