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Anniversary        "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 minefields..." "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 surface. 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. Hehehehe..." "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 grade!" 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. "Sir?" "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 ready." 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 name. "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, Master." "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. "Master?" "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 it?" 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 be. 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 hallway. "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 serious!" "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 moving. "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 longer!" 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 pleasure?" "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 something!" "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, eh?" Ryan laughed a little, "Yeah, maybe. Good night you guys." 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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