Give her a little preview

I decided to give her a preview of what I had in mind for the upcoming weekend. A couple days ago I found a thin black strip of leather leftover from an old project in my basement and had brought it with me back to the kitchen where it would be more accessible. Remember, I've been thinking about this for over thirty years now, and even tried this kind of light bondage a couple times with Fran, so I knew pretty much what I wanted. Alison however was clearly surprised when I opened a draw below the sink and pulled out the strap.

“Mr. P?”

Twisting the flexible leather in my hands experimentally I grin wickedly at my young tenant and let her know what I have in mind.

“Can you imagine what it would be like to be a spoiled Imperial debutant who falls into the hands of a skilled slaver.” Her eyes widen and some of the color drains from her face now that the situation is getting very real.

“Oh Mr. P, she'd be so scared.”

“Get your hands in the air girl - don't make me hurt you!” It doesn't take her long to fall into character. Clearly, like me, this is something she has been thinking about over the past few days.

“Please, Sir.” Her voice takes on a different tone with the hint of European accent. “My family is very wealthy - they will pay for my safe return.” I spite of her protest she lifts her hands demurely and allows me to wrap the black leather around her slender wrists. A heavy cast-iron hook on the wall makes the perfect tie point and once I've secured Alison's hands above her head I step back to admire the sight.

“That may be,” I run my fingers along her soft cheek, “but I know others who will pay almost as much for a fine piece of ass like this.” I chuckle crudely, “You smooth-skinned Imperial bitches always fetch top-coin. Especially in the far-reach planets where the Rimmers have a particular appetite for the soft bodies of the sweet young daughters of their oppressors.”

“No, not that!” Alison's eyes widen in an almost believable fear. “Those Barbarians keep women as pleasure slaves,” she licks her lips nervously before disclosing in a breathy whisper, “I'm still unspoiled, no man has ever even seen my naked body.” I step even closer and pin her trembling body to the wall as I imagine what it would be like to have a prize like that to plunder. I am close enough to smell the familiar scent of her flowery shampoo and lean in to whisper in her ear.

“Don't worry yourself about your prized virginity, Honey. By the time you reach the Rim-world auction houses you'll be experienced enough to please any man.”

“No, you can't!” Her breasts are straining against her knit top and I can easily see her small nipples where the hard peaks are trying to poke though the thin fabric. I consider tearing off the thin straps so I could pull down her shirt, but I don't want to go all out today, this is after all just a preview of what is to come.

“Of course I can you stupid girl.” It is surprisingly easy to fall into the role of a merciless slaver; after years of reading these fantasies I know exactly what I want. “This is what I do,” My hands slide up under her shirt and find her tits as I speak, “procuring fresh meat from the Core worlds is challenging, but it pays nice dividends.” I **** my knee between her thighs and grind my leg against her sex as she squirms, “and the perks of breaking in your untouched bodies helps make up for the risk.”

“But I'd be worth more as a virgin, wouldn't I?” Her soft eyes search mine for any sign of mercy as I grope her body.

“Certainly.” I concede, “but what's the fun in that?”

“Are you going to deflower me now?” Alison can barely disguise her excitement, “Here in my family's estate?” I am by now as hard as a rock. The idea of throwing this bound beauty onto the floor and plunging into her 'virgin' pussy certainly was tempting, but leaving her unsatisfied and horny for a couple more days might make this weekend even hotter.