Ally · Part 2 (2/2)
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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" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use.
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