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Alice in Thunderland

... similar, but instead there were only two doors in the next wall. One door was painted a dark red and had three rows of large gold letters. The first row said, “Top.” Beneath that was the word “Dom,” and beneath that was the word “Master.” The other door was a medium shade of gray on which were three rows of smaller words painted in flat black. The top row said, “Bottom.” The next said, “Sub,” and the next read, “Slave.” What really got Alice’s attention, however, was the even smaller script beneath the word “Slave.” In what looked like her own handwriting, it read, “Alice, enter here to be totally overwhelmed.” On the other side of the gray door was a small room. It was actually more of a vestibule or hallway than a room. There were mirrors on one side and a counter on the other behind which seemed to be a coat– or perhaps costume– room. The young man from the entrance was standing behind the counter. “A few minor final decisions,” he said, “and then you are ready. First, how do you want to experience this reality? You can be anything or anyone you want to be. Just tell me and the program will change you to be what you request.” “Can I be myself?” asked Alice. “Of course,” the young man replied. “And how do you wish to be dressed?” He waved his hand toward the rows and rows of coats and dresses behind him. “Whatever you wish is what you will have,” he said brightly. Alice looked at herself in the mirrors and for the first time realized that she was naked. Actually, it was ...

... the first time she realized that she even had a body in this reality. “When I walk through that final door, I’m a slave? Right?” she asked. “That is what you have chosen,” the young man replied in his measured tone. “Then I think I am already properly dressed,” she answered. “I assume that my master can clothe me otherwise if he so desires?” “Of course,” he answered. As Alice pushed against the final door, the young man added, “Enjoy your time at Thunderland. And remember, ‘Delete me; delete me; delete me,’ and you return to your normal reality.” *** Alice had no idea what to expect on the other side of that final door. If she had been given a thousand guesses, however, none of them would have been the 18th Century sitting room in which she found herself. A middle-aged man sat in a stiff-backed padded chair with a drink of some sort in his hand. Since he was holding a snifter, she assumed it was brandy. “Have a seat,” he said pleasantly, motioning with his drink hand toward an overstuffed chair that faced his own. “We have much to discuss before we begin.” There was something mysterious about this man. He was rugged and handsome. Alice had no problem envisioning him in a military uniform of some sort, but he seemed to her to be more of an explorer than a warrior. The only things not perfect about the figure were his eyes and the color of his skin. The eyes seemed almost too big for his face. It broke Alice’s train of thought as she remarked to herself that the programmers would ...