The following week, Marilyn and I decided that we would go out for dinner on Saturday night at Samuel's Steak House, the fanciest restaurant in town. We invited Lillie and Anne to join us and Jeff, and they accepted. On Saturday morning, I told Jason to draw my bath and then to pick up my dress at the cleaners while I bathed. I had developed a new habit of smoking my cigars in the tub. Very relaxing, I must tell you.
Closing my eyes I thought back on our recent life changes. The parade of hot, sexy days and nights paraded through my brain and brought a smile to my cigar-clenching lips. Life is good.
While later toweling off, I heard Jason enter the front door. As I went into the Mistress bedroom, Jason came upstairs with my dress, laid it on the bed, and knelt at my feet.
"May I get dressed for dinner yet Mistress?"
"You may get undressed. Now."
"Yes Mistress."
Jason complied and returned nacked to kneel again at my feet.
"Get up slave. You are about to be chastised."
"For what?" he replied.
"Now, because of that response your chastisement will be more severe. The reason I am going to punish you is because you just took my dress and flopped it on the bed as if it were a rag. And now, for neglecting to call me 'Mistress' you will pay an additional price. Hang up my dress properly and lay on the bed."
"Yes, Mistress, but please don't hurt me."
"I never cause more pain than tou can take, slave boy."
I decided to use a belt this time. Jason obediently laid face-down on the bed. I secured him to all four bedposts and inserted a ball gag into his mouth.
Having become pretty adept at using a belt, I now commenced. I administered forty whacks, and Jason's butt showed the results. I wanted pain but no blood. By the end, Jason would have been screaming but for the gag. I then released him and he again knelt, waiting for instructions.
"You are to wear your black pinstriped suit with a light blue shirt. I will pick out your tie. Your black dress shoes will be polished, and they better look great or you will be punished again. Now get your shower."
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Finally it was time to go to the restaurant. I brought my purse and travel humidor and we left. To anyone who might have been watching us, we would appear to be just an average, well-dressed couple headed out for a night on the town. As we arrived at Samuel's, we saw that Anne, Marilyn, Lillie, and Jeff had gotten there before us, all three ladies looking gorgeous. A member of the staff took our reservation and escorted us to the outside dining area.
"Why did you reserve for the outside Alexis," asked Anne.
"Be cause it's beautiful weather, Anne. And so we can smoke after our dinner."
Anne rolled her eyes and laughed, "You're really into this cigar thing Alexis. I hope you brought one for me!"
"Of course," I replied.
I must say that the surf and turf dinner that I had was one of the best meals I ever ate. Everyone else had the same except for Marilyn, who was worried about her cholesterol. She had grilled salmon, which she proclaimed "out of this world." We ate, we drank Bordeaux, and had a grand time. After we made our selections from the dessert tray, the waitress asked if we wanted coffee.
"Why don't we all have some cappucino," I asked. Everyone agreed and we had our desserts with the cappucino. At this point, I took out the travel humidor, and we prepared our cigars.
"Jason and Jeff, you're welcome to join us."
This was the first time I had allowed Jason to smoke in several weeks. He would have said "thank you Mistress," but I had dispensed with this reqirement because his mother was with us.
"Anne, I didn't bring a thin cigar for you. I thought that you might want to expand your horizons, as they say."
"OK dear, if you say so."
The cigars I had brought were all nice-sized Padron maduros. None of the ladies had tried a maduro before. We got them going and they were delicious. Anne remarked that this cigar was "way better" than the Macanudo that she had previously smoked.
"These are full-bodied, Anne. And maduro cigars are sweeter than others. I thought you would like it."
We laughed, talked, reminisced and smoked for the next hour. Out of the corners of my eyes, I noticed a lot of heads turning, and even some men pointing at us. Lillie obviously picked up on this as she seductively dangled her cigar, even going so far as to blink at any man she caught staring. I would have loved to have been able to check out the crotches of our male admirers. Some of the women gave us dirty looks, but a few of them sent smiles in our direction.
Finally, the meal came to a close and the bill was presented.
"It's on me," I said. This night has been special. The others protested, but I was adamant. I paid the bill, with a generous tip, and we got up to leave. Our waitress told us that we were definitely the most glamourous table at the restaurant. I added to her tip by handing her a cigar, for which she thanked me profusely, saying, "I always wanted to try one, but until I saw you folks all enjoying your cigars, now I can't wait."
