A Late Lunch - slave girl sara
Another true story from the archives during my training with Don Brown and his sub wife Daisy, mid 2019
A few weeks ago on one of those days when it still felt like winter it was about three thirty in the afternoon and the day was dulling in.
Sir had taken Daisy and me out for a late lunch at a restaurant he liked, believe it or not, run by of Sir`s friends.
We all enjoyed the afternoon and were the last in the dining area.
"Right Daisy, time gather your things for home."
I stood and picked up my phone and bag.
"Not you sara, you are staying to pay our bill,"
"Not sure I have enough on me Sir."
"Oh, silly, you will not need any, you will be paying in kind."
"Do you mean washing up Sir?"
There was a chuckle behind me, it was Mr Lewis the owner, two waiters and a waitress who had served us.
I realised what Sir meant.
"Oh yes Sir, thank you Sir."
"Mr. Lewis will drop you off on his way home this evening."
"Yes Sir and thank you Mr. Lewis Sir."
Mr. Lewis was an old school teacher type from my recent past and always spanked someone in the room, and naughty ones stopped behind for a naked strapping, young men or young ladies, made no difference.
Looking back he did us a service in the way we all ended up as proper adults.
The worst was he told our Fathers what and why so we got more when we got home.
Daisy excused herself to the ladies and took me with her, I sat and had a Pee, she pulled some toilet roll and wiped me when I stood.
"Be a good girl sara or you will end up down Sir`s corridor overnight, me too."
Down the corridor at home was Sir`s dungeon, a room where severe punishments take place, it tests the faith of everyone who enters, believe me.
"What will happen Ma'am?"
I always call her that when I am scared.
"Nothing you have not enjoyed in the past precious; just remember in whose name you are here for."
"I won't let him down Ma'am, or you."
I kissed Sir and Daisy and waved as they drove out of the car park.
I was taken into one of the many function rooms, tables were joined together, and the waitress was putting a few tablecloths on them.
"Right guys, are you listening, you too sara?"
I nodded.
"All four of us and sara will each get some cards, no one looks at them and they go in a pile in front of each of us, face down.
We will all turn over a card and the highest card removes an article of sara's clothing, when it`s sara's turn if she gets a picture card, we all remove a piece of own clothing.
Should anyone turn over two highest cards they too will take a turn on the table, agreed?" we all said yes.
The game started and the waitress turned an ace as my hands went to my head.
She removed my jumper and put her hand down my bra and squeezed my nipples.
Next one of the waiters won with a nine and he took off my jeans and rubbed my wet crotch over my knickers.
The next draw saw the other waiter win with a ten and he enjoyed springing my tits as my bra fell to the floor, another squeeze and I came in my pants.
Mr Lewis spoke, "The next, and last winner gets keep her knickers."
Surely not the waitress, yep with an eight.
Her hand went down my knickers and she fingered me and licked her finger before dropping my knickers to the floor before picking them up and putting them with her coat.
"We have 4 positions available, the head of the table takes her mouth, the foot of the table her pussy, remember no bottom with sara, but our Elle has all holes available."
I saw Elle gulp and blush.
"Then a wanking position each side, when your time comes to head the table Elle you may choose to sit on her face."
"Thank you Mr. Lewis."
"Condoms for all but mouths boys." he handed them out.
