Chapter 9
Alex took Alvin's advice and spent the week in bed. Thinking. And being pampered. It was funny to watch Mr. Smith. Sure, he could do some things really well, and he wasn't afraid to try to do anything. But it was obvious he had never taken care of a sick or injured person before. He was a disaster. It was hard not to laugh, because he was trying so hard, but finally, after he had fallen into the bathtub while trying to lift her out, she couldn't help herself. It was hard to call him 'Sir' and laugh hysterically at the same time but she had tried, and then got the hiccups.
He finally saw the humor and started to chuckle, too. For a moment, she had thought he was going to be mad at her, but she guessed he was so pleased to hear her feeling better that he decided against it. After that, however, he had Alvin take care of her.
Since she supposedly couldn't walk, she had moved in downstairs below the club. She didn't even know the basement was there, but Alvin said there were still two more floors below this one. Vinnie and Max lived on the next one down and Alvin had a room down there when he wanted it. Mr. Smith had his personal apartment here and there were a couple of other rooms for 'guests' Alvin said. The rooms were all very sumptuous. There were a lot of closed doors in the hallway and, since she couldn't get around, she just had to wonder what was behind them.
She got used to seeing Alvin everyday. As opposed to Mr. Smith, Alvin had had some training taking care of sick people. She didn't feel like she'd just come through a car wash when Alvin bathed her. Oh, yes, she was pampered and she made him do everything for her. After all, it was his idea, no? Between Alvin and Mr. Smith, they would have held her spoon and fork for her at meals if she would have let them.
She got a perverse thrill of having those big strong black hands bathing her, kneading her muscles, patting her dry and then powdering her. She stayed naked almost the whole time and, after a while, it felt good, normal. She teased him with little jokes at first, but he had warned her off with his eyes. He was afraid of something. Still, it had been his idea, so he could just put up with it. She noticed that he never touched her in any way that was inappropriate, even when cleaning her privates. He was almost clinical.
Finally the day came when she could get out of bed. And not a day too soon for her. She was going stir-crazy. In the bathroom that day, while he was filling the bathtub for her, Alvin had quietly warned her to move slow and hunched over sort of, to look like she was in pain. After watching her the first day, he said she was a pretty good actress, just don't expect an Oscar anytime soon. He had made a joke!
Mr. Smith was thrilled to see her up and about. He questioned Alvin closely about what activities she could engage in. With a straight face he had suggested that walking, shopping and light housework were fine, but she probably shouldn't see Harold for another couple of days. Alex thought that that was just a polite way of telling Mr. Smith that he couldn't have sex with her. She kicked Alvin under the table. She was getting very horny. Even Harold was beginning to appeal to her again.
Mr. Smith let her borrow a T-shirt and they found a pair of running shorts somewhere that weren't too big. The neck of the shirt came almost down to her naval and if she wasn't careful, one or both of her titties would pop out for anyone to see. Mr. Smith gave her a quick inspection and nodded. Then he took her shopping.
Alex came back from shopping subdued and thoughtful. It had been an experience like she hadn't dreamed possible. She had been thoroughly seduced by this man's charm, his style, his commanding presence and his authority. She had come back with a selection of clothes she would never have purchased on her own, yet each garment was perfect.
Mr. Smith had taken her in his private limo to the most expensive boutiques in the city. Some were private, by appointment only and they were always treated as if they were special customers. Everyone knew Mr. Smith. She had tried on tiny wisps of lace, sheer silk stockings that clasped her thigh, all right in front of him. He enjoyed looking at her and she enjoyed him looking. It was a tease for both of them.
High heeled shoes, higher than anything she had ever seen were placed on her feet. She walked back and forth, a bit unsteady at first, but she had strong ankles and soon she was doing much better. Then he made her walk just wearing her new panties and her thigh-high hosiery and then come and stand in front of him. He had run his hands down the back of her legs and back up over her ass cheeks, showing her in the mirror how it made her ass stick out and how it defined the muscles in her legs. Together they had watched his hands in the mirror as he caressed her legs and ass intimately for several moments. She had shivered and had to bite her lip to keep quiet.
That was early on in the day and he kept touching her often after that, always telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. And she was. She could see it herself in the mirrors that surrounded her as she tried on the beautiful clothes and lingerie. She was turned on, too, throbbing with unfulfilled needs.
Mr. Smith had made all the choices for her. Two pair of high heeled shoes, one pair black and one red. She had two new blouses to replace the one that was torn and a new pleated skirt. It didn't really replace her other one, as this one was so short she couldn't bend over without showing her butt. But Mr. Smith liked it, and secretly, so did she. With her new underwear that was barely there, she felt naked walking out of the store.
But the best part was the dress. It was light and it fit her so perfectly, like a glove. The bright green material was so thin she could only wear her new skimpy sexy thong panties under it. Even those showed a little bit of a line. She was supposed to wear the silk stockings that snugged her thigh so tightly, too. She didn't dare sit down in the dress that day as she was so wet she would have left a stain on the delicate fabric.
She recognized the dress and the other clothes from the videos. They were the same kind as the girls wore in the videos. Beautiful, sexy clothes that slid with your body as it swayed. This dress made her feel like dancing. A sexy dance, a dance that would inflame her lover, one that would make him take her and ravage her. Alex could imagine herself dancing in this dress and making Mr. Smith want her. She knew he would want her then.
She had cried when he gave her the necklace. It was a simple gold chain with a pendent that hung down between her breasts, tickling them with her every breath. The pendent was a pair of gold handcuffs. It was in the last store, one of the private boutiques. Harold had never given her jewelry, except the wedding band she always wore. They had kissed when Mr. Smith put it around her neck.
Then he had captured both her hands in one of his behind her back. He took his tie off and tied them there, keeping them there the whole way home, only releasing them to re-tie his tie as they arrived back at the club. She had knelt on the floor of the car on the ride back, resting her head in his lap while he had stoked her hair. She had worn it loose that day.
Alvin carried in the packages from the limo when they returned and took them to one of the rooms on Mr. Smith's floor. Into Mr. Smith's bedroom! Alex hadn't been forbidden to snoop during her recovery, but somehow she knew she was being watched. It was just a feeling. As a result, she didn't know what any of the rooms were except the room she stayed in and the next one where Mr. Smith slept. Alvin had taken all her new clothes in there. She was torn between hope and fear.
All the while Alvin took care of her, he was very careful with what he said to her, being very polite and respectful. She returned his cautious behavior, with a few notable exceptions, not saying anything about their conversation of that night of the party. In fact, until Alvin gave her a questioning look with a raised eyebrow on the way in from the car, looking at all the packages and back at her, and then having Mr. Smith tell him to put them away in his room, he hadn't made one reference to that night.
Alex gave him a smug look in return to his questioning look and pranced into the club ahead of him, swishing her cute butt in the tiny skirt. She knew she looked hot. Of course, it would have been better if she hadn't caught the heel of one of her new shoes on the threshold and nearly had a catastrophic pratfall.
Alvin was laughing silently as he helped her regain her balance. So much for being sophisticated.
When Alex came in for breakfast two days later, there was a package where her plate usually was. It was wrapped with a fancy covering and a huge bow. Since they had returned from shopping, she had not seen Alvin. She missed him.
"For me, Sir?" she squealed. It was like being a little girl again.
"Of course! Alvin said you could do some light housework, so I got you some work clothes."
"Oh, Sir," she faux pouted, "You spoiled the surprise."
He just grinned like the cat that ate the canary. "Just open the damn box, Alex," he said, still grinning.
Opening up the box was a simple affair. The top came right off. When the two layers of tissue were opened, he saw the puzzlement on her face, and then her eyes went wide.
Alvin had let him know not to have intercourse with her, but that didn't mean he couldn't fuck with her mind. What was in the box would keep her stirred up quite nicely until he could get her back in front of the screens. He had been going slowly with training this new pet and now he had had to chafe for two weeks because of that fucking creep. He had expected to be fucking Alex by now and having her well under control. His need was building and time was running out. He didn't like delays.
He watched Alex pick up the shiny garments. One of the boutiques did specialty latex garments. Since they had her measurements, he had had a bra and panty set specially made. As she would soon find out, they were very special.
She had already noticed the thick and heavy crotch and the extra weight in the ends of the bra cups. The inner surfaces of both were knobby where they would do the most good. There was one larger knob that would nestle up and tease her cute little anus.
Her eyes wide, she slipped off the terrycloth robe she had worn in from her shower. As usual, she was naked underneath. Damon felt a stirring that he just barely managed to get under control. This innocent child was getting to him.
Slowly she stepped into the latex panties and pulled them up her shapely legs. Higher and higher they climbed. He realized with a jolt that she had turned slightly to show her wiggling ass to best effect. She was enjoying teasing him. The thick crotch piece fitted between her legs and she tugged the sides firmly up on her hips, seating the knurled surface tightly against her own sensitive tissues.
The bra came next and it was tight by design. The shape of the cups forced her breasts up and together, and mashed her constantly erect nipples against the thickened ends. She moved around experimentally and grinned at him.
"Oh, Thank You, Sir!"
He thought she was going to run over and jump on his lap, an act he wouldn't have minded at all. She restrained herself, but remained bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Come here," he said pointing to a spot in front of his chair.
She came over to him, clasping her hands behind her back, her head bowed. She was shaking with excitement.
He took his hand and ran it between her legs, stopping to move the anal knob around until the sweat broke out on her upper lip.
"Is it in the right place, Alex?"
"If you mean, is it sticking up my butt, then Yes, Sir."
"Are you being smart with me?"
She hesitated. Then, in a more serious tone, "No, Sir. Just very appreciative. Thank you very much, Sir."
"We'll see just how appreciative you are tonight," he said ominously.
Raising his hand to her breasts, he ran his fingers firmly over the tightly held globes. There was hardly any movement between her natural firmness and the tight latex binding them. Taking his thumb and forefinger of each hand, he grasp the edges of the thicken ends of the cups and squeezed. A hole, like a pupil in an iris, opened in the center of the thickening. He manipulated the openings around until he captured first one, then the other of her constrained nipples. Satisfied, he released his grasp on the clamps and they tightened gently on the sensitive buds.
Alex' eyes flew open at that new sensation and her knees buckled.
"OH! Sir! My... They... Thank You, Sir!"
He grinned at the aroused girl. He wondered how she would make it through the day if that was all it took to push her over the edge. He decided to give her a demonstration of just how special this suit was.
"Alex? Walk over to that table and get me the orange juice, please."
She headed for the juice bar with a happy smile and a sexy wiggle in her latex cover hips. She never made it. With a groan and a gasp she slid to the floor, an orgasmic pile of flesh.
"Oh, my! Did I forget to mention the electrodes and vibrators?" he said teasingly when she could finally open her eyes and look up at him with a semblance of coherence. "I'm sorry. I should have said something. Anyway, there are tiny sensors scattered all around this floor. They activate the suit when you are close to them, like that one did. I want you to find them all and tell me tonight at dinner. If you don't find them all, then I will have to punish you."
He grinned down at her with a mischievous grin. He was enjoying this.
"Since you're going to be in all the rooms on this floor anyway, you might as well dust and vacuum while you're at it. You should be able to find everything you need if you look."
He paused. "And Alex? Don't leave this floor. If there is an emergency, Alvin will come and get you. Otherwise, stay here." It was an order and a threat. It made her tingle and shiver at the same time.
He leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead. "I'll see you tonight, Pet. Oh, and one more thing. Put your hair into that braid like I showed you. I like it like that."
Bit by bit, he was taking control.