That was perfect

“You, my dear,” I sigh contentedly a few minutes later when we are cuddled together on the couch, “were perfect!” Her smile at my praise is almost enough to get my old cock going again, but even with the help from the pills, I have to admit I'm done for the night. I pull her into my arms for one last kiss and she melts into me with a mew of satisfaction.

“Do you want to try something different tomorrow night, Mr. P?” Alison's hand trail down my naked thigh, “You could make me serve you like a well-trained pleasure ****. I could use my hands ... or my mouth again.” 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 in between each time?”

“That's really sweet of you, Angel, but it might not be enough.” I kiss her softly to make it clear that it's not her fault, “I guess this is one of the differences between real life and fantasy. The fact of the matter is, twice in a night might be all I've got.” 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 break me in like you just did, and then train me how to be pleasing to men.”

“That's right, Angel.” Curious to see how she feels about what we just did, I throw 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 take whips and chains, Sir.” Alison's expressive eyes blink twice, “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 don't want to hurt you, Honey.” Alison's laughter catches me a little by surprise.

“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, if the punishment gets too intense, all I have to do is stop resisting and 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 the couch kissing and working out different scenarios of **** girls taken to Gor. She tries a couple times to revive me, in spite of a slight thickening of my cock, there really just isn't anything there. Sitting by her side as she gets used to touching me is quite pleasant, but I really am going to have to start doubling up on the pills that Dr. Williams subscribed if I want to be able to keep up with this insatiable young woman.