Alyssa sat quietly in one of Manhattan's more fashionable steakhouses as she watched her Master slice off a thin piece of meat and raise it to his mouth. Alyssa wasn't her real name of course, it was the name her Master had given her, but she liked to think it suited her quite well. Even better than her given name. She was waiting silently with her hands in her lap and trying to keep her face emotionless. She wouldn't move to touch her food until he gave her permission. The steak in front of her looked delicious and she could feel her empty stomach grumbling, but she wouldn't get a bite of it until he gave the command to eat.
To take her mind off it she glanced around the room again. The restaurant he'd brought her too was beautiful, an upscale steakhouse in heart of the city and a hard place to get a table on a Friday night. They'd been seated with no trouble though. Alyssa assumed her Master had reservations but with him it was hard to tell. Perhaps he was just well-known enough here to get whatever he wanted. It certainly wouldn't surprise her.
She raised one hand and ran it through her long wavy black hair in a vain attempt to straighten it out. She was wearing a slinky red cocktail dress that fit like it was poured over her slim one hundred twenty pound, five foot four figure. Her body made plenty of girls get jealous and plenty of men take notice. She wouldn't have minded having a bigger bust, but her B cups certainly didn't get any complaints. Especially in a dress like this.
Across the table her Master was eating with practiced elegance, acting for all the world like he was alone. He could have stepped out of a magazine. Tonight he was dressed in black Armani with a beautiful white shirt. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past the elbow now. There was something about a man in a dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up that just drove her wild. He did that well enough on his own though. He had short dark hair, a shade lighter than her own, and tonight he was sporting a five o'clock shadow that made his handsome jaw line look even more rugged.
"Are you enjoying yourself Alyssa?" His voice cut into her thoughts. That was his way; acting like he didn't know she existed then making sure she was paying attention to him. It was never good for her to be caught off guard.
"Yes Master," she said softly. "It's a wonderful place."
"Are you hungry?"
Desperately trying to keep her stomach from giving her away she eyed the juicy looking steak in front of her. "I'll wait until you tell me to eat Master," she said evenly.
"I know you're trying to be good dear," he responded, a dangerous light showing in his eyes, "but that isn't what I asked you."
"I am hungry Master," she said finally, hoping it was the right answer.
"Good," he responded. "Pour us both more wine."
Alyssa picked up the wine bottle carefully in one hand and reached across the table to fill his glass first. She rolled the it to the side as she finished pouring so as not to spill a drop and moved to fill her own glass. She's already had a full glass and was starting to feel it, but if he had to tell her to pour herself more she'd only get in trouble.
She filled her glass until it was even with his then carefully placed the bottle back on the table between them. It was a cabernet, and more than a few years old. She hadn't caught the year when Master had ordered it but tasted fantastic.
He raised his glass and took a sip, pausing a second before he swallowed, then looked back at her and smiled. He put his glass down and bent to his plate, slicing off another piece of meat that made her mouth water. With a sinking heart she realized that she might not get to eat tonight. Would bringing her here just to see food this good be too cruel even for him?
Apparently she'd been good enough to satisfy him though. Instead of eating the piece he'd sliced off Master reached his fork across the table and gently pushed the it into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, trying not to smear her dark red lipstick on his fork. Her eyes were on him as she pulled the piece of meat off his fork. As he took the utensil back she ran her tongue over her lips while she stared into his eyes for a second, before turning her gaze down as she knew she should.
He didn't say anything but she knew he liked it. He loved to watch everything she did with her mouth. The steak took her mind away from him for a second though. It was cooked just over rare so she could taste all the juices as she bit into it. Heaven. She swallowed and looked back to her Master, hoping there was more to follow it.
He looked at her with no expression other than a slight gleam in his eye. He could be so hard to read sometimes.
"How was it?" he asked.
"Delicious, Master."
"Good," he replied. "Have some more wine, they paired it well."
Alyssa dutifully raised her wine glass and took a small sip. She knew he wanted her to get drunk, but she was going to put it off as long as she could.
"You may eat now," he said as she put her glass back down.
It was all Alyssa could do to keep herself from grabbing the steak in both hands. She picked up her knife and fork as quickly as she could, napkin already positioned over her lap, and was about to cut in when she heard Master cough.
She looked up slowly, knowing how a deer caught in the headlights must feel. After all this was she going to be forbidden to eat?
"What do you have to say?" he asked with a stern look.
"Thank you Master," She gushed, shocked at herself for forgetting. Would he hold it against her?
It seemed like he wouldn't, at least not right now. All he did was smiled and waved a hand towards her, motioning her to continue. Gratefully she bent back to her plate and began slicing the steak in front of her. It was delicious. Master had ordered it cooked just like his; he always knew what she liked most.
Alyssa ate quickly, only pausing every few seconds to look up at her Master. Each time she did she found him regarding her calmly. It was like the way she'd seen lions stare down zebras on TV. At one point he reached over and refilled her wine glass. He was right about how well it went with the meal, and she'd almost drained her second glass before she realized what she was doing. She felt great though, the smell of it was so tantalizing every time she brought the glass up to her lips.
Her head was buzzing now. She knew she shouldn't have drank this much but she didn't want to disappoint her Master. It felt great too; she just had to take it easy for the rest of the night. She put the last bite of steak into her mouth and chewed, savoring the juices in it. Over her fork she could see Master's eyes following her every move. She swallowed then gave him the most seductive smile she could muster.
He smiled back and reached across the table to stroke her hand, making her stomach go all fluttery inside.
"How about pouring the rest of the wine for us dear?"
She jumped to obey but misjudged exactly where the wine bottle was. As she reached out to pick up the almost-empty bottle her hand bumped it instead and she sent it crashing off the table onto the floor.
She jumped up immediately, hands over her mouth in shock. At least none of it seemed to have splashed on Master's clothes. She'd be in trouble for a month if she ruined his suit. As it was he'd taken her somewhere nice and she caused a scene. She looked back up from the floor sheepishly, wishing she could avoid his iron gaze.
He stood as well, and as she looked at him he leaned across the table, grabbing her upper arm to pull her closer so he could put his mouth right next to her ear.
"I want you to go to the women's room to clean yourself up." Despite how quietly he was speaking it was like a scream in her ear. "Make sure no one's there then lock the door and wait."
Not wanting to make him angrier she took just enough time to grab her purse and practically sprinted away from the table. She kept her head down as she walked around him, not wanting to look him in the eye right now. Behind her she could hear the waiter apologizing and his strong voice telling them that they'd just had a little accident and it was no problem.
She knew better than that. It might be no problem for them, but she was going to pay for it one way or another. Her fear was tinged with just the slightest bit of expectation. Not knowing what was going to happen scared her, but it also gave her a familiar twinge between her legs.
She made her way to the back of the restaurant as fast as she could, dodging through the rows of tables and avoiding waiters balancing food. The bathrooms were down a small hallway away from the bustle of the rest of the place. As she approached another woman pushed her way out of the bathroom without so much as a glance. Alyssa waited for her to get out of the way so she could walk in then quickly bent down at the knees to glance under the doors of the three stalls there. Not seeing any legs she turned around and clicked the lock on the door as it swung shut.
Hoping no one needed it bad enough to call the manager and have it unlocked she cast around for something to do. The sink was done in all dark marble counters and gleaming brass work with flowers tastefully arranged between the two sinks. Seeing nothing else to do she pulled her compact out of her purse and set to making sure her makeup was perfect.
