That's enough

“That's enough, you pretty little tease.” I laugh as I help her climb back to her feet. “I was going to wait for the weekend so I could be good and ready for you.”

“I don't think I could have waited that long, Master.” She pulls the rough burlap around her again, “As it is, I'm going to be rereading that Akkadis book again tonight when I should be getting sleep.”

“Off with you, and I'd better not catch you rubbing yourself as you read.” I warn her with a playful slap on her half covered ass.

“No, Sir.” Alison shakes her head slowly, “although, I bet a strict Master like you would know how to handle a misbehaving **** if you caught her doing something naughty.” She scampers playfully up the steps flashing me as the burlap flaps around her thighs and disappears around the corner to her bedroom.

That night I consider how I want to play out this weekend's encounter, and after about twenty minutes on Amazon I order a set of stainless steel manacles and a matching collar. Judging by her comments for the past couple days Alison seems to be interested in discipline from you too, and you wonder if you should buy the flogger that the web-sight recommends to go with your purchases. In the end you decide that your hand will work just fine if she needs a little correction; you've never particularly cared for that aspect of these soft-core erotica and see no point in changing now.

The next morning Alison heads off to school wearing her normal clothes after sharing breakfast with you almost like last night hadn't even happened. When she gets back from school though it is a whole new story. I hear her upstairs when she gets home, and figure that she must be getting caught up on the schoolwork that has been piling up as she spends her time on reading the books I gave her. Less than five minutes latter I realize how wrong I am when she comes down to meet me dressed in a slightly more tailored version of the burlap that I gave her.

The rough cloth has been formed into a short tunic belted around her slender waist, it is by no means at all modest with the deep gaps at the sides and the way the hem hit high on her thighs.

“Master, I'm here to please you, if you wish.” She kneels with her hands on her thighs and spreads her legs wide just like a well trained ****. It is a very pleasing look and I consider throwing all my good intentions out the window and fucking her over the back of the couch as hard as I can. “Are you going to use me for your pleasure, Sir?” In the end though, I decide to save up every ounce of vitality that I had for this weekend.

“You are a good little **** aren't you?” I can feel my cock throbbing at the sight of this beautiful teen on her knees in the **** garb I gave her. I rest my hand on her head as I look down at where she's gazing up at me.

“Is that what you want, Mr. P?” Alison asks boldly, “Or would you rather have a raw **** that you have to tame?” Some small tell must have given my secret desire, because Alison smiles wickedly and pulls her knees together and pulls her arms in front of her hiding as much of her sexy body as she can. “There's been a mistake, Mister. I'm not the kind of girl who could ever be a sex ****.” I guess, considering the slavegirl books I gave her are full of these scenes it's not such an amazing deduction, but it's still got me aching in anticipation.

“I guess fucking a **** new girl into submission is what I'm going for.” Alison smiles knowingly as she cowers a little more at my feet.

“I think that would be incredible, Mr. P.” She hesitates for just a second before asking one more question. “What kind of raw **** do you want? A terrified Earth girl who can't understand what has happened to her, or a proud Imperial virgin who knows only too well the fate of that awaits her in the planets on the outer reaches of the Empire?”