Clara prepared for the evening. She dressed in her black lace bustier, g-string panties, and black stockings. She slid on her black leather ankle boots and stood admiring herself in the mirror. She turned and walked away from the mirror with her head turned so she could admire her ass. She wondered if her Master appreciated her efforts to meet his needs and instructions but, whatever the case, she felt so sexy dressing provocatively. She knew from past experience the visual titillation of her legs encased in sheer black stockings was enough to arouse her Master to the point that he would often simply take her at the nearest opportunity.
Clara slid on her trench coat and left with her bag and purse and walked to the bar where she was to meet her Master. The cool air swirling around her thighs reminded her of her erotic dress and she felt her wetness for the first time that night. Clara remembered on particular experience where she had gone to a concert dressed in a similar manner and Master had taken her in a utility closet in the car park as they returned to his car. She smiled at this memory and quickened her pace as such muses only served to heighten her desire to be with him and respond to his reaction to her.
She entered the bar and took a seat in the corner and ordered a vodka cooler. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a young man watching her intently in the semi-darkness. She got up after her drink arrived, looked at her watch to see if there was time and walked up to the man. As she walked to him she hoped her eyes had become alluring; that her pupils had dilated to show him her interest in him. She knew her dress was provocative and hoped he would get the broad hint she was trying to project. She pulled on his wrist and placed it between her legs and she felt him feel her stocking top and bare thigh and his hand clenched her skin briefly in response to her boldness.
Clara then smiled coyly, pulled her body back, his hand trailing briefly across her thigh, and walked to the back of the bar and entered the men's room. The young man followed and found Clara standing in a stall, her coat off. The man entered the stall and closed the door. Clara turned to him and before he could comment he felt his pants being unfastened.
Clara felt his heat in her hand and she masturbated the young man's cock as she turned away from him and put one hand on the wall. She pulled him fully erect and spread her legs so she straddled the toilet. She felt firm hands grab her hips and the man moving closer to her. His moans and grunts indicated his desire for her.
"Fuck the crack of my ass!" Clara demands.
He lifted her coat and dress up and then bent down and licked the crack of her ass wetting it with his saliva and began to rub his hardened shaft on her ass. His pace quickened and Clara placed both hands on the wall and resisted his force. She coaxed him by huskily intoning, "Use my crack...next you can fuck my ass." He responded to her exhortations and she felt a warm wetness as he came on her ass. Clara slid around and sat on the toilet and bent down to suck him dry, pulling every ounce of cum out of him. He slumped against the wall of the toilet stall and she rose and opened the door and exited the stall. She was pleased his masturbation was so perfunctory. Obviously he was highly turned on by her. She smiled and prepared to leave the stall.
Standing in the washroom was Master.
"Did I approve any pre-training activity bitch?" The word 'bitch' reverberated off the tile walls and floor and the word hung in the air as if to emphasize his displeasure.
With that firm admonishment Clara stood before him at a loose posture of attention, eyes looking down. Just then the young man passed her and Clara's pulse quickens at the thought of his desire and her deep seated needs. But now Clara has another concern...
She stood before her Master trembling. Clara knows that he did not instruct her to have any sexual contact or dalliances during the week and had been instructed to masturbate with a specific object under strict conditions. She had complied with him up until just a moment ago. In other situations her non-compliance had been reported to him by herself but in this situation there was no language or method of delivery that could mitigate her failure to meet the conditions he had set out for her. Clara had been caught red handed. For all she knew he had been standing outside the stall for the entire time and she felt a mounting shame coupled with anger at her own selfishness.
The young man left the stall and flashed a victorious smile at her and this action only served to make Clara more ashamed. As his cum dripped down between her ass and marked the hard tile floor Clara realized that her Master may invoke a punishment she will never forget. She stole a quick glance at him and could tell from his gaze he can see the legacy of her momentary moment of pleasure. Yet Clara rocked her hips slightly back and forth subconsciously remembering the heat of the patron's cock riding her ass crack and it only increases her longing for to make amends to her Master.
"You know that was unacceptable?" Master said his voice flat.
