Dinner & Domina

I texted you one morning. It said to meet at a hotel in town, promptly at six p.m. and the hotel room key was on the kitchen counter. You arrived, on time, and walked into an empty hotel room. I wasn't there, but you noticed something was on the bed. You walked over and there was a black crushed velvet dress, and a note. "Meu querida: shower, wash and dry your hair. Leave it down. Do your makeup. Put on the dress, but nothing else. I'll meet you at 8 p.m." The 'nothing else' was double underlined.

You got ready and slipped on the dress. It was a halter dress with a plunging neckline and a deeply open back. It hugged your body, your curves, and fell to your ankles with a slit in the center front. You could see the full length of the tattoo on your back. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror, I walked in. You turned to face me and I smiled coyly in greeting. I was wearing a floor length maroon satin dress--sleeveless and high-necked with a front keyhole cutout and side slit that went all the way to my hip, flashing my whole leg as I stepped through the door. My hair was piled high on my head with a gold cuff around the bun accentuating my long, slender neck. There was a black box in my hand which I placed on the table with one hand as I reached out to you with the other hand.

I ran my fingers down your chest between your breasts and down, down until I reached the top of the front slit of your dress and slipped my hand underneath. Your breath caught as my fingers found your warm center. "Mm, no panties, good. You followed my directions," I hummed into your ear.

Stepping aside, smiling softly, I opened the box. Inside was a jewelry arrangement. There was a locking gold collar with an O-ring in the front center. Attached to the ring were three chains. Two went to adjustable rings while one, in the center, joined to a long piece of wire bent in half. At the end of each side hung a black pearl, and each ring had a black pearl hanging from it as well.

"Come," I said and you stepped closer, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. I kissed you, then pulled out the collar, placing it around your neck with a soft click. Each adjustable ring I placed and tightened around your nipples, and holding the final piece between my fingers, grinned at you. Slipping it into your dress, I pressed you backwards and onto the bed. Sliding your dress up your thighs I pulled the piece down between your legs, gold chain brushing your soft, tremoring belly, and gently clamped the cold wire around your clit and between each fold down either side of your opening. Tightening the bend of the wire to fit snug you let out a gasp. I chuckled in my throat and pulled your dress back down over your thighs.

I left you leaned back on the bed and stood, looking down at you. You were propped on your elbows, pale shoulders bare, chest heaving just slightly. Gold chains fell from your neck and disappeared into your dress to the hidden parts of you. "Ah, I almost forgot. One last thing," I said and reached into the box again. I pulled out two gold wrist cuffs each with their own long chain joining at a clip. This I attached to the O-ring on your collar, then locked each bracelet onto your wrists. "Now, my darling, meu querida, you have a certain challenge ahead of you tonight. All of those chains are very fine, very delicate, and very expensive. You're going to have to be mindful of how you move tonight, so you don't break one. If you do, I will have to punch you. Severely," I continued, crawling over you. My eyelids were heavy as I asked, "Do you understand Pet?" You nodded quickly. I raised my eyebrows.

"Yes, Domina," you whined. I smiled with teeth again and stood, pulling you with me.

"Good, let's go. Your Mistress is starving."

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We got in the car, you in the passenger seat. Before I started the engine I leaned over the center console and slid my palm up your thigh and under your dress. I hooked a finger around the chain leading to your clit clamp and tugged slightly. "Your task tonight is to do as I say, speak only when spoken to, and to look beautiful on my arm," I said.

"Yes Mistress," you said with an eager nod. I slipped my finger down between your folds and teased your opening. Leaning closer, I whispered to you.

"This acts almost like a cockring, giving both stimulation and keeps you, well, hard," and pinched your clit between my fingers. You arched in the seat and gasped. "We're going to dinner, and it will be a few hours," I said with a smile and started the car. We arrived a short while later and I walked around to your side. Opening the door, I stopped you from getting out. Pulling a smaller black box out of my handbag, I lifted out a leash. It had a maroon leather handle that matched my dress and a more solid gold chain which I clipped to the ring on your collar. I leaned down and smiled sweetly before kissing you deeply for a moment. "Come Pet, I think we might be late for dinner."

I helped you out of the car and, holding the leash on one hand, guided you up the walkway to a towering building with an arched brick facade. The large wooden doors opened before us and we entered a long hallway. Only the sound of our heels on the tile floor and my satin dress swishing against my legs as we walked could be heard echoing around us. We came to another set of wooden doors with two open-shirt, bare-chested butlers in tuxedos on either side. They were heavily muscled and wore dark eyeliner smudged into a smokey look. They bowed slightly and opened the doors simultaneously which revealed a large circular dining hall.

"The Countess, and her Companion," one of the two men announced into the room. Everyone turned to look at us. We were the last to arrive and the room was full. I smiled, flashing gold fangs behind my blood-red lips. Pulling your leash just so I moved to a table near the middle of the room that had only one seat open. My name was on a placard on the salad plate. You scanned the room quickly as we entered. Posted at all doors were more muscled butlers. There were braziers all around the room with fires lit within them, and a large crystal chandelier overhead. There was a small stage in the center, with a view from every table. At the moment it was empty of people but it was adorned with velvet fabric draping over the edges to pool on the floor, pillows and cushions, and flowers in fine vases. What you then realized was that everyone else was dressed very finely, but all either had an air of authority and command about them or were adorned in various accoutrement not unlike your own and in positions denoting submission.

We arrived at our table and I sat in the only chair. A cushion had been placed in the seat, and I set this on the floor. "Take a seat my darling," I said and gestured to the floor. You looked around, unsure. "Pet," I said with a warning in my voice. You quickly decided to sit on the cushion. I purred and ran my claws over your scalp, bringing your head to rest on my bare thigh. "Good girl," I cooed at you. Suddenly a bell rang out through the dining room. Servers, male and female, topless with gold leaf covering their nipples and tracing beautiful designs down abs and along collar bones and shoulders, entered. They all wore submissive collars, and crimson silk loincloths. They entered the room through the farthest door bringing trays of plates and began to serve each table the first course. But, only the people seated at the tables were served. You looked around confused.

"Mistress, what ab-" you start but I look at you sharply, silencing you.

"Oh, Pet, I said don't speak unless spoken to. You've disobeyed me, now I need to reprimand you. Hmm," I say, feigning thinking. I grab your chin and lean over close to you. "Crawl under the table darling, I have another meal waiting for you." Your eyes go wide with realization and your breathing quickens. "I'm waiting, and I don't like to be kept waiting," I say and raise an eyebrow at you, lifting a lip back and flashing a gold fang.

"Yes Domina," you stammer out and slip under the table. I uncross my legs and feel you slip my dress up. I smile and begin cutting my filet mignon. It's medium rare, and the plate runs pink. "Are you hesitating, meu querida?" I ask between bites.

"No Mistress, never," you say and I feel your tongue on me. To your delight, you discover that I am also not wearing underwear. As you press your tongue into me and suck my clit into your mouth, you hear me holding a muffled conversation with the others sitting at our table. Suddenly you look over and another submissive has been sent under the table. You watch as he undoes the button and zipper on another man's fitted suit pants, and a large brown cock emerges. He takes too long and his master's hand is suddenly on the back of his head, pressing him down forcefully onto his cock. You hear me stop mid sentence, and you hastily go back to servicing me. But you weren't fast enough. Suddenly my palm is against the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair. You moan as I press your mouth into my mound and grind against your tongue.

"I didn't tell you to stop darling," I say to you under the table. I hold you there firmly for a few minutes. You moan into me, eyes rolling back, and suddenly your head is pulled back, my juices dripping down your chin. "Come out now Pet," I call and you crawl out into the warm light of the hall and return to your cushion next to me, looking up expectantly. I smile down at you, one corner of my mouth turned up, smug. Leaning over I take a cloth napkin and dab at your chin. Not enough to wipe it all away, just some. Then I take a piece of steak and hold it out to you. You take it gingerly with your teeth from my fork and chew slowly before swallowing. It tastes of garlic and rosemary and blood. I hold my fingers out to you, and you take them into your mouth, sucking and licking the herbal steak juices from them. An androgynous cherub of a server with bouncing golden curls and angular cheek bones leans over my other shoulder.

"Champagne, Countess?" I smile and whisper at them, too low for you to hear, as they fill my glass with golden, sparkling champagne. They dip a curtsy and move on, and I take a sip and muse a hum. "Here my love, its divine," I say as I dip a gold-nailed fingertip into the glass and bring the wet digit to your mouth. Your lips part and you take in my finger for my moment. "How do you like it?"

"Delicious, Domina. Like you," you say, dipping your chin, but I see the smile on your lips as I take another sip. I feed you another piece of steak and then begin to chat with the man to my left. You look around and see the other submissives in various positions around their dominants. Some are standing at restful attention behind them, some are kneeling on the floor with their foreheads pressed to the cold tile, some are seated on cushions to the side of them like you. You sit there by your Mistress and are fed tiny morsels of each course of the meal that is brought out by the Dionysian servers. Wild mussels steamed in white wine, grilled vegetables in a honey glaze, buttered baguette. Sips of champagne between to cleanse the pallet.

Part way through the meal another bell rings and a new group enters the hall. They are dressed in fine robes of silk and gold, adorned in fine leather straps and chains. Similarly to the servers they are decorated in gold leaf across breasts and collarbones. But each, is wearing a porcelain mask. You stretch to try and peer around the table to see them enter, but you could only catch a glimpse until they passed by, headed towards the raised stage dais in the center of the hall.

"Ah, now the show begins," I say setting down my fork and running my fingers through your hair.

Your eyes go wide at the implication of my words as the group, five in total, make their way through the room. They all begin to strip off their robes and waist wraps revealing their leather bondage, chain jewelry, and body paint. One woman is voluptuous with large breasts and curving waist and wide hips, her skin as pale as milk with red, curling hair. To your surprise, she is wearing a golden strapon and she strokes it gingerly. Another woman is short and slender, her breasts petite and her skin a warm brown. Her hair falls in a black satin curtain down her back, brushing the crest of her small ass. A third member of the group is androgynous and neither appearing masculine nor feminine, but something in between. You realize they are the golden-haired cherub who served your Mistress champagne. One man is not short but also not tall, broad-shouldered and square-jawed with tanned olive skin and a mop of curling back hair falling over blue-green eyes with a matching goatee. The last of the group is a tall lithe but muscular man with dark skin, and a mohawk of twisted, short locs. A tightly-trimmed beard covers his jawline and his eyes are as dark as onyx. Beautiful, each of them.

The crowd grows hushed and music begins to play from somewhere as all five entertainers take to the raised dais. As if spurred by the symphony, they begin to twist and move in a five-partnered dance. They become an intricate weaving of limbs, a multi-hued kaleidoscope of bodies, curving hips, bunching muscles, soft flesh. They are dancing, and yet kissing and touching and gripping and holding and clawing and biting. In some instances it is difficult to tell where one person ends and another begins, who is partnered with who. They pause, and dip and fold, kneel and stand with the music. The first song ends and they each freeze in their final positions, and the room erupts in applause. Their bodies are glistening with sweat, their chests heaving with exertion.

Then a slow, melodic piece begins to play, and the performers break from their statuesque positions and begin to fall together on the pillows and cushions and velvet. This is still a performance, but it is heavier, darker, sensual. The touches linger longer, the kisses go deeper as hands reach for breast and waist and hip and cock. The Venus with the strap approaches the Cherub, and like Eros enthralled they fall upon her golden cock. Both men turn to the woman with the silken black hair and pull her between them, kissing and biting and touching every inch of her until finally she takes one cock between her slender legs and the other cock into her mouth.

You feel the heat begin to blossom between your own legs and rise into your chest and cheeks. You look nervously around you, and find that many of the attendants--though eyes still locked on the performers before them--have begun to either touch themselves, or have reached for their submissives. The man from beneath the table has once again accepted his master's cock into his throat, head guided by a broad dark palm as the man's similarly onyx-colored eyes are watching the entertainment. A blonde woman in a black suit at the table to the right of ours has pulled her pale, petite auburn-haired submissive into her lap facing the performers and you watch as her hands work deftly between their legs. Two other masters, a man with short-cropped salt and pepper hair and a woman with black braids twisted into an elegant bun at the next table, are kissing heavily--their thoughts only on each other as their submissives watch on.

You turn back to the dais to see that the olive-skinned man is now bent over on his hands and knees, his face between the legs of the Venus while the other man takes him from behind. The Cherub and the long-haired petite woman have fallen into each others arms and find themselves in alternate positions lying on their sides, each with their arms wrapped around the other's hips as they dive into each other's sex. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal and you feel your own clit jump at the sight. Suddenly I reach down over your shoulder and tug on the golden chain that travels down your stomach to disappear into your dress. You gasp involuntarily as I smile next to your ear. "Are you enjoying the show, meu querida?" I ask.

You nod your head violently and stammer out, "Yes Domina, I am." I chuckle darkly pulling your hair to the side so I can bite the nape of your neck gently with my golden fangs. You arch back which causes the chain reaching from your collar to pull on your swollen clit and you double forward in response. I grip your hair and pull you back upright just enough to pull the chain taught and expose your throat once more to my teeth. But instead of biting, I kiss and suck lightly along the line of your neck, letting your head fall away to rest in my palm. Reaching around with my other hand, I tug on a chain leading to your breasts and pull at your nipples as my teeth once more find your flesh. You hiss in a breath and then let it out in a quiet moan, your clit pulling against its chain.

"Now be a good Pet," I whisper in your ear. You turn to look back at me and I have spread my legs for you. My pussy is gleaming, and you turn, supporting yourself with your wrists bound on the cold tile and lean against my inner thigh before taking my clit in your mouth. I press you hard into my center and moan as my clit rolls across your tongue. "You're so good at that, you always please me so well," I tell you and you moan into me at the praise. Then your tongue is darting in and out of me, coating your chin in my wetness. You look up at me, and my eyes are on the stage, eyelids heavy, lips slightly apart as I watch. You take my clit once more, sucking it into your mouth and rolling it with your tongue. Suddenly my hand is at the back of your head pressing you firmly against me so I can ride your face. You moan into me again, and I buck against you. "That's it Pet, there," and I come hard against your tongue, there in front of all to see. You whine and when I release you, smiling down at you, you rest your head on my thigh and close your eyes as I pet your hair softly.