Alyssa and I are at her place, staying tonight. We finished the dinner I cooked. We’re cozy on her sofa, enjoying wine.

She asks unexpectedly, “What is the appropriate attire for a sex party?” This is the first time she’s mentioned it since this morning. Does this mean she has been thinking about it, as she said?

“It varies,” she answers simply. “Dresses. Lingerie, and leather are just a few examples of what some women wear.”

I definitely won’t be wearing lingerie. No one else has permission to see her in lingerie for me, and they wouldn’t do that anyway.

“Are you any further along with your decision?”

I haven’t made up my mind yet. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather not go? I don’t want to go alone. Things would be different if I were single, but I’m not. I’m not going unless you come. If you’re not going, then I won’t either.”

Who would even suggest such a thing? She should know better.

“Yes, sir,” she replies, resting her head on my shoulder. “You would look damn sexy in a leather dress and a choker around your neck,” I rasp.

A soft whimper escapes her lips, and she glances up at me. “A choker?”

“What do you mean by choker? Like a necklace or a dog collar?” I detect a tremor of nervousness in her voice.

“I can send a clear message that you’re unavailable. Plenty of options are available, but I think it’s best to keep things simple at first. Don’t worry, sweetie. I will make sure it looks perfect around your neck.” I nibble her lip. “Like an item that says, ‘I’m yours’ to everyone, right?”

“Correct. This will discourage people who are interested in the sexual side of things. People are allowed to approach you, but only if it’s for non-sexual reasons.”

“Yes. I’m not sure about all of them, but the ones I go to are safe spaces for everyone involved. My friend always hires security. Anyone who causes any trouble is removed.”

“Parties, clubs, or similar events can be considered safe. That’s why it’s important to be selective about where you attend such things. I consistently choose those that I…” I’m sensing she’s thinking…

“…are reputable. A code of conduct is available, but…” she’s just being inquisitive.

“…fractions. Names are the only personal information required, but not everyone provides their real name. No calls allowed. No social media numbers. Always ask permission. You must be twenty-one or older to attend. Protection should always be used. I believe those are the most important,”

“It makes Anna, especially given her size. It’s a good experience for a variety of topics, but if done right, they’re not as bad as they seem.”

“Plates stound.” Knowing the right people can… help.

Giggling, she leans in and whispers softly, “Mmm, yes, you are.”

I like a beer when she asks questions. Her willingness to learn makes me want to help her. She has a lot to learn, but she’ll get there in the end. I’m incredibly proud of how well she’s doing in her first sub position.

“My job is pretty damn easy when I have the perfect lines…” I smile, and I caress her cheek with the pad of my thumb.

“That’s because I am a good girl.”

Eagerly, she moves closer. I pull her onto my lap, and she sits astride me, with one hand on my cheek and the other on my shoulder. My hand on her face… I kiss her. Her whimper is lost in the kiss.

She grinds against my thigh. I use one of her thighs to draw her body closer, enjoying how her thighs press against my growing erection. The kiss deepens, and her grinding becomes increasingly desperate.

I break the kiss. “Mmm, always so needy…”

Hmm. I don’t know if I am in the mood…

I’m always up for it, but I feel like teasing her…

I shrug. “It happens occasionally.”

“It never happens! I struggle to go more than four days without sex.” A disappointed look takes over her face, but she nods. “Okay,”

She starts to sit back down, but before she can, I quickly stand up and grip her hips. “I am sure I could be talked into it…”

“Beg for it and maybe I’ll…”

“What do you want?”

“What if I…”

“(You will spend the rest of the night aroused and frustrated. Don’t even think about washing yourself. I allowed you to get away with it once. That won’t happen again. You’ll regret even attempting it. I warn you. I won’t be lenient,” I warn Gale sharply, and say, coding. She’s contemplating her next step. She is somewhere between obeying and disobeying me. Walking away, she…

…shares a chip, then thanks me.

She ignores me. What’s going on? I give her a minute to come back… she doesn’t. I groan, frustrated because this wasn’t how my plan was supposed to go. Alyssa…

I spring to my feet immediately.

In the bedroom, not knowing what to expect. As I walk in, Alyssa is naked, sitting on her bed. She’s distraught from having her legs used…

…roughly. Using your womanly wiles again, am I?

I approach, laying a hand on her leg. She's suddenly sitting in front of me and rests her hand on my chest.

I gaze at her, sucking my breath in.

“Are you staking a claim, dear? We both clearly want me badly as I want you!”

My hand moves lower as I get closer, whispering, “Harp as matron can. Ti da one who sends the nukes.”

She grips me, her eyes widening with anticipation. I take my hand… and wait.

Then… "Please, sir, I'm aching for you. I'm feeling extremely turned on thinking about you filling me up with your…”

“She begs, Let us not break this… huge cock. You can do whatever you want…”