Clara's Answer

Clara said nothing at first. Alex's words sinking into her like a hot knife into butter. She stood, watching him, trying to gauge him. He couldn't be serious, could he? He couldn't mean what he said? But she could see that he was, from the set of his face, and the posture of his body. She felt her heart start to beat faster and faster, her legs started to feel weak as arousal flooded her body. She shifted slightly, feeling the pull of the dress against her body in a way she had not a moment before.

Choose?

Choose?

He expected her to choose? Clara didn't know what to make of it. That is to say, she had never put much thought into it at all. She'd always just expected to be a ****. Never before had she considered what sort. She had imagined that it would be for Alex to decide. that she would be willing to do everything and anything he asked her to do, so specific types wouldn't matter. The answer would be that she was whatever he wanted her to be, but now, he was telling her to choose. Slowly, she felt the heat rising through her body, as she realised that, in asking her to choose, he really was making her play an active role in this week. This way, no matter what happened, she would know that she put herself in that road. It felt strange to know that, she wasn't too sure how to describe it. She bit her lower lip gently, feeling the slight indent of her teeth on the inside of her mouth as she thought.

What sort of **** did she want to be? Exactly how did you answer that question? Alex had listed the three choices, and each one had sent a spike of lust through her, the words of her boyfriend making her weak the knees as he described what he could make her do with each option. She imagined being a house ****, only allowed to wear rags, stripped of her clothes; her body in display for anyone who might come into the home. Alex would call her out, and have her serve him right in front of them, she imagined. She wondered if she would be allowed to wear only a bra and panties... or maybe he'd even **** her to choose one or the other? Clara's breathing hitched slightly at the thought, her stomach churning as her mind drew up the image.

Clara pictured herself wearing only panties, her upper body totally bared to the world as Alex ordered her to stand beside his chair. She had never really considered something like this in her fantasies before. It had always been direct and to the point, but now she considered something new. She wondered what it would be like to live like that for a week. She wondered what it would feel like? She had to admit, she was excited.

But what about the other options? Clara stumbled for a moment mentally as she moved on to the sex **** role. It was the closest to what she had originally intended, and it drew forth all her darkest fantasies. She saw herself stripped down, naked as the day she was born, her body glistening with sweat as Alex made her cum for him again and again and again. She imagined sitting on the armchair, like she had before, with her legs spread wide, her arms trembling as she played with herself for him. Or maybe in the same position with her arms tied behind her back? Her legs **** wide by a rope or bar, and Alex himself at her mound, gently teasing her with a toy? That vibrator he had mentioned, maybe. She imagined what it would feel like pressing into her womanhood, slowly penetrating her lower lips...

Maybe he'd take her clothes and burn them in front of her. Make her wear a collar, and tell her that it was the only thing she was allowed to wear while she lived in this house? Maybe he'd have a list, and every day, he'd note whatever she did wrong on it, finding the smallest things, and then, at the end of the day, **** her to climax once for each one? So by the end of it, she was begging for him to stop, but he wouldn't? Each climax making her more sensitive for the next. Each step making her more and more at his mercy. The chains digging into the skin of her arms, holding them tightly away, her legs held open, so all she could do was sit and endure as the mounting, building **** of her climax started to sweep through her mind and-

At this point, Clara realised she was probably getting a bit carried away. She shook her head slowly, trying to clear it of the images she had conjured, but they lingered with stubborn determination. She took a deep breath and mastered herself. Forcing her body to work, looking to Alex as he stood, watching her, a cute smirk playing over his face that made her blush. It was as though he could read her thoughts!

"I tell you what." Alex said."I'll give you some time to think on it. I need to make dinner anyway. You still like southern fried chicken?"

"Y-yes." Clara managed, surprised by the sudden change in topic. "That's fine."

"Good." Alex smiled as he walked passed her, into the house proper.

Clara turned, watching him go. Frustration boiled up in her as he went. That...that wasn't fair! You couldn't just ask a question like that, make someone else think about it and then wander off! You couldn't just make a girl fantasise about what she wanted and then act like it was nothing! She clenched her fists and frowned at him, but gave it up with a sigh a moment later anyway.

"Damnit, Alex..." She muttered to herself. "Why are you so infuriatingly nice?" It was normally an aspect of him that she enjoyed, but right now, she had to admit to a small amount of annoyance. It might have been fun to be pressed for an answer...

"S-so, Alex..." Clara said, hearing her voice change pitch just a little as she looked across the table. She was nervous, to say the least, but determined to go through with it. Between them, the table lay, the plates that they had just eaten off sitting to the side for a moment. A fire had been lit in the room, and the warmth was intoxicating. Clara felt her muscles relax, the gentle heat helping to ease her body even as her mind worked furiously at its task. Though, she had enjoyed the food -Alex was a good cook - she couldn't really say she had paid much attention to it. His earlier question had preyed on her mind, forcing her to devote more and more of her mental energy to considering it. Just what sort of **** did she want to be? She'd gone over each one so many times she'd lost count. Considered so many possibilities, so many fantasies had been summoned up and then denied. Again and again, she had rotated from one to the next... house ****, sex ****, romantic ****... each one had its perks. Had aspects to it that made her curl her toes, and feel the heat rising between her legs. Each one had something that made her want it, and it seemed such torment that she had to choose.

"Yes, Clara?" Alex asked, looking at her from across the table, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. He had a handsome face, she noted not for the first time. Neither too sharp or too soft, with a strong chin and gentle eyes. Eyes which were right now filled with a look of mischief. "Did you think about what I asked you before? About the sort of **** you want to be?"

"Yes." Clara admitted, letting her gaze fall to the table for a moment. "I did think about that...Q-quite a bit, actually.." She managed a weak grin as she looked back up at him again. Somehow, admitting that was a little bit embarrassing in and of itself. How did you tell a boy you had spent several hours wondering what the best way was to be his ****? How did you admit to him - or to yourself - just how much you had enjoyed it?

"It's not exactly the sort of question you get asked a lot, you know." She muttered as she felt him staring at her. "I had to think about it..."

"Did you enjoy thinking about it?"

"Um..." Clara hesitated, feeling the heat rush to her face. "Maybe a little bit...?"

"I see." Alex nodded, as though this were the most natural thing in the world. "Did you touch yourself when you were thinking about it?"

"What? N-no! Of course not!"

"All right, then." Alex said, looking vaguely disappointed. Then, a sly look came over him again as he looked to her. "Did you want to, though?"

Clara paused, mortified. She felt like her heart had migrated to her throat, and her gaze focused on the wood of the table - very solid, very nice finish. Very much not asking her personal questions right now that she had **** but to answer. Slowly, she **** herself to look up again, meeting Alex's eyes, seeing in them that he already knew the answer, but wanted her to say it. Clara shifted on her seat, feeling the heat blooming between her legs.

"M-maybe?" Clara said. "Just a little bit?"

She flushed red and quickly pressed on, speaking as fast she could before her words could catch up with her ears.

"AnywayAlexIwanttobearomanticslave."

Alex paused, his face a look of confusion as he puzzled through what she had just said. Clara sat on her chair, her body tense, her muscles taut. a strand of hair between her teeth. Slowly, Alex's face changed as he managed to work out what she had said, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

"A romantic ****?" He said. "Well, that's interesting. So you are interested in me, romantically, I mean?"

"Alex..." She frowned, exasperation breaking through the stasis which had held her. "A girl doesn't offer to strip naked for you if she doesn't want to have a relationship with you. Like I said before, I like you and I...and I sort of want to go further... So even though it's not quite what I originally wanted, it might be nice to...you know... go out as a couple and such..."

As she spoke, Clara got more and more flustered, some logical part of her brain noting that this was actually harder for her than stripping for him had been.

For a moment, Alex said nothing as he looked at her. Those green eyes taking in the sight of her. So deep she felt like she might fall in.

"I like you too, Clara." He admitted, after a moment. "I always have. I didn't want to ruin our friendship if it didn't work out, so I never said anything about it..." He shook his head for a moment. "No, that's not quite true. I guess I just was always afraid you didn't feel the same way. I am glad you choose that path. Though, I think we would both have enjoyed the others..."

He smiled a bit nervously at her. Clara smiled back, her heart pounding.

"So what do we do now...?"

"Well, you can keep the dress." Alex laughed, the sound bringing a smile to her own face. "If you had chosen one of the other paths, I'd have asked you to get rid of it. But you're still not allowed to wear underwear, okay? Not inside the house or outside of it."

Clara gulped, but nodded.

"O-okay."

"Tomorrow," Alex said, "The two of us will go out to a movie or something. I am sure we will have fun, one way or another. But that dress needs to be cleaned first. So it would probably be better if you take it off now."

"Take it off?" Clara looked up at him, her skin tingling. "You mean now?"

"Of course." Alex said, shooting her a small smile. "And since you're not allowed to wear underwear, I suppose your bra and panties will need to come off too."

"C-can I wear anything else?"

"Hmmm." Alex seemed to think for a moment. "You know, I am not sure. Why don't we make a game of it?"