Ally · Part 1

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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?"

"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 >crackrestraints. 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

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