The first room they came to looked like a classroom. Inside was a nun smacking the bottom of a schoolgirl with a ruler as the priest Alice had seen earlier stood by, watching. As Alice looked closer, she realized the nun was a man and the schoolgirl was a woman dressed as a young girl, with pigtails, a white blouse and pleated skirt, knee socks, and saddle shoes. The skirt was flipped up, exposing her white panties. As the nun scolded the girl and smacked her with the ruler, the girl begged for mercy. The nun stopped, reached over, and lowered the white panties as the girl begged her. She resumed smacking the girl with the ruler on her bare backside. Alice grinned, watching the action. Compared to what was going on downstairs, this was pretty tame stuff, but still stimulating.
The next room looked like a doctor's office. There was a naked woman lying on the exam table, and the doctor and nurse Alice had seen downstairs were working on her. Alice gasped; the woman's legs were in stirrups. The way the table was angled, anyone standing at the door could see everything. The nurse was taking her temperature rectally. She removed the thermometer and the doctor inserted a speculum into the woman's vagina. Alice turned away; the scene was a little too clinical for her.
Another room looked like the inside of a horse's stall. There was a young woman there in full pony regalia. She was on her knees, hands bound behind her, drinking from a trough. Her handler was stroking her haunches, and as he murmured to her, she whinnied and shook her head, splashing him with water. He lifted her tail and spanked her with a riding crop a few times, urging her to settle down. Something about the whole pony scene fascinated Alice. The pony looked so uncomfortable but so beautiful. Her waist was tiny and her exposed breasts were huge.
Across the hall was a padded room. Here there were two woman dressed all in leather. Between them was a hooded third person in a gimp suit and a tightly-fitted hood. Alice shook her head; she couldn't figure out the fascination with leather. She'd been driving the girls to swim class once when a motorcycle had passed. The drive had been a leather-clad woman, and something about her edgy appearance had struck a chord in Alice. Perhaps she understood more about the fascination with leather than she realized.
Victor reached an empty room at the end of the hall. Alice peered inside. There was a scroll hanging on the wall that read, "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" in Olde English script. She looked around. The room was clearly done up to look like the captain's quarters on a ship. There was a porthole window and a lot of antique furniture, including a large bed and treasure chest that had gold coins and jewels spilling out of it. Victor led her inside, and she stood there staring at him in awe. He fit right in. He led her to a mirror and stood behind her, letting her take it all in. She fit right in, as well.
She watched Victor as he walked over to the wall to a hook holding a black-hooded cape. "We are home!" he announced, donning the cape. Alice realized she'd seen him wear that cape once before. It was when he'd done the caning scene with Roxanne, the pain slut the night they'd filmed at the club. Alice's eyes grew wide and her knees weak as she realized that they must be about to do a scene, right here and now.
Something about it all—the setting and the Halloween atmosphere—made her feel playful and sexy. She felt disguised enough by her apparel and heavy makeup to step outside her naturally reserved persona. But then she realized that people were gathering at the doorway, peering inside. She gave a start as Victor began talking like a pirate.
"Come here, me beauty," he growled at her. "Smartly, lass!"
"Aye, aye captain," was all Alice could think to say. She walked slowly towards him as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Right over, ye naughty wench!" Victor ordered, patting his lap. Alice looked back at him. Was he serious? He wanted her to lie over his lap? Victor reached up and grabbed her upper right arm and led her around to his right side. He pulled her down over his lap so that her bottom was facing the doorway. Before she had time to react, he flipped up her pirate skirt. Her bare bottom, framed by the garter belt holding up fishnet stockings, was now exposed to the spectators. Alice flushed crimson from top to toe.
He began to spank her before she could formulate a thought. She braced herself, trying to receive her public spanking with as much dignity as possible. Then she realized that it would be much more entertaining to the onlookers if she acted like she was truly a cockney wench. She grinned at the ground, glad that no one could see her face, and began to wriggle about, crying out loudly, "Captain, oh captain, please sire, please forgive me, won't ye? I didna' mean to be so very naughty."
Victor continued to spank away while berating his naughty wench for not servicing him quickly enough. Alice continued to kick her feet and wiggle and screech. She heard their audience begin to chuckle. She snuck a peek over her shoulder up at Victor, who was struggling not to grin as well. Suddenly he released her and she scrambled off his lap and knelt between his thighs.
"Please me Lord, let me service ye. I can be a good girl, I can," she said, as sexily as possible, trying to think of something pirate-sounding to say. Then inspiration struck. "Let me search for yer buried treasure." The people in the doorway laughed at this. Victor's eyes were twinkling merrily at her, clearly pleased that she was willing to go further with the scene. She reached inside his pantaloons and rummaged around for his precious jewels.
"Aye, ye naughty vixen," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back. "Prove yer worth, ye wee harlot, afore I make ye walk the plank and become food for the fishies."
Alice reached for Victor's engorged penis. She looked up into his eyes and he nodded, giving his unspoken permission to expose him. She smiled up at him and licked her lips, feeling like a cat pursuing a bowl of milk.
"Aye Master, show us your buried treasure, then." She lifted his elegant rod out of his pantaloons and the spectators grew silent. Victor really was a beautiful man. Alice leaned forward and began to lick him from the base of his lengthy penis to the very tip, keeping her eyes submissively on his.
The irony of the situation struck her. This was first time they were doing this intimate act, and it was before a crowd of onlookers. She could see out of the corner of her eye that there were quite a few people gathering in the doorway by now, probably enjoying seeing Victor exposed to them. Realizing that she had people judging her skill, she bent to her task and began to really work. She was giving a man a blowjob in public! The enormity of it almost made her hesitate.
God knows, she'd done this enough in her life. If Ray had had his way, it's all they would have done. With him, it had been a chore, but with the exquisite Victor, it was a joy. She swirled her tongue around and flicked along the vein under the head. She peeked up at Victor to see how he was doing. His eyes were wide open and he was clutching the edge of the bed. He lifted his hand and placed it on the back of her head. As she watched, he closed his eyes and began to move into her mouth. She started to fondle his sack and then stroke him as she attempted to take him deeper down her throat. Victor began to moan, really getting in to it. After a few more minutes of licking and pumping and savoring the taste of him, she felt him imperceptibly stiffen and he whispered, "I'm close. Stop now."
She stopped obediently, following her master's orders. Victor quickly slipped a condom over himself with one hand, an amazing feat. He growled and turned her so she was facing away from him. He knelt behind her and flipped her skirt back up over her haunches and entered her from behind. Alice gasped; she was so wet that he slid right in. She was having sex in public! Her face flamed red and she tilted down, hiding her face in her arms, her bottom up against Victor's pelvis. This seemed to increase her master's ardor and he pounded in to her even harder.
"Take me Master! Take me hard!" she cried out. Finally he cried out and came. He held position up against her as the crowd, realizing that the show was over, began to disperse, looking to see what was going on in the other rooms.
Victor patted his little sub's haunches. He rose and shut the door and locked it, then walked to a receptacle u
nder the mirror and disposed of the condom. He came back and looked down at Alice, who still had her face buried in her arms. He knelt beside her and stroked her back. "Are you all right?" he asked, kindly. Alice rose up, and he was relieved to see that she was smiling.
"I'm fine, really. A little embarrassed, but all in all it was great fun," she said.
Victor rose and held out his hand, helping her up. He led her to the bed, sat down upon it, and pulled her down on his lap. She tucked her head under his chin and held his free hand.
"Should I have warned you that I was planning to do this?" he asked. Alice thought about it for a moment. If she'd known, she probably would have worked herself into a complete panic.
"No, Sir. It was perfect. I didn't have a chance to worry about it. It just happened. Of course, being in disguise in this costume helped immensely, you know."
"Yes, I know. That is why I chose this evening for your first scene."
Alice lay against him, thinking about it. She would soon be doing scenes in which she would be very exposed to a variety of strangers. She felt a cold clenching in her belly. Is that really what she wanted?
"What is it? What are you thinking?" he asked, feeling her tense, insisting that she talk to him.
"I—I don't know what I feel about this," Alice whispered. "On one hand, I love being with you. You are beautiful, and you excite me more than any other man. But on the other hand, the whole BDSM scene—that's something else entirely. Is it really necessary?"
"It is," Victor answered, without hesitation. Alice pulled back and sat up straight, looking into his eyes. "As the trust between us builds, so will your passion. The depth of your passion is tied to your submissiveness. Only by tapping into that can we reach your full potential. Imagine it Alice, imagine how it can be between us. You will eventually experience a love you can only imagine."
Alice sighed and lay back down against him. She closed her eyes; it was not hard to imagine how her passion would grow under her Master's tutelage. To fully open herself to this man, though—that was the hard part. She shuddered at the knowledge of how very vulnerable it would make her.
"Tell me your thoughts," Victor ordered.
"I'm afraid. Oh, not of the pain or the humiliation. I'm afraid to lay myself open to you emotionally. How can I trust?" she whispered, now burying her face in his neck. If she kept talking, she was afraid she'd start to cry.
"Pretty Alice, this will not be easy. Only you can decide if you are strong enough, brave enough, to face this challenge. Be forewarned that I will demand all of you; I will not settle for less."
"I know," she nodded. "I have a request, Master."
"Yes?" Victor said, encouraging her to speak.
"I would ask that we try new things in private first before we do them publicly."
"I will think about it, my dear," Victor said, patting her on the bottom. "Now I believe I have a promise to fulfill, one that I'm very much looking forward to." He tipped her backward onto the bed and lifted her skirt, staring at her hidden treasure. The aroma of her arousal tickled his nostrils. He bent down over her, his mouth connecting with her delicate tissue as he began to lick.
Alice gasped and then began to moan. What he was doing felt so very good. It was like Victor was truly following a treasure map and exploring all of her hidden, secret, sensitive spots. It didn't take much time before she was screaming out her pleasure, calling his name and spiraling into oblivion.
Alice stayed until the very end of the night, helping stack chairs on tables after the club closed. She had come prepared to stay the night this time if Victor asked, remembering how lonely he'd looked when she left his house the night they'd slept together. There was something so dear about the man that she could hardly bear it.
Sure enough, Victor took her by the hand, and she followed him through the building, helping to lock up. Katt was nowhere to be found. If she'd left, she must have gotten a ride with someone else. Victor led Alice to his living quarters and they spent the night together, recreating the scene they'd performed at the club. This time, though, Alice did not pull away when Victor whispered that he was about to come. She took him deeply down her throat and finished making love to the man she was coming to adore.
Chapter Eight
"I don't know how I let you talk me into this."
Katt was staring around the convention center, taking in the sights and sounds of one of the largest gathering of Star Trek fans in the country. She'd been skeptical when Alice had pitched the idea to her and didn't feel any more confident as she took in the crowd.
"It's going to be great," Alice reassured her. "Did you know that over fifty percent of Americans consider themselves Star Trek fans?"
"Right." Katt scowled, stopping to stare at the Klingons.
"Stay away from those guys," Alice hissed. "Don't even make eye contact with them."
Katt looked at her strangely and then laughed. "You are so funny!" she said. Just then an unusual duo caught Alice's eye, and she grabbed Katt's arm.
"Look at the excellent Sarek!"
"Sarek?" Katt asked.
"Spock's father." The tallest Lieutenant Uhura she'd ever seen accompanied him. Sarek turned to look at her, and she found herself looking into a familiar pair of bright blue eyes.
"Victor?" Alice shrieked, almost falling backwards in shock. And Uhura was none other than Bellissima, who was now kissing a laughing Katt, who then held her at arm's length to admire her outfit.
"Nice legs. Where's the rest of your uniform, soldier?"
"Hey, darlin' it was the '60's, and the show was on a tight budget," Bellissima said. "Hence the mini-skirt."
"Who dragged who to this thing?" Alice asked the two men. Bella raised his hand.
"I thought Victor would make a great Sarek. He has the aloof sneer down pat."
"But Sarek's eyes are green," Katt informed them.
"Are you sure?" Bellissima asked.
"They're dark, but they're green," Katt assured him. All three of them turned to stare at her now.
"How did you know that?" Alice asked. Then her eyes grew wide. "Oh my God. You're a Star Trek fan, too!"
"I never said I wasn't," Katt replied saucily, linking her arm in Bellissima's. They walked towards the vendor booths as the camera crew followed her.
Alice giggled at the Vulcan Victor. He had the decency to look embarrassed, which only made her laugh harder. Then she stopped laughing; she had to admit that Victor really did look magnificent in his pointed ears. He had brushed his curls into waves, and for the first time she noticed how much gray he had in his hair. Vulcans had always turned her on. She felt like she had an erection, her clit was so swollen. Now she had empathy for men who had got aroused at inconvenient moments and wondered for the umpteenth time how they managed to walk around with those ridiculous things between their legs. She couldn't imagine sporting an eight-inch long, incredibly sensitive clitoris.
"You look hot, my Vulcan Master," she said. "Really hot."
"Thanks," Victor answered, a little shyly. "Bella instructed me to inform any interested women that I am in … what did he call it … Pon Farr."
"Ooooh, you naughty Master! You are not allowed to tell anyone that but me."
"But what does it mean?" he asked, puzzled. Alice grabbed his arm, still laughing, and they walked after Katt.
"A Vulcan male has a seven year mating cycle." Alice explained to Victor. "They must take a mate every seven years or die trying. It's a fact the Star Trek world was informed of forty-five years ago, and we are still obsessed with it."
"Aaaaah," Victor said.
Alice had the camera crew wander around and film anyone who looked especially titillating. There were two pretty young blond girls dressed in sexy blue uniforms from the Mirror, Mirror episode of the original series. There was a green woman wearing next-to-nothing who was a particular favorite of the camera crew.
The convention coordinators came and talked to Katt on camera. They also interviewed a coupl
e of the actors who were signing autographs. Alice kept busy getting everyone to sign waivers. As an afterthought, she had Katt interview Victor and Bella just to see if any of the viewers would realize that 'Sarek' was the Dom from The Beaten Path.
They filmed until late and then spent hours at the studio, going over footage. Alice was the last one to leave and decided to drop by The Beaten Path. At the door, the bouncer recognized her and waved her on in. It was late, so the club was in full swing. Scenes were going on all around her, but as she turned a corner, one made her freeze in place: a naked young woman strapped to a spanking bench was screeching and crying as her Dom striped her bottom with a hand whip. Alice instantly recognized the hooded cape he was wearing and the shoulder-length black hair when the hood fell away.
Victor.
His back was to her, and she started to call out, but at that moment he leaned over the woman, who cried out and jerked forward, as if penetrated.
She could barely see through her tears as she ran from the club. How could Victor do this? Her shoulders heaved with suppressed sobs as she pulled the car from the parking lot. She never would have opened herself up so completely, physically or emotionally, if she'd known he'd continue to play with other women. Hadn't he promised her he wouldn't do that?
No Alice, she scolded herself once she was belted into her car, he told you the very first night that he sometimes played with experienced subs. He never said he'd stop because you were now his sub.
Alice made it onto the freeway before she completely broke down into tears. Were all men unfaithful? Had she been naïve to leave her husband when no man could be trusted? No, she refused to believe that. She knew men who would never cheat on their wives. Some of her best friends were married to them, plus she was sure her father had never cheated on her mother. She wasn't Victor's wife, though. He owed her nothing.
By now she was crying so hard that she couldn't see to drive. She pulled off the freeway, into a gas station, and sat there sobbing. She wanted to call someone. She reached for her phone. Katt would still be up. She dialed her number, but Katt didn't pick up. She couldn't go home like this and face her mother. Her married girlfriends? They barely talked to her anymore. Ray? With shaking fingers she dialed his number, and as soon as she heard his voice she started crying harder. Ray asked her where she was and told her that he would come get her.
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