Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... have to work on that imperfection. Surprisingly, she had no more than thought of it when the eyes adjusted to a more appropriate size. Likewise his skin color flushed from the slightly gray to a more normal skin tone. “You wish to be overwhelmed,” he said casually, “and I shall do that.” He swirled the drink in his hand. “And you wish to experience an overloading of your senses.” He laughed slightly. “I shall do that also.” He paused. “But before we begin, you must understand that the overwhelming will be physical and may be more than a little uncomfortable.” Another sip of his drink. “And your senses will be overloaded with both pleasure and pain.” He paused for emphasis and to swirl his drink and take a sip. “Some of that pleasure and some of that pain will be sexual in nature. ... Some will not.” He sat back against his chair and swirled his drink once again. “I am going to give you one minute to reconsider your choices. During those sixty seconds, you may say ‘Delete me; delete me; delete me,’ and return to your normal reality.” Another sip of the drink. “But at the end of that time, you will be my prisoner until I decide to release you.” He sat forward and looked directly into Alice’s eyes. “Understand fully that once I claim you as my slave, your escape phrase will NOT work until I release you.” He lifted Alice’s face slightly so that their eyes were once again in direct contact. She had not realized that she had looked down. In the same forceful voice he said, “If ...

... you use the escape phrase, I will stop what I am doing, but you will not return to your normal reality unless I release you.” He was silent for a moment and then sat back up and lifted his brandy snifter toward Alice. “Do you understand that?” he asked. “Yes, I think I do,” she answered. “You think you do or you KNOW you do?” he replied. His voice was louder and even more firm. “I understand,” Alice said. “Good,” he replied. “Then I will wait for sixty seconds. If you are still here when the clock chimes, we will begin.” The handsome man leaned against the back of his chair and sat slowly swirling the brandy in the snifter while the ticking of a large grandfather clock filled the silence. Alice looked nervously around the room. This was her final chance to back out. ‘No,’ she said silently to herself, ‘the pearl has been peeled down to this inner layer. My inner desires have been brought to the surface. It is time to see if they are truly what I want.’ The chime of the clock and the loud mechanical snap of iron manacles trapping her arms and legs to the chair occurred simultaneously. The minute was up. The handsome man stood from his chair and removed the light gray smoking jacket / robe that he had been wearing. Beneath it, he was dressed in black leather. He still looked more like an explorer or scientist than a warrior, but he now looked like a very dangerous explorer or scientist. He reached out and stroked Alice’s hair. Her first thought was appreciation for the game’s ...