Chapter 14

I had certainly enjoyed my dalliance with Daphne and Dr. Faizal, and was sure I could have taken twenty minutes to recharge my battery to reverse their positions as Daphne had suggested. However, I was more determined than ever to hook up with Alice that night, if she was available. Only now I had a lot more sugar plums dancing in my head than before.

Having worked myself up with the two older women, I knew my odors must be pouring out of me, so to speak. As I walked down the hallway toward my mom’s office I started making plans.

Now knowing Alice a lot better -- not to mention myself -- I decided our evening was not going to be as I had originally planned. Romance was wonderful, but tonight it would not be quite the sweet, tender kind. The first time we had sex I remembered abusing her breasts, even though they had been covered, and she had loved it, urging me to use her like my little slut and make her beg for more. I didn’t really think she was a submissive like Dr. Faizal or Jacqueline, but she definitely liked it rough. Well, to a certain extent. What I wanted to find out was, what was that extent?

I didn’t bother to knock on the door as I entered the outer office. Alice looked up from her work, a little surprised, but immediately a wide smile lit up her face.

“Hullo, Mark! Lovely to see you!”

“And you are very lovely, so it’s also quite lovely to see you, Alice.”

She gave a little ‘ha!’ in appreciation at my pitiful attempt at gallantry. Then she got up, walked over to me, and planted a big smooch on my cheek. My strong scent must have hit her because she rapidly switched to a full body press and tongue assault. I was ecstatic to return the embrace, putting both of my hands on her rear cheeks to pull her a little up and completely in.

When we finally came up for air she gulped it in heavily, which served to fill her lungs more fully with my pheromones and raging testosterone from my recent sex. Our bodies were still separated only by our clothing.

“All finished with Dr. F for the day?” she asked.

“Yep,” I confirmed. I gave her buns a firm squeeze.

She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “And come by to give me another quick shag?”

“No,” I said.

Her face fell in disappointment. That was good, so I waited another couple of seconds before explained myself.

“I came by to invite you over for dinner and a full night of hot sex while Mom’s away.”

Her face lit up with pleasure once again. “Smashin’! I’d love it.”

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then raised my right hand to stroke her cheek down to the top of her cleavage. “However,” I said as I continued to squeeze and stroke her, “there is a catch.”

She pulled her head back just a trifle. “Oh? And what might that be?”

“I’d like to try a little, uh, role playing. Like that.”

“Humm. What sort of ‘role playing’ did ya have in mind?”

“I thought I might play at being a master and you be my little sex slave.”

Now she looked alarmed. “You mean like with whips and chains. I’m not really into that kind of pain, Mark.”

“No, no!” I assured her. “Nothing violent, I promise you, Alice. More the ‘playing’ part, like with me acting all dominant and you being the submissive little sex slave who calls me ‘master’ and obeys my commands. No whips, no chains.”

“Humm.” She frowned and looked thoughtful as I continued to caress her gently. “Welllll,” she said reluctantly, “I really do miss our little romps. And I know you’re really a sweet, nice boy. I mean, young man. As long as you promise --”

“Absolutely!” I exulted. “I would never want to actually hurt you.” Well, any more than she wanted me to hurt her, I thought. “I just thought the role playing might be enjoyable.”

She smiled again, not quite as fully as before. “Well, it’d certainly be different. Kind of kinky, which means maybe very sexy.”

“Exactly! That’s all I’m after.”

“Uh huh. Well, I suppose that’s alright, then.”

“Fantastic!” I gave her a tight hug and a sloppy kiss again. “Be at my house at eight, okay?”

“Alright then. Eight o’clock.”

I beamed at her. “Thank you, my sweet little soon to be sexy slave girl for the night. See you then!”

Alice gave me an uncertain little smile in return as I practically ran out the door. I turned just before closing the door. “And make sure you dress the part!”

I had not planned any of this before kind of hatching a wild plan on my way into the office, and I had a lot to do before eight o’clock if I wanted this to make us both enjoy it.

I caught the Uber that Dr. Faizal had ordered for me and reached for my cell phone. The first thing I did was to order a very nice meal from a good local restaurant using the credit card Mom had left me for emergencies. I knew she wouldn’t mind the money. I would just have to convince her it was okay for me to have left her prepared meals for later and indulge myself in a decadent meal while she was away.

As soon as I got home I grabbed the check book from the account I opened when Hebe Cosmetics had started paying me. I had less than $600 in my account, but would happily spend it all if it helped this evening go well.

I put on one of my father’s Fedoras, which Mom could not bear to throw out, and a ridiculous gag ‘glasses and mustache’ from some costume party they had attended. Then I called another Uber and found an ‘adult store’ where I grabbed some wrist and ankle restraints, nipple clamps, a very soft flogger, and a collar and chain just for the hell of it. I knew Alice wasn’t the type to really become my slave, and I wasn’t sure I would even want that, but she had agreed we could pretend. The guy behind the counter barely looked up from the porn magazine he was ogling as he took my money, probably not caring in the least that I was too young to be in the store. I was grateful to save the embarrassment ... and the ruination of my plans.

I had the Uber driver stop by a super market and bought several dozen red roses and some candles. When I got home I decorated my bedroom with strewn roses and a dozen tall red candles. Then I showered and dressed carefully, both out of consideration for Alice and a desire to keep her excitement at a minimum until I was ready to consummate my ‘mastery’.

Alice arrived promptly at eight. My eyes widened in pleasure as she stood demurely in the doorway.

She was wearing a long, sleeveless white dress that buttoned down the front and glittery sandals. Her long auburn hair hung loosely down her back. Her pale skin was emphasized by the white dress. Her deep blue eyes were dancing with what I hoped was anticipation, but was probably just amusement.

“Is this how a loving sex slave should dress?” she asked with a wry grin

I frowned at her and made my voice stern. “Is that how a loving sex slave should address her master?”

Her eyes went wide and then she made a very meek face. “I’m so sorry, Master. May this worthless slave enter before she freezes her arse off?”

“Yes. Although from now on you will speak only when you are commanded to.”

I moved out of the way so she could slink her way in. I had told Alexa to play some romantic classical music to set a nice mood. I had considered first playing that John Mellencamp song “Hurts So Good”, but decided that would definitely be over the top.

While the music was playing I told Alice to kneel at my feet while I opened a bottle of wine. I had never done that before, but she tried to keep her face straight as I struggled with the corkscrew. I finally poured and handed her a glass of a nice red wine that had been in the wine cooler for a while, and hoped I could get Angelica to get me a replacement before Mom discovered it was gone. I also made a mental note to get everything washed and put back into their proper places before Mom got home. I was drinking grape juice (which I didn’t particularly like, but I had not yet tried alcohol and didn’t want to take a chance on getting drunk) from a wine glass to look more sophisticated, but I’m sure Alice noticed it wasn’t the same color.

Other than when she sipped delicately at her wine Alice kept her eyes fixed on me with amusement, probably wondering what all I had in mind. She looked so desirable kneeling in front of me that I could barely control my desire to jump her bones right there, but that would have ruined everything. I didn’t say a word through all this, and she played her part and followed suit. We had just finished our first glass when the food was delivered.

Everything was going perfectly so far.

I lit the candles on the table and turned out the lights. I told Alice to sit in the main dining chair, the one with armrests. Then I fastened her wrists to the arms and ankles to the chair legs with the Velcro restraints. Her eyes widened a bit, but her face remained calm, perhaps still amused. As commanded, she had not said a word.

I refilled her wine glass, but not mine. We both had small portions of filet mignon with asparagus and creamy polenta; delicious, but it would not bloat us for the evening ahead. When I ate expensive steak, I had it rare, and had ordered the same for Alice without consulting her. I cut tiny bites of everything and fed them to her slowly.

After a little while I unbuttoned the top button of her dress and ate some of my food. Again I fed her tiny bites, then put the glass to her mouth so she could wash it down. Another button went, and I went back to my side of the table. It took at least half an hour to finish our meal, and her dress was completely unbuttoned by then. I had not told her not to wear a bra beneath the dress, but she had indeed ‘dressed the part’. I parted the top of the dress so that I could feast my eyes on those lovely breasts while I finished my own food.

I poured the remainder of the wine into her glass, noting that her eyes were becoming glazed. I’m sure she never drank that much. I lightly stroked the tops of her breasts, gently pinched the nipples, and raked the undersides with my fingernails as I gave her sip after sip. I wanted her very relaxed, but me able to perform at my peak. Not liking the grape juice, I drank only water with my dinner. By the time the wine was finished Alice was visibly excited. Her breathing was shorter and heavier, her nipples protruded, and her eyes kept fluttering as she looked at the flickering candle I had placed in front of her.

Smiling smugly, I went into the bedroom and lit the remaining candles. Then I returned to my willing prisoner and released her from the restraints. I held out my hand; she took it and stood. Carrying the restraints in one hand and guiding her with the other, I led her into the bedroom.