Ken's decisions

Ken heard footsteps and turned his head. Seeing who it was, he got up and walked around the bench to greet them, "Alyssa, you look beautiful."

Alyssa beamed at him, "I do, but ya know, it's a little strange to tell me to dress up and then not let me cover up the girls." Alyssa was wearing a beautiful flowing skirt, high heels, and nothing else.

Ken smirked, "Do you really have a problem with it?"

"No, of course not. So? Where are we going?" Alyssa asked.

Ken held out a hand and she took it, then he started to lead her down the path, "Just for a walk."

"Alright, lead on Master."

They walked in silence for several minutes, just enjoying the serene atmosphere. It was rare for it to just be the two of them, even rarer for them to spend time like this non-sexually. Although...Alyssa's state of dress and Ken's plans would say otherwise.

Finally Ken broke the silence, "Our relationship has been pretty weird, hasn't it?"

"I'll say. But I managed to turn a one sided crush into, well, whatever we are now, so I'm pretty happy." Alyssa said.

Ken stopped and turned to face her, "And what is that? What we have now?"

Alyssa looked confused, "Um...well...a lot of sex." She said, trying to make a joke.

"I'm serious," Ken said, "You wrote that rule trying to **** me to make a decision. I still don't appreciate that, but I also understand it's just you being you. You haven't left me a lot of room to move, but you've left yourself a whole lot less. Whatever decision I make, you don't get a choice. Is that really what you want?"

Alyssa twirled her hair absentmindedly, "You aren't going to ask what decision I want you to make?"

Ken shook his head, "No. I've already decided. You can't change my mind on that. The only choice you have left now is to walk away."

"Walk away?" Alyssa was clearly confused.

"I'll give it up. The rulebook. If you aren't prepared for my decision, I won't do it."

Alyssa's eyes went wide, "Really? You'd really do that for me?" She shook her head, "No. I don't want that. Asha and I didn't put that rule in lightly. We meant it. We, I, I'm giving myself to you. Marry me, enslave me, or throw me away. It's your choice. I've already made mine."

Ken nodded, "Then kneel."

Alyssa's eyes twinkled, but she obeyed. Dropping down to her knees.

Ken reached into his bag and pulled out the jewlery box. He opened it to reveal a collar. He heard Alyssa suck in a breath, but she didn't run from it. Instead she pulled back her hair, exposing her neck.

"Alyssa, I claim you. From this moment on, you belong only to me."

Ken slowly reached out with the collar, giving her one last chance to get up and run. She didn't even flinch as he closed it around her neck. It snapped shut with a satisfying click. There was no lock. He didn't need a lock. According to the rule from this moment on she was his ****. They could remove the collar, but it wouldn't change that fact. Alyssa Hartley was no longer a person. She had no rights.

"You are my ****, my first. Show me your gratitude." Ken said forcefully.

Alyssa didn't need to spelled out. Taking advantage of Ken's immunity from public indecency, she dropped his pants and pulled out his cock. She looked at it hungrily, then started to blow him like her life depended on it.

She was good, really good, and Ken found himself forgetting they were in public and just let himself enjoy it. He even grabbed her hair and pulled her tight so he could roughly fuck her face. She wasn't a person anymore. Just a ****. Not that he intended to **** her or mistreat her. It was just that he didn't have to hold back from his own pleasure for her benefit. Besides, he knew she loved the rough treatment.

He felt the pressure build and contemplated what he wanted to do. It only took a second for him to realize the correct course of action here. He held her hair and pulled back, "Stroke it." He ordered. She aimed his cock at her own face and kept stroking until he exploded all over her. 10x the average male was truly a lot, and she was a mess by the end of it. "Now clean me up." She licked his cock clean and practically purred in contentment.

Ken reached into his bag and pulled out a thin leash. He leaned down and clipped it to her collar, "You can walk behind me, but remind me next time I get the chance to make a rule that makes it easier for you to crawl."

"Yes Master." Alyssa beamed as she fell in line behind him. Ken smiled to himself and led his new **** back to their dorm.

Asha was nervous. When Ken declared his intention to meet with the two of them separately, she knew what it was about. She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She wondered if the outfit he'd ordered her to wear was a good sign, or a bad one. One one hand getting all dressed up felt like something you'd do for a proposal. On the other hand the fact that he'd ordered, rather than asked, might mean he intended to forcibly strip her in public.

She felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't deny that that idea aroused her a little too much. She knew it was possible that this was her lost moment of freedom. She'd accepted that as a possibility the moment that rule was written. Still though, a girl could dream. She smoothed out her dress a final time, and headed out.

He'd given her instructions to meet at a park near campus. The fact that it was a park and not a fancy restaurant, and that she was going second, well, those things scared her a little. Still, she had ****. Or rather, she'd already made her choice. She was going to accept his decision, no matter what it was. Not that she'd have much say if it went a particular way.

She made it there first. She waited impatiently until she heard his footsteps behind her. She twirled around, and was amazed by what she saw. Ken had been putting more effort into his apperance lately. He had to, it was a rule after all. But this, this was more than that. He looked amazing. It was a new suit, a new tie too. From the way it fit him he'd had it tailored. His hair was styled too, and even from a distance she could smell a bit of cologne wafting over.

"Ken, you look amazing." She said honestly.

Ken smiled at her, "Not half as good as you."

Asha smiled, she couldn't refute that. She DID look good.

"So what's the plan, Master?" She threw the last word as a bit of a taunt, but it didn't go the way she expected.

He shook his head, "No. None of that. Asha...we met under extremely unusual circumstances. And you stayed close to me for even more unusual circumstances. Our relationship has never been normal. Never will be. But it isn't going to be Master and ****."

With that he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Asha felt her heart start to race as he got down on one knee in front of her. "Asha..." He began.

"Yes!" Asha cut him off, "Yes! I do! I will!"

Ken blushed, "You didn't let me finish."

"Sorry, go right ahead." Asha said with a smile.

"Asha Chowdhury, will you marry-"

"YES!" Asha screamed again.

Ken stood up and chuckled, "Close enough." He took the ring from the box and slid it on her finger, "Originally I was going to ask you after dinner, but I worried you'd be nervous about my decision the whole time. If you're up for it, I made a reservation for us nearby."

"Thank you. You're right. I wouldn't have been able to think about anything else," Asha looked down at the ring on her finger and smiled. It was gorgeous, "And....Alyssa...'

"Don't worry about her," Ken said, "Tonight is about us. Let's go celebrate."

She thought his answer was an answer it itself, and her heart silently soared as she anticipated her victory over that harlot. She took Ken's hand and nodded, "Yes. Lead on, husband." She winked at him.

Ken blushed again, but squeezed her hand and led her away from the park. He'd finally decided, and just in time too.

Mira looked at Nick and gulped, "Y-yes Master." She got down on her hands and knees and fought off a grunt as he put his feet up on her back. He was using her as a footrest, and not for the first time. She was exhausted. She had quickly realized her fantasy clashed hard with reality. It wasn't that it was all bad with Nick, but the bad outweighed the good. Unfortunately nothing Nick did actually scared her enough to trigger the escape clause. Being a footstool sucked, but it wasn't 'scary'. And he hadn't let her contact her friends to trigger her other means of escape. All she could do was suffer in silence.

A loud knock at the door startled her, but Nick seemed unperturbed. he ignored it.

"Nick you bastard, open up!" It was Sierra and Mira desperately wished she was aloud to call out.

Nick ignore Sierra still. She kept pounding, but he didn't move a muscle.

The pounding finally stopped. Sierra's voice came through the door again, sounding cold and distant compared to the heat in her voice earlier.

"Mira I've had enough. I'm going to see Ken. I'm going to get you back. And I'm going to make you suffer for the worry you put me through. And when I'm done that, I'm coming for Nick. It's true the SRO can only discipline female students...but Nick...don't think I can't find a way to touch you."

Nick laughed, loud enough for Sierra to hear him. But he didn't say anything. Didn't get up.

Mira took a deep breath. She could do this. Just a little bit longer, and she'd be back where she belongs.