She was as beautiful as a girl can be without being particularly noticeable in even a very small crowd. Perhaps it was her usually deferential, non-aggressive posture, or her unwillingness to waste time by applying any makeup, or her unrevealing, perhaps boring clothing choices, but Alison looked far less like a model/actress than her body and the striking contrast between her dark red hair and her pale blue eyes might have allowed.
Or perhaps Alison didn't show off her fantastic body because she just didn't want a bunch of guys with half her intelligence drooling over her firm, pointed, perky C cup breasts, her narrow waist with only the slightest potbelly, and most of all, her wide hips and truly exceptional ass, which was both huge for her 5'7" and 135 pounds and unbelievably pert for its size. She had endured a few relationships with boys imperfectly suited to her, but at 23, she knew what she wanted now: a man with intellect and drive to matchβpreferably to engulf, to dominate, to ownβher considerable smarts and fortitude. She was deeply and increasingly submissive, though none of her partners had strayed far enough from vanilla even to spank her gorgeous ass.
Michael had been friends with Alison for years, and though usually dating someone himself, eyed Alison's occasional flings with more than a little jealousy. Her love life wasn't very exciting considering the fact that her curvy body screamed sex, but she still had far too many men in her life for Michael's taste. He wasn't sure whether he loved her, but he knew he found her deeply attractive and that he had never had such fun with anyone. Though Alison had always found Michael to be intelligent and entertaining, she never seriously thought of him sexually until recently, when his swelling confidence and quiet strength began to make her feel strangely shy around him at times, and forced her to think of him constantly when not around him.
Of course, Alison's growing desperation to submit, and to him, made her buckle first. She turned to Michael while leaving one of their routine dinners together. "Michael, I need you so bad." She said it confusedly, awkwardly, pausing over some words while the rest poured out. "Being friends isn't enough for me anymore. Even just dating isn't enough. I need to be all yours."
Michael looked down into her earnest, welling eyes and said softly, "Of course you think that's what you want. Are you sure you want to be all mine, no matter what that comes to mean?"
"Yes, I'm yours." Some of her usual fire returned to her eyes as she had a sudden inspiration. "What should I do to prove it?"
He smirked at her even as he took her hand. "Buy twenty candy bars and two lengths of rope and be at my apartment at 8pm tomorrow. Bring your camera. And don't ask questions. We know each other too well for that."
She looked down and murmured, "I'll miss you, Sir," and the "Sir" earned her a final smile for the night.
***
She knocked, and the door opened. Michael took the camera from Alison's hand, and said, "Put the candy and rope by that chair, then strip down to your bra and underwear." He watched and idly snapped a few photos as she put down her bag, unbuttoned her dark green blouse, stepped out of her shoes, and wiggled her hips as she tried to pull her black pants past her wide hips and bubble butt.
She wore a black, lightly padded, lacy underwire bra just to stop her nipples from poking through her shirt. Her boobs certainly didn't need any support. Her black, lacy underwear was mostly transparent, but it still covered a disappointing amount of skin. "Cute underwear, you submissive bitch. Not sexy, but cute. And that's actually sexy in a way, because I'm going to turn you into my sexy slut, and I like to be able to see progress. For now, just make sure you never wear a bra again when you come here, and don't wear underwear unless it's a thong." He walked around her, taking photos as he circled. "And I'm taking photos because soon your body will look nothing like it does now. I thought it would be nice to have some mementos."
She was clearly turned on, curious, and a little afraid. She was smart and imaginative enough to guess the reason for the candy. She looked up at him as he continued to inspect her. They made eye contact for a few moments, and she could see his love and tenderness for her. She relaxed. He lovingly brushed her cheek with his fingers, and in the same movement firmly grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees.