“Not anymore,” Alice whispered and then giggled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She noticed with wonder that the restraints she had formerly worn were gone.
The Red King grinned and stood, towering over her for a moment before he stepped over the edge. She screamed at his sudden departure but when she looked over the side of the dias she could see nothing, no king or queen. The room was empty.
Alice rested on the platform, her body slick with sweat, now unrestrained, and stared up at the red and white big-top ceiling. Wade was here, somewhere, she was sure of it. This strange and wonderful night was his doing and there was probably more to come. She just hoped the rest of it included him.
She should have been cold but the room seemed to adjust to the perfect temperature and she drifted easily off to sleep thinking about her man. When she woke, the dias had descended, becoming part of the floor again, and she was resting on the original black and white parquet tiles. She lifted her head and looked around the room, which had been changed again in the time she’d been asleep. The bistro table was still there in a corner, but now there was another, a long thin one, kind of like a doctor’s table.
Alice sat up, curious, and looked around. The room was still empty except for her, but she was sure someone was watching. She stood and made her way over to the new piece of furniture, running her hand over the padded surface. It was rather like a massage table. She’d been on a few of them, the kind with the hole at the end. It had seemed strange to her, but putting her face there during the massage had made the experience so much more enjoyable because her body could rest completely flat.
Although this hole seemed to be in a strange place, much further down on the table than it should have been.
The other table still held the empty plate with the note, “eat me,” which she already had, and the glass full of wine marked, “drink me.” She hadn’t had a chance before the Red King and Queen had come in and she found herself very dehydrated after that interlude. She lifted the glass, contemplating it for a moment. Maddie’s voice threatened to surface and she smiled at the warning. Too late now.
“Bottom’s up.” She lifted the glass in a toast to some unseen observer and tilted it back. The stuff made her shudder, although a wine connoisseur might have enjoyed it.
Alice finished the entire glass, putting it back on the table with a sigh. It was one of those things Wade had attempted to educate her about, and while she now knew various wines and could talk about them, she still couldn’t fully appreciate them.
She smiled when the door opened behind her. Somehow she had known the moment the wine was gone, something would happen. She turned, fully expecting and ready to welcome Wade, only to find two large male guards pushing a man into the room between them. He had a red hood over his face and was wearing a ridiculous stretch-spandex suit, white with a red stripe down the side. The thing was crotchless and Alice swallowed when she saw the cock sticking straight out from a dark patch of pubic hair. He was outfitted with a cock ring that clearly kept him hard-and probably also kept him from coming.
“He’s all yours, Mistress Alice.” The guard on the left gave her a brief bow and the one on the right mimicked the gesture.
“Wait—” How many times had she said that during this strange night so far?
“What do you mean?”
“He’s your slave,” the guard on the right explained. “Do with him what you will.” They started to go and the guard on the left looked back and remarked, “He’s a mute.”
Alice stared at the door that disappeared into the wall as they departed, aghast.
The man stayed on his knees, waiting her instruction. This isn’t happening. Alice glanced around the room, sure someone was watching her. This was part of the test.
She was supposed to…what? Dominate this man? That was laughable. He wasn’t quite as big as the Red King, but close. More Wade’s size, which was at least double her own. Besides, she was submissive. She wasn’t always the best bottom, but she had no desire to be on top.
She cleared her throat, blinking at her predicament. What to do? She moved over to the table to look as if she was doing something. There were drawers on one end and she opened them, stunned by the paraphernalia inside-sex toys, rubber gloves, lube.
There were also strange objects she’d never seen before, and lots of packages of those lime-green condom-like things.
I can do this, she told herself, shutting the drawer and trying to imagine what Wade might say or do if he was in her place. By the time she turned around to face the masked man, she almost believed herself. Besides, the wine was making her warm, giving her a bit of liquid courage.
“Come here.” She tried to make her voice, normally soft and light and sweet, into some semblance of a commanding tone. It sounded forced, even to her, but the man began to move. First, he tried standing, but then thought better of it and made his way over on his knees. Alice realized her mistake-incomplete instructions-and corrected it.
“Stand up and walk toward my voice.”
The man stood, walking slowly in her direction, hesitating. She frowned and then smacked her forehead, realizing she needed to keep talking, “Keep coming. Closer.
That’s it. Almost there. Good. Stop.”
He was quite a fine specimen of masculine flesh, she had to admit, even through the spandex. She thought about asking him to remove it-and the hood-but didn’t know if she should. Maybe it would be better to keep this all anonymous, especially if she had to cause him any pain. Did she have to? She wondered, looking back at the table. She didn’t know if she could. Maybe there was a way around it…
She turned toward the table, contemplating it, and then it dawned on her.
“Up on the table, big boy.” She patted it and he felt his way to the edge, sliding up to sit there. His cock hadn’t waned at all. It was still delightfully hard, probably in anticipation of what she was going to do, even though he had to be a little apprehensive with a new mistress.
Mistress. Me! Alice suppressed a smile at the thought. But she had to take this seriously, and she did. When she gave herself over to Wade, it was simply because she trusted him. She’d submitted to this night’s strange events only because she trusted him. That was the first and most important thing.
“Safe word,” she breathed, nodding. But how, if he was mute? Then she remembered what Wade did when he gagged her and she couldn’t speak. “Your safe word will be three taps. Do you understand?”
The hood bobbed up and down.
“Show me,” she instructed. He slapped his hand on the table three times, hard.
The power behind it made her body flush with pleasure. He was a strong guy. “Good.” Okay, so they could get started. But now what?
“On your belly on the table.” She watched him turn, negotiating without being able to see. “There’s a hole in the middle of the table. Make sure your cock goes through it.” He felt around and found it, positioning himself as she instructed.
She walked around the table, looking at him, at the fine shape of his muscles under the suit. She noticed for the first time that the same gelatinous stuff that had been on the dias was under the table—it was open underneath, resting on four legs, with the drawers at one end. She had an idea.
She was tuned into his breath almost immediately. He was excited, but waiting.
She was familiar with that feeling. She raided the drawers for treasure, taking the toys with her and positioning herself under the table. His cock was full of blood, red and throbbing. The cock ring was silver and clutched both his cock and balls together.
“You have a very nice cock.” It was dark under the table, but she could see that much. He moaned in pleasure when she took him in her hand, squeezing and pulling and generally testing his tolerance. Fluid gathered at the tip as she manipulated him and she rubbed it into the head. She wanted to lick it off but restrained herself.