Although I slept alone last night, there was a note on my mirror when I woke up, so I'm guessing that things might start getting back to normal. Here's hoping!
How the hell am I going to do that? I need a plan.
This kind of reminds me of a time, ages ago now, just a month or so before we stopped using safe words. Master had taken me out to dinner. The restaurant was very posh, which of course Master and I found humorous, all the waiters in penguin suits talking like their shit don't stink. Master is obviously fond of formal dinners, but he doesn't take kindly to people looking down their noses at him. Or possibly it was the waitresses comment about my collar that had him riled up.
I couldn't actually believe it myself. She commented, after seating us, that she wasn't sure if a collar was acceptable in the restaurant's strict dress code, and asked me to remove it. She was polite and all but I didn't appreciate her holier-than-thou attitude.
Before Master could argue, I removed my collar. It wasn't worth the trouble. Once she left though, Master winked at me.
"Would you like to have a bit of fun while we dine in such splendid company?"
"What have you got in mind?" I asked with raised eyebrows.
"Well these table cloths are quite long; I'm sure that if I dropped a umm" He looked around for a moment before innocently picking up a menu, "If I accidentally dropped this menu under the table that such a long table cloth would hamper my view so that I couldn't retrieve it."
I snickered. "Oh then whatever would you do?"
"Well, being a mere woman you wouldn't be embarrassed to crawl under the table to fetch it would you? Where as a gentleman such as myself would be risking his honor on such a mission" He smiled at me, that smile turns my heart every time. I smiled back.
"I see" I pretended to consider such a dilemma for a moment, before asking in the best empty-headed impersonation I could muster "Then I have a suggestion Master. If such a thing were to happen, I would gladly crawl under the table in your place to save your honor. But Master I have a great fear."
"What is your fear kind lady?"
"I fear that because I've not yet had dinner I will not have the sustenance to crawl out from under the table and resume my seat."
Master stifled a laugh. "I am sure I could provide you with enough sustenance for you to complete your journey, but you must trust me."
"I trust you"
He grinned then and quickly flicked the menu onto the floor beneath the table. "Oops"
"Oh dear, is it as bad as you feared?" I feigned concern.
"Unfortunately it is dear Lady. I cannot see the menu because the table cloth is in the way."
Quickly I scanned the room, and seeing everyone appeared to have their attention elsewhere, I dropped to the floor and scooted under the table to retrieve Masters menu.
Master wasted no time in freeing his cock from his trousers, already slightly damp at the tip with pre-cum. I held my mouth just above it for a few moments, so he could feel my warm breath. His cock twitched bumping up against my lips and I needed no further encouragement to kiss down along the shaft to his soft inviting ball sac. Just as I was sucking the first nut into my mouth I heard footsteps and then the waitress's voice asking Master if he was ready to order.
To increase the sensation I placed just the pads of my fingers around Masters glands and twisted slightly, left then right then left again, as if I was tuning a radio. I heard his voice tremble a little as he replied. "Yes thank you. For an Entry... uhm..." the pitch of his voice wobbled for a moment but he managed to say "two small prawn cocktails, and a plate of mini spring rolls to share"
The word "share" came out as such a squeak, I nearly swallowed the nut I had in my mouth, but he didn't attempt to push me away or tap me with his foot or anything, so when I was sure I could release his sac without laughing I moved my mouth to tease the head of his cock, licking and kissing quietly.
"What would you like for your main course sir?"
"Oh, uhm can we think about that for a bit longer ma-my Lady is nnn-not back yet. I don't... couldn't guess what she would want."
"No problem sir. I'll take your order when I bring your Entry if it pleases you" I can only imagine the look on her face Diary, but I bet it would have been priceless.
I poked my head up so I could speak to him. "Pssst I think I've got enough sustenance to complete the journey back to my chair. Let me know when it's safe?"
He glanced around "Quick! Quick!" And I was quick, like greased lightening. It was just bad chance that a stately gentleman across the room looked over at the exact moment. His eyes almost popped out of his head, however he did give us the thumbs up once he recovered.
"You're blushing" Master teased.
"Here's your menu sir" I replied curtly.
He laughed. "Here comes first course. Don't blush now!" I noticed nonetheless his cheeks were a rosy color and couldn't help winking impishly at him.
The waitress placed the food in front of us and pulled out her little note pad again, tapping her pen against it impatiently.
"I'll have the sweet and sour pork, veggies on the side; and the caramel cheesecake for desert. Thanks" I told her, edging my plate closer.
"That sounds good." Master said, nodding in my direction "I'll go for the grilled salmon and oysters, skip the sauce, and the caramel cheesecake, but minus the cream."
"Drinks?"
"The best red wine you have"
"Will that be all?"
"Yes, thank you"
With her gone, we were free to enjoy ourselves, but I realized after a while I had that feeling – you know the one, where all the hair on the back of your neck stands up and you look around thinking you are being watched – well we were being watched; by the older man who had waved earlier.
Why anyone would go out to dine alone is beyond me but different strokes for different folks, so they say.
Master noticed it too, and lent closer to me, speaking quietly. "Does it make you wet being so dirty in such a high-class public setting?"
"It does Master"
"Well it doesn't do anything for me" he said, sitting back and looking away, chewing on a spring roll seemingly uninterested.
I fell for his ploy of course. "Tell me what would turn you on then?"
A grin over took his face setting his eyes alight "Crawl under that guys table, and make him cum."
I choked, coughing and spluttering gracelessly drawing the attention of everyone in our end of the restaurant. I blushed all the way down to my nipples I'm sure, and chocked out "You're not serious!" Inappropriately loudly.
Master waited until everyone had looked away and resumed their conversations before replying, "I'm completely serious my pet. If I remember rightly you agreed that I can use your body in trade with other men, or force you to service other people. As it is I'm not forcing you. You bought it up"
I wiped my mouth with a napkin, giving myself thinking time. The Guy looked clean at least, but what the hell do you say? I soon found out.
"Alright. Goodness, I hope I don't get seen. What if he says something?"
"I'm right here if something goes wrong. Are you doing it before dinner gets here? You best be quick, looks like he's almost done."
With an embarrassed smile I left making my way indirectly to the gentleman's table.
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