Alanna awoke feeling flush and sore. Master's dominance over her body had been proven in every way possible... and even though she had fought it beforehand, in some ways she welcomed it.
That didn't stop her from blushing and squirming, although she knew better than the protest, as he completed the morning ritual of plugging her. Having him inside of her was very different from having a toy that twitched and moved and reminded her of its presence with every step, whether she was aroused or not. The feeling of fullness was now doubly distracting because she had to wonder when he was going to do it again. It was hard to concentrate on her studies with Ms. Bliss, even though she was learning more interesting things about Demagon culture and how business was handled between people. Ms. Bliss seemed intent on Alanna knowing her rights.
As a refugee slave rather than a war criminal, Alanna had some rights. Although, if her Master wasn't such a good one she might never know about it, but other proactive citizens on Demagon might report any abuse that they saw. Repiban slaves were not to be used for hard labor, they were to be provided with three meals a day, adequate clothing and shelter, and their services could not be sold. Ms. Bliss explained that the last right meant that her Master could not profit off of selling her as a maid, her sexual services, or any other labor to other Demagon citizens. On the other side, there were laws about controlling unruly Repiban slaves, keeping them from congregating in large numbers, and the punishments were severe for the Demagons who couldn't keep their slaves from mischief or criminal activity. In both cases, slaves could be taken away.
None of this seemed to apply to Alanna. She was very happy with her circumstances, and she reassured her teacher that it was so. Master took good care of her. Ms. Bliss smiled and said she was glad to hear it. Alanna knew that she wasn't going to ever get into any real trouble by stealing or causing a scene in public; any mischief that she created was only for his attention, and never within the sight of anyone other than him or (possibly) his staff.
That night when she had dinner with Master he seemed pleased when she told him about her lesson that day and the reassurances that she'd given Ms. Bliss.
"I'm glad to hear that you're happy here, Alanna," he said. His eyes sparkled at her and Alanna felt her heart pound a little faster. All it took was a look from him and everything melted into putty.
Leaning back from his empty plate, Master gazed at her, a smile on his lips. "Come here Alanna."
Immediately she jumped up from her chair and came around to his side of the table as he stood. Master took each of her wrists and put her hands on the table, palms flat against the wood.
"Don't move from here," he ordered. As much as Alanna liked it when Master tied her up or restrained her, she knew how much he enjoyed exerting his control over her with verbal demands. She didn't realize that this was a necessary part of David's training for her, because he wanted her to accompany him to events outside of his house. The next few weeks at work were going to be extremely demanding and then there would be a celebration following it... he hoped that Alanna would be well trained enough to accompany him. Only very few Repiban slaves were privileged to be at a social gathering like that, and he needed to know that he would have complete control over her behavior with no more force than his words.
She moaned fitfully as Master ran his hands over her body from behind, caressing her through the clothing which suddenly seemed too tight and constricting and not at all necessary. Pressing into her from behind, he caressed her arms, running his hands down to her wrists and holding them tightly as he thrust his hips against her backside. Alanna moaned and pressed back. She wanted him so badly. Then the pressure against her was gone and his hands were on her legs, and she looked down to see him kneeling between them, lifting her skirt up her body as he kissed the backs of her knees and up the backs of her thighs. Her legs trembled as her pussy got even wetter, anticipating the slow approach of his lips. The slide of his tongue on her bare skin was erotic, and she quivered... she wanted so badly to reach down and touch him, but that was not allowed right now.
Fingers brushed her pussy and her hips jerked. She moaned as he dipped them into her juices. Then they pressed against her ass and she gasped as her tight hole opened for him and his mouth latched onto her pussy. Master's fingers spread her asshole open, the clasping hole easily penetrated by his digits, and he slide his tongue back and forth between her wet lips as Alanna moaned and ground down on his face and fingers. He played her body like an instrument, knowing exactly how to nibble, where to suck, when to rub. She came beautifully, crying out with passion as her juices dripped into his mouth, her ass clenching his fingers in its excited grip.
He let her stand there, recovering, as he pulled off all of his clothing. Then he allowed her to take her hands off the table and he removed her skirt, shirt and bra and undid her curls from the knot she'd put it in on the back of her head, letting the waves of hair tumble down. Putting one hand on either side of her face, he kissed her deeply and passionately, his larger body bending over her and pulling her into him. Alanna's hands pressed against chest as she tasted herself in his mouth and she went up on her toes as her kiss pushed back at him. For David her body was a myriad of delights, and he savored the feeling of their tongues rubbing against each other, lips pressed together, and the desperate whimpers in the back of her throat. Even though he'd given her one orgasm already, her body was so eager and ready for him.
Then he pulled her over to his chair and sat down, straddling her across his lap. She was just barely tall enough that on tip toes she hovered above his dick, which was hard as a rock. The look of uncertainty on her face was adorable, and David brushed the hair back from her shoulders. Alanna felt her calf muscles start to burn as Master positioned himself underneath her.
"Sit down on me, little one," he said, looking up at her. It was so strange to be on top of him, this was only the second time he had chosen a position that put her on top, but she followed his order and sank down. As before, she felt so much tighter inside this way, her body resisting the spread open for him. Letting her head fall back, she arched her body as gripped the back of his chair as gravity pulled her all the way down on top of him. It almost hurt, but it was such a good pain. Master kissed her neck, her collarbone, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart to press a finger to her bottom. Oh that felt amazing... "Ride me Alanna."
The concept wasn't that hard. She moved on top of him, starting to stand and then sinking back down. The arm around her kept her movement fairly confined, pressing her against him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, on top of his shoulders, she had plenty of leverage to move up and down, just not back and forth. The bouncing brought her breasts near his mouth and he started to nip at her, she shivered every time his mouth managed to get a hold of her nipple for a brief moment before she sank back down onto him.
Time seemed endless as she moved with Master inside of her. The thrusts of his hips upwards as she sank down were powerful, hard, and filled her completely. She let her head and body fall back, holding onto his shoulders with just her fingers, letting her hair brush the tops of his knees, and Master leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, worrying it between his teeth. Alanna cried out and spasmed, her ecstatic release setting off David's own, and he moaned into her breasts as his cum spurted up and into her.
Afterwards they took a bath... and then he carried her into the bedroom, tied her down, and brought them both to the peak of pleasure all over again. Alanna thought that she could never be happier.
*****
Unfortunately, Alanna hadn't known that David had been making the most of that night for a reason. His job was about to kick into overdrive, trying to finalize a major deal that would make him quite a bit richer and benefit the government immeasurably. The celebration he was looking forward to bringing Alanna to was dependent on the work that he would do in the next few weeks.
All Alanna knew was that at first her Master stopped coming home for dinner. And when he did come home he was always tired. Sometimes they would have sex, but not always. Usually without many restraints or the extended foreplay that he normally enjoyed so much. Then their morning ritual started to suffer. He would put the plug in, always, but not taking his time about it like he used to. Sometimes she didn't even get to pleasure him with their mouth. Although Master told Alanna that he was working and that in a few weeks things would be back to normal, she moped and sulked. He gave her a sharp spanking, and that helped to perk her up for a few days. But then when he missed the entire weekend with her, she fell right back into sulking. This time not even the spanking he gave her was enough to snap her out of it because they didn't pleasure each other after. He was too tired from the late nights that he'd spent working.
She felt wanting... unfulfilled. And then she started feeling angry.