Clara's Unexpected Move

Clara knew that Alex wanted her to put on a vibrator for the next part. She'd been told so, after all. She expected that, once she got into the building, he'd hand it to her and then off she would go the restroom to put it in, and maybe to touch herself a little bit and relieve some of the tension from the agonizingly torturous walk. So she was surprised when Alex steered her right towards the till, looking at the various movies on display around it. He fished in his pocket for money, a gesture she really didn't pay much attention. She didn't have any to offer, and knew he was wealthy enough besides. For all that he complained when she called him rich, his family were not far from it. Technically, they were just very well off, but for practical purposes, they were rich. Alex had never had to worry about money, and never been short of it. Usually, that sort of thing could lead to a spoiled attitude, but Alex had always avoided that. Clara didn't quite know why or how, but both Alex ands his older brother were rather humble about money. They did not flaunt it, nor did they feel the need to show off that they had it.

She'd put it down to some innate core of niceness, the sort of thing that had drawn her to him in the first place. Beyond the fantasies, the kinky dreams, the desire and the lust, Clara genuinely had liked him for a long time. He was nice, down to earth, humble, he looked out for others, he_ cared _even when he didn't have to. He never acted like he was better than you for being wealthier, and he was always ready to help a friend. He wasn't perfect, of course. No one was. he was humble, but that could go too far, and he tended to shrink into the background a lot. he cared for others, but sometimes too much, and could become cloying if he was really worried. He could become really focused sometimes, pushing other things aside until he had accomplished his goal.

Of his family, Alex was the most laid back. His brother on the other hand was not laid back in the slightest. Just like Alex could be focused and driven, his brother was like that all the time. He lacked empathy, and was cold, almost stand-offish, with an undercurrent of arrogance that made you dislike him from the start. Money didn't mean much to him, but intelligence did, and he regarded anyone who didn't have it as somehow below him. Clara honestly didn't know how Lilly had taken to him, except for the fact that she had been looking for someone who could keep up with her in mind as well as body, and Alex's brother could certainly do that. The rivalry the two shared had been legendary.

Anyway, when she pictured Alex at his worst, it was his brother she saw. Usually, they were so different, but when he was really focused, really driven, that empathy seemed to drop away and he became cold and distant. Lilly had worked so hard to bring him out of that habit. Clara smiled. Lilly was a woman who had shaped them both in a way. To Clara, she'd been a role model, and the brunette had always suspected that she had seen echoes of his brother in Alex as she did, and set out to teach him to be a bit better. Like Alex, Lilly was driven too, but Lilly at least knew how to have fun and be casual, unlike Alex's older brother, who was working all the time.

In the end, she'd taught Alex a little bit. Enough that he was relaxed and easy going, enough that Clara had fallen for him, enough that Alex and his brother had a rocky relationship at best. One thought the other cold and aloof, the other thought the first was wasting his talent.

She shook her head, banishing those thoughts for a later time. Her body was tingling, her core temperature was high. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy pulsed with a slow ache, making her shift uncomfortably, having to stop herself from rubbing it or touching it without thinking.

Alex bought them tickets to a movie, and stopped by the food and drink stand, purchasing a large water and filling it with ice as Clara watched, amazed in spite of herself. Here she was, right in front of him with no underwear and aching - literally aching - for his touch, and he was getting drinks? It made her want to roll her eyes.

After he had gotten the drink, he waved her forwards, and the two moved towards one of the halls leading to the movie screen.

"Are you sure you choose the right drink, Alex?" She asked slightly more sarcastically than she had meant. "Don't want to go back and get another?"

"No." He said. "This one will do just fine."

"I feel sometimes that I don't understand you at all..."

Alex smirked at her, and she felt the heat rising in her face. She smirked back, giving him a defiant little flick of her tongue.

"What movie did you choose to see anyway, Alex?" She asked after a moment. "I hope it's something good. You know, I'd hate to be sexually tormented to a bad movie. It'd be humiliating."

"It's some sci-fi movie." Alex admitted. "I saw reviews for it and thought it may be good. Don't know yet, though. It's an original, so not part of a franchise. You like Sci-Fi, right?"

"Yeah." Clara nodded. "Star Wars and Star Trek, as well as Babylon Five and all of that. I've watched them."

"That's good." Alex laughed. "I wouldn't want to force you to watch a bad movie, after all. I may be your master, but I am not inhuman."

She grinned at that, and so, in high spirits, the couple found their way to the screen. Entering the darkened room, Clara could see the screen flashing images, a voice narrating a sales pitch for something or over. Trailers, then. That was good. According to Alex, they had about five minutes before the movie itself started.

"I chose this one for another reason too." Alex admitted as he guided her through the rows of seats, moving directly to the tallest row, pressed right into the back wall of the cinema. The whole room was shrouded in darkness, the only light being the projector and the screen against which it was focused. "Since the movie isn't part of some big series, we're probably not going to get too many people. Buuut, since it's sort of got good reviews, we're not going to get too few either. It's perfect for us to...uh, enjoy in our own way."

He flushed a little as he said this, his façade of confidence cracking a little bit. She smiled at that, finding his hesitation oddly endearing.

The two of them took seats right next to one another, near the centre of the row, with their backs to the wall. The entrance to the room was near the side of the aisle, so anyone coming or going would need to move passed them to do so. The path to the entrance was lit up softly, but beyond that, darkness reigned. All the better for Clara, who was already anticipating what would come next.

"All right..." Alex said, his voice low and husky. Clara could hear the lust in it now, and that made her own heart skip a beat. She licked her lips, waiting anxiously to see what would come next. His lower self still pleading to be touched, stroked, fondled and toyed with. "Here is what we're going to do. Do you see the chair in front of you?"

Clara nodded slowly. The chairs were set in rows, each one place exactly behind the last. They had foldable arms, and could sink backwards slightly, so that you could relax as you watched the movie. "I see it."

"Good. Fold down the arms and then rest your feet on them."

Clara bit her lip, but nodded again. Words rushed to her mouth about how this would force her legs to a level where someone might see under her skirt, and also spread them so she could not hide herself. A warm rush of adrenaline pulsed through her at the thought, and she reached forward, folding down the arm rests, and then forcing her own chair back into a reclining position, her legs resting on the arms of the chair in front of her. Her heat beat fast as she looked around, feeling very exposed. Her pussy tingled as the fresh air got to it, and she realised if anyone looked directly back at her, they'd have a perfect view of her mound.

"Alex..." She whispered. "This is really open.."

"I know." He said, throwing her a look of concern. "But it should be safe enough. Even if you get seen, no one know who you are."

She nodded slowly, forcing herself to breath.

"I suppose..."

His next words made her body tingle with desire.

"Besides, you're a slave who did something wrong. You're supposed to feel open and humiliated. I brought you here because you lost the game, and one of the conditions of that was that you would be punished. In fact, if someone does see you, maybe you don't even get to cover up. Maybe you have to keep going as you are until the end of the movie, and then you have to walk out, knowing that everyone has seen your most private place, trying not to look them in the eye. Wondering what they think of you."

Clara shuddered, not sure if it was fear or desire that coursed through her veins at those words.

"You're pretty good at punishments, Alex." She admitted.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't taunted me and teased me so much..." He smirked in the darkness.

Clara took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She felt like it had moved to her throat. Her body was aroused, but at the same time, she had never felt more vulnerable. Alex's words had struck her deeply, and one hand slowly raised to stroke the leather collar coiled around her throat. Her chest thudded as an idea occurred to her. It seemed utter madness, the very concept of it made her want to flinch back. But Clara was always a mischief maker, even now, and she could not resist.

"You're right you know, master..." She said softly. "I am being punished, right? I am supposed to feel humiliated, without any sort of cover, no dignity at all. You know, I always sort of dreamed of something like this, being exposed to a crowd, being made to stay still as people looked at me..."

She paused, her hands trembled a little.

"What are you thinking, Clara?" Alex asked, a little concern in his voice now that the situation was not playing out quite as he had planned.

"I think..." Clara gulped, feeling the urge to swallow down the words and fighting to get them out. "I think that if we're going to be doing this, we should do it properly. I... I agreed to be your slave, so I forfeited any right to cover myself up. If you really want to punish me like this, then I need to accept it."

As she spoke, she reached down. Her fingers trembled, her face was red with shame. Her heart pounded, and she could feel Alex's stunned look. A part of her delighted in the power she had taken from the situation, turning it from his to her own. She was the one with the collar, the one forced to expose herself, and yet in that moment, she had taken complete control. Clara delighted in it, even as her intent terrified her. She'd always dreamed of something like this, but this was slightly wrong. There was one thing she had to correct.

Clara's hands closed around the fabric of her skirt. The slim, red dress was somewhat revealing, but not particularly so. It ended in a skirt that fell down to her knees, but now she slowly pulled that up. Inch by inch, moving slowly, she rolled up the skirt, forcing it to climb higher and higher up her body. It revealing her long, bare legs, her skin so smooth and soft. Clara felt her chest hammering as it continued to climb, the edge of the skirt trailing slowly, so very slowly up her thighs, until she had pulled it back as far as it could go, and her lower body was totally exposed. Her slender legs, curled tightly against the arm rests of the chair in front, spread to expose the long curve of her thighs, and the gentle transition that led to the meeting of her legs, framing the delicate looking image of her sex. Her pussy was hot now, aroused beyond any reasonable measure, her labia had parted so she did not even have that cover. Clara pressed her eyes tightly closed, both terrified and aroused in equal measure.

For a long moment, Alex stared, speechless, amazed by what she had done. This was clearly not part of his plans, and even as part of her shrunk from what she had just done, a smaller part of her rejoiced in the power and freedom of the act. Alex had set out to punish her, but by playing into it, she made it her game instead of his. A weak smirk crossed her face.

Clara sat there for a minute, not saying anything. Her whole lower body exposed totally to anyone who so much as looked back. She trembled a little, excited and aroused, as well as terrified. She'd never done this before. Never gone so far. It was horrifying to feel so totally open, but she also loved it. Her fetish was being fed in a way that it never had before, and Alex was beside her all the time, watching her, egging her on even if he didn't know it.

"T-this..." She managed slowly. "This is the position of a s-slave who is being punished...wouldn't you say so, M-master?"

Alex said nothing at first, but she could see the approving bulge in his pants. His eyes were wide, a hint of colour to his face. He quickly regained control, shaking his head.

"I suppose it is, Clara." He said. "Well, if you want to do it like this, I won't object. It'll make the whole thing a lot more risky."