“Veronica’s Playground,” Theo muttered, reading the sign above the door as he stepped inside.  This was where Alice had chosen for them to meet.  “A new kind of club,” she had said.  “You’ll like it.”  But she’d given frustratingly few details beyond that.

Well, this place was huge; a repurposed warehouse in the old industrial district outside of town.  Easily the largest club he’d ever been to, that’s for sure!  The interior was impressive, even at first glance.  Striking minimalist hues of blue, black, and gray accented the walls and floors which abutted and rose and dropped away in unexpected ways.  Immediately upon leaving the doorway, one steps down into a modern lounge area with rounded tables, curved couches, and a glass-adorned bar against the far wall.  The lounge was sparsely populated at the moment, with a few men and women carrying out private conversations over artistic-looking drinks.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, as one after another of these women caught his eye.  Half the women he saw were practically wearing lingerie!  Either leather or lace; the sorts of things normally worn only in bedrooms!  Racy; revealing; damned sexy.  Even for the women with coats on, or other coverings, Theo saw telltale glimpses of similar attire underneath, waiting to be unleashed.  And it was fascinating, almost mesmerizing really, to see the range of sizes of these various women – from simply statuesque to truly towering; from lithe to curvy; from slim to athletically toned to, in some cases, stacked with muscle.

Funny, how just days ago Theo might have cringed or even shied away from the tallest and burliest among them.  But now, he felt foremost a sense of curiosity.  Fascination, you could almost say.  Feelings he still couldn’t wrap his head around, but which were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

“Damn you, Lola,” he muttered.  That episode earlier sure hadn’t helped!

As for the men, some wore relatively normal attire – button-down shirts, tight pants, that kind of thing.  Not too unlike Theo’s.  But others’ clothes were more unusual: see-through mesh shirts, leather pants, strange leather collars.  It almost looked like--

A short gasp escaped his lips as his gaze lifted higher.  The wall behind the bar rose fifteen feet or so, ending in a railing where those on the upper level could look down over the lounge.  But the woman standing there at the railing … Holy cripes!  She was enormous, spectacularly curvy, with heaving breasts all but pouring out of her corset and powerful legs standing bare beneath black silk panties.  She was standing next to a man who – holy hell – looked tiny by comparison, and wore underwear and some sort of leather collar around his neck, with a metal ring in front.

What??

The woman said something down to the man who nodded in reply, his demeanor seeming so much meeker than hers.  Then the scene turned utterly surreal when the woman lifted her hand, holding a coil of rope with a hook on the end, and … Oh my god … she hooked it to the man’s collar and led him away!

Holy crap!

“Can I help ya?” a sultry voice said, to his immediate left.

He looked sideways.  Hovering right at eye level was a pair of soft, plump breasts in a bright, lacy red bra.  Beyond that, she wore a matching pair of panties and strappy red high heels, and nothing else.

It took an impolitely long time for his gaze to make its way up to the attractive facing smiling down upon him, framed in straight brunette hair swept to one side.

“I-I, um …” he said, feeling frazzled.

“You look lost,” the young woman commented with the same amused smirk.

“No, I just …”  He pointed vaguely toward the railing, from which the couple up there had now vanished.  “I…”

“I see you’re new here.”

“What?  No.”  His cheeks grew warm.  “Erm, maybe.”

She laughed.  “Follow me.”

“Huh?”  He watched the young woman step forward; watched her firm ass cheeks jiggle and sway.  She looked back, and beckoned.

It was unfair, really.  He was here to meet Alice … but one does not simply ignore the attention of a woman of this brunette’s caliber, either.

He caught up to her as she reached the bar.  “One ‘Purple Haze’, if you please,” she told the bartender – a burly blonde dressed in, strangely, the same lingerie as the brunette, but in white.

“Purple haze?” Theo repeated, doubting the drink’s manliness.  “Look, I’m … meeting someone,” he explained up to her.

The brunette laughed again, outright.  “Mmhmm.  I hear that a lot.”

“What?  I am!”

“You sure you’re not just curious?”

“Hey – no!  I hadn’t even heard of this place until … I mean, I still don’t really know what’s going on in here.”

“I’ll give ya a tour,” the brunette informed him.  Her tone was oddly forward and confident for someone half his age.  Neither coy nor demure, as women used to be.  “But first,” she added, as the bartender set the purple drink in front of him, “a little booze’ll help open your mind.”

“Open it to what?” he insisted, peering up at the railing.

The lingerie-clad babe just smiled.  Man … she was a real sight.  “I suppose a sip couldn’t hurt,” he conceded.  Then: “Hmph.  Better than I thought.  But I’m not letting you pay for it.  It’s not right.”

“Ha!”  The young coed shook with laughter.  “You’re cute.  Now drink.”

Again with this bluntness, this casual giving of orders …

He was halfway through a second swig when crisp footsteps came up behind him and a familiar sultry voice purred, “Well, hello there.  You made it.”

Oh damn.  He turned and found his eyes level with another pair of breasts – these ones even larger than the brunette’s, and hovering just a little higher.  He could still make out the curves of her torso and hips through the long overcoat she wore, though it only made him want to know what was lying underneath.  Farther down, though, her legs were covered in fine fishnet stockings, with knee-high strappy boots with extremely high heels.  Easily the highest he’d ever seen Alice wear.

He was already breathing a little harder by the time he met his date’s gaze, well above him.  Her dirty blonde hair shimmered in the striking light of the bar, as her glossy red lips and mascara-darkened eyes smiled down.

“His eyes sure like to roam, don’t they?” said the brunette behind him.

He was scandalized, but Alice chuckled.  “That’s been my experience, yes,” Alice teased, then looked at him squarely.  “Having you been ogling the waitress?”

“Waitress?”  He looked back and … “Oh.”  The lingerie babe was holding a tray of drinks now, from the bar.  The skimpy attire was her work outfit.  Can you imagine?  “I…I thought—“

“You thought she was just a woman buying you a drink, huh?” Alice ribbed.

“Erm… I …”

She laughed.  “Relax, Theo!  I’m not a jealous woman.”  She looked over his head at the brunette.  “Thanks for the freebie.  Myself, I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea.  And …” she glanced at his purple drink.  “I have a feeling he could use another one of these very soon.”  She slipped a credit card out of her purse and tapped it on the counter.  “We’ll open a tab.”

“Certainly,” said the waitress, with a smile.  “I see he was telling the truth about meeting someone here, after all.”

“Yes, he was,” Alice replied definitively.  Her hand went to his shoulder and she clutched him closer – almost like she was claiming him.  It felt strange … but arresting.  Oh damn, she smelled good.

His instincts seeped through just as the waitress reached for the card.  “I’ll put it on mine,” he offered, from years of practice.

“A man, paying for a woman’s drink?” chided Alice, as if scandalized.  “What kind of place do you think this is?”

“Huh?”  He watched helplessly as his date lifted her card well over his reach and handed it to the waitress, both of them chuckling with amusement.  He seemed in over his head now, in more ways than one.

The waitress walked away, leaving Theo and Alice standing there oh so close together.  Her perfume was strong; magnificently so.  Her fingers now slid across his shoulder and traced along the back of his neck.  Holy hell, it felt good.  “Just do what I tell you,” she hummed.  Something about her tone sent shivers down his spine.  “Come with me.”  She led him -- by the back of the neck! -- where she wanted him to go.

Who does that?  And with other people around?  And more importantly: Why am I just letting this happen?!

“What is this place?” he asked nervously, as her hand guided him along.

“It’s my kind of place,” the jaw-dropping babe replied, escorting him up some stairs.  “The best in town.”

They were in a new area now, to the right of the central lounge and about a half-level higher.  There was a similar space opposite the lounge; and the central wall with the railing formed an escarpment which both of the side areas wrapped around, giving way to a series of terraced floors which eventually reached the upper level.

There were other patrons, in those terraces, engaged in strange activities which he … *shudder* … He wasn’t ready to deal with that now.  He was more concerned with this second room they were in.  It was as if a lounge and some abstract 3D block art had a baby.  The floor was a series of 4-foot-by-4-foot squares, each at a different level.  Patterned cubes of all shapes and sizes jutted out from the flooring, some in isolation, some clustered together.

Where does one sit? he wondered.  Apparently anywhere you want, he realized, seeing another couple perched atop a large cube, feet dangling over the side and the woman’s arm around the man, her lips whispering into his ear.  Farther down, a man stood facing a woman, on a higher ledge than her, to bring their heights almost level.  She, too, had her arms around her man.  It wasn’t all intimate, though; a larger group of two men and four women were talking and laughing in a circle, standing or sitting on several different cubes to give an amusing range of different heights.

OK, height was clearly the point here.  Height was an unavoidable aspect of any social interaction nowadays, and this space was clearly playing on that, by design.  Indeed, it impacted Theo too: as Alice stepped down ahead of him, bringing her shoulders now level with his eyes, he felt taller.  But then he stepped down just as she stepped up, and suddenly he was no taller than her elbows!

And of course that’s where she decided to stop and turn abruptly, smiling with mischievous pleasure from fa-a-ar above.  Dizzying; unsettling; though, admittedly, the view of her sexy hips had never been better, not to mention the fascination of seeing her breasts hovering tantalizingly like forbidden fruits overhead.

Pausing, Alice eyed the short man and cautiously gauged his receptiveness.  Yes, she’d told Lola she’d ‘throw him into the deep end’ tonight and see what happened.  But was this club too much, too fast, for a guy like him who still put on such macho airs?  Though, he apparently weathered Lola’s toying with him this afternoon quite well.  And surely he’d find Alice’s manner of toying with him much more enjoyable.  At least hopefully he’d be willing to give it the ol’ college try.

“Shall we even things out a bit?” she offered, willing to start easy on him.  She nodded toward a nearby cluster of cubes.  He seemed a touch relieved by the offer and anxiously hopped onto one two feet higher than where he’d been.

“Mmm, that’ll do nicely,” purred Alice, tugging his arm and bidding him to turn and face her.

“Whoa,” Theo muttered, despite himself.  His eyes were as high as her forehead now.

“Quite a new perspective, huh?”

He couldn’t help but nod.  “I’ve never looked down at you before.”

“Ha!  No kidding, Theo.  I was taller than you even when we first met.”  She plucked the drink from his hand and set it on the surface beside him.  Then her fingers went to his chest and slid languorously up to his neckline, ostensibly adjusting his collar.  “Though, I must say, seeing you grow smaller since then has been … delicious.”

He blinked, startled, caught off-guard.  He felt her warm breath on his chin and smelled her sweet perfume, so close was she standing.  His heart rate steadily climbed.  “When we first met,” he said awkwardly, “I thought you liked that I was tall for a guy.”

“I did.”  Her tone dropped to a purr.  “Only because it makes it all the more exciting, seeing the tall ones shrink.”

His voice wavered.  “Wh-Why do you like that?  Being taller than me.”

Her smile electrified as she wrapped one hand around his back and let her lips slide across his cheek to his ear.  “Because it puts me in control.”

Goosebumps ran through him.  “In control?”

Before he could unpack the full implications of that, the lingeried waitress stepped toward them and greeted Theo with a smirk.  “Your drinks, and your card,” she announced to Alice.

Alice pulled back and turned.  As she did, she clutched him even tighter, though, pressing her large, squishy breast into his side.  “Thanks, hon,” she replied, her hip now pressing against his leg as her arm encircled his back even more completely.  “Set ‘em down, would ya?”

“Sure thing.”  As she turned to leave, she shot a wink.  “You two have fun.”

“Definitely,” hummed Alice, in a way that sent more shivers down his spine.  He was almost panting now, for christ’s sake.

Abruptly she pulled away, let her hand drag across his chest as she bent for her drink.  A long swig emptied half of it in one go, and she didn’t even wince.  Impressive.  “Control,” she resumed, observing the unsettled look on his face.  She nodded up toward the top of his head.  “Case in point: this is about where you’d be if you’d never shrunk at all.  If a woman with my height – and looks -- approached you back then, what would you have done?”

“Done?”  Looking into her eyes, he didn’t have to think long.  “I’d have hit on you, no question.”

“You’d have been confident, right?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.  Of course.”

“That’s what I thought.  So … go ahead.”

“Huh?”

“Try me.  Let’s see how big, strong Theo would pick up a hot woman like me.”

Suddenly, his vaunted confidence again wavered.  “Uhh…”

“Here – I’ll make it easier.”  The square to her right was at least a half foot lower; she stepped down to it, putting the top of her head just lower than his chin, her eyes no higher than his shoulders.  “This is more like what you’d face, yes?  If not shorter.  Surely you can at least have some confidence now.”

This game was strange, to say the least.  Though, it did make her markedly less intimidating.  A small spark of machismo flickered inside him anew.  His neck welcomed the chance to crane downward again, for a change.  But still, when the moment came to speak … he faltered.  “I would, um …”  Come on, Theo – think! “I…”  His mind pulled forth some of his best go-to lines, dusting them off from the forgotten recesses of his memory.  But the tone of voice, and accompanying posture, seemed so strangely foreign to him now.  Out of place.

“I-I can’t,” he admitted sheepishly, averting his eyes.

“You can’t?”

His cheeks colored.  “It … doesn’t feel right.”

This seemed exactly what she was hoping to hear.  “Yes -- your old size used to make you feel in control.  But it feels different being on the other end, doesn’t it?  It’s hard to even pretend now, when in truth you’re really much…”

She stepped up to her original place, her body rising upward.

“…Much…”

She took a much bigger step, all the way up onto his cube!  Her head and shoulders whooshed upward, past his head, as her breasts once again stared him in the face.

“…MUCH smaller.”  Her pretense of demureness vanished as suddenly her body adopted an aggressive, forward stance, her hand assertively running through his hair and clutching it firmly on the back of his head.  “Tell me: who’s in charge now?  You … or me?”

This was scandalous!  People weren’t supposed to say such things aloud!  Even if, lately, that’s how he often felt…

“Watch your step, little guy.”

Before he even realized he was backpedaling, his foot scraped the edge of the cube then hit nothing but air.  “Yeek!” he yelped, without meaning to.  He stepped forward hastily, grabbing at fabric – and his face plunged right into her bosom.

God, the squishiness of it!  The line of cleavage flashing past his nose … “S-Sorry!” he yelped, jerking back, blushing profusely.  A striking contrast to Alice’s sultry smile, all smoothness as she pressed a finger to his lips, then bent at the knees to pick up their drinks.

“Finish your drink.”  Her voice buzzed with electricity, her eyes flickering with promise.  “Then we’ll move on and really get things started.”

He’d been on a hundred dates before, but none had prepared him for this!  He squirmed, on what little space on the ledge he had available.  “Look, uh, I kind of thought we were just going to a normal club, and—“

“I know you did.”

“And I didn’t really think we would move so fast.“

Alice pursed her lips then spoke down to him candidly.  “If you’re truly uncomfortable, Theo, just say the word and we can leave at any time.  I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.  But if you’re open to experimenting and seeing where tonight goes … I have a hunch you just might enjoy it.  A lot.”  She stepped down, toward the next room beyond, and proffered her hand.  “So, what will it be?”

Theo saw glimpses of some strange apparatuses up there, on the next terrace.  Smooth wooden benches, tables, other surfaces horizontal and vertical.  Metal hooks and rings studding the walls and ceilings.  The exact purpose of these, he could only guess; but the fact that he was curious, even tempted to know more, showed just how much he’d changed from days past. 

The word ‘yes’ was hovering on his lips even before he saw Alice unfastened the belt of her overcoat.  His eyes widened as one button after another came undone.  And by the time the coat dropped from her shoulders, his mouth was hanging agape.  His date stood before him in a two-piece leather outfit of black and burgundy.  Kinky.  Hot!  God … the way the bra sculpted her bosom; how the rest clung to her waist while leaving her tight panties exposed.  Garters, attached to the fishnet stockings below.  An outfit that would never, ever be worn anywhere in public – except here.

Goosebumps broke out all over his body as he succumbed to a shudder.  A devastating smile grew on her lips and infected him too.  “Holy shit,” he muttered in growing thrill, unable to stop his croaking voice.  “I-I … Yes, I think I’ll stay a while longer …”

A throaty chuckle left her red lips.  “Mmmm… that’s a good boy.”  Her words -- her tone -- had changed.  Edgier; even more oozingly sexual.

‘Good boy’?  He placed his hand in hers and stepped down.  So much more of her was on display now.  So much for his eyes to enjoy.  Scintillating … intoxicating …

“Heading up?”

He hardly heard the waitress’s words behind him.

“Yes, we are,” affirmed Alice, over his head.  “Mind holding my coat?  … Ah, yes, thank you, I’ll take those.”

The lingerie-clad waitress took the coat and replaced it with two pairs of … cuffs … with long, thin ropes in between.  Theo’s anxiety rose as he lifted his gaze to Alice in protest.  “Wh-What are those?  Is that a bondage thing?”

The waitress leaned in, eyes sparkling.  “I envy you SO much,” she told Alice.  “The first time’s always the best.”

“I know -- isn’t it?”

That did nothing to calm Theo’s nerves!  As the brunette left, Alice grasped his hand again and led him across the cubes with long, sexy strides, then up the short staircase.  With each step, he grew more nervous, yet he went along with it anyway.  What was he getting himself into??

Up on this next terrace, there were no elevation changes, no cubes to navigate around.  Just straight walls rising up here and there, some of them supporting low-hanging ceilings over part of the space.  Scattered around the area were those aforementioned wooden benches, upright or horizontal, in all different configurations.  And so many metal rings mounted around them.

“What is this?” he queried.  “Some kind of … adult jungle gym?”

Alice smirked back at him.  “Good name for it.  This place isn’t called an ‘adult playground’ for nothing.”

He looked around warily.  “But how do you use all this stuff?”

She nodded in reply, toward another couple passing by just then.  The man was a touch shorter than Theo; the woman, about Alice’s height but heavier, with meaty hips and plump tits.  She had her arm draped possessively around the man’s narrow shoulders as they ventured up to a wall nearby, with rows of metal rings running up and down.  The man wore a mesh shirt and tight pants which seemed so common around here, while she wore a tight, lacy, light blue bodice which accentuated her well-endowed chest to the max.

He found himself staring, despite Alice’s presence beside him.  This woman was so … abundant.  He ultimately preferred Alice, of course, but he still wouldn’t mind burying his face into that healthy bosom over there, too.

The man seemed very much of like mind.  His stared fixedly, eagerly at the tits in front of him, though his hands remained dutifully down by his sides, palms outward, allowing the woman to attach a cuff to each of his wrists then to her wrists as well.  Now her right was connected to his left, and vice versa, with some ten feet of rope between them.  With practiced familiarity – they’d certainly done this before – the woman slipped each rope into a metal ring on the wall, through slender gaps.

“Resist me,” Theo heard the woman purr, “if you can, love.”  She stood with her back to the wall and faced him.  She stepped forward until the rope came taut, then pulled her arms forward a little more.  Suddenly the tension pulled him toward her.  He flexed what little muscles he had and, with effort, forced his wrists back where they’d been.   The woman smiled and brought her wrists twice as far forward this time, causing him to stumble closer in equal measure.  “Oh, do try to resist,” she teased, as the man fought valiantly to withdraw.  His arms starting to shake from the effort.  The woman observed this with clear enjoyment, and virtually no sign of struggle on her end.

As soon as he accomplished his goal, the woman erased his progress immediately by taking a firm, confident step forward.  The man lurched forward with almost pitiful ease.  He tried to pull harder, but Theo saw the woman’s arms flex this time, and now even the man’s strongest attempts had only a minimal, temporary effect.  “Are you trying, love?” the woman queried, with an electric smile.

“Yes!” the man assured her, amidst his struggles.

Another step from her brought the two lovers just inches apart.  “You poor little man!” the big woman teased.  “I guess there’s no point in fighting it, is there?”

And to Theo’s fascination, the woman stepped farther and extended her arms – and the man’s face all but disappeared into her large, soft breasts, as his body slammed firmly into hers.  Things quickly turned hot and heavy, bodies grinding and hands groping.  Enough to make even Theo breath hard.  Such a peculiar dynamic; exotically exciting …

“So,” Alice interrupted, draping a rope and cuff over his shoulder to dangle in front of him.  “Thoughts?”

She already knew his thoughts, clearly.  His wide-mouthed fascination had given it away.  Hell… why fight it.  “That,” he agreed, nodding his head almost giddily toward the couple.  “Let’s do that.  Exactly that.”  It seemed so goddamned hot!

“You like that, do you?” Alice hummed pleasurably.

What could he do but nod at her, with anxious eyes?  And stare mesmerized at her exquisite hips, her squishy breasts…

*Snap!*Snap!*  Before he knew what was happening, two metal cuffs were secured tight around his wrists.  With practiced efficiency, Alice cuffed her own wrists as well.  Gathering the two lengths of rope connecting them, she quietly walked him forward.  Guided him toward a long, narrow bench jutting from a wall.  Pivoted him around.  Each of these constructions, conveyed not with words but with a simple, judicious tug on the rope.  A strange new form of communication; oddly primal, exciting …

Deftly she hooked each rope through a series of rings: one just to the left of the bench, another above it high on the wall, and a third along the ceiling overhead.  Standing with his back to the wall, alongside the bench, his eyes drank in the sight of Alice jutting her hips and posing sexily for his viewing pleasure just a few feet away.  “See anything you like?” her silken voice lilted.

“Hell yes,” he admitted throatily.

Her eyes flickered amusedly toward the other couple nearby.  “Shall we see if you can resist me?  Hmm?”  Her hips undulated oh so well.  “I’m not so sure you can.  I think you’re dying to put your hands… here.”  Her fingers slid along her thigh, tracing the contour of her shapely hip.  Then continued along her leather bodice and reached the tight band of her bra; played across the generous swell of one cup then the other.  “Or here, perhaps?”  She tugged down along the center, exposing even more mouthwatering cleavage.  “What if you put your hands right … here …”

Holy mother of--!!  He was panting now, outrageously aroused.  “Th…This is a first date!” he exhaled in disbelief.

The sultry blonde licked her lips.  “Fuck those conventions.  Why resist what we both want so much?”

Resist?  Why should he, after all?  Only an idiot would refuse now!  With panting breath and feverish strides, he closed the distance between them and lifted his hands …

*Twang!*  The rope went taut, stymying his hands barely a foot away from her supple chest!

“Awww,” she cooed, as he grunted and tried again.  The pull of the ropes lifted her wrists pliantly upward, toward the hooks on the ceiling -- but she stepped back, just before he could reach!

“Hey!”

“So close, that time,” she hummed down at him in a playful pout.  “Try again?”

Fury rose within him.  “That’s … But … This isn’t the game I signed up for!”

“Awww, did I mislead you?  You poor thing.”

Dammit, her tits were so close!  Gathering his strength, he planted his feet and lunged -- but, mere inches away from first contact, her arms shot downward, surprisingly well-defined biceps rising in her arms … and his wrists were yanked backward!

His expression floundered; her smile widened.  “Does my strength surprise you?”  Her head cocked to one side, watching his reaction with growing fascination.  “It does, doesn’t it?”

“I… I …”

At the barest tug from him, she lowered her arms further to her sides.  There was nothing he could do but stumble backward, overmatched.  Regaining his footing, he drove toward her again -- but her wrists moved just a few inches before she stopped him cold … then pulled him right back where he started.

She’d always looked athletic, but … damn!  She must be half again as strong as him.  Or twice as.  With Lola, you expected it.  With Alice, on the other hand …  “But …” he bumbled.  “But you’re so…”

“Beautiful?  And strong?”  Her green eyes sparkled.  “What a combination, hmm?”

She took quick, sudden strides toward him, her body taut, her arms firm.  The pull on the rope was like a swordfish on the line; a marlin.  And he, flatfooted, didn’t stand a chance.  Backwards he stumbled, back and back, tripping onto the bench.  His butt landed with a solid *Thud!* -- then, as Alice gritted her teeth and flexed and heaved forward, he slid all three feet backward until *Wham!* his spine hit the wooden backrest.

He pushed the floor with his feet and hastily sat up straighter, breathing raggedly at the curvy blonde now leaning forward, knee propped on the bench in front of him between his opened thighs.

“Oh shit!” he gasped, his head spinning, his mouth agape under her dominant grin.

“‘Oh shit,’ indeed.”  She chuckled.  “I hope you weren’t planning on going anywhere, anytime soon.”  Her arm muscles expanded just a little more; sharpened; and despite his best efforts, her arms advanced toward him and his dropped toward the wall.  The extra rope allowed her to lean even closer, sliding her knee to within just a foot of his pulsating crotch.  Thank god she hadn’t noticed that yet!  But she did seem to notice his nearly hyperventilating state.

“Relaaax, Theo,” she hummed gently.  “I know I’m a lot to take in.  Just breathe.”

Being so easily overpowered and incapacitated by a woman: why was that turning him on so damned much?!  It helped when she eased up on the ropes a bit, allowing him to relax and take stock of the situation.  And give a little shudder as his eyes again raked down her smoldering bod.

“Had enough now?”  Her question seemed honest.  “We can go, if you li--“

“No!”  Oh god, the word just blurted out of him.  As Alice drew back in pleased surprise, he blushed.  “I-I mean, I … suppose we could go a little longer.”  He tried not to sound too eager.

“Well, well.”  Alice’s eyes smoldered delightedly.  “Sounds like someone’s enjoying himself.  I wonder: do you like being controlled?”  Her arms thrust toward him, forcing his wrists back tight against the rings.  Her body repositioned itself, her knee sliding even closer to his crotch, her bosom now swaying and undulating right before his eyes.  “Or are you simply enjoying the view?”

His breaths grew ragged again as his wide eyes drank in the sight.  “Th-The view!” he rattled hoarsely.

“Ohhh, you like that, do you?  Well, we don’t have to just look, you know.”  Her left hand pressed on his shin.  “We can also touch.”

He broke into goosebumps as her fingers traveled up and down.  Now her right hand joined in, the sensations on his shins sending wave after wave of pleasure upwards, past his thighs, sending his hardened cock into nonstop convulsions.

“Well, look at that…”  Oh god -- she was looking right at it, with hungry eyes!  “Maybe I should put my hands there.”

“Gah!” he yelped, as her fingers raked past his knees!  “This is a first date!” he reminded, like a fool!

Her hands withdrew.  “Is this too fast for you?” she asked, her sexy figure now looming over him with hands on her hips and an amused grin.  “Shall we take things slower?”

“No.”  God no.  “I just … didn’t expect … We haven’t even kissed!”

“Oh, I’ll amend that soon.  Don’t worry.  But first…?”

She was nuts!  And, you know what?  He loved it.  “Go ahead,” he conceded, with a needful stare.

She crouched partway.  “Touch it?”

He nodded breathlessly.

Her hands extended toward his crotch.  “Play with it?”

“Yes!” he begged hoarsely, dropping his hands to his sides, watching her fingers inch closer and closer and--

*Clang!*  His cuffs hit the rings beneath him.  The ropes were pulled tight -- with her fingers just a few inches away from his throbbing cock!

“Aww!”  Alice laughed.  “They really measured this out well, didn’t they?”

Theo groaned.  “You… You planned that!”

“Me?”  She placed a scandalized hand to her round chest.  “I would never!”

He proceeded to buck his hips, but her right hand stayed just out of reach.  He tried to slide along the bench -- but now her left hand planted itself on his knee and shoved him back where he was!

He groaned even louder.  “You just love toying with me, don’t you!”

“Oh yes I do,” his date quipped, running her hands along his legs again, stoking his fires.  Each time it became too much for him, he tried thrusting his groin toward her waiting hand.  And each time, she pulled away just out of reach.  Again, and again …

He couldn’t take it!  With a flustered growl, he summoned all his strength and this time heaved his arms forward with everything he had.  Catching her off-guard, he managed to lift his hands past his waist while thrusting her wrists upward!  He even managed to cop a feel of her sexy leg and ran his fingers up her hip, brushing against her tight red panties ever so briefly -- before her palms came down on his shoulders with a vengeance and slammed him and his wrists back against the wall.

“Naughty boy!”  Her breath was like fire, washing over him.  “Behave yourself!”  The words sent tingles down his spine.  “Feisty, though.  I like that.”  She had just enough slack to scrape her fingernails dangerously up and down his chest.  “Awww, don’t tell me this is too much for you…”

“No,” he grunted proudly -- though the closeness of her body, the intoxicating scent, was driving him wild!  A little more struggling and squirming, some more helpless ogling, and he began to change his tune.  “OK, it’s … it’s too much!!”

“Mmmmm … is it?”

His limbs were shaking at this point, from the useless effort of getting closer to her.  “Yes!” he rattled feverishly.

The sultry blonde bit her lip.  “So is this too much?”  She slid her chest forward, bending, advancing -- and suddenly her warm, squishy, leather-clad breasts were in his face!  Close enough to nuzzle with his nose -- and she let him!  Now close enough to rub his cheeks all across her soft swells, pressing and burrowing and soon kissing her chesty magnificence with wilder and wilder abandon.

All too soon, her glorious breasts withdrew!  He looked up in dismay, expecting yet more teasing and torment, more than he could bear … but something stupendous happened instead: she crouched down still further, and drove her lips into his.

Passionately she kissed him.  Aggressively.  Possessively.  Surprise and confusion took him, then an unthinkable surge of endorphins.  He kissed back, trying his best to match her fervor -- but she retained the upper hand.  Her lips initiated the contact every time; her tongue probed into his, ever more boldly and strongly with time.  Somewhere along the way, somehow, her wrists had broken free and now her hands joined in the exploration, raking up and down his torso wherever they pleased.  The slackened rope granted his hands free movement as well -- and take advantage of it he did.  Christ, her body felt more sublime than he had imagined!  Firm in some places; soft in others.  Strong; and supple.  Every inch of her, better than the last!  He couldn’t say how long it lasted; totally absorbed, totally engrossed …

*Wham!*  Those supple arms suddenly surged with power and slammed his chest against the backrest, sending him reeling.  In a flurry, her deft fingers unhooked the rope from the bottom rings.  Leather-wrapped torso and gartered legs rose swiftly in front of his vision; long arms reaching behind, toward the ropes hanging behind her with the opened cuffs dangling beneath.  Taking a firm two-handed grip and twisting toward him, she savagely heaved -- and his arms shot straight over his head, toward the rings still anchoring the rope up above.  Gathering and coiling the rope to her, Alice’s athletic frame braced then heaved again -- and now his butt left the bench!  Her teeth gritted; her muscles tightening all over her arms and chest and shoulders and everywhere … and then his feet left the ground for good, his body now hanging off the wall, strung up like a kite!

As if this weren’t already a breathtaking enough display of her power, the foxy woman locked her devastating gaze on him, set her jaw, then braced her muscle-streaked legs and set them firmly in motion.  As she closed the short distance between them, so too did she ratchet him higher and higher along the wall, up to her eye level and beyond.  A stunned breath escaped his lungs each time the rope inched higher.  Beauty, and strength.  It devastated his mind.

Straining but maintaining her grip, holding his entire body weight in her hands without slipping even an inch, she bored her gaze up into his.  “Who’s in control now?” she hissed.

There could be no doubt anymore.  He was at her whim; she’d bettered him so thoroughly and so well.  “You are,” he admitted through wavering, panting breath.

Her grip released -- but she caught him before he fell.  Pinned him hard against the wall, pressed her whole body to his, then overpowered him with a kiss that made the last one seem tame.  At the same time she worked her hips, grinding them into him, creating a purposeful friction against his crotch which only grew in intensity, wracking him with pleasure …

His loins burned; his lust surged!  “Alice!” he rasped into her ear.

She got the hint and withdrew.  As gravity took hold, he plummeted to the ground.  If she was surprised, or embarrassed, that he’d almost blown his load, she didn’t show it in the least.  In fact, she showed no hint of hesitation as she pried the cuffs off his wrists with a loud *Clang! Clang!* and took his hand, leading him down the steps, across the cubes, down more steps … She moved like a woman on a mission, so quickly that he had to jog every other step just to keep up.  “Settle my tab?” she told the bartender brusquely, completing the transaction without loosening her grip on his hand.  He found himself mesmerized, clutching her waist, then her garter, his earlier inhibitions now thoroughly ignored …

And then they were off, pushing through the front doors and stepping into the cool evening air.  Moving hurriedly, she led him around the side of the building.  Did she park this way?  But, passing the last parking spots, she searched briefly then stepped around another corner, and he followed and—

She was on him: taking him by the shoulders, thrusting him against the nearest wall, and descending her lips upon his.

“Wh… What are we d—Eeesh!!”

Buttons went flying as she savagely tore his shirt open at the front, then her hands briskly, fervently explored his chest and pressed him harder, as her dizzying kisses resumed.  And within seconds, her hands dropped to his belt….

“Alice!!” he yelped.

“I know what I want,” she said huskily, “and I’m not waiting.”

“But…But here!?”  Not at his house, or--

“Yes, here.”  Right here, in public.  Something he’d never, ever done before.  But damned if it didn’t add to the thrill.

Off came his belt; then down to the ground went his pants.  Such swiftness in her arms.  Such power.  He—“Uunnnghh,” he groaned, as her hand suddenly reached into his boxes and gripped his manhood; squeezing it; owning it.  Holy HELL, she doesn’t mess ar—“Ooohhh.”  Her fingers were as skilled as her tongue, pulsing and rubbing in all the right spots, at just the right speed.  Her fingers tickled his balls just before her palm slid up his shaft and rubbed across his tip. 

She put her free hand to good use, tugging down on her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed bush, which she then guided toward his throbbing erection and…

“Mmhmmhmm…”  She gave a throaty chuckle as her pussy hovered nearly a foot straight above his cock, far out of range.  She crouched; he even went up on his toes to help.  He flushed with embarrassment when this was still not enough.

“Y-Your heels,” he rasped.  “If you take them off--“

“No.” Her hands flew to his armpits and his body lurched off the ground.  She heaved high enough that his cock connected with the warm, wet softness of her outer lips.  A quick readjustment and another upward thrust from her arms sent his manhood sliding straight inside of her.

She slammed him against the concrete wall, kissed him deeply, and began to work her hips up and down.  He grabbed his arms around her back and did his best to contribute; but with his legs hanging free, maneuvering anything was hard.  But she made up for it herself, and then some: cupping his buttocks, squeezing him, gyrating her hips, bucking up and down. 

“Holy… FUUUCK,” he groaned, his heart rate soaring.  “This is … f-fantastic.  I …”

“You like that?” she hissed.  She thrust him upward, and he groaned.  “Huh, little man??”

Somehow, that insult only turned him on more.  So strange, that was.  So, so—

“Oh god,” he wheezed, feeling so unlike himself.  He was near the brink again, already…

“I-I’m … I’m getting close!” he wheezed in alarm.

“I know you are,” she hissed -- and started grinding even faster!

“Gahhh!!  Alice!”

“What -- you thought you could withstand me?” Tighter she squeezed.  “I’m too much for you to handle, little man.”  Tighter … faster … “Say it.”

“Uunngghh...”

“Say it!!”

Her next thrusts hurled him past the point of control.  The words flew out of him: “You’re … You’re too much for me!” he blurted in full honesty.  A hum of pleasure suffused her body and vibrated through him.  Her pace increased -- she was getting off on this too! 

“Say it again!”

“Y-You’re too … too…!!”

He felt the tide of orgasm surging forward, the same time as hers.  There was no stopping now, for either of them.  He climaxed inside of her just as her own body shuddered and bucked.  Their moans would have caught the ear of anyone who passed nearby, though no one did.

She let him down and slumped forward, resting her breasts into his face.  His legs felt weak; wobbly.  His hands pawed at her leather-clad torso idly as he breathed in air between her breasts in a deep sigh.

“That was …” he murmured breathlessly up at her, as she leaned back.  “Wow.”

“You said it, champ,” the tall blonde replied, with a sexy wink.  Her hand pressed his chest lightly for a moment then slid away, as she rearranged her panties and straightened her brassiere.  Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she watched with pleasure as Theo hastily put his pants back on, feeling self-conscious again.

“I … can’t believe you came too,” he confessed, feeling oddly bashful.  “Already.”

Alice hummed.  “The power trip gets me off -- as much as it does for you, it seems.”  She slid her heavy-lidded gaze in his direction -- but looked quizzical upon seeing his frown.  “What, Theo?  Clearly I wasn’t the only one enjoying it.”

Theo’s cheeks grew hot despite the cool breeze around them.  He shrugged silently.  Alice looked like he’d let her down somehow, as she put her coat on and walked beside him through the parking lot.  By the time they reached her car, though, he’d found the words.  “Look, I’ve always been an Alpha, and clearly that’s never going to change.  But, hey, that doesn’t mean I can’t mix things up a bit, now and then!  I had a hell of a time tonight, trying something new.”  He’d meant to stop there, but her heart-stopping gaze prompted a little more.  “Look, I always figured the more I … shrink … the less attractive I’d be to women.  I still can’t believe that … that you actually like me this way.  It’s confusing.  And amazing.  And … and really damned exciting.”  He bit his lip anxiously.  “So even if all that stuff might not be my cup of tea so much, the way you do it is still … spectacular.”

After a pause, Alice’s lips blossomed into a grin and she bent at the waist to approach his level.  “That’s better,” she purred, cupping her hand beneath his chin and planting one last lingering kiss on his receptive lips.

“Can I see you again?” he was the one to ask, bating his breath, trying not to sound too eager.  “I mean, why wait …”

“Mmmm.  I fully agree.  Sadly, I’m out of town tomorrow night.  Back Wednesday.  So you’ll just have to keep it in your pants until then.”

Daaamn.  She left him with a sexy grin and a longing touch on his cheek.  Plenty for him to think about, for the next unbearable 48 hours until their flame rekindled.