Leave her

I guess I'm a bit of a bastard, but I like the idea of letting her get more and more frustrated. I remember what she told me about her difficulty with masturbation, but until I saw it first hand, I hadn't really believed it. Especially because of how responsive this sweet young woman is when I had touch her. I spend a a while feeling her up through her remaining clothes, I've had this young woman's naked body in my hands before but there is something exciting about feeling her soft curves through the thin garment.

“I can't believe how helpless I feel all tied up like this, Mr. P.” Her breathing is ragged as she squirms on my knee grinding her sex almost violently on my thigh. “Is that what you like, Sir? To have a unspoiled girl to use however you want as she struggles and pleads?” She rocks forward until she is hanging by her wrists and twists in my arms. “Admit it Mr. P, you get as excited by those slavegirl books as I do.” She has that right, my cock is forming a unmistakable tent in my khakis. “I'll be your sweet imperial debutant, but I want you to be merciless when you ravage me.”

“That's my plan, Angel.” I smile as I pull away from her with a sigh. “Do you understand now what I'm going to do to you this Saturday?” I see the surprise in her expressive face.

I feel a little sorry for her. It is only Tuesday, and the poor thing is going to be reading about her darkest fantasies for the rest of the week. If she doesn't find some way to get off she is going to be a wreck by the time I 'capture' her and make her mine. Hopefully, this waiting will be worth it.

“Aren't you going to do it tonight?”

“Not tonight, Honey.” I sigh softly as I lift her off the hook and start pulling the leather strap from her bound wrists. “Don't worry though, this weekend I'm going to do as many wicked things as I can think of to that poor Imperial captive.”

“Please Mr. P,” Alison smiles coyly, “I don't want to wait ... we don't have to.”

“Off you go you little tease.” I swat her playfully on her firm ass and she yelps and covers her backside with her little hands. She does head upstairs, but the way that tight ass of hers wiggles as she slowly moves away and glances back at me makes it clear that she is hoping I might follow her. I almost do.

Wednesday Alison has her PM chem lab, and when she gets home she grabs a sandwich and disappears up to her room; possibly to study, but after what I saw last night I suspect she is reading through the other books I gave her. I resist the temptation to check in on her; I doubt I'd have the strength to resist her if she is once again playing with herself on the bed. The good news is that this afternoon I was able to see my Doctor and she gave me a prescription to help improve my performance. Dr. Williams has been our family doctor for over twenty years now and she was both pleased and a little curious about my sudden desire for medication. 'Fran would want this, Pat, I know she would.' she told me as the exam was wrapping up. I wonder if she'd feel that way if she knew that I wanted these pills so I could keep up with my teenaged tenant that I was fucking because she didn't have money to pay her rent.

I don't know if Alison is conscious of her clothing choices or if is her frustration expressing itself, but when she comes down to dinner on Thursday in addition to her tight jeans she is wearing a black top that is held together by a simple bow that needed nothing more than a firm tug on one of the loose ends to unravel. As we eat, more than once her fingers play with the hanging ties and I have to resist the temptation to reach across the kitchen table and open her top like an early Christmas present.

Once again she sends me away while she cleans up after dinner and as I settle down in my arm chair I realize that I could get used to this.

“Excuse me...” I look up from the ugly game between the Bears and Tom Brady at the helm of Tampa Bay, to find her standing quietly waiting for me.

“I'm all done, Sir, if you'd like to inspect the kitchen.” It has been almost forty minutes and I can't imagine what she'd been doing all this time so I take her up on her offer and stroll into the kitchen with her following meekly at my heels.

I take pride in keeping my whole house tidy, especially the kitchen but I have to say it looks even better now than ever. In addition to clearing the table and washing the dishes, the floor was been mopped and woodwork wiped down. The smell of the citrus oil cleaner fills the air and the kitchen table and counters are spotless as is the gleaming stainless-steel sink. I make a show of looking over everything, and actually manage to find a greasy spot on top of the vent that was noticeable for me because I had three inches of height on her.

“I'm so sorry, Mr. P.” Her soft brown eyes look up at me in a mixture of excitement and fear, “It will never happen again, Sir - I promise!” To punish her for this one smudge of grease after all her work seems ****, but if I let it go I sense my tenant might be disappointed.