Enslaved By Pleasure

It was official. She was lost. Katy Perry walked over a carpeted stairway—faded and worn through to the burlap lining. She found nothing in the hallway it led to, only another staircase, this one metal. Cold to the touch, even through her moccasins. Katy carefully tapped her hand on the icy railing to steady herself as she went down the flight of barred steps until her tender feet were on moderately warmer tiles. Then she heard a phone ringing.

Finally, civilization! Katy moved down the corridor, sure whoever she found could tell her how to get back to her soundstage in time for the shoot. And she thought she’d been so clever, taking a smoke break because Shep hadn’t shown up yet… getting turned around trying to evade the smoke detectors… now they were all probably waiting for her.

Well, the wait was over. Her spirits soared until she turned the corner to the source of the noise. Then she froze.

***

Shep’s cock throbbed at the thought of Alison. He knew he shouldn’t take the call, but he also knew her. Brie would just keep calling and calling until he picked up. She might even drive to the studio if she truly felt ignored. It was as willful as she got, demanding his attention like a stray cat, but her drive couldn’t be underestimated.

He couldn’t break her down all at once, after all.

Setting the phone on speaker, he set it down next to himself and let her speak while he massaged the stiffness from his aching muscles. If he didn’t give them a rubdown, he’d be a throbbing mess when it came time for the shoot.

“Shep! Hey! Hi!” Alison’s voice was as enthusiastic as ever, darling and begging to be loved. Shep couldn’t help a smile. Someone so eager to please should’ve come across as needy, desperate, but somehow Alison managed to make it cute. “It’s so good to hear your voice… not that I’ve heard your voice yet… you mind saying a little something just so I know you’re there and you don’t have a pet monkey answering the phone…?”

“Hi Alison,” Shep replied. “I thought I told you that I couldn’t answer my phone. That I’d be busy all morning.”

“Well, I know you said that, but here you are, finding time for me. Just like a good master.” She gave a sultry, sexy little laugh that went right through him. “Hey, you wanna—maybe—tell me again about how I’m your slave and you’re my master and all that stuff?”

“That’s about the size of it,” Shep replied, though the reminder gave him an urge to cup his crotch and feel how hard she’d made him. There wasn’t much resisting Alison Brie… even when she was being annoying.

“No, c’mon, the way you say it. It’s so nice. How I belong to you and you can use me whenever you want… oh, I can’t do it right. You say it.”

“Alison, quit it,” he choked huskily, feeling his cock swell with unbelievable ferocity.

If she were here, he’d ravish her right now. Even only over the phone, it was hard to fight the knowledge that he could jump into his car, drive back to his place, and have her. His willful little slave.

Alison got snippy. “You might as well, you know. You have time to answer your phone, you have time to tell me I’m your slave.”

“Alison—“

“I just think if you have a slave, you should be willing to, y’know, inform her of her slaveyness… Is that too much to ask?”

Shep pictured the way her cute little lips—just the right amount of girlish softness—formed her words into the mouthpiece. Maybe she was lying in bed, a satin sheet dipping and molding to her firm thighs as her legs writhed around… “I’m warning you, Alison. Don’t make me punish you. I will.”

Alison laughed teasingly. “I’m supposed to be afraid of you punishing me, but you can’t even tell me how I’m your slave? That doesn’t make much sense, ‘master’. And besides, what could be worse punishment than this? My bed is so big and lonely, baby? My pussy’s so empty… wet… I’m getting goosebumps, Mr. Danton. Ohh, God, you’re not here to touch me… I’ve got to touch myself… play with myself… ahhh!”

“Alison…” He started sweating. His hands shook. He couldn’t keep from leaning over, getting close to the speaker phone while he heard the soft rustle of sheets and breathy gasps and low moans.

“OHH, that feels so good, Master,” she cooed gently. “Mmmm, now if only I had your big hard prick instead of just my finger. A finger isn’t enough. Come over, baby. Hurry back to me before I come. I don’t want to waste it—I shouldn’t be enjoying myself unless it’s for you! Shep, get over here and fuck me! I’m so hot I can’t stand it—listen, Master, listen! Just listen to how hot I am…”

Shep held his breath. His blood pulsed through him. He picked up the phone and pressed the receiver tightly to his ear, not even remembering changing the speaker. Then he heard it. The sound was unmistakable.

It was a wet sound, slick and juicy. He knew it was the sound of her pussy. Shep thought he could hear the tensed muscles of her thighs, the blood rushing in them. He imagined the trimly rounded legs parted widely, her brunette thatch shimmering blackly in the light as her hips circled and humped up and down.

Shep chuckled, understanding now. It wasn’t like Alison to be so vehement—not about sex. There, she was usually nervy to the point of prudishness. “You’re remembering what it was like when you were a free woman, aren’t you? That’s what has you so worked up. You had to do it all by yourself, didn’t you Alison? No one to tell you what to do, to take care of you, to praise you when you were good or punish you when you were misbehaving…”

“I was so alone,” Alison remembered. “When I woke up and you weren’t here, it felt like I wasn’t yours anymore. And you made it feel so good being yours… why’d you have to leave after you showed me how good it was to be your slave?”

“Because if I had to spend all my time catering to your needs and desires, you would be the master and I would be the slave. You don’t want to be master, do you?”

“No, no, not even of just little ol’ me… I’m so glad you made me your slave…”

Shep shut his eyes. He could almost smell the heavy, fragrant aroma that Alison’s wet cunt would hold. Just about see the silken labia lips spread, the quivering entryway into her most private place, its glossy folds clenching and shuddering, ready to milk his cock of all the cum his slave deserved.

“I didn’t make you anything,” he said, his voice shifting into the slow, smooth register he used when addressing a piece of feminine property he was happy with. “You were always a slave. I just made you mine. I know how hard it is for you to know what you need, how to make yourself happy. Even free women don’t always manage it—can’t be easy, trying to be a free woman when you aren’t. My little slave. You fought it, you hated it, but I could see it on your face how much better it was to have someone else in charge. Knowing what you needed. How to give it to you. Where to touch you and how much and how little. I know the best part too. The thought of pleasing me. And it does please me to satisfy you. Even if that’s not what’s really important.”

He imagined her finger pitching in and out of her sex, the tip circling around her slippery folds, sweeping up the engorged lips to tease at her lust-bitten clit.

“What’s important is my pleasure. My desires. Isn’t it wonderful that a slave like you can be so fulfilled by attending to my needs, she doesn’t even have to worry about her own?”

“Yes, yes, I don’t matter.” He could just about see how frantically Allison was nodding. “You have no idea how boring it gets… everyone trying to impress me, show me how happy they could make me, how sweet they are… I don’t have to be impressed by you, I just have to belong to you… know that… that… oh, it’s so good when you tell me what to do!”

Then the rush of her breath grew muffled. He heard her far-off moan, her tiny squeal. The sucking noise grew loud and sharp; Shep’s heart hammered in his throat. She was fucking herself with the mouthpiece, she had to be!

“Are you proud of your body, Alison?”

“Yes, master. I'm so glad it brings you pleasure.”

It amused Shep, thinking that his tinny voice coming out of Alison’s earpiece was enough to get her off, make her phone a suitable masturbatory tool. And after he’d spoiled her with his massive cock too. “It was meant to bring me pleasure. Your body belongs to me. It's mine to use as I see fit. And I love knowing that my slutty little slave gets off on it.”

“Yes, master. I love being used. Do anything you want to me, just so long as it delights you. I'm yours to treat however you want. I don't want to live if it doesn't give you pleasure.”

“Don't worry, you give me lots of pleasure… your body. Your eyes. The way you look at me. I bet your fingers are trembling right now, imagining you could touch me. My bitch. My whore. Your body is mine to play with. It was meant to be used, toyed with, displayed… bred. Those lips were made to be wrapped around my cock. That cunt made to take my dick. Even your ass is meant for me. Not because I can fit in it—it’s almost too small for my finger—but because if I decide it’s mine, it’s mine.”

He heard the scratch of pubic hair against the phone’s mouthpiece, then the passionate moaning of his name. “Shep! Oh God, I’m coming! Ohhh, I can feel you—feel you right through the phone—AHHH! You’re my master! I’m coming for my master!”