Some important errands

Friday could not arrive fast enough for either of us. The extra time does give me the chance to get everything I wanted for the weekend. It took three different stops, first at an adult's sex shop in Hartford, next the local hardware store was a perfect source for ropes and chains. The final stop was a jewelry store to buy a pair of gold hoop earrings.

Two more times I heard Alison's bed 'thumping' against the wall of her room, and the clothes she wore were even more daring than usual, but I was able to keep my hands to myself. Just barely.

On Friday morning Alison has an extra spring to her step as she prepares for her classes.

“I'm done at lunch today, Mr. P.” She bites her lower lip shyly before finishing the thought. “After that I'm all yours.”

“Ummm, I like the sound of that.” Alison's smile confirms that she's been looking forward to this too.

“What do you want me to wear, Sir?” Clearly, she has been thinking about this. “A skimpy nightgown like the women snatched from their berths of the Evening Star, a formal dress like that political rival's daughter, or maybe you want me completely naked, like the girls paraded on the auction block waiting to be sold to a new master.” It is a good question, and one that I've been thinking about more and more as this day approached.

“Let's start off with you in a fancy dress.” As appealing as it was to be a space pirate ravishing a struggling Imperial captive, the truth of the matter is that it will be easier to undress Alison than pause to have her put more clothes back on. “Something formal, that I can slowly strip off your beautiful body.”

“Oh, dear Lord, Mr. P.” I can see the excitement in my eager little tenant's eyes. “That poor young woman would be terrified, and so helpless ... you could do anything you wanted to her innocent body.” I can see how excited this lovely coed is and her next question confirms that the waiting has been as hard for her as me. “And then you'll hold her down and **** her legs apart so you can ravish her?”

“Eventually, but there's no need to rush things. I'll probably start small, maybe by piercing that lovely debutant's ears.” This clearly confuses Alison; it is probably the last thing she expected me to say.

“What?” I just grin and reach out to touch her earlobe just below the gold stud.

“I know your ears are already pierced, Angel, on Earth it's no big deal. But an unmarried Imperial would never let a man mark her like that, not unless she was a captured ****.” I can see that Alison is still confused so I gently remove the backing and pull the out the stud and set it on the kitchen table before rubbing the spot on her ear where it had been. Now imagine that this ear was as pure and untouched as when you were a child. I see a growing understanding as I caress the soft skin. Imagine how you might feel if when man takes a needle and sticks it though this soft untouched skin.

“Oh, Mr. P. I think I get it.” Her fingers touch her ear tentatively. “Putting a needle in her ear is almost like deflowering her, it's a stab of pain piercing her flesh that makes her yours.”

“That's right, and when I put a ring in your ear everyone will know what happened, and that you belong to me.” I pick up the small gold stud and hand it back to her. “Just like a rancher tagging his cattle.”

“You, Mr. P, are a very wicked man.” Alison sighs softly, “How am I going to sit through Dr. Lark's class if all I can think about is what it would be like to be an Imperial debutant captured and marked by some wicked alpha male who claims me like a yearling heifer.” Instead of replacing the earring, she removes the matching one and puts the pair together on the placemat.

“Don't worry Angel, I'm not going to put another hole in your ear, but I might prick it enough to get a drop of blood. Is that OK?”

“Oh, Mr. P, stop trying to be the nice guy.” She climbs to her feet and stands by my shoulder not quite touching me. “I've spent all week reading about young women taken by greedy slavers who prey on Imperial maidens, corrupt politicians abusing the daughters of their political rivals and ruthless space pirates who drag their victims out of their rooms and **** them in front of their friends. If one of the beautiful daughters of the great families of the Imperium falls into your hands, you should do whatever you want with her as she begs for mercy.” She smiles at me sweetly, “You got that?”

When she sees me nod, she heads for the door but as she's leaving, I see her fingers reach for her ear once again.