Invite her to join me

“Sit down, Angel,” I instruct her firmly, and as if to confirm my suspicion that she is excited about serving me, instead of taking her usual seat on the couch she kneels on the carpet placing her shoes and books behind her before returning her hands neatly to her thighs. Her thighs are pressed tightly together and the black silk of her dress rides up a little exposing even more of her legs. I like the way her back is straight and shoulders pulled back, it is a submissive position, but she is not slumped in defeat.

“Are you going to inspect the kitchen, Sir.” She lowers her gaze, “I did the best I could, but I wasn't sure where some of the dishes belonged.”

“I look it over later, for now I want to set some expectations for you.” She glances up quickly and I think I see a hint of a smile before she lowers her eyes again. “Do you have those books with you?”

“Right here, Sir.” Alison reaches quickly behind her and spreads the three books on the carpet in front of her knees.

“Good girl,” I tell her gently. “Was I right? Do these books excite you, my Dear?”

“Yes Mr. P, I 'm sorry but I can't help myself.” I nod slowly doing my best to keep the smile welling up hidden from my earnest young tenant.

“The covers show slaves wearing clothes, but when you read them you'll see that most slaves kneel at their master's feet naked.”

“I'm sorry Master.” Without a word of protest Alison quickly slips off first her dress and then the black silk panties that covered her sparse honey-colored pubic hairs. As soon as her clothes are removed, she kneels with a dancer's grace once again at my feet this time clearly flushed with excitement. Her small pink nipples are starting to pucker, and I can smell the scent from her discarded lace undergarment. She's probably been hot and bothered since the moment she first took the books from the gift bag.

“As you can probably guess,” my voice is low and conversational, “I think you'd make a lovely ****.” She smiles shyly at the praise, but I go on like I'm still teaching a class. “Did you know the enslavement of pretty young women like you used to be quite common all over the world? It decreased in some parts of the Western world by the 17th century, but I'm sure you learned about the Ottoman Empire and the Far East that had a very different view on the matter until only a little more than a hundred years ago.”

“Yes Sir,” Alison starts hesitantly, unsure if she is allowed to speak, “and it still happens today, Mr P. Young white girls like me are snatched from the streets and **** into sex-work. We studied about it in Dr. Lark's class.”

“That's right,” I praise her, “Now I want you to imagine a world where slavery is commonplace, and where public auctions are always in need of more pretty females to sell.” Her eyes drop again to her hands but I see a tremor travel down her arms and her nipples tighten even more. “When wars are fought, the maiden daughters and pretty young wives of the defeated countries can glut the market, but in other times the need is met by families who fall into debt selling off their women, and when that isn't sufficient, specialized hunters prowl the country in search of young females to snatch.”

“Oh my God, Mr. P, they'd be so scared.” Her legs are rocking together now in a slow steady rhythm and her breathing is becoming more ragged.

“In the Gor world, these hunters have even found a way to travel to Earth and extend their hunting grounds to high schools and colleges teaming with ripe young prizes.” I chuckle cruelly, “a small college town like this would be a rich hunting ground indeed.”

“They'd be looking for the sexiest and most beautiful girls to take,” she whispers, “or maybe they'd want innocent young virgins to capture and sell?” I smile again at how into this fantasy Alison has gotten, but decide that this is enough for tonight.

“I imagine that the men of Gor have a wide variety of tastes that could be satisfied.” With that, I pick up her books and place them the startled young woman's lap. “But enough of this chatter, I want to see the Sunday night Game, and I imagine you have studying to do for tomorrow's classes.”

“What...?” She clearly was expecting this night to end a little differently, especially after I had her strip and kneel at my feet.