“Come here.” She tried to make her voice, normally soft and light and sweet, into some semblance of a commanding tone. It sounded forced, even to her, but the man began to move. First, he tried standing, but then thought better of it and made his way over on his knees. Alice realized her mistake-incomplete instructions-and corrected it.

“Stand up and walk toward my voice.”

The man stood, walking slowly in her direction, hesitating. She frowned and then smacked her forehead, realizing she needed to keep talking, “Keep coming. Closer.

That’s it. Almost there. Good. Stop.”

He was quite a fine specimen of masculine flesh, she had to admit, even through the spandex. She thought about asking him to remove it-and the hood-but didn’t know if she should. Maybe it would be better to keep this all anonymous, especially if she had to cause him any pain. Did she have to? She wondered, looking back at the table. She didn’t know if she could. Maybe there was a way around it…

She turned toward the table, contemplating it, and then it dawned on her.

“Up on the table, big boy.” She patted it and he felt his way to the edge, sliding up to sit there. His cock hadn’t waned at all. It was still delightfully hard, probably in anticipation of what she was going to do, even though he had to be a little apprehensive with a new mistress.

Mistress. Me! Alice suppressed a smile at the thought. But she had to take this seriously, and she did. When she gave herself over to Wade, it was simply because she trusted him. She’d submitted to this night’s strange events only because she trusted him. That was the first and most important thing.

“Safe word,” she breathed, nodding. But how, if he was mute? Then she remembered what Wade did when he gagged her and she couldn’t speak. “Your safe word will be three taps. Do you understand?”