“The wicked Mistress”

“I'm so embarrassed, Sir.” Alison's big eyes search mine for any hint of understanding, “Until tonight, I never even imagined that a woman could own slaves.” Is this going where I think it is, did this Holier-than-thou Women's Studies student get excited about being a **** owner and mistreating some rival of hers? I would have put money that with Alison's submissive tendencies that she would have pictured herself as the abused ****, but apparently there is more to this young coed than I gave her credit for. “The woman was from Earth too, Mr. P. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew that the **** she bought would be a horny little slut once a man showed her his thingy.” There is a sharpness to the teen's tone that makes it possible to picture Alison as a proud Mistress of Gor, it is difficult because of the way her naked body is tied down to the bed, but I can picture her wearing flowing white robes and a veil, pulled back in the privacy of her estate, staring sternly at her old rival.

Alison however, seems unaware of any of this as she lies on her back looking up at me with a mixture of fear and excitement. She continues describing her wicked fantasy of domination and **** on her captured rival.

“The Mistress in that book knew her victim.” She licks her lips and a sly smile bends her lips wickedly. “She picked her out specifically to be taken to the distant planet and enslaved.” Clearly, this is exciting for the impressionable teen. “I know exactly who I would pick if I had been that powerful mistress.” There is a certainty in her tone that makes me wonder what anyone might have done to bring this vindictive side of Alison to light.

“Really, and who would that be?” Immediately the look on Alison's face changes back to shame and doubt.

“Please, Mr. P?” She once again tugs helplessly at her ties. “My stupid fantasy doesn't matter. Please ... make me feel like you did last week, I'm not that kind of person ...”

“It's OK, Angel.” I gently brush a clump of sweat-dampened hair from her face. “Fantasies are just that, they're not real. What you imagine as you lie on this bed in the dark doesn't change who you are.”

“But the reasons I want to see Dani humiliated are so wrong... so wicked...” I laugh easily and Alison relaxes on the bed until I can see she is willing to share. “I can't believe I'm telling you this.” She takes a deep breath and looks me straight in the eye.

“Danielle Anderson. Miss Prim-and-Proper acts like she has been chosen by Our Lord and Savior Himself to guide his sinning people, but under her pretty façade, she is a nasty bitch who deserves every last thing that happened to Judy in the Gor book.” As I softly stroke her face and arms Alison tells me about her close friend from last year, a slender brunette from Minneapolis, who was also a member of Alison's Bible Study group. Danielle and Alison were active in all sorts of campaigns to bring moral values back to campus life. What started out as a fellowship between two like-minded students gradually turned competitive with both of them running for the position of secretary of the Christian Campus Ministry (which Alison won) and and finally even vindictive.

“I told her about Richard, Mr. P.” Alison explains even as my hands explore the sweet swell of her breasts. “Instead of giving me the support I expected Dani called me a harlot and slut. I was dying inside, and she lectured me about how she would never give her treasure away and that her husband would be the one and only man who ever got to touch her naked body.” I was beginning to see why Alison held such contempt for this young woman. “She tried to **** me out of the Bible Study group, and worst of all she threatened to tell everyone about me and Richard if I didn't resign from my position as secretary and swear that I wouldn't run against her this year.”

“Oh I'm sorry, Angel.” I offer, but Alison is having none of my tenderness.

“What she did to me doesn't make what I was thinking any better, Mr. P.” Her voice is getting ragged, and her hips are starting to rise and fall again. “As I fingered myself Mr. P I imagined what it would feel like to have Miss High and Mighty completely under my control.” Once again, I see the darker side to this sweet preacher's daughter as her narration intensifies, “I order my men to use her like the slut I know she is under that pristine veneer, both of them at the same time ... forcing her to please them as I watch and laugh ...” Her body is once again writhing on the bed with her arms jerking against the restraints and her eyes shut tight lost in her imagination once again.

“Ruin that little bitch! Both of you at once! I want to see her stretched open, I want to see her used like a sex-doll with a cock in every hole, and I want her to beg for it.” Until this moment I didn't even know that Alison had this kind of vocabulary, I am as hard as a rock, following Alison's depraved fantasy easily as she describes what she'd have her men do to her one-time rival.

Unable to resist any longer my hand slides under the sheet and between Alison's warm thighs and I cup her sex slipping two fingers inside her soaking slit as she bucks under me.

“Yes!” Her mouth opens and her back arches up off the mattress. “Yes, she's nothing but a cunt for you to play with!” Alison is so close to cumming that the slightest pressure on my part will send her over the edge.

“She's begging you to let her cum, Mistress.” I grunt harshly into Alison's ear pretending to be one of her male slaves. “She wants to explode.” I am of course talking as much about Alison as her imagined victim, but I put the choice back on my tenant letting her control the end of this scene of vengeance and domination

“Do you let this horny slavegirl have the satisfaction she's begging for, or do you stop your men when she's right on the edge of her climax?”