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     "Mind if I sit here?" said a friendly and familiar voice.

     "Hi!" I said, looking up to find Aaden standing opposite the table,
tray in hand.  "Yeah, yeah, sit down, sit down," I said.  He scooted the
chair back and sat, placing the tray on the table.  "That's your lunch?"
I asked.  On the tray was a rather small salad.

     "I'm watching my weight," he said, smiling.  "So where's Lynn?"

     "Said she had to see her medico.  It's not like there was any
agreed period.  She just came up to me two days ago and said, 'On your
knees.'"

     "What was it like?"

     "What was what like?  Being topped by Lynn, or just being topped by
a woman in general?"

     "Both," he replied.

     "Well, being topped by a woman I've only seen as an ELF before was
pretty new, but it was harder, generally, to let myself by topped by a
woman.  And I'll tell you, with a strap she was brutal.  I still can't
sit down comfortably."

     He laughed.  "You were good last night."

     "Was I?"

     He nodded.  I felt very comfortable sitting and eating lunch with
Aaden, and that very comfort made me feel uncomfortable.  Usually, Aaden
and I are standing on opposing ends of an SM session.  "Aaden, can I ask
you a question?"

     He thought for a second and said, "If I don't answer, will you be
upset?"

     "No."

     "Then ask."

     "Are you a top, a bottom, or switchable?"

     "Bottom," he said, clearly.

     "Just wondering.  Even that one time in the Underground, you were
taking orders from P'nyssa, weren't you?"

     He nodded.  "I don't know why you didn't notice that earlier.
Although if you want to be techincal, that was the first time I was...
'topped' by a woman."  He glanced up and over my shoulder.  "Hello," he
said.

     "Hi," said another familiar voice behind me.  "Can I join, or are
you two..." the question trailed off.

     I turned around.  "No, no," I said, finding Ally Dowling standing
behind me.  "Come on, sit down."  She grabbed a third chair from the
table to my right and turned it around.  She had grabbed some sort of
steak sandwich from the buffet.  "How are you doing?" I asked.

     She shrugged.  "Okay, I guess."

     "Cedza leave?" I asked.

     She nodded.  "I don't know what I'm going to do now."

     "Well, what do you want to do?"

     She shrugged again.  "Dunno.  I-" She was broken off by a sudden
high-pitched moan from Aaden.  "Are you okay?" she asked.

     "Huh?" he said, smiling.  "Oh, yeah..."

     "Aaden, what was that?"

     He smiled and said, "Oh, it's a little something Borodir gave me."

     "What is it?" I said in the voice I usually reserve for kids who've
something hidden behind their backs.

     "It's a cockring... just a little one."

     "So what was that little scream you gave?"

     "It's made of copper on top and zinc underneath..."

     It took all of two seconds to remember my chemistry.  "Are you
saying you've got a galvanic cockring?"

     "Sort of.  The metals aren't enough, but Borodir shaved a small
ring of fur from around my sex and when I sweat, a small capacitor set
in the interim builds up a charge until..."

     I shuddered, smiling.  "That's looney."

     His muzzle crested a little and he said, "I like it."

     "Whatever," I said, trying not to laugh.

     "I just realized," Ally said, interrupting us.  "I don't have a
napkin.  Have either of you got one?"

     "Not that isn't used," I replied.  Aaden indicated the same.

     "I'll be right back," she said, rising.

     When she was gone, I looked back at Aaden, who said, "I can see it
on your face.  Go for it."

     "Aaden, I can't do it!  It doesn't make sense.  Why should I top
her, if only for one day?  I know nothing about her."

     "Well, then, this is the perfect place for it."  He shuddered
again.

     "Will you stop that!" I said.  "It looks like you've got a short in
your biocybe."  He laughed.

     Ally returned a few moments later, two or three cloth napkins in
hand.  We ate for a while, enjoying the sunlight that fell on the upper
dining hall in daylight, watching the birds fly by.  Once I spotted a
dragon, flying low and fast just to the spin of us.  I pointed it out.
Ally's reponse was less than heartening.

     "Ally, you can't just mope all day," Aaden said.

     "What do you know?" she said.  "Cedza and I were this close for two
years, living here, working out of here.  Even when I was on assignment,
he was with me, and we always came home to Rhysh.  Now he's closed down
his residency in town and left Rhysh, left me.  He burned my contract
last night, and I don't know what to do."  A small tear appeared in one
eye.  I reached out to brush it away.

     "Ally," I said quietly, fishing my notebook and pencil out of my
jacket pocket, "Let me see if I can help you find someone.  Not to
replace Cedza- I know nothing will ever do that.  But just someone to
take your mind off of it.  How do you like to be treated?"

     She smiled and said, "I appreciate it, but-"

     "No 'buts.'  What do you like?"

     She pursed her lips for a second and said, "Okay.  I'm a quick
submissive, so I don't want someone who's looking for a fight."

     "Fair enough," I said, writing that down.

     "I like to be tied.  I like to be made to serve.  And I especially
like to be slapped."

     "As in spanked?"

     "No, slapped.  Across the face.  Open hand."

     "How hard?" I asked.

     "As hard as you can manage," she said.

     "Aren't you afraid of losing a few teeth?" Aaden asked.

     "Not anymore," she said with a smile.  The implications of that
statement chilled me.  I was suddenly thinking that this might be a bad
idea; I doubted I had the resolution to hit a woman across the face with
that much force.

     I decided to keep going anyway.  "What about... watersports?
Blood?"

     She made a face.  "No, and no.  A little blood during a whipping's
okay- I've done that lots of times.  But not as a goal."

     "Then I assume no piercing of either kind."

     She thought for a second.  "I've always wanted my ears decorated.
I've been told you're good at that."  Ally's ears are beautiful, large,
and feline, which is not the norm for Satryls- their ears are more human
than feline.  Actually, Ally's ears are big even for a Felinzi.  But
they are in good proportion to her hair, which is usually teased out to
the point of being a mane.  In any event, they're quite a good job of
constructive surgery.

     "Minimal," I replied.  "Three piercings, and I got lucky.  And why
are you assuming I'm going to be the one doing it?  This isn't for me;
we're trying to find someone good for you.  Besides, you're not my
type."

     "What is your type?" she asked, mischeviously.

     "Fem.  About 160 cents, slightly overweight.  You're nearly tall as
I am, and as far as I know, I've never gone for hardbodies.  And you,
Ally, are serious hardbody."

     She laughed.  "That's true."  And she is.  180 cents, small-
waisted, and not an ounce of fat on her.  Muscles so well defined
there's just a hint of blood vessel showing on her tanned and oiled
skin.  She is, quite simply, a work of very personal art.  The art of
bodybuilding.

     "So," I said, "what else?"

     "Well, my safeword at the time was 'Rhino.'"

     "And you want to keep it?"

     "Oh, yeah.  I'll never remember a new one if a top gives me one.
My memory is lousy."

     "How many times have you called safeword?"

     "Twice.  Both times for broken teeth."  The sensation that I was in
far over my head crawled up on me again.  I tried to send it away.

     "Anything else?" I asked.

     "Not really."

     "Not really?" I asked.  "What about, oh, group scenes, orgasm,
fisting, theatre.  There's a lot we haven't gone over."

     She shrugged.  "Well, orgasm's not really important to me.  I just
like to be a good bottom.  Group scenes are okay, I guess."

     "But no enthusiasm."

     "Not really," she said.  "I've done fisting, it's not for me.
Theatre's great, though.  I LOVE the scene last night with Grell and
Debard."

     "Hmm... That sort of scene would require some setup, I imagine.
But you like the extreme whipping?"  She nodded.

     I tapped my pencil lightly on the table and said, "Well, there's
only more thing I can think of."

     A few seconds passed before Ally realized it was her turn to say
something.  "What's that?"

     "Why aren't you at my feet like a good little girl?"

     Her eyes lit up, a big smile crossing her face.  She nearly lunged
across the table at me, hugging me close, her head against my chest as
she slowly fell to her knees, kissing the cloth of my shirt and jeans as
she worked her way down to my boots.  She stopped there, kneeling.
"Come a little closer," I said.  She crawled forward a few cents, and I
said, "Right there."  From my chair I reached a hand down under her
throat and held her there.

     A friend once told me that you can tell everything about a bottom
just by grabbing them by the throat.  I am in no way a psionic, but I
have to agree.  With my hand open just below her jaw I could feel every
emotion shooting through her, and I could also tell other things, like
where she was looking.  All that by the tiny tensings of nervousness in
her throat.  I looked down at her, taking my hand from her throat to
stroke her enourmous crown of hair, then returning to her throat.  "You
know," I said to Aaden, "Lynn's right.  One does acquire some wonderful
toys in Rhysh."  I picked up my pencil with my left hand and awkwardly
wrote on the open page, "Hang around.  I may need to talk to you."  I
passed it to him.  He read the message and nodded.

     We sat in the silent sunlight for a while, waiting for a thought to
come that would carry one of us to action.  I looked up at Aaden, who
gave me a quizzical look before clamping his eyes shut and shaking
again.  I sighed.  He's incorrigible.  And as we sat, I began to wonder
just what in Hell I was going to do next.  "What do you think we should
do now?"

     "Well," Aaden offered, "Do what you did with Kathy."


     "This is not what I had in mind," Aaden said.  I offered him
mustard and he shook his head.  Putting some on my hot dog, I handed it
back to the vendor, who proceeded down the rickety steps of the stand.

     "What's wrong with baseball?" I asked.

     "I've played it.  In fact, I've even played on this field.  It is
not my favorite game."

     I smiled and took a bite.  "Well, it'll keep Ally's mind off of
Cedza for a few hours, it'll be good exercise, and I have other reasons
for bringing you here."

     "Such as?"

     "I need to talk to you.  I don't think I'm cut out for this."

     "What's wrong?  I saw your face when she talked about slapping, but
other than that, what can't you handle?"

     "Aaden, you're a bottom.  So am I.  I've only topped once in my
entire life, and that was a matter of inexperience on both sides.  A
little light bondage, a little spanking, that sort of thing.  As a
bottom, I've taken whippings that seem to go on forever, and I've
certainly been a spectator at more than one dungeon.

     "But, Ally down there is a bottom that in some respects is better
at it than I am.  I mean, she never wears long pants, yet she didn't
even give me a second look when I told her I was putting her in for a
quick game of slave baseball, and didn't argue when I ordered her to put
on jeans.  And I know she hates them."

     "So?" Aaden asked.

     "So, where do I take a woman like that?"

     "I think it's more important you ask yourself why you're in this
predicament.  Why did you start this?"

     "Because I wanted to take her mind off Cedza, if only for a little
while."

     "And you've done a good job.  There she is, out in left field,
waiting for the ball, doing everything in her power to help the team
win, because it's what you want.  She's doing it because you told her
to, and it is her strongest wish to fulfill your desires."  I looked out
across the sunlit field to where she knelt, hands on knees, looking
magnificent.

     A quick look around the diamond told me a lot.  Slaves, especially
ones that have no permanent masters, need constant attention.  Physical
sports, especially competitive efforts such as these, provide plenty of
constant activity, distraction, and excuses later for punishments.  And
some of the people out there were in Rhysh strictly for the exercise.
It sounds strange, but quite a number of people come to Rhysh because
they haven't got the will power to exercise on their own.  So they come
to Rhysh and enter the Physical program.