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     Journal Entry 247 / 0519

     "Mind if I sit here?" said a friendly and familiar voice.

     "Hi!" I said, looking up to find Aaden standing opposite the table,
tray in hand.  "Yeah, yeah, sit down, sit down," I said.  He scooted the
chair back and sat, placing the tray on the table.  "That's your lunch?"
I asked.  On the tray was a rather small salad.

     "I'm watching my weight," he said, smiling.  "So where's Lynn?"

     "Said she had to see her medico.  It's not like there was any
agreed period.  She just came up to me two days ago and said, 'On your
knees.'"

     "What was it like?"

     "What was what like?  Being topped by Lynn, or just being topped by
a woman in general?"

     "Both," he replied.

     "Well, being topped by a woman I've only seen as an ELF before was
pretty new, but it was harder, generally, to let myself by topped by a
woman.  And I'll tell you, with a strap she was brutal.  I still can't
sit down comfortably."

     He laughed.  "You were good last night."

     "Was I?"

     He nodded.  I felt very comfortable sitting and eating lunch with
Aaden, and that very comfort made me feel uncomfortable.  Usually, Aaden
and I are standing on opposing ends of an SM session.  "Aaden, can I ask
you a question?"

     He thought for a second and said, "If I don't answer, will you be
upset?"

     "No."

     "Then ask."

     "Are you a top, a bottom, or switchable?"

     "Bottom," he said, clearly.

     "Just wondering.  Even that one time in the Underground, you were
taking orders from P'nyssa, weren't you?"

     He nodded.  "I don't know why you didn't notice that earlier."  He
glanced up and over my shoulder.  "Hello," he said.

     "Hi," said another familiar voice behind me.  "Can I join, or are
you two..." the question trailed off.   

     I turned around.  "No, no," I said, finding Ally Kowling standing
behind me.  "Come on, sit down."  She grabbed a third chair from the
table to my right and turned it around.  She had grabbed some sort of
steak sandwich from the buffet.  "How are you doing?" I asked.

     She shrugged.  "Okay, I guess?"

     "Cedza leave?" I asked.

     She nodded.  "I don't know what I'm going to do now."

     "Well, what do you want to do?"

     She shrugged again.  "Dunno.  I-" She was broken off by a sudden
high-pitched moan from Aaden.  "Are you okay?" she asked.

     "Huh?" he said, smiling.  "Oh, yeah..."

     "Aaden, what was that?"

     He smiled and said, "Oh, it's a little something Borodir gave me."

     "What is it?" I said in the voice I usually reserve for kids who've
something hidden behind their backs.

     "It's a cockring... just a little one."

     "So what was that little scream you gave?"

     "It's made of copper on top and zinc underneath..."

     It took all of two seconds to remember my chemistry.  "Are you
saying you've got a galvanic cockring?"

     "Sort of.  The metals aren't enough, but Borodir shaved a small
ring of fur from around my sex and when I sweat, a small capacitor set
in the interim builds up a charge until..."

     I shuddered, smiling.  "That's looney."

     His muzzle crested a little and he said, "I like it."

     "Whatever," I said, trying not to laugh.

     "I just realized," Ally said, interrupting us.  "I don't have a
napkin.  Have either of you got one?"

     "Not that isn't used," I replied.  Aaden indicated the same.

     "I'll be right back," she said, rising.

     When she was gone, I looked back at Aaden, who said, "I can see it
on your face.  Go for it."

     "Aaden, I can't do it!  It doesn't make sense.  Why should I top
her, if only for one day?  I know nothing about her."

     "Well, then, this is the perfect place for it."  He shuddered
again.

     "Will you stop that!" I said.  "It looks like you've got a short in
your biocybe."  He laughed.

     Ally returned a few moments later, two or three cloth napkins in
hand.  We ate for a while, enjoying the sunlight that fell on the upper
dining hall in daylight, watching the birds fly by.  Once I spotted a
dragon, flying low and fast just to the spin of us.  I pointed it out.
Ally's reponse was less than heartening.

     "Ally, you can't just mope all day," Aaden said.

     "What do you know?" she said.  "Cedza and I were this close for two
years, living here, working out of here.  Even when I was on assignment,
he was with me, and we always came home to Rhysh.  Now he's closed down
his residency in town and left Rhysh, left me.  He burned my contract
last night, and I don't know what to do."  A small tear appeared in one
eye.  I reached out to brush it away.

     "Ally," I said quietly, fishing my notebook and pencil out of my
jacket pocket, "Let me see if I can help you find someone.  Not to
replace Cedza- I know nothing will ever do that.  But just someone to
take your mind off of it.  How do you like to be treated?"

     She smiled and said, "I appreciate it, but-"

     "No 'buts.'  What do you like?"

     She pursed her lips for a second and said, "Okay.  I'm a quick
submissive, so I don't want someone who's looking for a fight."

     "Fair enough," I said, writing that down.

     "I like to be tied.  I like to be made to serve.  And I especially
like to be slapped."

     "As in spanked?" 

     "No, slapped.  Across the face.  Open hand."

     "How hard?" I asked.

     "As hard as you can manage," she said.

     "Aren't you afraid of losing a few teeth?" Aaden asked.

     "Not anymore," she said with a smile.  The implications of that
statement chilled me.  I was suddenly thinking that this might be a bad
idea; I doubted I had the resolution to hit a woman across the face with
that much force.

     I decided to keep going anyway.  "What about... watersports?
Blood?"

     She made a face.  "No, and no.  A little blood during a whipping's
okay- I've done that lots of times.  But not as a goal."

     "Then I assume no piercing of either kind."

     She thought for a second.  "I've always wanted my ears decorated.
I've been told you're good at that."  Ally's ears are beautiful, large,
and feline, which is not the norm for Satryls- their ears are more human
than feline.  Actually, Ally's ears are big even for a Felinzi.  But
they are in good proportion to her hair, which is usually teased out to
the point of being a mane.  In any event, they're quite a good job of
constructive surgery.

     "Minimal," I replied.  "Three piercings, and I got lucky.  And why
are you assuming I'm going to be the one doing it?  This isn't for me;
we're trying to find someone good for you.  Besides, you're not my
type."

     "What is your type?" she asked, mischeviously.

     "Fem.  About 160 cents, slightly overweight.  You're nearly tall as
I am, and as far as I know, I've never gone for hardbodies.  And you,
Ally, are serious hardbody."

     She laughed.  "That's true."  And she is.  180 cents, small-
waisted, and not an ounce of fat on her.  Muscles so well defined
there's just a hint of blood vessel showing on her tanned and oiled
skin.  She is, quite simply, a work of very personal art.  The art of
bodybuilding.

     "So," I said, "what else?"

     "Well, my safeword at the time was 'Rhino.'"

     "And you want to keep it?"

     "Oh, yeah.  I'll never remember a new one if a top gives me one.
My memory is lousy."

     "How many times have you called safeword?"

     "Twice.  Both times for broken teeth."  The sensation that I was in
far over my head crawled up on me again.  I tried to send it away.

     "Anything else?" I asked.

     "Not really."

     "Not really?" I asked.  "What about, oh, group scenes, orgasm,
fisting, theatre.  There's a lot we haven't gone over."

     She shrugged.  "Well, orgasm's not really important to me.  I just
like to be a good bottom.  Group scenes are okay, I guess."

     "But no enthusiasm."

     "Not really," she said.  "I've done fisting, it's not for me.
Theatre's great, though.  I LOVE the scene last night with Grell and
Debard."

     "Hmm... That sort of scene would require some setup, I imagine.
But you like the extreme whipping?"  She nodded.

     I tapped my pencil lightly on the table and said, "Well, there's
only more thing I can think of."

     A few seconds passed before Ally realized it was her turn to say
something.  "What's that?"

     "Why aren't you at my feet like a good little girl?"

     Her eyes lit up, a big smile crossing her face.  She nearly lunged
across the table at me, hugging me close, her head against my chest as
she slowly fell to her knees, kissing the cloth of my shirt and jeans as
she worked her way down to my boots.  She stopped there, kneeling.
"Come a little closer," I said.  She crawled forward a few cents, and I
said, "Right there."  From my chair I reached a hand down under her
throat and held her there.

     A friend once told me that you can tell everything about a bottom
just by grabbing them by the throat.  I am in no way a psionic, but I
have to agree.  With my hand open just below her jaw I could feel every
emotion shooting through her, and I could also tell other things, like
where she was looking.  All that by the tiny tensings of nervousness in
her throat.  I looked down at her, taking my hand from her throat to
stroke her enourmous crown of hair, then returning to her throat.  "You
know," I said to Aaden, "Lynn's right.  One does acquire some wonderful
toys in Rhysh."  I picked up my pencil with my left hand and awkwardly
wrote on the open page, "Hang around.  I may need to talk to you."  I
passed it to him.  He read the message and nodded.

     We sat in the silent sunlight for a while, waiting for a thought to
come that would carry one of us to action.  I looked up at Aaden, who
gave me a quizzical look before clamping his eyes shut and shaking
again.  I sighed.  He's incorrigible.  And as we sat, I began to wonder
just what in Hell I was going to do next.  "What do you think we should
do now?"

     "Well," Aaden offered, "Do what you did with Kathy."


     "This is not what I had in mind," Aaden said.  I offered him
mustard and he shook his head.  Putting some on my hot dog, I handed it
back to the vendor, who proceeded down the rickety steps of the stand.

     "What's wrong with baseball?" I asked.

     "I've played it.  In fact, I've even played on this field.  It is
not my favorite game."

     I smiled and took a bite.  "Well, it'll keep Ally's mind off of
Cedza for a few hours, it'll be good exercise, and I have other reasons
for bringing you here."

     "Such as?"

     "I need to talk to you.  I don't think I'm cut out for this."

     "What's wrong?  I saw your face when she talked about slapping, but
other than that, what can't you handle?"

     "Aaden, you're a bottom.  So am I.  I've only topped once in my
entire life, and that was a matter of inexperience on both sides.  A
little light bondage, a little spanking, that sort of thing.  As a
bottom, I've taken whippings that seem to go on forever, and I've
certainly been a spectator at more than one dungeon.

     "But, Ally down there is a bottom that in some respects is better
at it than I am.  I mean, she never wears long pants, yet she didn't
even give me a second look when I told her I was putting her in for a
quick game of slave baseball, and didn't argue when I ordered her to put
on jeans.  And I know she hates them."

     "So?" Aaden asked.

     "So, where do I take a woman like that?"

     "I think it's more important you ask yourself why you're in this
predicament.  Why did you start this?"

     "Because I wanted to take her mind off Cedza, if only for a little
while."

     "And you've done a good job.  There she is, out in left field,
waiting for the ball, doing everything in her power to help the team
win, because it's what you want.  She's doing it because you told her
to, and it is her strongest wish to fulfill your desires."  I looked out
across the sunlit field to where she knelt, hands on knees, looking
magnificent.

     A quick look around the diamond told me a lot.  Slaves, especially
ones that have no permanent masters, need constant attention.  Physical
sports, especially competitive efforts such as these, provide plenty of
constant activity, distraction, and excuses later for punishments.  And
some of the people out there were in Rhysh strictly for the exercise.
It sounds strange, but quite a number of people come to Rhysh because
they haven't got the will power to exercise on their own.  So they come
to Rhysh and enter the Physical program.

     I doubted many of the people on the field today were in that
category.  All 18 of them were magnificent representative of their
respective species.  The three Centaurs playing outfield were dusty, of
course, but baseball is a dusty game.  But they were all handsome,
broad-chested, muscular.  The Uncia at first base had seen better
grooming, but she likewise was beautiful.

     The teams switched sides, Ally up to the plate.  Good.  I got to
watch.  The pitcher, a Mephit, threw a nasty curveball and Ally took a
swing.  The Tindal umpire called strike.  Ally snarled.

     I watched her take a few practice swings, ears twitching, her firm
muscle showing clearly through the tight jeans.  I'd forced her to wear
them; I didn't want her getting and cuts or scrapes if she had to dive
or slide into a base.

     The second pitch came and Ally swung, connecting with a solid
>crack< that sent the ball skidding along the ground toward left field.
She began running.  The outfielders ran for it, the Satryl leftfield
scooping it in his glove and pitching it toward second base.  Ally held
at first.

     I smiled.  "She's magnificent, isn't she?" I asked.

     Aaden smiled in response.  "I guess so.  I'm not into women, you
keep forgetting."

     "I don't forget."

     He looked at me quizzically.  "I know your opinions on strict
heterosexuals or homosexuals, Ken, but I'll let you know, I have never,
ever met a fem who scares me as much or turns me on as much as a mel."

     I shrugged.  "Doesn't mean I can't ask the obvious."  He laughed,
then shuddered again.  I chuckled as his eyes fluttered.  "Anyway, the
question is, what do I do now?"

     "Well, you can't frighten her.  You can, especially since you're an
unknown to her, but it's not likely to be advantageous.  You're biggest
problem is you're afraid of breaking her.  Plus, as Vatare', much as I
hate to say it, you've got some things to live up to."

     I nodded.  He pointed out towards the field, where Ally had managed
to steal second.  "Look at her.  She probably weighs more than you do.
She's fast and she's strong.  I don't think you have anything to worry
about.  I'd recommend going with the basic 'the bottom is never right'
routine."

     "One other thing.  Aaden, Katherine is almost famous around here
because very few woman ever get branded, and none of them have the
'eldar' symbol except her.  She's also one of the few people who can,
with clarity, explain the dichotomy between SM and the discipline of the
Fleet or Military mind.  But aside from that, I'm looking at Ally's ears
from here, and a lot of things are bothering me."  There was a pause.
"In the years she was with Cedza, she never once had her ears, or any
other part of her, pierced.  Her ears are obviously one of her most
treasured possessions... that radical a shape change is a lot of painful
effort.  She almost as much as told me 'I want you to pierce my ears.'"

     He shrugged.  "That bothered me too.  If she didn't want Cedza to
do it, why you?"

     I nodded.  Neither of us could suggest an answer, so we sat in
silence.  The game progressed.  It was a good way to pass the time, out
in the hot sun, with a grassy field and greasy food.  The people in the
stands were mostly Rhysh nobles out for a day.  I was intrigued by one
couple in the corner who looked completely out of place.  Two young
fems, both Felinzi, almost too busy cuddling each other to pay attention
to the game.

     I pointed them out to Aaden.  "Oh, that's M'liin and T'farahn.
They just like baseball.  They're not into SM at all.  But they do write
the 'Sportslave Review' for the Rhysh newsie.  I think they may beg you
to put Ally in the game more often.  She's clearly a hit."

     I smiled.


     Ally emerged from the shower shaking a large towel through her huge
mane, a big smile on her face.  I think she was only slightly surprised
as I slipped my arm around her body and grabbed ahold of her throat
lightly.  "Hello, Ally," I said.

     "Hello, Sir," she said compliantly.  I smiled.

     "Don't dress," I said.  "Take care of your hair and join me
outside.  I want you to look proper for tonight."  I felt a small thrill
run through her body.

     "Sir?" she asked quietly.

     "You want to ask something?  Say it quickly."

     "Did I do good out there?"  There was something plaintive in her
voice.  I had trouble connecting her voice with her body.  They didn't
seem to fit.

     "We'll discuss it."  I released her.  She quickly brushed her hair
out of the way.  She looked wonderful, her tan and muscular body
providing a wonderful contrast to her sun-blonde hair.  

     The fur of her lower body, all the way down to her digitgrade toes, 
was also an all-over light yellow, and if it hadn't been for the Satryl
shape of her legs and feet she could have almost passed completely for a
human in the nude.  As it was, the feline heft of her legs and ankles
was very clear, especially since it gave that distinct Satryl gait.

     She walked over to me, eyes down, and said "I'm ready"

     "Ready, WHAT?" I asked.

     "Ready, sir," she said in a very quiet voice.  I'd heard that voice
before.  Hell, I've used that voice before.  It's the "I've just done
something I'm going to get whipped for," voice.  Except that more often
than not, the small act of disobedience is deliberate.

     "Come," I said.  "Dinner awaits us."

     I decided to dine alone tonight, in quarters I had arranged with
Lynn quite a number of years ago.  I led her through the twisting
corridors of the Castle to those quarters, opening the door and
directing her in front of me.  "Stand over there," I said, indicating a
spot on the far wall that was hung with a tapestry.  In front of the
tapestry, almost flush with it, was a wooden frame, clearly set with
restraints.  The bottom of the frame was wide enough to stand on.  I
directed Ally towards it.  "Hands and feet to the corners," I said.

     She complied, and I quickly wrapped the restraints around her
forearms and ankles.  The upper restraints did indeed encompass the
entire forearm, and with good reason- this provided for support in case
she fell asleep, which would happen if I chose to leave her there all
night.  I hadn't decided yet.  I would also put a waist belt on her
later if I so chose.

     The tapestry immediately behind her had been rendered with the
frame in mind.  To the left and right of her Dragons soared, breathing
fires which curled up behind her and gave her wings of her own, wings of
flame.  I smiled at the image.  "Rowan, can you get a twodee
photographer in here?" I asked the ceiling.

     "Of course," The AI replied.  "And I assume you would like you
dinner served in here, as well?"

     "Yes, that would be excellent.  But I would like the first, first,
so as not to interfere with the second."  I waited.  Ally looked around
the room, her eyes bright and beautiful.  The photographer came, a small
tindal who said, "Sir" a lot.  I smiled as he carefully clipped UHD
photos of Ally and then left.  The second person to interrupt my visual
stimulation was a young femGerion, who had come with a cart and my
dinner.  I took the cart and dismissed her.

     Before I ate, though, thoughts I had had while the photographer was
here came back to me, and I decided to indulge.  She was held up against 
the wall, and I know this annoys bound Felinzi, but would what I had
planned have the same effect on Ally?  How real were those ears?

     I reached up and gently touched the hairs running up the outside of
her left ear.  It flicked.  I touched again.  It flicked again, with
annoyance.  I smiled, teasing her, tickling and itching her hair.
"What's the design, girl?  Where did you get such perfect ears?"

     She looked up at me with frustrated eyes.  "They're exaggerated
Felinzi ears with a Markal nerve spread."

     "Markal, eh?" I asked, tickling her.  She began to toss her head
back and forth.  I finally relented.  I was hungry.

     I wheeled the cart close to Ally and removed the slivered cover.
The smell of fresh-cooked venison roiled over both her and I as I sat
down to eat, taking my time, carefully disciplining myself to avoid
rushing things.  I had all night, and the last thing I wanted was to be
done long before I was tired.  I had decided against an all-night
hanging, although she was certainly the loveliest decoration in the
room.

     After I was done with my meal, I pushed the cart to the side,
thinking that I didn't have the strength to go through with this.
"Slave," I said.

     She looked up at me.  Her body, taut and sexy, strained slightly
against the restraints.  Her blond hair, forced out from behind her,
fell down her sides.  She had small, almost perfectly rounded breasts,
and I resisted the urge to touch them as I reached out run my fingers
through her hair.  "You did poorly at the game today, girl.  True, your
team won," I said, placing a finger on my chin, "and I suppose that
counts for something.  But you yourself did poorly.  Of your five times
at bat, only twice did you hit the ball.  And as a shortstop, you were
pretty ineffective."

     She started to protest.  I slapped her across the face.  She
stopped.  "Shh... " I said.  She sighed gently, a small smile playing on
her lips.

     I stepped back and sat back down on my chair, the cart no longer in
front of it.  I reached to my left and under the cloth covering the
cart, retreiving my dessert- a cherry popcicle.  She watched me as I
sat, idly sucking on my frozen phallic substitute.  "It was hot today,
wasn't it?" I asked rhetorically.  "I'm sure you were hot out there, and
it's rather warm in here too, isn't it?"  I stood and approached her,
weapon in hand.  "What shall we do to cool you down, Ally?" I asked as I
threatened her with the popcicle.  She moaned as I touched her nipple
with it.  Her nipple hardened almost instantly, her tiny areola
crinkling.  I smiled as I left a small trail of melted cherry-flavored
sugar-water across her chest, sliding towards her other nipple.  She
moaned. The liquid ran in small streams down her body, becoming imbedded
in the fine fur of her Satryl hips, and I followed it down with my
chilly weapon.  The skin of her belly was cut across in a clean line by
the fur of her lower half just above her mons veneris, and I pulled the
popsicle away just as I ran it over her belly button.

     She groaned, fighting against the restraints.  Despite my
preference for softer, more 'feminine' women, I was suddenly aware of
just how sexy Ally was, just how ideal a bottom she was.  Watching that
body flex and fight against the bondage gave me an erection I'm glad the 
pants I wore hid.

     "What needs cooling off, Ally?  Are you hot, Ally?" I asked as I
slid the popsicle lightly against her pubic region.  She had kept the
fur there well-trimmed and very light, and I knew that it would take
almost no pressure for me to be pressing the ice against her skin and
not just her fur.  She moaned.

     "Sounds like you are," I said, sliding the popsicle further against
her, her inner lips spreading apart under its influence.  They also
seemed to get smaller.  I smiled.

     Eagle-spread as she was, her head was actually below mine, and I
bent down just a little so that we were even and kissed her.  Her
response was desperate, hot and intense, and became even more so as I
slid the tip of the popsicle into her.  She gave a keening a little
scream.

     I chuckled gently, stroking back and forth with the popsicle
slowly.  It shrank, the sugary fluid and her own juices running down it,
and my hand.  I took it out and licked it off, savoring the taste.  My
hand, also wet, I offered to Ally, who quickly cleaned it off, her eyes
closed as she did.  I don't think she even noticed as I reached into my
pocket for the little clothespin, which I attached to her bicep.

     She let out a little moan and her eyes opened.  "You recognize
that, I take it?" I said.

     She nodded.  "Have you ever been clothespinned, Ally?"  She shook
her head.  "But you know what it can do?" She nodded.

     "Good," I said.  These were actually very small clothespins, the
kind that are usually used to hold up papers and notes and greeting
cards, not clothing or heavy objects.  One was almost unnoticeable.

     But clothespins are funny objects.  They hurt more to remove than
to leave on, and the effect is cumulative.  Even the tiny and gentle
ones I like to use (and have used on me) are wonderful when applied by
the hundreds.

     I was debating with myself if I wanted to work with a plan or
haphazardly.  Both plans have their advantages.  I decided to go with a
plan, attaching the second one next to the first.  Ally watched with
detachment.  I could almost see in her mind the phrase "This isn't so
bad."  You just wait, I thought.

     The third and fourth ones went on, closer to her armpit, and I
began to apply them quickly, running them down and onto her belly,
carfully avoiding her furline, because they would just slip on the fur
and be ineffectual.  Which sort of frustrated me, because thighs are a
great place for clothespins.

     It took nearly a hundred pins to run from one wrist to the other in
a straight line, and by then she was squirming.  I smiled.  The night
was a long time coming.

     In slow, careful movement, I applied one to the underside of each
breast, then began working my way around, first the left, then the
right, finishing with fourteen each for the first circle.  Then another
circle of eight, then four, and finally one on each nipple.

     I began adding the rest at random to her belly, arms, and neck.
She began to make little whining noises, pulling at the restraints, as
the pain built.  I slapped her.  "Hush," I said.

     She didn't stop, but instead grew louder.  I would have thought it
impossible, but I could have sworn I heard the frame creak.  I slapped
her again, and moaned.  "Please," she begged me.  To stop or go on, I
have no idea, but I decided it meant more.  I slapped her again, this
time a little harder.

     I applied a few more pins, her squirming increased.  She began to
pant and I began to worry.  But I kept a smile on my face as I added yet
more pins.

     I stepped back to watch her writhe.  Her eyes were closed as I
reached forward for the first one I had applied under her breast, the
little red one, and pulled it free.  A little scream escaped her.

     I can't explain why I felt reassured by that scream, but I did.
With each pull, another clip fell to the ground, leaving behind it a
little white patch that filled with angry red quickly.

     She finally gave up the silent routine, screaming wholeheartedly as
each clip flew free.  I left the two on her nipples for a while and
asked "Promise to try harder next time?"

     "Yes sir," she said, plaintive.  Tears were running down her face.
For the first time I noticed the fine fur that crept ever so slightly
down the back of her neck.

     "Will you be a good girl if I free you?"

     "Yes, sir, please sir," she said.  I slapped her face, and she
moaned.

     "Good girl, but a simple 'yes sir' would have done."  I tugged at
the clothespins, distending her nipples as I did, and they let loose,
flying free.  Little peals came from her voice.

     I freed both her feet first, then reached up to her left arm and
with little flicks pushed free the small latches that held the restraint
closed.  She sagged as she came free and I let her lean against me as  I
freed the other hand.  Small sobs came from her as she leaned against
me, and I stroked her long hair.  I finally decided that my best option
was to carry her and gathered her into my arms.  She wasn't that awkward
to handle as I carried her to the bed and crawled onto it, settling down
in such a way that she sat between my legs.  "Easy, easy," I said.
"It's over, Ally girl.  You were such a good girl, you did so good
today."

     "Did I really, Master, did I really?"

     "You did really good," I said.  "I'm very proud of you."

     "Thank you, oh thank you, thank you," she said, her voice muffled
against my jacket.  It suddenly occured to me that I was still fully
dressed.  I smiled at the thought.  And I also knew that, come tomorrow,
I wanted to talk again.  With Ally.

     "Master?" she said quietly, her voice still a little pained.

     "Yes, little girl?" I said.

     "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

     I thought about it for a few seconds.  "You can sleep on the bed,
at the foot."

     "Thank you sir, thank you."

     I ordered her to attend to her needs in the bathroom, and while I
waited I sat and thought about what we had just done.  I realized I
really needed someone to talk to tomorrow.  Not now.

     She came out and I went in, releived myself and undressed.  I
walked out into the bedroom to find her curled up at the foot of the
bed, a blanket pulled up around her.  She looked so adorable I said
"Ally, you can sleep up with me."

     She crawled out of bed to my feet and kissed them.  "Thank you,"
she said with such profound honestly I was almost embarassed.

     "Come," I said, holding the covers aside for her.  She crawled up
and over me, lying down next to me.  She snuggled close, her arm over
me, her head on my chest.  The gesture was both protective and needful,
and I felt good being there.  I reached with my left hand and turned the
light off.


     The next day I arose early.  Ally was curled up asleep next to me,
sleeping soundly.  As I opened the door to the shower I heard a voice
behind me.  "Master?"

     She was kneeling on the floor.  "Good morning, Ally."

     "May I wash you?" she asked.

     "Of course," I said, smiling.  She rose and joined me in the
shower.  With a handful of soap she lathered my entire body completely,
rubbing hard enough to provide a massage in some cases, especially when
she did my hair.  I love having my scalp rubbed like that.

     I reciprocated, washing her, enjoying my first real chance to
actually touch her, feel her body with my hands, stroke and touch her.
She cooed softly as I washed her.  She seemed to like having her head
massaged too.

     When I had dressed I handed her a black leather leotard and skirt.
I also had a new pair of boots in the same color.  I completed the image
with a leather armband.  She looked down at the armband with a small
smile, and I said "Hate to say this, Ally, but it's time to come level."

     She looked up at me and nodded, rising from the kneel she had been
in.  "I kinda figured."

     "Howcome?" I asked.

     She shrugged.  "Lots of reasons, mostly because you're too busy too
have a slave right now.  Other things."

     I nodded.  "I'm sorry if it seems short.  I really wanted to get
your mind off-"

     She interrupted me.  "I know.  You did good.  I do not believe
those little clips hurt so much."

     "Trust me," I said.  "They do."

     "So, where for breakfast?" she asked.

     "I was thinking, Parma."

     "Let's do it."  We left, arm in arm.


     "So?" she asked around a mouthful of grapefruit.

     "So what?" I asked.

     "You've got a lot on your mind," she said.

     "It's my turn to ask, 'did I do good?'"

     She thought for a few seconds.  "What you wanted to do, you did
really well.  I feel a lot better now, thanks to you.  But you should
probably put in some time with a trainer before you begin to top
regularily.  If you want."

     "Not sure," I said.  "I was terrified last night.  Afraid of
pushing you too far, afraid of missing a safeword, afraid of not doing
enough.  Dammit, being a dom isn't supposed to be that hard.  It's
supposed to be the fun job."

     "But it isn't.  You're really on the spot, Ken.  Trust me, I know."

     I nodded.  "By the way, what did you mean when you said, 'I'd
really like my ears decorated.'"

     She swallowed and said, "I don't know why I said that.  I'm afraid
of needles, to the point of calling safeword almost.  I don't know what
I meant.  I would like them decorated, but I keep thinking about how
much it'll hurt."

     I nodded.  "Well, if you ever really want them decorated, I know of
some good people."

     She nodded.  We chatted genially.  All through the conversation my
one major thought was that she really is beautiful.

     When I got home, back to Rhysh, I had the photo of Ally posterized,
framed, and permanently placed on my wall.  Even the photograph takes my
breath away.

--
"Ally"
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