Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Freedom of Restraint: Episode 14 - Remainder of the Night

Freedom of Restraint: Episode 14
Remainder of the Night

Monday Night/Tuesday Morning

Arista deftly buttoned her pants as she walked down the basement hallway.  She could hear the show still going on in the arena, but she headed back upstairs instead, preferring to isolate herself at least a little bit.  Later, if she remembered, she'd have another one of the house slaves clean and release Leif.  He deserved to be stuck there for a while though.

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Anabelle had gone back to her quarters and emerged a few minutes later in a shockingly dressed down pair of jeans and a tank top.  They didn't do a whole lot to hide her shapely body, but they at least put the two of us on a bit of a level playing field.

"It's been a while since anyone's take me for just drinks," Anabelle gushed, following me down the hallway.

"Well I'm trying to get out of the "new girl" phase as soon as possible.  Sucks being in a place like this without any friends."

"Yeah I know what you mean.  When I first got here, Miss Reed kept everyone away from me because I was young, and when I became a house slave people only wanted me for my...talents.  You're my first friend really since..."

"Evening beautiful...and Anabelle," a voice called with a smirk as we stepped out into the dining area.

"Since her," Anabelle finished, rolling her eyes, but she followed the gesture with a perky grin.  Arista gave her a peck on the cheek before giving me a decidedly more intimate one on the lips.

"We kind of came in at the same time," Arista said hurriedly.  "What are we drinking?"  She led the two of us to the side lounge where Stephen was still tending bar.

"I know that look," he said to Arista in a droll voice as he strolled up.  "Someone got a blow job."

"Aww, I'll be sure to invite you next time," she said groping Stephen's package through his slacks.  "Three wine coolers, pick your favorite flavors," Arista said, guiding us into a booth.  I piled in next to Anabelle while Arista sat across from the two of us.

"So...how was it?"

"Good..." I started softly.

"She has a tasty pussy," Anabelle said with a cute grin.

"Well, I guess that answers my next question of what you two did," Arista said, sipping her drink as I started to blush.  Damnit!  Why did the human treatment of sex as a taboo topic bear down on me so hard?

"You do," Anabelle said, mistaking my embarrassment for something else.

"It's not that she doesn't believe you...it's that she's feeling a little ashamed for no real reason," Arista said.  "Relax hun, you'll get used to it."

"It was good," I said, allowing my lips to spread into a small grin of their own.

"Thanks," Anabelle said, squeezing my thigh.  The girl was quite touchy-feely.  It was actually kind of nice.

"So how was your round of fun?" I asked in an effort to turn the attention back onto Arista.

"As fun as shoving a penis down a straight man's throat can be," she said with a malicious smile.  "Extremely fun," she continued, answering my blank stare.  "And he was good at it too.  The straight ones always are.  They spend so much time getting their own pricks sucked, they know exactly what makes a good blowjob."

"You took Leif then," Anabelle said simply.

"Yea, any idea what he's in for?  Must have been something pretty awful for Miss Reed to lock his dick up and hand him over to the likes of Vek and company," Arista said.

Anabelle shook her head.  "He doesn't talk much...most of the punishment cases never do.  I haven't really tried asking either, but I've heard rumors."

"Those being?"

"He brought an underage girl into FoR.  Or at least tried to.  An underage human."  Arista's jaw hardened, but she said nothing. 

"So what's it like...being tethered to this place...in your position," I asked Anabelle, trying to find an adequate way to change the subject.  Luckily it was successful as Arista shot me a rueful grin.

"Why, thinking about applying?  I wouldn't mind having you at my beck and call," she said, running her foot up my leg under the table.

"Just trying to get a feel for the place," I said.

"It's fun," Anabelle said brightly.  "I like to please...and I like it rough.  And Miss Reed is there to step in if people get too rough.  "All the slaves have a means of contacting her if we get into trouble with an overzealous Dom.  She may look nice, but she's got an iron will."

"She scares me," I admitted.

"That's because you're a pussy," Arista quipped.  Luckily I was ready for her.

"She scares you too, I saw how quickly you flashed me before," I said shortly.

"Caught me.  Yeah, she's...willful," Arista said finding no better words.  Honestly the description was pretty apt from what I'd seen.  She seemed eminently capable of a number of things.

"She's got a good heart," Anabelle added.  "I'm surprised neither of you can see it, being what you are.

"I'm not one for that touchy-feely stuff," Arista said.

"And I'm still too nervous I guess."  But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how untrue that was.  Well...Miss Reed did make me nervous, but there was still a certain amount of trust and comfort there.  After all, I had made it through my first day of work all right.

Anabelle's hand flew to her collar, addressing some sort of alarm that I couldn't see.  "Ooh, someone must have gotten all hot and bothered after the show and is looking for some fun," she said.  "I'll see you two later."

"I should be going as well," I told Arista.

"You can stay here if you want, I live upstairs," she offered.

"I'd...rather sleep in my own bed," I said, eventually opting for straightforward honesty.  She met my response with an annoying knowing grin.

"I figured."  She stood and kissed me on the cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow."

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