"An interesting turn of events," Robert murmured, scanning his former slave's face as she was sitting opposite him after lunch in their early afternoon having a glass of wine.
Service and pace of movement at their seaport restaurant had lessened considerably after lunch hour ended. In a quieter, much calmer atmosphere, they could finally do away with surface pleasantries.
He admitted to himself her announcement was not without a slight twinge of reluctance. It caught him by surprise. He looked at her long, graceful neck. Marks of her collar were now gone. In their place, was a long strand of white pearls, a family heirloom, hanging with ease down her graceful white dress front. Tones in her light bronze skin were brought out by a dull necklace gleam offset with startling whiteness of fabric.
"Things do happen, things change, we all change in time," Kathy admitted.
Robert asked; "Yes, but how? I'm curious."
Kathy only smiled.
As he recalled, narrowing of her eyes heralded that she was going to be teasing and playful with an ever-present undertone of danger. Physical challenge might not be offered any longer but he felt a slow, familiar, hardening of his sex between his legs.
Kathy was not a type to smile often. Her grin was wholly honest when she smiled. She turned him as she looked at him without physical touching him.
"Should I spare you my details?" Kathy asked softly.
Their old familiar corner was very dimly lit even in bright daylight. This place had few windows. She moved along the long, curved, plush velvet-covered sofa sitting very close to him.
Her perfume scent caught his nostrils. A mixture of spice and musk mixed with her scent was uniquely intoxicating.
"My little one," Robert started to say, placing his large warm hand upon her knee and pressing his fingers into tops of her firm thighs.
Continuing Robert said; "things left unsaid serve as a reminder - and become a mechanism for regret or apologies."
She was startled a little at his initial touch, quickly recovering. Leaning forward, she took his earlobe between her red lips and sucked on it softly, not caring if others saw her.
She let it go, only to whisper into his ear, "But of course, Robert, then as you wish."
Kathy proceeded to speak as his fingers caressed sensitive backs of her knees. "It was now about four months after our agreement to terminate all our intimate relations. I was hanging around other clubs, avoiding our favorite club called 'Lamplight.' I did not want to see regulars we knew; it became one of those things when I went by myself. I was not even seeking any fun that night. I went to a new club called 'Blue Note'. I doubt if you have been there."
Kathy continued on; "As it happened on that night when I first went, 'Blue Note' has a fetish theme every Thursday night. I didn't know about that, so I walked in, gave up my coat and ordered a dirty martini with stuffed olives. Blue Note's tables were all pushed aside, with space cleared to be what I thought was to be a dance floor. I reclined against bar's soft black leather edge among a few discriminating well dressed patrons waited for a band to appear. I naturally assumed that there would be live music."
Robert put his palm on Kathy's knee in a familiar touch.
Kathy wriggled as she felt her former Master's palm move to her knee slowly inching its way up her thigh.
Occasionally, his fingers closed into her flesh slowly kneaded it with a sensuous arousing touch. Kathy made no effort to stop him.
Robert murmured very softly; "It is a good thing that long tablecloths exist," making his intentions clear.
Kathy answered; "Ahhhhh, yes, good thing indeed. Robert, don't stop."
She blushed looking at him again. If he was excited, he hid it very well for there was nothing betraying his true emotions, nothing penetrated his impassive face.
Continuing on, Kathy related her observations; "There was no band. I could hardly see what was happening through a throng of unusually dressed people in fetish clothing. But, I didn't have long to wait. Soon, music started with plenty of raw bass and drums. It sounded primeval, uninhibited, and provocative."
"A man walked out to middle center cleared floor space. Not too tall, blondish, with a massive chest. He held a leash. On other end of his leash was a lean redhead, crawling behind him slowly. She had nothing on except her leather collar with a pair of ankle cuffs"
Kathy breathed deeply then sighed; "with slightest of movement I saw an exquisite play of muscles over her body. Both these people obviously worked out frequently. While her breasts were flat fried eggs, they were firm; long length of her thighs and upturned ass was a sight that stirred my senses."
Robert spoke, "Kathy did what you see that aroused you?"
