Film her

When I step away from her and set my phone on the shelf next to the earrings adjusting it carefully until I'm satisfied, she is completely confused.

“What are you doing?” I suppose Alison expected me to throw her onto the rickety bed, pull up the hem of her dress and take her without mercy. I suspect that is indeed what Sparrowhawk might have had his aggressive male characters do, but I have something that I hope my tenant will find even more unsettling than a simple ****.

“I know how much you like to post your diatribes on the PubCom system for all your friends to watch.” I tell her as I hit record. “This time we're going to post something that will get many, many more viewers.”

“You can't!” She protests weakly as I lift her to her feet and start rearranging her chains. “That's a violation of my rights as an Imperial citizen and at least four planetary privacy laws.”

“I'll be sure to tell your lawyer, Miss Miller.” I laugh crudely and with surprising dexterity I rearrange the chains stripping off her dress as I make the changes. In almost no time, she is completely nude with her arms are clipped overhead, and her ankle chains fastened to the floor D-ring. It's almost like I've done this before.

“You disgust me, Chancelor Patterson!” Alison tests the chains nervously as I move behind my captive, so the camera gets the best view.

“I know, my dear.” I whisper into her ear, “that's what makes this particularly entertaining.” For the next two or three minutes I gently play with her breasts almost like a lover might until her nipples are pink peaks that quiver when I flick them with my thumb. I am familiar enough by now with Alison's body that it is easy to make her squirm. When I eventually slide my hand downwards to her mons, Alison's thrashing takes on a more **** vibe.

“No! You disgusting old pervert. Don't touch me - not there!”

“Mmmm - has Senator Miller's sweet little daughter been saving herself for me?” Her whimper confirms that this is indeed how Alison wants to play out this scenario, and who am I to complain. “Look at the camera, Honey.” I use a handful of hair to lift her head, so she is staring right at my phone. “Tell all your on-line followers that your V-card hasn't been punched - yet.”

Alison's howl of protest is equal parts anger and frustration, but when my fingers slowly start stroking her, I can feel her resistance starting to crumble. Once again, I press my face into her fragrant blonde hair and whisper a deal into her pretty ear.

“All you have to do is tell the world that you know nothing about what a man might do with his pretty sex ****, and I'll let you cum ... so your friends and family watching at home can see what a slut you are.”