It's perfect

“You, my dear,” I sigh contentedly, “were perfect!” Her smile at my praise is almost enough to get my old cock going again, but without the help from some pills, I have to admit I'm done for the night. I pull her into my arms for one last kiss and then slowly put out of the sexy teen.

“Do you want to try something different, Mr. P?” Alison's hand trail down my naked thigh, “I could use my hands ... or even my mouth.” The way color floods into her cheeks making it clear how unused she is to even talking about something like this. “You know, to get you hard again?”

“That's really sweet of you, Angel,” I kiss her softly to make it clear that she has done nothing wrong, “I guess this is one of the differences between real life and fantasy. The fact of the matter is I'm spent, and I want to make sure I have a full load this weekend.” I pause to double check that we are still good. “You still OK, with my plan for this weekend?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes drop to the hands that are twisting nervously on her lap. “You're going to capture me and then train me how to be pleasing to my Master.”

“That's right, Angel.” Curious to see what she is expecting I through out a question. “Are you going to be a good ****, or am I going to have to tame you before you spread your legs for me.”

“Mr. P, you can't expect a raw **** new to her collar to submit without a fight.” Her coy smile tells you everything you need to know. Your shy tenant's dark side is starting to show more and more.

“It might require ropes and whips, Sir.” Her expressive eyes blink twice, “Really, a newly captured slavegirl should be in chains, don't you think?” I should have stuck with my original plan to buy her some Harlequins, what the fuck was I thinking giving her books by Norman and Sparrowhawk. “You do have some chain downstairs in the basement, don't you Mr. P? I mean you have just about everything down there.” I do have chains, a couple different gauges from heavy duty ones that can haul a ten ton wagon to more delicate chains that would look perfect wrapped around Alison's delicate wrists, but that's not the point.

“I'm not into hurting people, Angel.” Alison's laughter fills her small bedroom.

“Oh Mr. P, you are honestly the nicest person I know. I'm not worried about you going too far, I'm worried that you'll hold back too much.” Alison's trust in me helps a little, but she must still see that I have reservations. “Relax Mr. P, remember if I don't want to be punished, all I have to do is let you fuck me.” It is a surprisingly crude assessment of the situation from someone as sweet and innocent as her, but it is a good point. I guess I have to see where I last stored those chains.

I spend another half hour or so with Alison on her bed. She tries a couple times to revive me, in spite of a slight thickening of my cock, there really just isn't anything there. Laying naked on the bed by her side as she gets used to touching me is quite pleasant, but I really am going to have to start taking the pills that Dr. Williams subscribed if I want to be able to keep up with this insatiable young woman.