Alex's Proposition

It was later, by a few hours, and Alex had finally returned. They were sitting around the table in the kitchen, Lilly had put on a pair of pants, at least, and Clara was still wearing her new set of clothes. Going out and being seen like this had been weird, even if it was just Alex and Lilly. She remembered how her face had grown hot when she first stepped out the door, feeling Lilly's eyes on her, the older woman looking her up and down. The gentle feeling of the vibrator pressed against her womanhood was soft, but noticeable as she moved, the medical tape she'd used to secure it was pulling gently on her skin with each step. It was not, in and of itself, a particularly erogenous feeling. Rather, it simply meant that she could not shake it from her mind. Every few steps, it would pull gently on her, remind her that it was there, and by extension, the vibrator too was there. She felt the leather band wrapped around her thigh keenly, and the remote she'd tugged into it pressed against the skin of her leg.

The clamps on her nipples were a persistent sort of pain, tied to the collar she was wearing, the bronze chain secured them firmly, making it so that Clara winced every time she turned her head too quickly, or looked too far up. She'd never been too into this sort of thing, pain play, but the feeling of the clamps was rather mild, and it was more a tool to draw her own attention to her body, as well as to signal to others what she had done.

It had worked too. As soon as he'd stepped into the house, and seen her, Alex had paused. He seemed to looking for something to say, his eyes had gone wide, and a look of confusion had spread over his features. It made her want to laugh, which she did of course, gesturing to her body.

"What do you think, Alex? Do I look good?"

"Well, um..." He seemed to be trying to find something to say, then he surrendered, and simply nodded. "In a word? Yes. But this isn't your usual look at all, was this Lilly's idea?"

"Hardly." Clara frowned, a flash of annoyance coming into existence. "This was me. I just thought...well, I wanted to try out a new look is all. You've seen innocent Clara, but I figured that it might be fun to try something else."

"So I see..." Alex murmured, she could feel his gaze sweeping over his body, as though he still could not quite believe it. Clara felt a spark of satisfaction, he seemed to be following the curve of her legs, so the black tights had been a good choice. The tighter top might have showed off her body a bit more, but that felt too forward, which was ironic considering what else she had done, but there you went, it was how she felt. "I see you've got something clipped to your collar?"

"Those are..." Clara hesitated, a little embarrassed to admit it, but forged on. "Well, clamps. For my breasts."

"And the vibrator...?"

"It's um, it's in place too. I wanted to make sure I felt like I was still a slave. Actually, no, screw that. I wanted to feel sexy, but I also wanted to still feel like I was a little bit helpless, you know? Like a high class slave of some sort, who's allowed to wear good clothes, but still has to be reminded of her place."

Clara's face grew more and more red as she explained this, diving into her thought process in more detail than she'd realised she'd even had as she chose the clothing. "So the chains are there to remind me what I am. At least for the rest of the week, so everyone can see that I'm just a slave. I sort of thought that maybe if I was bad, my master might unhook it from the collar, and use them to move me around, so that I had to follow them, and everyone could see what was happening... And the vibrator also sort of worked into that fantasy a little bit. I thought maybe if you were really angry, you could turn it on, and then make me try to act like nothing is happening as I got more and more aroused. With, you know, people around. Or else you could take the remote, and use it as we walked..."

"You've put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?" Alex said, though Clara noticed he looked intrigued. Her heart beat a little faster, and she could see a bulge in his pants. Slowly, she nodded.

"I've always liked that sort of thing," Clara admitted. "As you probably know by now..."

"Well, it's an idea for the future." Alex said, but I want everyone to meet me around the table so we can talk about what we're doing tonight."

And so it was. The three of them gathered around the table, Alex and Clara, just as it had been for the last few days. But Lilly was there as well now, a third presence whom Clara could not ignore. She kept looking back. seeing the other woman out of the corner of her eye. Lilly sat with a casual air, as if this was the sort of thing she did every day.

"So, I've been thinking." Alex said, bringing their attention to him. "Of what we could do next, for today. At first, I wasn't too sure about where to go with it. But after a while, I had a pretty good idea. Of course, I had to spend most of today setting it up. Here, does this look familiar?"

He reached down under the table, where he'd set a bag that he had come in with. Alex took hold of something with one hand, drawing it up and putting it on the table. Clara blinked, recognising it at once. ]

"That's my laptop!"

"Exactly." Alex said. "Do you remember a few nights ago? We had that game, that contest. If you won, you got one request from me. If I won, I got to go through your laptop and use it as I saw fit."

"I remember..." Clara said, her pulse racing. She sat back in the chair, feeling the strength leaving her limbs. The laptop sat on the table, at the same time both totally normal, and yet strangely menacing. "So this is what we're going to do today... we're going to go through my browser history, and you're going to punish me for every time that I watched something naughty? That's what you said you'd do."

"Well..." Alex said, giving her a look that made her womanhood tingle. "I am going to be punishing you, all right. But I decided to do something else. I've already gone through the laptop, and checked your history. I have to say, Clara, you were pretty horny, huh?"

Oh god. Why was it so embarrassing for her that her boyfriend knew her browser history? Why did it make her want to curl up into a little ball and never come out again?

"I mean..." She stuttered. "Um...well, I didn't really have a boyfriend, so my fantasies got a bit wild..."

"I think your fantasies are wild _with _a boyfriend." Alex raised an eyebrow at her. "Considering this whole thing was your idea."

Damn. Caught by the inescapable logic of a cold and ruthless master.

"You didn't exactly complain about it, master." She pointed out. "In fact, you seemed pretty eager."

"Well, my childhood crush had just stripped naked in front of me, and told me she'd do anything I said for a whole week." Alex pointed out. "It was pretty damned shocking! But you know what? I didn't say that I didn't enjoy it."

There was a hint of red to his face as well as he went on.

"To be honest, being a master was never something I considered before. But it seems like it's the role I have now, and I intend to be a good one. So here is what we're doing, Clara. I went through your history, and found the videos you seemed to like most. Then, I sorted those down into only a few. You're going to choose one of them, and we're going to reenact it."

"Reenact it?" Clara sat back in her chair, her face was thoughtful. "You mean play it out?"

"Of course. You watched them a lot, so clearly these videos appealed to you in some way. I thought it might be fun to let you live them out a little. But there is a catch of course. You have to do your best to be as accurate as you can to the video, which naturally, I'm not going to let you see."

"Ohh, that's nasty." Clara said.

"Not really, you've watched them a ton." Alex laughed. "So you probably should have memorised them by now. Also, just to add a little bit of spice, we'll be recording."

"Recording?" Clara felt her mouth go dry. "You mean, you're going to record me doing all these things?"

"That's right." Alex said. "I thought long and hard about this, and decided it might be fun later to have some footage of your time as a slave, so we can replay it after the week is through. I think you might enjoy that, and I'm pretty sure I will as well."

"You mean so you can blackmail me into doing what you want afterwards?" Clara said, a tingling spreading through her body. Even as she said the words, she knew that they were just words, Alex would never do that with her.

"Like you really wouldn't enjoy that anyway?" Alex said, "Considering your actions this week, you'd probably be absolutely thrilled to be blackmailed for a little while."

"Well, yes..." She had to concede. But she was still concerned, even though her body was heating up, and she could feel her skin starting to prickle., Everything they had done so far had been amazing, and she'd enjoyed it, but a video felt like it was another step entirely. To have her time as a slave recorded, so that anyone could see it... What if it did get into the wrong hands? What if someone who wasn't Alex managed to find it? She could be blackmailed! Forced to strip naked right in the street! Made to masturbate for them, or even fuck them right then and there, with everyone watching!

Well, okay... maybe she wasn't doing the best job of convincing herself it was dangerous, but still!

"If you don't want to do it, we can drop the video thing." Alex said, letting his master persona slip for a little. "But I won't be uploading it without your permission, or doing anything like that. I promise."

Clara's head was spinning, she couldn't believe what she was being asked to do, what she was being asked to make. A sex tape? Even in her wildest fantasy, she'd never imagined it might actually come to this! But then again, the idea was tempting, arousing even.

The question was, did she trust Alex? Trust him that much? With something like this?

How far was she willing to go in her new relationship?

Her teeth dug into her lower lip, she chewed it nervously, her mind working. Alex said nothing, giving her the time and silence she needed to make up her mind. Then, slowly, she looked up.

"All right." She said. "If you promise me not to do anything with it that I don't okay.. if you promise me it won't find its way to the internet or anything like that, then I'm up for it. But promise me that, Alex. Otherwise, I'm not going to do it. It's too dangerous. This time we've had together, it's felt amazing... but if a video like that found its way out, and was connected to me..."

"I know." Alex said, smiling at her. "I know I'm asking a lot, Clara. And maybe that's one of the reasons why. I wanted to test things out, to see how far you were willing to go with me. If you are really, absolutely against it, we can drop the tape. But I think that you would enjoy it more if we didn't. You have always had a thing for being watched, right? Well, imagine if it felt like hundreds of people were watching you? Imagine if you felt like you were being forced to make a porn video? You would enjoy that, wouldn't you? You'd like that?"

"I...I suppose I would." Clara admitted, shivering at the thought. "I mean, it's not like i haven't had fantasies of that. I...I'm not totally against it, like I said. But I want your word that it doesn't go any further than the two of us without me permission. I need that."

"I know." Alex breathed. "And you have it, Clara. On my life, I won't give it to anyone, or upload it or let anyone see it if you don't want it to happen. I swear, Clara. I swear. I won't let this go badly."

"Then..." Clara hesitated for a moment, it was a big step, and one that she hadn't expected to face so early. But Alex was right, the idea was tempting and arousing, she wanted to explore it, but she wanted to do so safely. Did she trust Alex that much? Did his word really carry THAT much weight for her?

She considered, weighing the time she'd spent with him this week, and all that they had done. The games they'd played, and the pleasure they had given one another. Memories of his touch bubbled up in her mind, the way her body had bucked and reacted, but more than that, she remembered the gentle touch of his kin, his embrace, the taste of his lips, and the deepness of their connection. She remembered the times that they had shared before as well, not merely during this week, but growing up together back home, she remembered all that they had done, and the history that they shared.

Did she trust him? Did she have faith in the boy she had known then, and the man who was standing before her now? As she thought about it, the answer bubbled up from deep within, from her inner layers, beyond rational thought.

Yes, she realised. Yes she did. She trusted Alex with her life. She always had. That was why she had fantasised about him, even though her kinks were so dark, because he was safe, because he was trustworthy. She could lay her dignity in his hands, and know that he would give it back afterwards. She could make herself his slave, and know that at the end of the day, he would take advantage of it only as much as she wanted him to. Because she could surrender to him, and know that he would guard her and protect her while she was vulnerable, because deep down, as much as he acted - as much as they both played the roles - he would never treat her as just a slave.

"I'll do it, then." She said, with a cocky grin, "I didn't know you were so attracted to the idea, Alex. Maybe we've hit on one of your fetishes now, hmm?"

He flushed bright red, and she laughed. But even as she did so, Clara was starting to realise just how deeply she cared for this man, and just how much she wanted him by her side for the rest of her life.