Choices

Alex opened the door to the house moments later. The click of his keys in the lock announced his arrival, and as the portal yawned open, and he stepped into the hall, Alex was greeted by a sudden blast of heat. He realised that the heating was turned on; something he was not used to, since he lived alone, and tended not to bother with it. Coming back to the house usually meant about ten minutes of waiting for it to warm up properly before he could feel truly at home. Now, however, he was greeted by a blast of warmth which played over his face and skin.

As he turned and closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him, Alex heard the rustle of movement in the corridor. He paused, his heart beating fast. He felt his nerves twang with anticipation.

You're being silly. He told himself. You've seen her naked. You've known her your whole life. Don't start getting nervous around her now.

He turned around then, letting the bag of assorted toys fall to the floor as his eyes caught sight of his girlfriend (?) and ****. Clara was standing at the far end of the hall, looking at him with glittering eyes. Her pose was casual and relaxed, but there was a hint of colour to her face that told him she too had spent much of the day thinking about what they had done the night before. She was wearing that same red party dress she'd come in - he realised now that she probably didn't actually have any other clothes here. She'd have to get some then... or would he get some for her? Would that be too controlling, or would she enjoy it?

Ah, this was hard.

"Clara." He said, nodding to her gently. "It's good to see you. Did you get my note?"

"Yeah." She nodded."You went out, right?"

"I did." Alex said. "I went to see Lilly."

"Lilly? D-did you tell her?"

"Um..." Alex hesitated for a moment. "Technically no...? She guessed instantly though."

"Oh god." Clara hid her face in her hands for a moment. "My best female friend knows I am acting as a **** for my best male one..."

"Well, if it helps, she encouraged it." Alex managed weakly.

"She would..." Clara sighed, her hands falling to her sides again. "I guess I didn't think she would remain ignorant for too long. Lilly is sharp, and far too interested in the sex lives of her friends..."

"Y-yeah..." Alex muttered weakly. "I admit she was pretty forthright about her own too. I never knew someone could be quite so...transparent."

"It's confidence." Clara said. "Utter confidence. I always kind of envied her for it.. no matter what she was doing, or who she was doing, Lilly never tried to hide it, or tried to play to the rules of anyone else. She was always so confident in herself. ''I do what I want and I don't care what you think''."

"That about sums it up." Alex nodded. "Still, I did not need to know about her and my brother..."

Clara giggled.

"She does like that story."

"Oh god, she tells it to others?"

"Only people she likes." Clara laughed out loud now, seeing the despairing look on Alex's face.

Alex shook his head, trying to clear the mental images that Clara had conjured. Leaving the bag by the door, he walked up towards Clara. She watched his approach, the red dress showing off her figure very nicely.

"I see that you didn't change." He said to her. "Nothing to change into?"

"Y-yeah." Clara blushed. "Um, I thought about taking more clothes, but then I thought that I was supposed to be a ****, right? S-so I wouldn't have anything but what I was wearing before."

"I doubt a **** would have a party dress either." Alex said. His heart hammered in his chest as he said it, but he **** himself to go on, working up his courage word by word. "Maybe we should find you something more appropriate?"

"Oh." Clara looked down at herself for a moment, her eyes playing over the red dress before she looked back up at him. By now, Alex was close to her, standing across from her, so that he almost imagined he could feel the heat of her body. "Do you have anything in mind?"

"Well, that depends." Alex said, turning away for a moment, his heart hammering a million miles an hour. His throat felt dry, but he didn't allow it to show, practising self control so good that he would have impressed himself if he had any time to reflect on it. "What sort of **** do you want to be?"

"What sort of ****?"

"That's right." Alex said. "I was thinking about...well, quite a lot, actually. But one of the things was that there are different sort of slaves, and you never really told me which one you wanted to be. I mean, you could be a house ****, who is only allowed to dress in rags, having to greet me at the door every time I come home. **** to wear the most revealing clothes whenever anyone visits."

Clara said nothing, but she took a deep breath as he spoke, and he could see her face colouring slightly as the image he created slowly formed in her mind.

"Or you could be a sex ****..." Alex said slowly. "Not even allowed to wear anything at all. Can you imagine that, Clara? You would have to spend the whole time naked as the day you were born. Not allowed to cover yourself, not allowed to refuse an order. **** to do anything I told you, and being punished for the smallest things. Would you enjoy that, I wonder?"

Alex felt lightheaded. The words coming out of his mouth sounded so sure and confident, but each one he spoke felt the exact opposite. He hoped he was doing the right thing, hoped she could not see through his facade. But it seemed he was in luck, because Clara was clearly entranced. He saw that she was slowly chewing her lower lip, not even realising it.

"Then, of course, you could also be a romantic ****." Alex went on. "You could wear nice things, go out with me on dates. But you would do so knowing that at any moment, I could ask you to do anything, no matter where we are. Can you imagine that one? Wearing a fancy dress, with your hair all made up, while under that dress, you're not even allowed to wear underwear. Maybe even with something special strapped to you. A vibrator, maybe. Have you ever used one of those?"

Slowly, Clara shook her head. Her eyes were wide now, the words he had spoken seeming to have reached a deep part of her.

"N-no." She said. "I never have...is...is there one in the bag?"

"Among other things." He admitted, still doing his best to act in the role of ''confident master''. The image of Clara with a vibrator refused to leave his mind until he gathered his willpower and **** it. "So the question for you, Clara... which one will it be?"

"I...." Clara hesitated. Her body language portrayed nervous arousal. Her eyes were still wide, as though she had been surprised by how far he had gone, but Alex had spent much time thinking that day, and knew that if he was going to do this, to play to her game, he had to do so properly. Lilly had said it best. He had to make it about them, not just her. This seemed a good way to do that, playing to her desires by making her choose the form of her enslavement. It let her take an active part in things while also allowing her to feel dominated and controlled.

"I don't know..." Clara said, after a moment. She turned away, her face red. "I don't know, m-master. I just thought I would be a ****. I never put much thought into what sort... Why don't you choose for me? That's what you're supposed to do, right?"

"It is." Alex said. "And I am choosing to let you choose. To make you choose. Clara, if you're going to be a ****, it's only fair you decide which sort. That way, I can tailor the week to you. I thought about this all day... I need to know what you want from this week. And honestly, it's much more fun and sexy if you do it yourself. That way, no matter what happens, you know you choose it."

Clara said nothing. She pursed her lips for a moment, looking back towards him. Her blue eyes so warm, Alex felt a little bit weak at the knees. He could almost see the images dancing through her mind, imagine the choices she was making, the fantasies and half formed notions she was considering.