Dere's Party Fun

Author's Note:

This chapter took almost a week longer than I expected it to. I wrote most of it, but realized that it wasn't getting to the point I wanted it to, so I had to step back, and reanalyze it. It doesn't help that this one chapter turned out to be significantly longer than other single chapters so far. That, by the way, is why you only get one chapter this time. Anyway, this is mostly just me ranting about problems in the chapter that you never saw, so I should probably wrap this up. I am thinking I have one more chapter, and then a little epilogue I want to write. So we are definitely approaching the end of this story. I hope all of you are having a great time, and I will stop bothering you and let you get on with the story!

Chapter 17 - Derek

I awoke early that morning. Today was the day that Alexis had agreed to give me complete control. Alexis had been ecstatic to hear from me. She had talked on and on about how excited she was, and how she would show me what a good girl she could be. I had let her talk, unsure of how I should feel about the upcoming day with her. When she finally ran out of things to say, I clarified the plan once more, and then hung up.

Over the last month my thoughts about Alexis had changed several times. At first I had been angry. She was the one who pushed me into this new world that upended his life. As the anger faded, I tried to forget about her. She had used her powers to control me, and I wanted nothing to do with that. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. Ivy and Felicia were great, and special to me, but they would never be my equals. Alexis could. I kept thinking back to her crying in the bedroom the night of the trial. The fact that she had seen such potential in me, and only wanted to help me realize it. My crush had resurfaced, and started to grow. I thought back over every time we had interacted, and I realized how much I liked her. And how much it seemed like she liked me too.

I had found out last night that my watcher would be Justin, the chill guy about my age. That should make things even easier. I had to agree that I wouldn't use my powers at all on her, but that shouldn't be a problem. And if she was as obedient as she claimed, I wouldn't have any need to.

I rolled over to check my phone. It was 6 in the morning, but I was wide awake. I rolled out of bed and I realized I was starving. I would be getting breakfast with Alexis later, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to eat a little now to take the edge off. A couple eggs later I was feeling much better, but I was watching my phone like a hawk. Nothing like being excited for something to really slow the world down. I jumped in the shower, then started cleaning the house just for something to do. The day was supposed to start with her calling me as soon as she got up.

It was almost 9 when the phone rang. My hands were shaking a little as I raced to answer the video call. "Hello?"

"Hey. It's me, Alexis." Her voice was shaking a little from the nerves. The camera wasn't showing her. It was pointed at her closet. "Sorry for the late start. I didn't get much sleep last night. But I am here, reporting for duty as your slave for the day!" She tried to put a chipper tone in her voice at the end.

I cleared my throat, trying to act casual, and not super turned on by her phrasing. "Well, I would like to see my slave. Turn the camera around."

"But I'm... " She caught herself questioning the order, and the camera flipped. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, and she had another around her chest, but the tops of her breasts caught my eyes, until I forced myself up to look in her eyes. "Yes Sir!" She said, putting on a little smile, and throwing a quick salute that sent her body jiggling and caused the towel to slip. She blushed, and dropped the salute to hold her scant covering in place. "How may your loyal slave serve you this morning?" She asked, trying to get the topic back on track.

I forced my eyes back up to her face. "Well, I suppose I should pick out your outfit for today. Let's start with the under garments. Do you have a set of black underwear and a bra?" I asked.

"I have a few, let me lay them out for you." The camera moved around, and I wasn't sure what I was looking at. It eventually stabilized, and I realized she was using the hand holding the camera to retrieve the clothes. "So here is what I have." She said, and the camera flipped to the other side again, and there were three pairs of lingerie on the bed. "This first one is nice and simple." She brought the camera close to show a solid black pair of panties that would provide ample coverage, with a simple and yet functional bra above it. "The shoulder straps on the bra can be removed if you want me to wear something that would leave them visible." The camera panned a little to the right, showing a pair of bikini cut panties with lacy trim, and a very lacy demi bra. "This pair is more exciting, although no where near as comfortable as the first pair." She stayed on them for a moment, before quickly panning to the right once more to reveal the final set.

"And this pair" Her voice was noticeably faster, the nerves really getting to her. "Is fully form over function. It is designed to show things off, rather than provide support." The bottoms were a fully transparent lacy thong, that was barely two inches wide at the widest point, with a very thin string connecting the front to the back. The bra was similarly transparent lace, although it did have a dense pattern that I imagined would just cover her nipples, but that was about all it would cover. It was a demi bra, so the cups stopped right at that line.

She didn't keep the camera on them long. As soon as she stopped speaking she pulled it back, now showing all three. "So, what do you want me to wear?" She asked, and I was fairly sure she was holding her breath.

"Well, there is a lot of variety. And I want my slave to look good." I let that hang in the air for a moment. "Put on the third set. I want to see how it looks." I could pretty much picture it, but actually seeing it was so much better.

She let out her breath, then took another deep inhale. "Yes, Sir." She set the cameral down and the screen went black. I could hear her shifting around, and then the camera lit up again. It was still turned around, but there was a mirror in front of it. In her reflection I could see the bra was lifting her breasts, making them look even more incredible. Her left arm was behind her back, holding her right arm at the elbow, probably to stop herself from covering up. Her knees were close together, but that didn't stop the panties from clearly showing that she was fully shaved, and I could see the shape of her mound through the thin fabric. When my eyes finally reached her face I saw that she was blushing deeply, and looking down.

"You look absolutely incredible." I said, trying to surreptitiously to shift my rock hard rod, as I relaxed my persuasive muscle.

Can't afford to accidentally let that out today, even if no one is around for now.

No one had said anything outright, but I suspected the council were using today as a test of my self control. "As much as I would like to look at you in that all day long, I do have some other plans for the day. Lets see some skirts."

"What kind of skirt are you looking for? Do you want something long and flowing? Something shorter and sporty like a tennis skirt? Something fun that flares out when I spin?" She said, as the camera flipped once more. She was flipping through a selection of skirts in her closet as she talked.

"How about something about knee length, but light and airy? It is supposed to be hot today, so I don't want you to be too uncomfortable." I said, and I watched as she flipped back to a skirt she had passed before. It was brown, and the cotton material did indeed look very thin. "That looks great! Try that one on."

The camera went dark again, and I waited patiently. When she brought it back up, I could see that the skirt was about an inch above the knee, and thin enough that with the daylight from the window behind her I could see the outlines of her legs. "Set the camera on something, and give it a spin." I said. She faltered for a moment, but then braced the camera on something about waist height and stepped back. She looked at the camera, checking to make sure it was lined up right, and spun in a quick circle. Her pleated skirt flared out, and my eyes were drawn up her legs, although it didn't quite show off her panties. She squeaked, and I looked up to see her pressing her breasts back into her bra, so I had to assume they had popped out during the sudden motion. "I think that looks perfect. Now, how about a yellow shirt to set off the outfit. Something that says 'Summer is here!'"

"Umm." She was fighting to get her blush under control. "Let me see what I have." She said, moving to the other side of her closet. She pulled a few different shirts out, and tossed them onto the bed, then moved to her wardrobe, where she had her T-shirts folded up. She dug around a little more, and tossed some more things onto the bed. I had her hold them up, and I said no to most of them. Either they were a light yellow, or there were some other strong colors present, or they just weren't what I was looking for. By the end, she had two shirts left. A yellow T with some layered ruffles crossing from her shoulder to her hip, and a deep yellow long sleeved button up made of a thin silky fabric.

I had her try on the T- shirt first. It hugged her chest, but I really didn't like the ruffles. When she put on the button up, I knew it was perfect. It was thin enough that I could just see the black outline of her bra underneath, and the shirt could have been tailored to her with how well it clung to her body in all the right places. "That's the one. What do you think?" I asked, admiring the lovely sight before me.

"Its... Its a little formal, but very nice." She said, twirling back and forth just enough to get the skirt spinning, but not lifting up. A smile crept onto her face as she admired the outfit. "How do you want my makeup and hair?" She asked, untwisting the towel and running a hand through her hair.

"However you think would look the best. How about you meet me at a diner for brunch in about an hour?" I gave her the directions, and she agreed to see me there. I had her spin one more time for me. This time she braced her tits before spinning, which made me smile, and then I hung up and gathered a few things I would need, and checked my wallet. Felicia had given me a couple thousand out of her "frolic fund" that apparently her dad topped up every few months. I had spent some of it on the supplies for today, but I still had enough to cover everything else I had planned. Today was going to be a great day.

I was seated outside the diner, enjoying a glass of iced water under one of the umbrellas they had the tables to block the sun. It was going to hit 100 degrees this afternoon, and the heat was already climbing. I watched Alexis drive past, looking for a parking spot, and a couple minutes later I saw her walking up, the gentle breeze causing her skirt to flutter around her legs. She was fanning herself as she sat down. She looked ready for a job interview.

"You didn't want to sit inside in the AC?" She asked. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail through a silver clasp that held it a couple inches out from her head, then braided tightly as it fell down her back.

"Nah, I wanted to enjoy the day before it got too hot." I said, passing over a menu. "Let me know when you know what you want to eat." She looked over the menu quickly, and then indicated she was ready. I called over the waiter and placed our orders. She got a chilled fruit salad and a slice of quiche. I ordered a hefty breakfast burrito. We chatted for a little while as we waited for our meals, catching up on what we had missed for the last month. It was easy to relax around her, although I could tell she was avoiding mentioning the last night we had seen each other.

That is fine. I'm ready to let it go, but if she is still concerned about it, maybe I can work that into things if she starts to back down later in the day.

I thought, as I watched her fan her shirt to send air flowing across her chest. The waiter returned with our food, and we dug in. It was good, although I wasn't sure it was worth the exorbitant prices they were charging. With about half the meal gone, I decided to lay out the plan for today.

"So, I have some ideas of how I want today to go, but I wanted to start by getting everything perfectly clear. What did you think today was going to be? What limits did you want set? How far were you planning on going? Or letting me go?" I asked.

She took a deep drink of her iced tea, then looked around to make sure no one was listening. We were the only ones eating outside, so it was clear. Justin was eating inside. He only needed to be close enough to tell if I used my power, and so he agreed to stay mostly out of the way. "I don't really know what I expected. I just know that I was going to do whatever you said. I originally took this dare so you could see that I was better then either of your other two slaves, and I mean to live up to that. Don't hold yourself back. I intend to show you that a willing woman is far better than your mind broken toys." Her voice was firm, but she grew almost vindictive when she mentioned Felicia and Ivy. "I intend to follow your every order today, and by tonight I want to fuck you so hard and good you won't even think of those two other sluts again. Whatever it takes to prove to you that I am the best for you, do it today." She had leaned forward over the table, and she laid her hand over mine, gripping possessively.. "I want you to be mine, and I will do whatever you need to make that happen, Sir."

I couldn't keep the smile off my face, or the blood from flowing south. I quickly relaxed my persuasion, then I leaned over to my bag, and palmed one of the items I had prepared. "Perfect. I am glad to hear that you don't intend to back away from anything. But I have a couple of things that might get a bit... extreme, so I am going to want your knowing consent before hand." It wasn't totally true, but I wanted to spook her at the start of the day. "You are OK with being tied up, being exposed in public? Debasing yourself in front of me, and whoever I want to watch?" Her eyes were looking right into mine, as determined as ever. "Having your most intimate moments shared around with all your friends? Being my human toilet? Being whipped for my amusement?" At the mention of the whip I saw her eye flit to the side, but only for a moment. "So that's the one. Answer me this: Did you look away because you like the idea, but are ashamed of it, or are you against the idea of pain?" I kept my tone level.

She took a moment to respond, finally breaking eye contact. "I... I don't like the idea of being whipped. The pain scares me. I was never good at tolerating pain." She looked back up at me, and I brushed a loose hair out of her face.

"That is just fine. I wanted to find something that you would finally say no to. Not all of that is going to happen today. Here is what I am thinking. I have a few activities we can go do, and we can end the day with a night at the movies, then back to my house where you can have that chance you wanted to show how much better you can be. It should be good fun." I paused to take a few bites of my meal.

"That sounds like a fair plan, although it sounds more like a date than me being your slave." She said questioningly.

"That is the other half of the plan. Throughout the day I have several little tasks that I plan to give you. If you perform them quickly and to my satisfaction, perfect. If you quibble, or try to get out of it, I get to add a punishment. After all, a good slave doesn't question her master." She nodded along, eating more of her fruit salad. "And I think we can start the first challenge now." I slipped my right hand across the table, palm down, concealing what I was hiding inside. "Take this. You need to cut off the top three buttons of your shirt." I dropped a small pair of scssors onto the table, then leaned back.

She didn't hesitate, just took them up and began popping the buttons off. "Of course, Sir. I do hope you had bigger plans than this?" The last button came off, and she flared her blouse open. The buttons were small and close together, and she already had two undone for the heat, so it didn't really reveal much, just a little bit of extra cleavage.

"Certainly. I like the thought of starting off slowly though." I took the scissors back. "I think you will find things getting much more exciting as the day heats up." The waiter dropped off the check, so I slipped a couple bills inside, wincing inside as I saw that brunch for two had cost almost $60, before the tip. "Shall we get going?" I said as I stood up, offering her my arm.

The first place on the list for today was an interesting arcade. It had a lot of Fair-style games, as well as a few actual arcade cabinets and claw machines. There were a few ways to pay. You could pay per game, or buy one of two day passes. They had the normal one, which let you play until the shop closed down, but it cost you a fortune, or you could get the "experience" pass. It was only about $60, and it also lasted all day, but you didn't get to take home any prizes. They started offering it not too long ago, and it had proved quite successful.

I stopped Alexis in the entrance of the arcade, and handed her another object from my bag. This one was in a small box, and wrapped in brown paper. "Take this to the bathroom, and follow the instructions on the note inside, and then I'll meet you at the entrance with the passes."

She looked at it curiously, but nodded, and slipped off the to bathroom. I bought two "experience passes", and then leaned against the wall by the entrance, and opened my phone. I had added a new app last night in preparation for this. I opened it up, and saw the device I had handed to her go from offline, to online. I grinned, and slipped the phone back into my pocket. Shortly after, I saw her walking towards me, a slight blush on her cheeks, and I handed her a pass. It worked like a credit card, unlocking the games for us, but not the prize dispensers. "Everything comfortable and in place?" I asked, throwing an arm over her shoulder and leading her into the arcade.

"Umm, yes, I think so. I've never used one of these before though." She whispered back.

"Well, I think we should start out with one of the balloon popping games. Those are fun." I pointed out a stand that had a wall covered in different colored balloons, with a man handing out darts. I swiped our card, and he handed us each 5 darts. We took turns throwing, grumbling when the balloon seemed to slide around the darts just when we thought we had it locked down. I finally got one to pop on my last dart, but Alexis had missed all of hers, so we swiped again. I let her go first this time, and took a step back and pulled out my phone as if to take a picture. Instead of the camera, I opened the new app, and triggered the device for a quick pulse at about half strength, right as she went for the throw.

She let out a squeak as her knees went weak, and her throw barely went far enough to reach the board, but not hard enough to stick. She recovered quickly, giving me an appraising look for a moment, then went back to throwing. I actually took a picture of her next throw, and I didn't buzz her again until after her fourth throw, when she managed to pop a balloon. I let that one pulse up and down between 15 and 50 percent for 10 seconds or so, and she managed to keep a straight face after the initial twitch when it started. The control it gave me over her was definitely a fun ride, and I had to relax that muscle as my pants grew tighter.