Alan hadn't eaten dinner yet, and Susan had finished cooking dinner for him and the rest of the family while he was taking his shower.
When he called Glory to tell her he was coming over, he found that she hadn't eaten either. So he packed up his dinner of eggplant parmigiana, including an extra serving for Glory, and went to her home. He'd changed into pants and a different T-shirt, but didn't bother with a sweater since it wasn't that cold of a night.
For the first time since he'd temporarily "won" it, Alan was able to drive Xania's Corvette. He was very psyched about it, and after the discussion of him not having a cell phone, Suzanne made sure that Susan loaned hers to Alan.
So he tried calling Xania in L.A. to revel in his use of her car, but unfortunately she wasn't home. Bummer. Still, life is pretty sweet. I feel like a movie star driving down the road like this. It'll be doubly awesome during the day. And Mom and Mother are talking about me getting a car of my own! Man, I really am living a charmed life.
It came as no surprise that Glory was in a very non-erotic mood when he arrived at her place. She'd just come home from about five hours of non-stop school meetings, and she was frazzled and completely exhausted. She didn't even have the energy to dress up for Alan, and had gotten out of her formal wear and put on casual "lounging around the house" clothes.
She was so glum that she couldn't even muster up a smile at first, when she opened the door for him.
However, she was feeling very needy for his presence. Although she'd seen him and even had sex with him earlier in the day, she hadn't had a chance to talk to him alone since the fight. All his other lovers (except for Heather, whose father had grounded her in a fit of overprotectiveness) had had time to bond with him again after the fight. In the same way that loved ones come together after a trauma, Glory simply needed to be with him and feel reassured that everything would be okay with him and with her.
So all she wanted to do was eat, talk, and cuddle. After a welcome hug, her mood improved considerably.
They kissed some, but not that much, and even then the kisses were mostly for intimate reassurance rather than as a prelude to getting frisky.
He was perfectly okay with that, though. In fact, once they'd eaten their dinner (lovingly feeding each other forkfuls every other bite) and were cuddling on the sofa, he thought, This is nice. Things can get pretty frantic back at home sometimes. I'm basically living with four women now, for all practical purposes, and that's sorta turned the house into a circus. Like what happened when I gave out the collars. That was nuts! I was like a tower of lust, just standing there with all those curvy bodies sliding up and down.
That was insanely awesome, but sometimes it's nice to just chill out like this instead. I don't even mind that I wasn't able to cum in the shower with my sisters before I came here. I'm perfectly fine in a flaccid state, and I'm not suffering blue balls like I was at Christine's. Now THAT sucked.
The two of them were in no hurry to go anywhere or do anything, so they just talked for an hour or more as they remained cuddled together.
Glory had a lot to say about what had gone on in the meetings, but she was burned out on that topic and figured she could update him tomorrow. She thought, And while I'm at it, I should probably keep Suzanne in the loop, too.
She froze. Uh-oh. Why did I just feel a tingle down below when I thought about Suzanne? Damn her! Damn her for being so sexy! I almost hope she won't be able to come, because my heart can't take it. But if she does, I'd love for her to wear something red or maroon. She looks so sultry in any shade of red! And a low cut top. And a really short skirt. What legs. What incredible legs. Oh my God: a bikini! Suzanne, in a bikini?! ... Arrgh, I have to stop this self-torture! On second thought, hopefully she'll wear a burlap potato sack.
But despite her attempt to think different thoughts, her mind remained fixated on an image of Suzanne in a red bikini. In her vision, Suzanne was looking away, allowing Glory to gawk without restraint. Then Suzanne started to fiddle with her bikini top, toying with taking it off altogether.
Glory literally shook her head, trying to shake herself free of the erotic scene. Curse you, Suzanne! Curse you and your sexy Suzannesbian ways! Curse your glorious curly red hair, that makes me want to run my hands through it for hours. And curse your red lips, your red fingernails, and that fire red bikini top, barely containing those huge ivory boobs of yours from spilling out all over! Those damned perfect beauties are just crying out to be squeezed and kissed! And that face! Oh God, that beautiful face!
She asked, "Um, by the way, when Suzanne goes to the beach, does she need to put on a lot of suntan lotion, because of her fair skin? And does she usually need someone to help put... uh... the lotion..." Her voice trailed off. She'd been fantasizing putting lotion all over Suzanne's body, and only partially realized that she was talking out loud.
"Huh?" Alan was confused, because they happened to be discussing current politics. Her comment was completely out of the blue.
She blushed. "Um, sorry. My mind's all over the place. Even as we were talking, I was thinking about the situation in school, and how Suzanne and I would have to work together on some things, and, well... you have to admit that she has really fair skin!"
She was forced to make an excuse to go to the kitchen, which allowed her to duck out of that discussion. Once there, she splashed cold water on her face. That finally enabled her to snap out of it. As she walked back to Alan, she muttered to herself, I'm really starting to hate red. And it's my favorite color!
They ended up avoiding talk about current problems entirely and talked about their pasts, filling in gaps about things the other person didn't know with interesting stories. They also talked a lot about history, since both of them loved that subject.
But there was one thing that Alan wanted to do before he left. He'd hidden one of the rings and one of the collars from the sex shop in his pockets and, as their conversation started to wind down, he decided the time was ripe.
He stood up, hid both presents behind his back, and then knelt down in front of Glory as she remained sitting on the sofa.
She joked, "Well, well, well. This is an interesting turn of events. I've been between your legs often enough, but I rarely see you between mine."
That disappointed him, because he felt guilty about being on the receiving end of sexual pleasure an unfair amount of the time. "Am I not going down on you enough? Shoot, I'm not. I could do that now. I've really come to like it. It's just that other things always seem to happen..."
She chuckled, "Yes to doing it more, but no to doing it right now. I'm bushed. And besides, I'm very curious about what you're obviously hiding behind your back."
"Ah. Well, I've got two gifts for you. Strangely enough, one of them I don't think you're going to like. I probably shouldn't even give it to you, but I kind of can't help myself. If you don't want it, I'll totally understand and I won't be offended in the slightest."
"Now you've got me more than a little bit curious, young man. Let's see this terrible gift of yours."
Frowning, he brought the collar into view while keeping the hand back that was still holding the ring. "As you can see, it's uh, a collar. And the thing is, and this is where you're gonna slug me, I just gave one of these to each of the women I love back home. I would like it if all the women I love would have one, even if you don't want to wear it. To me, it symbolizes the bond of love between us."
She took the collar from him and held it up for inspection. Her mind whirled in turmoil. Her initial mental response was anger, and she wanted to yell at him, right before slugging him into next week. But as the seconds ticked by, she realized that the gift represented a significant commitment to her that he was making, as well as a commitment to him that he was asking for from her. She liked that.
But what surprised her the most was that her pussy was growing moist.
Because her powerful emotions were in conflict, her words came out sounding rather mild. A part of her liked the idea of sexually submitting to her young lover, but she struggled to keep that urge under control. "Hmmm. I can't say I'm overjoyed with this gift, to say the least. In fact, it kind of irritates me. It makes me think about your other lovers, and the incest. And it doesn't seem fair. It's not like you're going to wear one, obviously. It seems to me that you're sort of claiming me with this, like I'm some sort of possession."
He responded, "You know what? I guess I kind of am. Glory, my love, I know you're not into being really submissive, but the fact is I'm the dominant one in all my relationships to varying degrees, even with you. Although, I'll freely admit that with you I'm not always the dominant one, and I kinda like that about you. All the same, I like to think that I possess you, just like I possess my other women. It makes me want to protect you, and love you, and be the best man I can be for you, all the more."
Hearing that, she felt like the floor had dropped out beneath her and she was falling to the center of the Earth. For some seconds, it sounded extremely tempting simply to give in and submit totally to him. What kind of man would have the balls to up and give me a gift like that? He's got a lot of gall! I mean, he's trying to spin it and sound polite, but he's basically saying "I'm gonna collar you and make you one of my women"! Not woman, but women! And he's one of my fucking students, for crying out loud! He's got balls the size of China! How do you say no to a man - or boy - like that?! I should slap him!
And what if I say yes, and accept the gift? It makes me feel dizzy, just thinking about it. The BASTARD! How dare he do this to me? What does he want next, blood? I'm already in the totally humiliating position of being nothing more than one of his mistresses, and now he wants to institutionalize that and humiliate me more? Well, fuck you Alan Plummer and the horse you rode in on! No way!
But she was growing increasingly aroused, too. She was tempted, sorely tempted, to accept the gift. She knew she'd be in for an even wilder ride with him if she did.
She stared at him for some long moments before answering. She tried to remain poker-faced, but in fact her face displayed a rapidly changing kaleidoscope of expressions, as different feelings surged forth inside her. "Wow, you're pretty brutally honest, there. I don't really know what to say to that. For starters, I'm annoyed. How many of these collars are you planning on giving out, anyway?"
He winced, but answered honestly, "Right now, six. My four loved ones at home, plus you, plus Brenda. That's not to say I won't give out more in the future, but I'm kind of hoping I don't. I'm really overextended as it is already. But it's just that if I love somebody, I can't just decide to un-love them, even though I love other people already."
She thought, SIX?! God dammit! You evil fucking BASTARD! The number shouldn't surprise me after what I saw at the Thanksgiving meal, let alone at the Pestridge house this morning, but still, it's like a blow to the gut to hear it. Four even, somehow seems almost normal. But six?! And yet I know he really loves me; that's what's so fucking maddening. He's not human; he's the devil!
But once again, her words did not reflect what she was thinking. She merely said, "Young man, you're really being brutally honest. Do you have to be THAT honest?" She chuckled nervously at that. She still didn't know what to think, or how to respond.
"Glory, I don't want to lie to you. I love you too much to do that. I want to have and share a special bond with you, where my heart is totally open to you, because you're my mentor, my intellectual sparring partner, and a soul mate. I can't say I'll never commit a lie of omission or try to shade something in the best possible light, but I'm trying my damnedest to forge a deep bond of total commitment and sharing based on honesty and total love."
"Wow." She was genuinely impressed, but she added with chagrin, "I would be more wowed though if you'd said 'my soul mate' instead of 'a soulmate.'" To say the least! How many 'soul mates' does he think he has, anyway? If I had a lick of sense, I would run screaming out of this building right now!
"I am what I am, and I'm not trying to hide from you anymore. I'm hoping you can love me knowing that I'm like this, basically the head of a harem, who passionately loves all his women without any regret." He thought, How I wish I could say that to Christine, too! But she would basically chop me up into little pieces.
She thought, There he goes again. He's being so bold, so confident. He's changed from even a few weeks ago. He's patient and polite, and even modest, but he leaves no doubt that he fully expects me to comply with his wishes and wear that damned collar! He makes it hard to say no.
She didn't want to reply to his latest comment. Instead, she asked as her jealousy surged, "Who's this Brenda? I've never heard of her, never even seen her. She wasn't at the big meeting at Suzanne's house today. How did she make it into your inner circle? You say you want to be totally honest, so please tell me."
"I do, but I also have to respect other people's privacy wishes. So don't expect me to tell you anything about just anyone I'm with. I'll have to ask Brenda how much I should tell you about her, or maybe you can just meet her and ask her your questions yourself. But I figure you at least deserve to know the names of all the women who are central in my life right now and are being offered a collar."
He could have said more, as he was sure Brenda wouldn't mind anything he said about her. After all, she'd formally declared herself to be his slave in a very literal sense. He didn't want to lie to Glory about her, but between the improbable curves and nipples on Brenda's body and her extreme submissiveness, he wasn't in any rush to introduce Glory to her, either. He also wasn't eager to admit that his relationship with Brenda was more about lust than love at this point, although he cared about her a great deal and felt his feelings could be starting to turn into love.
Glory thought about his words, but again she didn't reply to them. Instead, she looked at the collar again and held it up to her face. "Wow. A collar. The symbolism is so extreme. Slaves used to be collared. Black iron collars locked around their necks."
"I'm sorry, Glory. I'll take my gift back." He grabbed it from her.
"No! Hold on, young man."
Staring at the collar in his hand, she thought, It's very pretty. I'd bet it would look good around my neck... No! What am I thinking! I need to resist! Some of his women have to be pretty submissive, but I'm not like that. Strong. I have to be strong! Resist!
But who am I kidding? I love him! I love everything about him! I love that he's giving me this collar! It shows just how serious he is about me! I'm not just one of his fucks of the week; this means long-term! True, it's kind of humiliating, but it shows that he loves me. Damn, my pussy is throbbing!
She asked hesitantly, "This collar. Does this represent a new commitment on your part? Are you going to just love me and leave me?"
"Glory, remember our agreement to have a trial period and see if we can make something work that could last? I'm not trying to push you into anything more; I'm just telling you how I feel about you. This collar means that I want you to be mine. Once you're mine, why would I ever want to give you up?"
Chills of excitement ran up and down her spine, and a new flood of cum gushed out of her pussy. Dammit, he really is a bastard. Of course this collar will make me feel more committed. Grrr!
She closed her eyes and searched her heart. What we have here is a mere KID giving me a COLLAR, as part of some fiendish plan to try to drag me into his fucking HAREM! The BASTARD! ... But he's MY bastard, and dammit, I'm his woman!
She stared at him intensely. "Since you're being brutally honest, I'll be brutally honest too. I like the idea of you possessing me. I'd like to hear you say, 'Glory is mine. She belongs to me.' I'm shocking even myself to be so much as thinking this, but I'm actually starting to LIKE the idea of wearing this collar!"
Now she was looking at the black fabric in wonder. But then she stared at him with a hard look. "However, young man, don't get any big ideas. I'm not gonna suddenly run around crying, 'Oh, Master, Master, Master!' like some of your other women do. If you start calling me a slave, I'll have to slap some sense into you."
He nodded gravely. "Please do. As a matter of fact, I'd very much prefer that, from you." But his serious face masked his inner joy at her response. It was all he could do not to jump up and down like a little kid.
She added, "However, the way I figure it, this is a two way street. I belong to you, but you belong to ME too, young man." She playfully wagged a finger at him. "The fact that other women also belong to you, well, I guess it sucks to be me. I accept this... gift... of your collar. However, that doesn't negate the trial period plan. And I also will buy you a gift that will symbolize how you belong to me too." She paused to put it on around her neck.
"Fair enough." He was smiling from ear to ear, unable to contain his happiness any more. But in a burst of inspiration, he refused to let her collar go.
The result was a bit of a tug of war over it. "What?" she asked testily as she tugged harder.
But he tugged back. "I just realized we're not doing this right. There's proper etiquette to follow and so forth. Don't you think I should put the collar on you?"