Wonderland
Chapter 1 — Slave Bells Ring
She shouldn’t hate this time of year, Ginny told herself. She really shouldn’t.
And yet it would have been so easy to hate it. The people in the malls. The maxing out of the credit cards. The continual barrage of good will towards men and the constant God bless us everyone. No, she shouldn’t hate this time of year and yet it would have been so easy to do.
She shouldn’t hate this time of year, she told herself. Even with all the crowds and the noise, she shouldn’t hate this time of year ... and she didn’t.
So that was how Ginny found herself at the mall that day after work packed in amongst all the other people, trying to find just the right gift for Grandma Kate.
Grandma Kate was one of those people. “Oh, honey, you don’t need to get me anything,” she’d say but then if you didn’t get her something, she’d be upset and of course, heaven help you if you tried to get her a gift card. Ginny had tried that once before and once had been enough. Never again, Ginny told herself. Never again.
But still, she couldn’t help but wonder what she should get for her grandmother.
She was looking at some gloves. Grandma Kate’s hands were showing their age and Ginny knew her grandmother didn’t like that. Maybe some gloves, she thought, but then she wasn’t sure if Grandma Kate would like that or if she would think the gloves only served to draw attention to her hands’ frailness.
Still ...
She’d already found a nice pair of gloves that she was holding in her hand. She could buy these right now, she told herself but the thing about Grandma Kate was you had to be right the first time because Grandma Kate didn’t believe in returns. You lived and died on the decision you made before the gift was purchased because in Grandma Kate’s mind, there was no such thing as a do-over.
“Ginny!”
The petite redheaded 24-year-old looked up and she groaned inwardly as saw her boss and his girlfriend bearing down on her. Well, she wasn’t supposed to call Linda that because Linda was her boss’s secretary but come on, everyone knew what the two of them were doing. Heck, Linda was only a couple of years older than her and Mr. Reynolds was like fifty or something. There were only two reasons why a girl would hang around with a man twice her age and since Mr. Reynolds most definitely wasn’t her dad, it had to be the other reason.
“Hey, guys,” she said.
“Ms. Fleck,” her boss said.
“Whatcha doin’?” Linda asked.
Ginny bit back the urge to tell Linda that it was none of her business. It wasn’t like she or any of the other girls at work even liked Linda but it was never a good idea to get on the bad side of the boss’s secretary. “Just doing some Christmas shopping,” she said lamely.
“Yeah? Whatcha gettin’?”
Considering that she was already holding some gloves in her hand, Ginny thought that should be obvious. Still ...
“I’m getting some gloves for my grandma.”
“That’s cool. Me and Jerry were just doing some shopping, too,” she said with a giggle.
Again, Ginny fought back the urge to say something. You shouldn’t say that, she wanted to tell the girl. You could call him Mr. Reynolds or Jeremy but Jerry ... no one at work called him Jerry ... it just sounded so ... so informal.
“I suppose we should be going and let Ms. Fleck get back to what she was doing,” her boss said.
“Oh hey,” Linda said. “I’m sorry if we were keeping you from your shopping.”
At least someone got it, Ginny thought, but she couldn’t be too forward about it. She didn’t want either one of them getting mad at her. “It’s okay,” she said lamely and hoping that the two of them wouldn’t actually decide that it really was okay if they hung around with her.
“We better get going,” Linda said. “See you tomorrow at work.”
“Okay,” Ginny agreed.
“Bye,” Linda said.
“Bye,” Ginny said back.
“Ms. Fleck,” her boss said with a nod of his head and then they were gone.
Almost as soon as the two of them had left, Ginny decided she’d buy the gloves she had in her hand. She didn’t much question where her newfound certitude had come from but she was glad she’d made the decision because it was one more person she could cross off her list.
She stood in line to make her purchase. It was yet another thing to dislike about the holidays but Ginny found herself unable to really complain. She felt like she’d done something useful and for the time at least, that was enough.
Her time came and she stepped up to one of the cashiers. “How are you doing this evening?” the girl asked.
“I’m doing fine.”
“That’s good to hear. Will this be all for you today?”
Normally, it was the sort of question that might have bothered Ginny because the answer was so obvious but this time, Ginny just nodded meekly. “Yes,” she said. “That’s all for me today.”
“That’s good to know.” The cashier rang the gloves up. “That’ll be 25.98,” she said.
Ginny handed over her credit card and the girl ran it through the reader and moments later, the girl was handing over the card and a slip of paper. “If you’ll sign this please.”
“Sure,” Ginny agreed and she signed the voucher and handed the slip back to the girl.
“Receipt in the bag?”
“Sure.”
“There you go,” the girl said. “Thanks for shopping with us and have a nice evening.”
Ginny nodded as she took her bag and then she stepped away from the counter.
She’d barely gotten out of the store when she heard the little tinkling bells ring. Not an uncommon occurrence to hear bells around this time of year only ...
Only she froze. She wasn’t sure why. She just froze.
A man nearly bumped into her motionless body. “Hey, lady,” the man growled. “Watch where you’re going.”
Ginny started to move again. She needed to be more careful, she told herself. She needed to watch where she was going.
Ginny looked in some of the other stores as she passed them by. She really should be doing some more shopping she told herself. She certainly didn’t want to wait until the last minute like she had last year, and yet ... and yet, she just couldn’t bring herself to do anymore shopping that night.
As she left the mall, she found an old Black man ringing bell and exhorting the passers by to give what they could. He looked cold, Ginny thought, and the fact that most people were pushing right on by just seemed to make him look all that much colder.
He looked at Ginny and he tipped his hat. “Evening, Miss,” he said. “Give what you can.”
Ginny wanted to help but in the next instant, she heard little tinkling bells and suddenly, she found herself stopping and disoriented. She ... she ...
“Miss?” the bell ringer asked. “You okay there, Miss?”
Ginny shook her head as if to clear it. What had she been thinking, she asked herself. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I was just ... I’m fine.”
“That’s good to hear,” the man said. “You be careful then and Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Ginny answered back and then she was rushing past him. She wasn’t sure what had happened there but she knew all she wanted was to get herself home.
Whatever her unease was, it seemed to have pretty much dissipated by the time Ginny made it to the car. She even laughed a little to herself. It really was silly, she told herself. Somehow, she’d let the bell ringer unnerve her and there really was no reason for it. As far as she could tell, she told herself, he was just a nice old man who just wanted to help people.
By the time Ginny made it back to her apartment complex, she’d put all thought of it completely out of her mind. She had to get inside, she told herself, and she had to make dinner.
She hurried inside and she turned her key in the mailbox. Sure enough, most of it was junk, there were a couple of bills and there were a couple of items that looked like Christmas cards. She’d look forward to seeing if that was exactly what they were.
“Evening, Ginny,” she heard someone say as he came up behind her and Ginny turned.
She knew this guy. She’d met him at a Christmas party a couple of weeks ago. He was one of her neighbors but she’d never met him before that day.
“You been doing some shopping?”
“What?”
The guy pointed at the bag in Ginny’s hand. “It looks like you’ve been out shopping,” he said.
“Oh ... yeah. For my grandma,” she said.
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah,” Ginny said.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
Ginny laughed to cover her embarrassment. “No, I remember you. You were at Kristi’s party.”
“Yeah? But what’s my name?”
“It’s um,” oh God, he was waiting for her to answer. Why couldn’t she remember his name?
“Yes?”
She was sure it began with a M. “It’s um, M-m-m—”
“Yes? You almost got it. You’re almost there.”
“It’s ... it’s ... Master.”
“What did you say?”
Oh my God, what had she said, Ginny wondered. Of course, that wasn’t his name. His name was ...
“It’s Mike,” she said.
“That’s it,” the man said, “but you got me interested now. Do you always go around calling men you don’t really know ‘Master’?”
Ginny shook her head. “I don’t know why I said that.”
“Yeah, but it was kind of hot.”
“It was?”
“Yeah. I’ve never had anyone call me master before.”
Ginny could certainly believe that. There really wasn’t anything all that impressive about Mike. In fact, maybe that was why he’d been so easy to forget. He was a man of average build with an average face. His hair was an average brown and his eyes, of course, were also an average brown. In point of fact, there was nothing at all that was in the least bit spectacular about him.
“Maybe you’d like to call me Master again,” he said with a grin.
“Yes, Master.”
“I was joking. You knew that, didn’t you?”
“What? Oh yeah,” Ginny said with a laugh.
“You’re funny,” Mike said. “You mind if I get in there.”
“What?”
“I need to get my mail.”
“Oh yeah,” Ginny said sheepishly as she stood aside and allowed Mike to get to his mailbox. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem.” Mike stepped forward and he opened his own mail slot. “Looks like I got nothing,” he said. “Just junk mail and bills.”
Ginny wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to that.
“Well, I guess I’ll be going,” Mike said. “See you around ... Slave.”
His tone was joking but there was just something in the way he said it, something that just felt so right and that’s when Ginny heard it, the sound of little tinkling bells.
He was starting to walk away but Ginny knew. She just couldn’t bear to have him do that. “Hey, um ... Master?”
That got him to turn around and he smiled at her. “What is it, Slave?”
He might have been joking when he said it but Ginny couldn’t help but feel just how right it felt. “I was, um, I was thinking you might want to take me with you.”
“Take you with me? Why?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? Why, Ginny thought. Why did she want him to take her with me? “I, um, I just thought maybe you might want to give me some orders since you are my master and all that.”
Mike just grinned. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s been a fun game and all that, but let’s not get carried away.”
He didn’t want her, Ginny thought. Why didn’t he want her and then Ginny remembered something that the man had said when she was coming out of the mall earlier that evening. Give what you can, he’d said. She could certainly do that. “How about I make it worth your while,” she said.
“Worth my while how?”
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” Ginny said. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
Mike wasn’t laughing anymore. “You’re serious,” he said.
Ginny nodded.
Mike seemed to think it over and then he grinned. “Well, if that’s what you want, Slave, I think maybe I can help you out.”
Ginny couldn’t help but mew when she heard him call her that.
“Come along, Slave.”
Ginny followed Mike to his apartment and she waited for him to open his door.
“Get inside there,” he ordered.
“Yes, Master,” she said as she crossed the threshold.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” Mike asked yet again.
“Yes, Master.”
Mike shrugged. “If that’s what you want then, get in the bedroom and take off your clothes.”
“Yes, Master,” Ginny said and that was all it took for her to walk into the man’s bedroom and just as he had directed her to do, she removed her clothes.
“That’s a good slave,” the man said when she’d removed the last of her clothes.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Now sit on my bed and play with your pussy and I want you to make sure I see it. You got that, Slave?”
“Yes, Master. I got it.”
Ginny did as she was told. She sat on Mike’s bed and she spread her legs so he could see what she was doing and then she let her fingers slide between her legs and she started to play with her pussy.
“Don’t be shy about it,” Mike told her. “Let me hear how much you enjoy playing with your pussy, Slave.”
“Mmm,” Ginny moaned. “I love playing with my pussy.”
“Don’t stop there,” Mike said. “Keep going.”
“I love playing with my pussy,” Ginny gushed. “Playing with my pussy makes me so hot.”
“You like playing with your pussy for me. Isn’t that right, Slave?”
“I like playing with my pussy for you,” Ginny quickly amended.
“You want to make me hard. Isn’t that right, Slave.”
“I want to make you hard,” Ginny repeated.
“Well as it so happens, you’re doing a very good job of that.”
Ginny couldn’t believe she was doing this. She didn’t really want to make Mike hard, she told herself and yet she found herself incapable of doing anything else but what she was told to do.
“Do you want to see how hard I am?” Mike asked.
Ginny shook her head.
Mike seemed puzzled, almost as if he hadn’t expected that sort of answer but then his face cleared. “Tell me you want to see my cock,” he said.
“I want to see your cock,” Ginny said.
Mike unzipped his pants and he pushed his jeans and his underwear down. “Here it is,” he said.
Ginny could see that.
“I bet you want to stroke it, Slave, so go ahead. You can do it. Stroke my cock.”
Ginny reached out and she stroked Mike’s cock.
“That’s a good slave,” Mike told her. “You’re doing just what you are told to do.”
That thought shouldn’t please her, Ginny told herself, and yet she knew it did. It pleased her that she was following directions just like she’d been told to do.
“You’re going to suck my cock, aren’t you, Slave.”
Ginny wanted to shake her head. No, she wanted to tell the man. No, she wasn’t going to do that. She was never going to do that. She wasn’t that type of girl. She ...
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes what, Slave?”
“Yes, I’m going to suck your cock.”
“That’s a good, little Slave, and if that’s what you’re going to do, then you better get started, shouldn’t you.”
It wasn’t exactly an order but it was close enough. Ginny’s mouth slid forward and then she was wrapping her lips around Mike’s cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “That’s a good slave.”
There was a part of Ginny that wanted to say no, that wanted to say that wasn’t what she was. The only thing was she couldn’t seem to pull her mouth free from the man’s cock long enough for her to be able to say it.
“Oh fuck,” Mike groaned as he ran his fingers through Ginny’s hair. “Fuck.”
Ginny couldn’t seem to stop herself. She just had to suck his cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again.
Oh my God, Ginny thought. Oh my God. I can’t believe he’s doing it. I can’t believe he’s cumming in my mouth and yet she did nothing to pull her mouth away. Instead, she just left her mouth where it was and to her amazement, she seemed to almost relish having Mike’s cum in her mouth.
“Damn,” he said. “Damn. You really liked that, didn’t you?”
Ginny didn’t want to say she did and yet, she couldn’t seem to tell the man no so to her surprise, she nodded.
“I’m surprised,” Mark said. “I wouldn’t have thought that of you.”
That makes two of us, Ginny wanted to say.
“But you’ve got me wondering,” Mike said. “I wonder just what else you might want to do.”
No, Ginny wanted to say.
“Lie down on the bed, Slave.”
Despite herself, Ginny laid down on the bed.
“I think you want me to fuck you, don’t you, Slave?”
As much as she wanted to say no, Ginny found herself nodding yes.
“What do you want me to do, Slave?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Mike rolled over on top of his body and suddenly his cock was right there. “What was that?” he asked again. “I’m not sure I heard you correctly, Slave. Why don’t you tell me what you want again.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Ginny pleaded and then she moaned as she felt Mike’s cock enter her pussy.
“Say it again,” Mike coached her.
“I want you to fuck me,” Ginny said again and again she moaned as Mike’s cock used her body.
“I thought that’s what I heard you say,” Mike said.
Ginny couldn’t help but moan again and again. Mike was fucking her in earnest now and she could do nothing more than let him do it.
“Fuck,” Mike moaned. “Fuck. Your little slave pussy was made for fucking. Did you know that, Slave?”
Ginny shook her head.
Mike groaned again as his cock continued to fuck her. “Well it was,” he said. “Your pussy was made for fucking.”
She could almost believe it, Ginny told herself. She could almost believe her pussy was made for fucking.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned, “and you know what?”
“What?”
“My cock was made for cumming,” Mike groaned and then he groaned again and Ginny knew exactly what he meant.
“Fuck, your pussy is so good,” Mike groaned.
Ginny couldn’t believe it. He was cumming inside her and more importantly, she seemed to be perfectly willing to let him do it.
“Fuck,” the man groaned as his cock continued to cum. “Fuck.”
Even if not for the same reason, Ginny couldn’t agree more with that assessment. Fuck!
The next morning, Ginny woke up with Mike’s hand draped over her body. He was snoring a bit and he seemed dead to the world. Not surprising, the redhead thought, considering the workout that he’d given her body.
Gingerly, she lifted his arm and then she slid herself out of his grasp. So far, so good, she thought. He was still asleep.
She looked around for her clothes. They weren’t hard to find. They were right on the floor where she’d left them.
When she’d picked all of them up, she looked back at the man on the bed. He was still snoring away and he seemed oblivious to what she was doing.
As quietly as she could, she crept out of the room. She’d dress in the hallway, she told herself. Better that than ...
Than what? Was she really afraid of waking him?
In a way, she told herself, she was. She didn’t know what had come over her the night before but whatever it was, she wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again and until she knew what had happened, it was probably better to play it safe so she let herself out of Mike’s bedroom and she dressed herself in the hall and when she’d done that, she let herself out of his apartment as quietly as she could.
Back in her own apartment, Ginny could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Whatever had happened last night, she told herself, it had been an aberration and that’s all it was. What she needed was a good shower and then she’d go into work and she’d forget the whole thing had ever happened.
And the more she washed away the cum, the more able she was to convince herself of that. An aberration, she told herself. That’s all it was and after the shower was done, she wouldn’t ever think about it again.
It felt good getting herself ready for work. A black skirt and a white blouse and some sensible shoes. Perfect for going to work in at a large insurance company, Ginny told herself, but most definitely, it wasn’t the type of clothes that you’d find a slave wearing so that meant she couldn’t possibly be a slave.
She thought she’d pick up some coffee on the way into work. It was, in fact, such an ordinary thing for her that it seemed like just the right thing to do. It was almost as if stopping for coffee was just what she needed to convince that whatever had happened the night before was all just a part of the past.
The coffee shop was crowded. Hardly a surprise, that. About this time of the morning, Ginny told herself, the shop was filled to overflowing. Of course, no one was really sticking around. They were just taking their orders to go. An hour from now, Ginny figured, the place would probably be empty but then in an hour or so from now, she figured she’d be at work just like the rest of the shop’s patrons.
“What’s taking so long?” asked the man in line behind her. He looked to be about thirty-something or maybe low forties. He was a big man and he was wearing a bright orange vest that made Ginny think he was a construction worker or something.
Ginny shrugged. “Don’t know,” she said. “Guess they’re just busy.”
“Did I look like I was asking you?” the man groused.
And that’s when Ginny heard it, the sound of a bell tinkling somewhere, but she hardly had time to think about that because the man was looking at her anew. “You know,” he said, “you’re a pretty, young thing.”
Ginny wasn’t sure why but she was suddenly alert. Why had he said that?
“You know, I like the looks of you.”
“Um, thanks.”
“No, thanks, needed, Missy. None at all, in fact. I like women like you.”
“Um, thanks,” Ginny said again.
“In fact I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you, Missy, if you know what I mean.”
The weird part, Ginny thought, was she was sure she knew just exactly what the man did mean.
“You mind doing something for me?”
“What?” Ginny asked and then almost immediately, she cursed herself for saying that. She sounded so eager, she thought, and she wasn’t supposed to sound eager.
“Waiting in this line is bull shit.”
“It is?”
“You bet it is, especially when there’s something better we can do.”
“Like what?”
The man’s voice dropped down real low. “Why don’t you come out to my truck and I’ll show you ... Slave.”
At just that moment, Ginny could hear some bells tinkling somewhere but more important was how her pussy felt. Oh God. Another man calling her Slave in less than twenty-four hours and her she couldn’t help it. Her pussy was wet. Her pussy was so very wet.
“So what do you say? Do you want to come out to my truck? I guarantee you it’s a better pick-me-up than some overpriced cup of coffee.”
Say no, Ginny told herself. Say no. “Sure.”
“Follow me then.”
“But what about our coffees?”
“I think we can find something even better than that to get the day started, don’t you think?”
That was just what worried Ginny and yet she found herself unable to resist so she followed the man outside to a big, white pick-up truck. “Hop inside,” the man said.
The cab was big and spacious and in spite of herself, Ginny found herself turning to face the man.
“What are you?” the man asked. “You some kind of a business person?”
“I work at an insurance company.”
“I hate insurance companies.”
Ginny nodded. It wasn’t like he was the first one that had ever said that before.
“But hey, you know what, it doesn’t matter where you work, does it. What matters is what you got under that skirt there, right?”
Ginny shrugged noncommittally.
“Why don’t you pull up that skirt for me.”
Ginny couldn’t believe it but here she was pulling her skirt up and it wasn’t like the cab of the truck was all that secluded. Any moment now, someone could walk by and could see her.
“You know, I like redheads,” the man said. “I think they’re so hot.”
Ginny just sat there. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say to that.
“You know what I want? I want to see your tits.”
No, Ginny thought. No. That was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Slave. Don’t you want to show my your tits?”
Crap. There was that word again.
“Why don’t you unbutton your blouse for me.”
No, she told herself, and yet even as she did, she could hear the tinkling of a little silver bell. Her bell, she realized. Her slave bell and even without realizing that she was doing what she was doing, her hands started to unbutton her blouse.
It felt good, she thought when she realized what her hands were doing. It felt good to do as she was told. It was like ... it was like doing what she was told to do somehow gave her life meaning.
She opened the last of her buttons on her blouse. “No,” the man stopped her. “Don’t take it off. Just open it up a bit.”
Again, Ginny did as she was told to do.
“Now, the titties,” the man said. “I want to see those.”
Ginny nodded again and she was pulling up her bra so the man could see her tits.
“Nice!” the man said. “I love pretty, little titties. Do you like showing yourself off like this?”
Ginny shrugged. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say.
“Well, I like, it,” the man said enthusiastically, “but you know what I want?”
Ginny shook her head.
“I want to see you play with your pussy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. Do it. Let me see you play with your pussy.”
That was all it took because after a moment of hesitation, Ginny was pulling her panties to one side and she was letting her fingers push up against her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
It must have been hot, Ginny thought. After all, he had his cock out and he was stroking himself as he watched her play with her pussy.
“You’re going to make yourself cum, aren’t you,” the man said.
She’d do whatever he told her to do, Ginny realized.
“Oh God, yeah,” the man groaned. “That’s it. I want to see you cum.”
Ginny couldn’t help but moan as her fingers found their way to her little clitty. Oh fuck. That was what she wanted, too. She wanted to cum.
“Are you going to cum for me, Slave?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned.
“Let’s see you do it then.”
That was all the encouragement that Ginny needed because in moments, her fingers were getting herself off as the man watched.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked when she was done.
Ginny nodded.
“But I’m sure you’ve noticed something,” the man said. “Only one of us has cum so far and I don’t think that’s fair, do you, Slave?”
Ginny shook her head.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
Ginny knew instinctively what was expected of her so without even being told what to do, she slid across the seat and then she was leaning over and she was wrapping her lips around the man’s cock.
“Mmm yeah,” the man groaned. “Mmm yeah. That’ll work.”
She just kept sucking even as the man ran his hands through her hair,
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Suck me.”
He was close. Ginny knew it. If she didn’t stop now, he was going to cum in her mouth.
But she couldn’t stop now, she told herself. She had to get him off.
But she didn’t want him to cum in her mouth.
And that’s when she finally got it. No one really cared what a slave wanted so did it really matter what she wanted. After that, it was almost a given.
He was cumming inside her just like her cock sucking mouth had wanted him to and she knew that was a good thing because she knew she was finally owning up to what she really was.
“You did good,” the man told her after she’d licked his cock clean, “but you know what? Now I’m going to be late for work.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” the man said, “but that is your cue.”
“My cue?”
“Yeah. It’s your cue to get the fuck out of my truck.”
Ginny still had her skirt pulled up and her blouse fully opened when she stepped down from the man’s cab but in a way, she knew it didn’t matter. This was what she was good for. She was a slave and it was her lot in life to do what she was told to do.