She gets angry

Anger flashes in Alice's eyes. She's a good girlfriend - she's loving, faithful, kind and fun to be around. Not every woman wants to act like a whore, and Nick has no right to demand all this. She can feel the anger building up inside her, until anger is not the right word. Fury. Rage. Outrage.

Suddenly, something changes. The room is bathed in a red glow, as if from nowhere. Nick appears frozen between moments in time. Almost before Alice has time to be confused, the glow vanishes and Nick moves once again.

He begins to remove his clothes. "Can't he even wait until I get dressed?" thinks Alice. "Can't you wait until I get dressed?" she asks.

Nick looks confused. "But, Alice, you told me to put on all this and do everything you say for the evening. I was just doing what I'm told. I don't want you to leave me."

Alice sits, stunned. By the time she recovers her wits, Nick is standing before her in shiny black high heels, a tiny leather mini-skirt and a little halter top. She realises he is wearing her sexy underwear underneath. As he starts to paint his nails with the shiny red nail varnish he picked out for her, Alice begins to think about the possibilities for the evening. Why shouldn't she take some ****? Nick hit her. He deserves whatever he gets. And she deserves what she never gets - some attention in the bedroom to what she needs and what is nice for her.

By the time Nick has finished applying all of his make-up and is waiting for instructions, Alice has made her plans. "Nick," she says, "go and fetch that digital camcorder you bought yourself at Christmas." With my money, she thinks to herself.

"Yes, Alice" says Nick. He walks slowly, carefully and very shakily towards the bedroom door in his heels. Alice only half watches his swaying rear, bulging through the too-tight leather of the miniskirt - the other half of her mind is on what Nick will be doing later, and she feels herself getting wet.

While Nick is fetching the camcorder for her - very slowly - Alice checks herself out in the mirror. She sees a girl who is too short, too fat and with a boring, plain face. Anyone else looking would see a girl of 5'2", nicely proportioned with pretty dark hair and a stunning smile. But Alice was never very confident in herself, and her lack of supermodel skinniness and supermodel sulky looks had always been proof in her own mind that she was a waste of space.

She was smiling now, and there was a wicked look in her eyes which hadn't been there before. She was going to get even!

Nick re-entered. He was staggering less now, as he got used to his new shoes, but he looked to be in pain. Alice was glad to see the shoes he wanted were as uncomfortable for him as they had been for her. She took the camcorder from him and turned it on.

"Ok, Nick, we're going to make a bit of a home movie now," Alice instructed. "You sit here on the bed and do what I tell you."

"Yes, Alice," replied Nick meekly, and sat down.

Alice started up the camcorder, and panned up and down Nick's unusual dress. She wanted all of this on record, as she didn't know where these mysterious changes would lead and may need all the power in her corner she could get.

"Ok, Nick, remember why you're dressed that way - you're going to be my very own whore, my personal slut. So, I want you to start acting like one. You've seen porn movies, act like that."

"Yes, Alice," said Nick. He stroked himself through the little top, closing his eyes and licking his lips to show his enjoyment. Alice had thought Nick had probably seen porn movies, given the things he wanted her to do, but she hadn't thought he'd be so good at being a girl in one of them. She smiled.

Nick slid his hand down his mini-skirt and stroked himself there. He licked his shiny red lip-gloss lips again and made little moaning noises. Alice was getting very wet now - not because she found the sight of a man in woman's clothes playing with himself very attractive, but because of the power she suddenly had to make Nick do anything, even these things he would be horrified to discover he'd done. But that should be enough on film for her needs.

Alice sat down on the bed. "Nick," she said. Nick stopped and waited for her to complete her instruction. "Come here, kneel on the floor, undress me and lick me out." Alice had once had a boyfriend who would do that for her, but that had gone wrong and since then she'd seemed to end up with a string of men who had no interest in her pleasure.

Nick obediently climbed to his knees between Alice's feet, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. She spread her legs for him, and he bent over and began to lick at her clitoris.

She gasped! She had forgotten what this really felt like. While Nick licked and licked and licked, she wrapped her legs and arms around his head and pulled him harder onto her. She hadn't intended to, but she found herself moaning out loud anyway.

Nick's licking began to weaken, and he seemed to struggle a little. She realised he couldn't breathe, and let him up for air. The realisation that she could even suffocate him and he'd follow her orders scared her, though - she'd been playing this as a game, but she'd have to be careful. It wouldn't be a nice end to her getting even if she ended up in prison.

She realised she had been thinking for a minute. Nick was just kneeling between her legs waiting for her to say more. "I must get his ears pierced," she thought, "then he can wear those horrid heavy earrings he likes so much himself." But first things first. "Carry on!" she instructed.

"Yes, Alice," said Nick, and bent to her again. This time she was already nearly there and came almost right away. Nick just kept licking as her juices ran all over his face - she had to push him away as it became uncomfortable. She made a mental note, though - when she was used to this again and could keep going all day, Nick would be ready for her.

But that was enough for now. She just needed to complete her plans and then she could go to bed and see what the morning brought. "Nick, I want you to show me how to save the video I made on the computer, and how to encrypt it and write it to a CD."

"Yes, Alice," said Nick, and started trying to stand up.

"Oh, you can take your shoes off, honey," said Alice. Gratefully, Nick kicked off the uncomfortable shoes, and Alice saw his feet, which would probably hurt him for a little while. "Good!" she thought to herself in uncharacteristic viciousness.

With his regular feet back underneath him, Nick quickly went to the study and showed Alice how to offload her home movie. Alice was perfectly competent with the computer - probably better than Nick - but she'd never been allowed to use the camcorder so she needed his help now.

She took her CD and hid it. That might be useful later. Then she had Nick undress, wash off his makeup and come to bed.

Nick lay down in bed, drifting into sleep. His last thoughts were that at last he had put Alice in her place, that she had done as he'd asked and that the changes he'd made tonight would bring him many nights of pleasure in the future. But why did his feet hurt?