Alanna had pleased David greatly over the weekend. She had been nervous and scared at the party, but had still been able to lower her inhibitions and let loose. The rest of the weekend had been extremely pleasurable for both of them, other than her absence in his bed. But at least now she seemed resigned to it... more than resigned, she was submitting to what her Master ordered rather than trying to fight for what she wanted. At least, when it came to that. The little minx would still occasionally try to top from the bottom, but he didn't want that rebellious spirit completely wiped out of her. For now though, he needed her mostly cowed and on her best behavior.
Curtis was coming today.
He was sure that Alanna thought that if she passed the test for Curtis then she'd be allowed back in David's bed. That wasn't true, unfortunately. If only life were that simple, but David knew himself well enough to acknowledge that he wanted to be completely dominant over Alanna and that wouldn't happen if she saw her punishment as a reaction to Curtis rather than as a judgment from her Master. She would be back allowed into his bed on his schedule, not hers. But that didn't mean that her life was still completely turned upside down. For her good behavior at the party he had taken off her knee pads and mitts yesterday afternoon for a pleasurable session in the Dungeon, and then she'd been allowed to eat at the dinner table with him, and converse.
Although she'd spent the first few minutes weeping with happiness, which had led to some very enjoyable comforting and holding, and ended with her sitting on his lap for the meal as he fed her tidbits. So it wasn't as if he wasn't indulging her somewhat. Having her tucked under his chin as she nibbled pieces of meat from his fingers and babbled about her impressions of the party, her observations on the Demagons and their fashion, and her past week's lessons with Ms. Bliss was everything that David had been missing so much. He hoped, prayed, begged, whatever deity was out there that Alanna would continue her good behavior.
He also hoped that she had learned her lesson about not taking him for granted. There would be more times when he wasn't able to tend to her desires as much as he might like to, and he hoped they never had to go through this punishment and training ever again. So far his tactics seemed to be working; she appreciated whatever time she got with him rather than assuming that she would have all the time that she wanted, or acting out when she didn't get as much time as she wanted. Both of them had learned a lot over the past week, about appreciating each other and working together to make their unique circumstances mutually satisfying. Tending to Alanna wasn't nearly as draining as it had been before this week and yet she seemed happier than ever for the most part.
And hopefully soon she could be Alanna all the time again. Not that David wasn't fond of Pussy, she was certainly very cute crawling around on the floor with her tail and her blushes, but he already missed the woman and it hadn't even been a week.
*****
Alanna did not like the way that Master had dressed her for Curtis, but she knew better than to complain. She was wearing undergarments only, which put most of her body on full display. The blue cups over her breasts pushed them up into creamy mounds and barely covered her nipples. Although her pussy was decently covered by the lower undergarment of matching blue, there was only a thin strip of fabric which fit down the crease of her ass, leaving her buttocks completely exposed. At least she didn't have a tail, Master had inserted a regular plug into her bottom this morning.
From the way Master's eyes lingered on her, she knew that she looked enticing. But she didn't want to look enticing for Curtis.
Still, she resolved to be grateful that she wasn't completely naked. Before Saturday night and seeing Cassandra she might have been appalled at her own lack of clothing, now she knew that there were even more provocative outfits available.
"Get into position," Master said. Alanna knelt smoothly, her legs spreading and her hands behind her back, resting just above her ass. For a moment she wished for her knee pads, the marble of the front hallway was hard on her knees... but hopefully she wouldn't be here for too long.
The doorbell rang and Alanna tensed, but didn't look up. When Master answered it, she was both surprised and relieved to recognize Ms. Bliss' voice.
"I'm glad they sent you," she heard her Master say warmly.
Ms. Bliss' laugh rang throughout the hall. "I requested to be the one sent today, I wouldn't leave our girl hanging unless I had to. I wasn't sure that they'd sent me until this morning though or I would have told you on Saturday."
"Well it's good to have you here," Master said.
"Ah hello Karen, David," another voice said. Alanna tensed.
"Curtis," Ms. Bliss replied. Her voice was cool but not entirely unwelcoming. Alanna realized that Ms. Bliss wasn't particularly fond of Curtis, but she didn't dislike him completely. And Alanna trusted Ms. Bliss. The realization that Curtis might not be the enemy, the way Alanna had been thinking of him, was unsettling.
"Curtis," said Master, his voice sounding relaxed. Completely different from the tension he'd had all morning. Alanna fought the urge to peek at them as they exchanged social niceties, ignoring the mostly naked woman in the middle of the foray.
It seemed like forever, and her knees were aching on the hard marble, before the three of them approached her. Anxiety rose in Alanna and her breathing quickened.
"So this is the rebellious slave?" Curtis asked, his voice disapproving. After listening to him talk to Master and Ms. Bliss, Alanna realized that his contempt was for women in general, not her personally and not even her as a Repiban. He was courteous to Ms. Bliss but also somewhat dismissive. Somehow that made him easier to deal with, knowing that it wasn't a personal grudge against her for her behavior at the slave auction. Still, she would have to prove to him that she was not a rebellious slave.
Because she wasn't sure if he had been addressing her, Alanna remained silent. There was a long pause.
"Interesting," Curtis said finally. "She does seem much more meek than she did last week." Now his words dripped with contempt, and some part of Alanna wanted to rise up and prove to him that she wasn't meek at all. Which, of course was the entire point of his words. If she had been on her own it would have been hard not to jump up or at the very least say something, but with her Master's orders to stay put there was no question of what she was going to do. She was going to stay right here, no matter what he did or said.
"I told you," Master said, his voice drawling as if he were bored or amused. "It was a misunderstanding of her orders."
Curtis' feet stopped in front of her. "Are you a good student, Alanna?"
"I try to be, Sir," she said immediately, addressing him with the honorific that Master had instructed her to. She kept her voice soft and her eyes on the ground. Curtis' feet tapped, the soft sole of his dress shoes making a muted beat against the floor.
