Ever since Michael had come to New York for his special work project a few weeks back, Kate found herself walking on air. Before she had met Michael several months back, life for Kate was simply a drag. For the better part of a decade prior, Kate's husband had been simply dreadful as a romantic partner. He barely paid her any mind, never taking time to make her feel pretty. Never taking the time to make her feel appreciated. He seemed to want sex with her only as a way to get himself off, caring absolutely zero for her own desires. He made her feel invisible and sometimes even worthless. Their sex life had pretty much gone down the drain along the way.
Kate couldn't quite explain why, but Michael had the effect of fully rekindling the passion inside her. He treated her in a way that was quite the opposite of how Husband had treated her. Outside of the bedroom, he made her feel like nothing less than royalty, giving her time and attention beyond what her husband was even capable of. He looked into her eyes. He held her hand. He told her how beautiful she looked. These seemingly little gestures meant the world to Kate. Michael truly made her feel like Kate the Princess.
And the attention that he paid her outside the bedroom transferred in all kinds of positive ways inside the bedroom. Her love for him had her yearning to please him. She wanted to do anything for him. She found herself wanting to surrender fully to his desires and commands. In the confines of the bedroom, Michael's touch fully turned Kate into a bitch in heat. She found herself open to experimenting sexually in a way that she never dreamed of when she was with her husband. In the bedroom, Michael's unique touch turned her into Kate the Slut. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
With Michael, Kate found herself basking equally in her dual roles of princess and slut. Both roles made her feel beautiful. Both roles made her feel appreciated. And both roles made her feel loved.
...
"How does a Mediterranean dinner in midtown Manhattan sound for this evening, my love?" came the text at 6am on a Wednesday.
Kate was thrilled to wake up to this text. She had no plans for this evening and dinner with Michael was always a pleasure usually in more ways than one.
"That sounds wonderful. Text me the time and place. Can't wait," was Kate's reply.
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Kate had come to absolutely love getting ready on days when she'd see Michael. She took the time to make herself look and feel sexy. And this fact made her feel beautiful.
She'd recently bought a keen new outfit anticipating her next outing with Michael. A flattering dark grey silky dress that was just professional to be appropriate for the workplace. Sheer sleeves and a nice low cut in front, subtly highlighting her sexy cleavage. Her princess necklace would look gorgeous with this dress.
She paid extra attention to her makeup, outlining her natural blue eyes with a dark liner and doing her lips with a new gloss that had a dark red with a hint of silver, matching her new dress and giving a hint of vixen. She would be ready for anything this evening.
She packed a quick overnight bag and headed through the kitchen toward her car.
"Late meeting this evening. I may end up staying overnight in the city," she reported to Husband.
He looked up to give a brief goodbye before burying his head in his phone at the table. Not a word about her new dress. Not a word about her long silky hair that she'd spent 15 minutes brushing. Nothing. Kate smiled and thought to herself how perfectly justified her relationship with Michael is. She headed toward the train station, feeling absolutely beautiful.
...
Before she left work for her dinner with Michael, Kate touched up her hair and makeup. She then reached into her overnight bag and turned up her princess ring and her princess necklace. These were extravagant pieces of jewelry that Michael had given her as gifts over the past several months. Whenever possible, she tried to wear these when in his presence. Doing so underscored her deep love for her master Michael. Doing so made her feel loved more than she could express.
To this point, Kate had only heard of Manhattan on the Mediterranean. A famously luxurious NYC restaurant in the upper 50s, this restaurant was hailed as one of the greatest southern European restaurants on the east coast. Serving an eclectic combination of Italian and Greek fare, Manhattan on the Med, as it was known locally, had an elite reputation. Kate had always wanted to dine there, but it was simply too expensive for her to justify. Until tonight.
The maître de was anticipating Kate, who looked simply voluptuous upon entering the foyer. This young Greek man ushered her toward some white curtains near the back. He brought her through the curtains to find Michael waiting for her in a beautiful private-ish room. This room only had a few tables. And only one was set up for dining. How special, she thought.
Upon seeing Kate in all of her beauty, Michael stood up and firmly embraced her, kissing her gently to welcome her for the evening. Wearing a dark grey suit that was perfectly fitted, Michael looked like royalty. He gently touched her necklace and ring and smiled brightly. Kate's heart nearly skipped a beat as she stared into his blue eyes.
The lovers sat and dined in luxury. The Greek wait staff were extremely attentive and engaging to interact with. And Kate would be remiss if she didn't note that they were beautiful young people, a thought that brought her back to their tryst in Athens a few weeks ago, the first night that Kate served Michael in her formal role as slave to her master. The entire setup of the evening had Kate teeming with feels throughout her mind and body. Kate felt fully alive and in love. With Michael and with life itself.
After Kate's third glass of pinot gris, Michael reached out to hold her hands and to look into her deep blue eyes. The look in his eyes said one thing. And Kate was quite ready for it. She could not wait to get back to the Marriott so that she could give herself up completely to her master.
"Kate, you may not realize it, but this is actually a private room that I have reserved for just us for the evening. I have asked the wait staff to hold off until further notice. I will have you right here." The look on Michael's sculpted English face made it clear that he was serious.
It was a good thing that Kate had had some wine, because this all seemed just a tad riskier than she would usually be up for. Sex with Michael in a Manhattan restaurant? If it was anything like their typical encounter, it would be completely wild and incredibly risky. But Kate had come to fully trust Michael in all situations. Further, she was completely hot for him in the moment. Yes, she thought, she would surrender to her master right here and now. Kate found herself panting slightly at the thought.
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Michael turned the lights down and brought Kate to an empty table in the corner of the room. He helped her climb onto the table cloth. And he gently helped position her so she was backside up. She closed her eyes and breathed. She knew that she was in for a special night.
Gently and slowly, Michael removed Kate's black stockings. Using a knife from the setting, he cut them into five pieces. He then, methodically, used two to affix her wrists to the table, two for her ankles, and one as a blindfold, taking her sight away fully. He removed Kate's panties and she lay there on that table with her ass up in the air. She had never felt this hot in her life. Her body prepared itself for pleasure, with a gentle orgasmic sensation building near her wet pussy. Kate was fully ready to submit to Michael. She could not wait for what was next.
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"Kate, you will wear one more article. It is necessary for what we are about to experience. Open your mouth," ordered Michael.
"Yes, Master," was Kate's reply. She had no idea what was happening. But she'd learned to fully submit when she was with Michael. And she learned to trust that it would be fabulous.
She next felt what seemed like a short, fat dildo entering her mouth. This was a surprise. She found herself salivating excessively as Michael gently forced it into her mouth. She then felt Michael affixing some kind of strap around her head. She could suddenly picture what was going on. This was something of an oral strapon dildo. Michael affixed it tightly to her head. She could envision it. While that short, fat strapon was shoved into her mouth, she could feel the weight of a large strapon essentially coming out her mouth. She shuddered at the thought and she felt her heart race. What was going on? What was the plan? What did she look like right now?
