Alicia kisses him and gently lets her hand fall to the top of his leg and begin to slowly stroke up back and forth along the inside of his thigh from the knee to the juncture of his crotch, as he squeezes her tightly and curls a hand around her arm to cup her breast. She breaks the kiss and then places her roving hand directly on his crotch squeezing his erection through the rough fabric of his jeans and says, "I never thought of it that way. You're right; it's the love and commitment to making the other person happy that's really important. Living and demonstrating that is how you really show your love."
"That's what I believe, anyway." he replies, "I want to care for and take care of you so much I can hardly stand it. It makes me feel like I'm in heaven when I'm with you like this and you tell me you feel the same. I want to possess and have you be mine in everything." He lightly strokes her throat, dropping his hand to fumble awkwardly with the small top button of the thin white blouse she is wearing.
"Oh Tom, I feel the same way except I want you to possess me and be completely yours. If you will have me I'm yours. Here let me do that.", she exclaims as she pushes his hand away from her and starts unbuttoning it all the way down exposing the front of the matching brassiere underneath. Quickly she then unclasps the hook in the center of the bra letting its cups fall away from her milky bosom, allowing him to view her open cleavage and the gentle curves of the insides of her small shapely breasts.
As he eagerly reaches to fondle the soft, inviting globes, she unexpectedly stands up and faces him. Slipping the blouse and brassiere off of her shoulders to briefly pause half nude, she then unfastens the hook and unzips the sort zipper at the side of her knee length red and black pleated skirt and pushes it down over her hips to drop in a bundle around her ankles. Straightening back up she poses for a few seconds in her bright red panties before gracefully bending down to slip them down too and lifts her feet out of both the skirt and panties to stand naked before him.
Having never seen her completely undressed, Tom gasps as he stares in admiration at her incredible beauty as she crosses her arms behind her back to give him full view of her nakedness.
"Oh God, you're lovely!" he exclaims breathlessly.
"You really think so?" she softly asks.
Delighted and flabbergasted at her beauty and audacity as he has never seen her completely nude, Tom exclaims, "Oh My God! Alicia! You're gorgeous! But what made you do it?"
"I thought you wanted me to. Do you really think I'm pretty? I decided that no matter what, I want to be yours and make you happy! For me that's the cake, making you happy! And it's what makes me happy. If I can be with you, I'll be your lover or mistress or even your slave, if that's what you want!" she declares.
"Really? Do you really mean it? What if George came back right now? What would you do?" he asks breathlessly.
"Uh, I'd hope you'd let me get dressed before letting him in, but if you really wanted him to see me naked, I guess I'd do what you want." she says, as tears start to run down her cheeks, "I promised I'd do anything you say and if that will make you happy then I'll stay here like this."
"OH! You're wonderful Alicia! But do you really understand what being a slave is and how complete a commitment it would be? What if I asked you to have sex with him?" he asks again.
"I-I don't know! I'd try, but I really don't know if I could! I love you and want you to be the first. You're so loving and gentle and when we're petting, you drive me crazy. Even when I kiss and suck your penis, I feel good because I'm making you happy, even though it's so dirty. But I can't believe giving my virginity to George or anyone else could make you happy! Please don't make me do that! Isn't this enough? Please! I love you so." she sobs.
Standing and caressing the beautiful sobbing girl, Tom tells her, "That's what I thought! You really don't know what you're committing to by saying you want to be a slave. The true love of a full commitment means to know and anticipate the other's point of view. For me, you're giving yourself sexually to someone else to please me would be a perfect demonstration of love. Just knowing that you cared for me that much would be almost more than I could stand!"
Gasping for breath as Tom strokes her hair and hugs her against his rough clothing, Alicia cries, "Oh No! I want to please you, but it's so hard! Please! Don't be angry, but I don't know if I could. I truly don't! If you really want me to make love with him, I-I'll try! But it's so hard!"
Grasping her by the shoulders, Tom forces her to look him in the eyes, saying, "That's what I mean. You're saying you love me and will even be my slave, but you don't know how hard being a slave might be! Now calm down and think about it. I don't want you to commit to anything unless you fully understand what it is. I care for you too much to risk making you unhappy or pressuring you to do something you truly don't want to do. Now tell me, what is a slave? Give me a definition."
As the beautiful sobbing girl's knees buckle, her lover supports her and gently seats her back on the couch. Sitting beside her, he massages the nape of her neck with one hand while lightly stroking her shapely breasts with the other until she relaxes and says, "Oh that feels good. Don't stop! I-I guess a slave is someone who is owned. They are forced to work and do what their masters tell them. I-I guess they're also beaten and raped."
"Very good. Now you're starting to understand how hard being a slave can be. If you become a slave, you'll be owned. Do you really want to be my property?" he asks.
"If that's what you want, I guess. I only know that I want to be with you and surrender my self to you totally. It's funny, but in a way it might be comforting to be owned and taken care of, if I can be with you. If you truly possess me, you will have to make all the decisions and I won't have to think or worry about anything." she muses half to herself.
"That's not entirely true, what if you do something that displeases me?" he queries with an enigmatic smile, dropping the hand that had been caressing her breasts to stroke the tops of her tightly closed thighs.
"Oh, I'll work very hard! I'll be so obedient and pleasing that you won't have any cause to be displeased! I'll cook and clean and wash your things and make love with you all the time." is her breathless answer.
"Anyone can have an accident or lapse. What if you burn a meal or break a dish or starch my pajamas or forget to swallow my semen?" he jokingly retorts.
"Swallow?? I've never done that. I didn't know you wanted me to! How disgusting! Why would you want me to do that?" she asks, surprised.
"I've heard that it shows respect and thanks to a slave's master for his allowing her to please him and it furnishes protein to keep the slave healthy." he laughs.
"That's both revolting and ridiculous! Now you're making fun of me!" she accuses, "Besides it's too salty!"
"Well what about dropping a glass or dish?" he continues in a more serious tone.
"Well if I was really a slave, I suppose I'd have to be punished." she acknowledges with a grin, "Maybe you could make me go without supper, by not swallowing."
"Or swat your hands with a ruler or your pretty bottom with a yardstick?"
"W-well, maybe, if I did some really wrong and it wasn't too hard. You really wouldn't hurt me? Would you?" she asks a little nervously.