Does That Please Master

May 14, 2008 – 11:44 am

“Techincal here,” Alley heard over the pay phone.

“It’s me, Alley. I’m at the airport. You still working?”

“Yeah, shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. We’re
installing the upgrade on the network this weekend so
that we don’t disrupt the faculty too much.”

“If you’re busy, I can take a cab.”

“No, no, no, I’ll be there. James can finish up. We were
almost done anyway. Let me finish a few things and I’ll
be over there,” Alley could hear the smile in Ken’s
voice, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too. See you then.”

Alley sat outside the small terminal and pulled a book
from her bag. It would difficult to guess when Ken
would arrive. She had read at least one chapter when
Ken pulled up in his Saturn. Alley considered the
curiosity that Ken was the first man she had dated
for any length that could afford a new car. It was also
the first new car Ken could afford to buy. They were
becoming adults, imagine that.

Alley rolled her bag to the curb while her big man
unfolded himself out of the driver’s seat. His gut was
getting more pronounced, and she herself was feeling
more than a little overfed after a week with family.
They both needed exercise, and Alley knew what Ken’s
solution would be.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just imagining you trying to climb out of
that old Civic you told me about.”

“It was a good car! It served me well.”

“Oh really? That must have been the first ten years.”

Ken shut the trunk after loading the suitcase. Alley
placed a new soft-sided briefcase in the back seat and
stepped into the passenger side.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

“Yep, it’s a laptop. Dad gave it to me. I had made a
random comment about wanting one…”

“Geez… He just gave you a laptop?”

“Well, it’s a ‘belated graduation/help Alley get a real
job’ gift,” Alley chuckled quietly. “I had really wanted
a trip to Europe, but I had to start the postdoc right
away… Anyway, that’s just how Dad shows he cares, to
not accept his gifts would be a slap in the face…”

“So how was dear old Dad, how does he feel about us
living together?

Did he give you a hard time?”

“He doesn’t know, I mean about the relationship part.
I’ve had male roommates before, so unless you told
him… He didn’t comment,” Alley looked at Ken as he
drove. He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed
it. Alley’s postdoc position would last another nine
months, and then she would have to find a faculty
appointment somewhere.

Whether Ken would come with her was still uncertain,
it was clear he was satisfied with the status quo. She
hadn’t told her father because she didn’t have anything
to tell. “Besides, I like to pick my battles. He was
concerned about the job situation.”

Ken was silent for a moment, “So you haven’t said
anything about the vacation. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, I guess it was all right, if you like emotional

“Surely you’re exaggerating,” Ken’s eyebrows furrowed
as Alley watched him drive. It was rush hour in the
college town, complicated by the presence of moving
vans. The kids were back. Those in academia will tell
you that college towns would be perfect, if it weren’t
for the students.

“Well, not that much. We just had to get used to each
other again. If it had just been me and my dad, or me
and my brother and his family… You put that many
strong-willed people in one room and… and don’t call
me Shirley.”

“Ha! I was wondering if you’d catch that. So what did
you do?”

“Well, things ran a lot smoother when I kept my mouth
shut and stayed in the kitchen.”

Ken laughed, “As it should be, woman!”

Alley didn’t answer right away. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“What’s the matter? You sound depressed or something.”

“I’m just tired, it’s ragweed season back home, and I
got a headache on the flight. I just need to rest.”

They were sitting at a long light and Alley became lost
in her thoughts. Visiting her family was a strain,
walking on egg shells like that. The idea of a
minefield wasn’t far off. Like the lush, green
countries of Southeast Asia, they appeared a peaceful
family with no trace of the open hostilities of the
past, but a careless word during a stressful moment
could detonate the buried animosities.

In the midst of this, Alley had felt the ground give way
beneath her as she dropped into a forgotten cave. She
had seen at her feet that once familiar subterranean
pool of rage. Alley had gazed into its still depths, she
knew the taste of it, pure, dark, and bitter. She felt
shame, for mixing her metaphors, and for knowing the
pool still existed, that forgiveness and understanding
had not caused the pool to fade away, or at least
diluted its potency.

She wanted desperately to be free of it; Alley did not
want such a terrible resource from which to draw the
power to hurt others. She knew she would ultimately
hurt herself and end up alone. Gratefully, the now
latent anger felt as distant as a dream, Alley could not
get close enough to see her reflection on the jet

Ken was watching her, “I missed you.” He smiled down
at her and squeezed her knee gently.

“I missed you, too.” Alley tried to look relaxed as she
smiled up at him.

“I’m going to have to call James when we get home.”

“I could have gotten a cab if you needed to work.”

“No way! I plan on making you squeal tonight,” he
grinned. “What’s your pleasure?”

“It’s up to you. I’ve gotten out of the habit of making
the decisions this week. You can make the call.”

“Be careful what you wish for… With that kind of
attitude, I might request something very special.

“Such as?”

“Such as… a little sub/dom?”

“Gee, I should have known.”

“I should have known, SIR.”

“Well, considering I’ve been practicing all week, now
is as good a time as any.” Alley blew her nose
vigorously. “Damn allergies.”

“Do you want to wait until you’re feeling better?”

“Nah, you’re lucky to get me while my resistance is
down. Jest let me take something for the headache and
get cleaned up. That should give you enough time to
think stuff up.”

“My dear, I’ve been thinking stuff up since the seventh

They pulled up into the driveway, and Ken carried in
Alley’s bags as they walked into the house. Alley walked up
the stairs and grabbed her bathrobe before heading to
the shower. She could hear Ken talking with James, his
assistant, while she pulled out the pain reliever from
the medicine cabinet.

Alley sat on the edge of the bathtub, unable to decide
whether she wanted a shower or a bath. She ached from
sitting in the cramped plane, but there was also the
issue of time. Beside, she’d probably fall asleep in a
bath. This night was going to be for Ken, so she set
the water to cool, and took off her robe. As Alley was
stepping into the tub, she heard a quick rap on the
door and turned to see Ken’s head poke in.

“Alley, guess who called, while I was talking to James?
Ryan Lefevre… I invited him over… Remember how you
once said you could imagine a threesome with him? This
is going to be great!”

Alley looked stunned for a moment, trying to decide how
to react. She wanted to know if Ken had already told
Ryan about their speculations, how long he had known,
how he had reacted. Alley paused.

“As you wish, Master.” Alley lowered her eyes and held
still, making no attempt to cover herself as Ken
stared at her.

Alley couldn’t see the slow, wide grin appear on Ken’s
face, but she could hear it in his voice. “Oh, this is
going to be good.” The man continued to look at the
naked woman in front of him. Alley did not move.


“Huh? Oh yeah. Yes, Allison?”

“May I be allowed to finish my shower, Sir?”

“Oh, of course. Please continue, Allison.”

“And, Sir?”

“Yes, Allison?”

“Does Master have any special requests as to what his
humble slave shall wear?”

Ken paused. “I know, that thing we bought last month.
And those shoes you have… uh… you know the ones…
Damn, I wish I had a leash!”

Alley’s eyes flickered for a moment before she said, “If
it pleases you, Master, I do have a velvet choker that
may give the impression of a collar.”

“Oh, it pleases me very much… but I’ll let you get

Alley stepped into the shower in a lighter mood. She was
a performer at heart, especially when costumes were
involved. Whether or not the actress was ready for this
little improvisation, they all would have to wait and
see. Alley was hardly submissive ordinarily, but she was
a trouper and knew when to back off for the sake of the
ensemble. But how far would Ken take this? Alley felt a
tug in her gut and told herself to treat it like a
game, that if it didn’t work out, so what? One night,
give him what he wants.

Refreshed, Alley stepped out of the shower and toweled
off quickly before scurrying into the bedroom. She
brushed out her hair and saw that the summer sun had
brought out the red highlights in her otherwise mousy
locks. Alley had let it grow and the month’s old, but
expensive perm gave her relaxed cascade of warm, soft,
wavy hair. Sometimes you get lucky.

Alley dug into her lingerie drawer and pulled out the
‘thing.’ At first, it looked like a baby-doll nightie,
with sheer black fabric swinging below the bra portion.
But the cups were merely crescent moons, stiff with
padding and underwire. It would support Alley’s ample
breasts while exposing all of the nipple and most of
the pale, round flesh. Alley liked the jet beading that
dangled from the not-even-demi cups, giving a Victorian
look… yearite. Alley had hoped that they could have
found one whose skirt was more opaque, to obscure her
30+ year old hips and belly, but hey, you do the best
with what you’ve got.

Alley slipped on the matching thong and searched for the
velvet choker.

She then pulled out a clutch purse with a removable
chain strap. Slipping the choker through a wide ring at
the end of the chain; Alley was now leashed. Since the
velvet strip was held closed with velcro, it was a
collar in appearance only. Any real resistance on her
part would destroy the illusion. Small comfort once
Ryan showed up, since Ken and he were both over a
foot taller than Alley.

The woman’s hand trembled a little as she applied her
makeup. After a few dabs of perfume, Alley stepped into
the high black suede pumps. She turned to examine the
saucy slave in the mirror, so different from the
bespectacled scientist Alley knew herself to be. It was
funny how the color black worked for her, it set off
her ivory skin. She never looked sickly, even in her
artsy malcontent days. Alley decided she had stalled
enough. She opened the door to the upstairs hallway.

“Are you almost done up there?”

Alley took a deep breath. “I am ready for you, Sir.”

“Lord, I do like the way you say that. Come on, let me
have a look.”

As Alley walked to the head of the stairs, the light from
the living room below caught her. Ken was looking up
at her as he blinked in disbelief. Alley could just see
the camera in Ken’s head panning up from the
stilletos to the thong, pausing to zoom in her now
stiff, exposed nipples and then to the collar. Ken’s
smile told it all, he approved.

“My, but you are a saucy wench, Allison.”

Alley quickly dropped her eyes at the sound of her full

“Thank you, Master.”

Alley stepped down the stairs slowly, unsure of her
footing as the trembling returned. At the foot of the
stairs, Ken waited silently. Alley handed him the free
end of the chain.

“My leash, Master.”

“Ah yes, Allison. Come over here, Allison. Let me
look at you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ken led Alley to the sofa facing the television.
Anticipating, Alley picked up a pillow.

“Allison, did I tell you to pick up a pillow?”

Alley’s eyes flickered, but she kept them lowered. “No,

“Why do you want the pillow, Allison?”

“To kneel on, Master.”

“Did I tell you would be kneeling?”

“No, Master.”

“And do you trust your master so little to assume that
I would not think of your comfort?”

“I trust you, Master.”

“Then give me the pillow, Allison.”

Ken took the pillow and tossed it on the floor, “Bend
over, Allison.”

Alley felt her face flush with anger as she bent over.

“You understand I’m doing this for your own good, you
need to understand the rules,” Ken reached out to
caress Alley’s exposed ass. Alley felt a jolt of pleasure
from the touch of skin on skin. She felt his hand leave
and then a quick rush of air before the sting of a
slap. Alley hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath
until she cried out.

“It’s really for your own good,” Ken said.

“Th-thank you, Master,” Alley’s body shook as she felt
her control of the situation slip away. She tried to
remind herself that she could stop this at any time.
Alley took a few deep breaths to calm down. Ken sat
down on the sofa.

“Allison, now you may take the pillow and kneel before
me. I’d like to look at you for a while.”

“Yes, Master,” Alley replied. She stooped over to pick up
the pillow, and her breasts dangled beneath her. Alley
placed the pillow on the carpet in front of Ken and
began to kneel down. She stopped.


“Yes, Allison?”

“May I take off my shoes, Sir? The heels will dig into
my thighs.”

“Yes, Allison, go ahead. See, that wasn’t so bad, was

Alley felt the heat rush to her face, but said nothing
but a soft “No, sir.” That boy better be enjoying this
and be damn grateful, she thought. Alley stepped out of
her shoes and kneeled on the pillow, she tried to will
the muscles in her neck and shoulders to relax. Alley
could feel the weight of the chain pull on the velvet
choker. She kept her eyes focused on Ken’s shoes and
her hands in her lap. Ken moved his feet apart and
Alley heard him unzip his pants. Alley tried in vain to
look through her lashes at Ken’s lap.

“Do you want to watch me stroke my cock, Allison?”

“I only want to do what pleases my master.”

“You look so sexy like that, Alley. You’ve got me so hot
right now.”

“It pleases me to know I arouse you, Master.” It was
true, Alley could hear Ken’s voice thicken with
excitement and his breathing become shallow and raspy.
Therein lied her power, and Alley felt herself relax. She
didn’t have to see him stroke himself, Alley could
picture it in her head. She felt her pussy tighten in
response. Alley waited for the next command.

The doorbell rang.

“Stay, Alley!” Ken stuck his hand out as if Alley were a
pet. “It’s Ryan, oh fuck, I wish he had waited about
five minutes and then he would have seen a beautiful
sight… Not that you don’t look fabulous right now,
Allison.” Ken tucked his erection into his pants and
zipped up, hopping to the door.

Alley brought her hand up to adjust the bra and thought
better of it, men had this thing about disheveled
women, and Ken would take another whack at her for
moving. Alley had no intention of being ‘disciplined’ in
front of Ryan. Oh god, Ryan, Alley thought. She just
decided not to think about it, what ever will be, will

Alley would have killed to see the expression on Ryan’s
face as he walked into the room. Actually, she could
only see that his long legs stop just short of the

“Uh… Is this some kind of a joke?” Alley heard him say.

Alley risked it, she had to see. She slowly raised her
head, keeping her lids low… really going for effect.
Her heart stopped a moment as she gazed fully into the
handsome man’s face. Oh god, Ryan was beautiful.

“Good Evening, Master Ryan.”

Alley felt herself ooze between her legs as Ryan seemed
to drink her in. Ryan was currently single because yet
another beautiful, charming, intelligent woman got
tired of waiting for him to commit. Ryan was young, it
was understandable. Once Ken introduced Alley to his
friends, they always talked and flirted. Ryan made
girls feel like they were the only woman in the world,
let alone the room. Ryan cracked a grin, and Alley was
released from his spell. Ken didn’t comment on her
impertinence as Alley lowered her gaze.

“All right, where’s the video camera, you guys can’t be

“Video camera! I knew I forgetting something! Shit, too
late now really…”

Ryan slowly walked around the couch to take a closer
look at Alley.

“Can I touch her?”

Alley laughed in spite of herself, this getting a little
silly now. However, she could feel her legs begin to
cramp. She tried to work them out somehow without

“I think she’s getting stiff, maybe we should let her
walk around or something,” Ryan said.

Alley flinched a little again, chaffing at being spoken
of in the third person or more correctly, third pet.
She kept quiet.

“Okay, Allison, you can stand up. Turn around so Ryan
can get a good look at you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ryan looked from head to toe as Alley displayed herself
to him, still keeping her eyes lowered. The young man’s
erection was evident.

“I’m serious, can I touch her?”

“Sure, but right now I need her lips around my cock.
Have I told you that Alley gives incredible blow jobs?”

“No shit?”

“Allison, bring your pillow close to the sofa. Are you
ready to please your master?”

“Yes, Sir.” Alley really did like the feel of a cock in
her mouth. She was good at it and was proud of that.
Alley bent over to give Ryan a clear view of her ass as
she moved the pillow forward. She smiled when she heard
a guttural “Oh!” behind her. Alley knelt between Ken’s
now bare legs. He had scooted himself to the edge of
the sofa, giving her easy access to him. Alley reached
one arm around his thigh and hip for support as she
bent over. Her behind stuck out like an invitation.

Alley began. She lightly grasped the shaft to hold
Ken’s cock steady as she ran the tip of her tongue
lightly over the cockhead, licking up the precum. Alley
ran her tongue in circles at the crown where the head
met the shaft. Ken’s cock throbbed in her hand and
Alley took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked it
lightly as she rubbed her tongue against it inside her
mouth. Alley took another chance and smiled up at Ken,
she was in familiar territory.

“Oh god, baby, take it all now. I can’t hold out much

As Alley tilted her head, she could see Ryan standing
over her, watching her suck Ken. Alley heard the
insistent soft slap-slap as he stroked himself. Alley
tilted her head and relaxed her throat as she sucked
Ken’s cock deep into her mouth. She kept her tongue
rubbing against the shaft as Ken began thrusting, Alley
felt the head pop back into her throat. Now she had to
stay focused, to remember to breath carefully… Alley
just heard Ryan’s slap-slap…

“I want to fuck her, Ken. I’m going to take that wet
pussy of hers hard,” Ryan was breathing heavy.

“Not yet, Ry… Oh god, baby… shit… She might…
might tense up… oh fuck!”

Alley felt the bitter taste swirl a little up to the back
of her mouth, but for the most part, Ken came deep in
her throat. He shuddered beneath her. Alley continued
sucking on Ken’s familiar cock until his hand came to
rest on her head. She pulled herself up, and Alley smiled
up at Ken.

“Does that please my Master?”

“Oh yeah… let me catch my breath… Ry, what’s your

“Brace yourself, woman. I’m coming in.”

Ryan grabbed Alley’s hips roughly and she felt his cock
press between her lips. She was pretty slick and Alley
reached between her legs to guide him in. Ryan was not
quite as thick as Ken and Alley gripped his cock with
the walls of her pussy to compensate.

“Oh god, you’re loving this, aren’t you, Alley? This is
what you *really* want, isn’t it?”

Ryan fucked her fast and hard as Alley braced herself
against the sofa. She was still positioned between
Ken’s legs and she looked up at him. He smiled at her
and brushed the hair from her face. Alley was so focused
on squeezing Ryan’s cock that her orgasm startled her.
Her hands slipped and her legs trembled. Ryan pulled
her up and Alley bounced like a ragdoll until the young
man came into her shuddering cunt. Alley came to rest
kneeling with on arm on Ken’s thigh and Ryan slumped
over her.

“Shit, Ken, she’s like a fucking milking machine or

“That’s my Alley!”

Alley felt spent. On other nights, she could outlast
Ken, although she wouldn’t speculate about the well-
conditioned Ryan. Alley let her head and arms drop to
the floor. She stayed there, feeling the sweat cool and
her throbbing heartbeat slow.

“Alley, get up,” Ryan commanded.

She stayed put.

“Ry, leave her alone, she’s tired.”

“She hasn’t wrapped those hot lips around my cock yet.
Alley’s loving this, can’t you see that?”

“Okay, okay, Ry… if you want it that badly,” Alley
started pulling herself up onto her shaky legs, wetness
dripping down.

Ken stood up, “Alley, sit down! Alley is done when I say
she’s done, Ry!”

Alley’s voice sounded deep and angry, “Alley is done when
*I* say she’s done!” The men were stunned into silence.
Alley glared at them and then exhaustion took over, she
sunk down into the sofa with the grunt. “Unhhh… and
I’m done.”

Ryan had the look of angry embarrassment, “Yeah, well,
sorry… I guess I’d better go… and .. um…” His
expression softened, “You were great Alley, really.”

“Thanks, Ry, maybe I can suck your cock another time,

Ryan laughed a little, “Yeah, maybe. Good night you

Alley had already begun drifting off to sleep when Ken
lifted her off the sofa. She could hear him grunt as he
carried her up the stairs.

“You don’t have to do this… I can walk”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry about Ryan.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t let you ‘defend’ me, I guess I
don’t do submissive well.”

Ken gave a soft chuckle, “Heh, you were fighting it
every minute… except when you ate my cock like an
icecream cone.”

“Does it bother you? That I’m not submissive and I get
angry like that?”

Ken had laid Alley in bed and as she unhooked her
garment he slid into bed beside her.

“No! I’m amazed you went as far as you did tonight.
Thanks a lot, Alley, for trusting me. Now go to sleep.”

“Yes, Master.”

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