We stepped out the front door of the hotel where a valet was waiting with Master's car. Master opened the door and gestured me inside. Once we were both settled in the car, he asked me for my pocketbook. He pulled out a satin blindfold and instructed me to put it on.
He didn't speak the entire drive, which looking back, was not that long. It could not have taken more than fifteen minutes, but at the time it felt like hours. When the car stopped, Master got out and came around to open my door. I stood up outside of the car, blindfold still on. He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. I was gently pushed into the car, so that my hands were now leaning against it. He stroked my legs before he ran his hands up my dress and started pulling down on my stockings. "But Master . . ."
"Are you questioning me, pet?"
"No, Master. I'm sorry."
When he pulled my stockings down past my knees and spread my legs slightly apart, I shuddered. I had no idea where we were and could only pray that no one could see us. He ran a finger over and inside my cunt. As horrified as I was, my body could not hide my arousal. He took his now soaking wet finger and placed inside my asshole. He twisted his finger around a bit before pulling it out. I let a moan or two escape before biting my lips to keep them closed. I then felt him penetrate my ass with something else, something I could only assume was a butt plug. It wasn't huge by any means, smaller than Master's cock for sure. But it wasn't tiny either. He then placed a small egg inside my cunt. I was quickly becoming soaked and the idea of others watching me was beginning to turn me on. When he was finished he pulled my stockings back up and turned me around. He removed my blindfold and asked, "Are you ready to eat, pet?"
We were standing at the far end of a parking lot outside of an Italian restaurant. "Yes, Master," I replied, though I was unsure if I really was. There didn't seem to be anyone around. I was fairly certain that no one had witnessed what just happened, and I was slightly disappointed. I followed behind Master, and we walked into the restaurant. It was 8:00 on a Friday night, and it seemed we just missed the dinner rush. The dining room was still fairly full, but there was no wait. The hostess smiled at Master as if she knew him, but made no remarks of the kind. She took me to a small table in the back of the restaurant. Master told me he would meet me there, and walked towards the restroom.
He returned, smiling, "Grace, be sure to order whatever you want. You must be famished after all of this evening's events. I know I am."
"Yes, Master, I am. Thank you." When our waiter came, Master ordered an appetizer and a bottle of Cabernet.
We ate our appetizer and our dinner and drank our wine as if we were old friends. We talked about "normal" things like work, the weather, and our pasts. For a moment I even forgot that this was, of course, just another part of my training. Which is why when the waiter was taking our plates away, I nearly jumped out of my seat when I felt the plug and the egg vibrate. The waiter gave me a strange look, but all I could do was hang my head down to hide what I was sure was a beat red face. Master wore an expression that reminded me of a prankster pulling off the best April Fools joke ever. The vibration stopped, and I took a sip from my wine. I looked at my Master quizzically and he held up two small remotes. I giggled at how well he had caught me off guard.
"Did you like that Grace?"
"It was embarrassing, Master, and to be quite honest I'm not sure how much I liked it. But I know that you enjoyed yourself, and that is what makes it more pleasurable to me."
Master smiled, "You really are the perfect slave, Grace."
"Thank you, Master."
"There is something you are going to do for me, Grace. It won't be easy, but you will obey all of your instructions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. Now listen carefully. When I drop my fork, I want you to kneel down to get it and slip under the table cloth. I will make sure that no one is looking, but the only way that we can be sure that no one will see, is if you follow all of these directions exactly as I explain them. Once under the table, you will unzip my pants and give me a blow job. When I tap your shoulder the first time, you will stop. When I tap your shoulder the second time, you will come back up and sit in your seat. Is all of that clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Now repeat it all back to me." And I did, word for word, exactly what I was to do. The waiter returned and we gave him our desert order. All through my New York cheesecake I remained focused on my Master's hands. I wanted to be sure that I didn't miss it when he dropped his fork. There were knots all through my stomach, and I was nervous as hell. But determination won out over my nerves. I would not let my Master down. Though he managed to make it difficult for me to focus as he periodically set off the vibration.
I was certain my chair was drenched in my juices by the time I finished my cheesecake. And that is when it happened. I quickly and deliberately bent down and crawled under the table. I made sure that no part of me was sticking out underneath, and I began to unzip Master's pants. I licked up and down his shaft and softly sucked his balls before taking him completely into my mouth. I passionately sucked on his cock, working my tongue over the head. I loved how he tasted and smelled. It was enough to almost make me come. But I resisted, even with a few more sudden vibrations of the egg and the plug. He began to throb in my mouth, and then I felt him tap my shoulder. Reluctantly, I pulled away and watched as his hands reached under the table, one holding an empty water glass. He finished himself off and filled the glass with his warm liquid. I didn't quite know what to think , but I didn't have a chance. He tapped my shoulder again and I quickly moved out from under the table and sat back in my seat.
"You have done beautifully, pet."
"Thank you, Master." The shock of the glass wore off, and I knew what he was going to have me do. I felt a quiver in my belly and awaited Master's instructions.
He slid the glass in front of me and smiled. "I am going to order a coffee and ask for the check. Once my coffee arrives you will slowly sip from the glass while I drink my coffee. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master." My heart thumped. The waiter returned to clear our dishes and Master ordered his coffee, while I declined an the waiter's offer to get me a cup as well. The waiter glanced at the glass and seemed a bit confused, but said nothing. He returned a moment later with Master's coffee and the check. I began sipping from the glass as he started to drink his coffee. His come was still warm and while I would have preferred it fresh, there was a certain thrill about drinking from the glass in front of all these people . . . it didn't matter that they didn't know what it was.
Master leaned close to me and whispered, "Continue to drink until it is finished. But we are not leaving here until you climax. You do not have to ask for permission." With that he turned both vibrators on and left them on.
