. 03

We get back to the room where you lead me to the shower, where we take our time washing each other carefully, enjoying each other's bodies, your hands tracing over the marks, angry red welts on my skin.

"Are you sure are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask.

I smile telling you "better than fine, I could not wish for a more perfect way to start the day, I love being marked as your property."

We spend the rest of the morning lounging around my room, alternating between the bed, the lounge and the balcony, you wearing a sports bra and surprisingly modest briefs, me just in my underwear as you refuse to let me put more clothes on... you wish to see your marks upon me.

Lunch time approaches and you return to your own room to dress, preparing for our seven-course meal at the local winery, the gift I've given you for your birthday and we are both excited to see how it turns out.

The soft knock at my door reveals you in beautiful little black dress and black pumps, casual yet sexy, perfect for this occasion. I notice that your handbag seems a little large for a lunch date but hey, I am no fashionista so I don't comment.

The limousine whisks us off to the winery, where we are greeted by the Matre de and lead to our table next to the full length glass windows overlooking a beautiful garden, outdoor furniture scattered beneath beautiful shady trees creating the perfect setting for our afternoon.

The first course arrives and it is beyond delicious, the wine perfectly matching the flavours and accentuating the unique talents of the chef.

Each following course seems to get even better and better, until the fourth course where I am feeling a little tipsy and somewhat bold, bold enough to comment "you are looking so hot right now I might not be able to restrain myself and end up bending you over the park bench in the gardens just outside the window."

You giggle, opening your bag slightly I get a glimpse of BBC nestled inside.

"You know David... its funny you say that because I was thinking the same thing about you!"

We both burst out laughing that our thoughts are so aligned.

The sixth course arrives and you tell me that perhaps I'm getting are just a little too cheeky and it's time to put me in my place again. You hand me my collar and the Honey Birdette butt plug. "Go on slave."

"Must I in public?"

You laugh "Well slave yes, if you want me to be proud of you... are you not proud to be my slave in public?"

"Yes Mistress... I mean, no Mistress, I mean.." I concede defeat and retreat to the bathroom where I buckle the collar on tight and slipping the plug in. As I walk back to you I feel the familiar sensation of that plug rolling around stimulating my ass, making me hard knowing that this feeling is yet another symbol that I am yours, ignoring the giggles of the other patrons as they notice, nudging each other to point out the property of Nina.

I sit down and you smile, noting my collar is positioned so you can see the tag.

Our lunch comes to an end too soon, and we retire to the garden with a bottle of champagne, and enjoy the fresh air, the wind blowing through the leaves and continue to celebrate your birthday, agreeing that every course except one was perfect, with the kingfish cevice being the only let down with a creamy sauce rather than the crisp citrus we were both expecting.

I tell you that one of my stories has been published and we chatter excitedly about what the next chapter may hold until it is just starting to get dark.

"Come on" you say "I need to walk", so we decide to walk back up the driveway before we call the limousine, arm in arm and still talking non-stop until you stop, seeing the farmers shed down a short side track. The mischievous glint in your eye returns as you pull me by my hand, leading me into the shed where you spot a four-wheeled motorbike with large racks on the front and rear. "Hey Dave do you remember that time when you were in Broome and you sent me all those photos?"

"Yeah why?"

"Assume the position Slave!"

The penny finally drops and I lean forward over the rear rack of the motorbike until I am just barely reaching the handlebars

"Like this mistress?"

"Exactly like that".

I smile as you unbutton my pants and drop them around my ankles, the anticipation building as I hear you rummaging in your bag and before I know it I feel your big black strap on sliding into me. I'm present pleasantly surprised how easily I accommodate it now, the tip easily opening my sphincter before the shaft works deep inside me, gently, but firmly, leaving me with no illusions about who is in charge.

I moan my approval as you continue to ease it in, long slow thrusts, each slightly deeper than the last, deeper until your thighs are touching my butt. You hold me tight, asking "how's that?"

"Mistress I'm in heaven."

You move again, you big cock fucking me harder and harder. The slapping noises as your thighs hit my ass, your balls hitting the back of mine as you plow the big hard cock into me, knocking the wind out of me, making me grunt involuntarily as again you take what is rightfully yours.

The next 30 minutes is a blur as you order me into different positions... one minute on my back with my feet on your shoulders the next I am bent over another piece of farm equipment sort of sort of scissoring with you.

You throw me around, I can tell that your gym time has been worthwhile as you restrain me with just your strength.

When your appetite is sated you order me to my knees.

"Suck it bitch!"

"But mistress it's all dirty."

"ok, I'll let you off for now... but I have something special for you later to make up for this disobedience."

My throbbing hard cock remains unsatisfied, aching for release as we adjust our clothing and complete the walk to the now waiting limousine, the driver winking knowingly as he notices our disheveled appearance.

We climb into the back of the limousine and you immediately put up the privacy screen between us and the driver.

"Mistress needs to piss," you say matter-of-factly.

I stifle a laugh thinking that you must want me to ask the driver to find a bathroom ASAP.

"No Dave I'm going to piss right now and it's your job to make sure that none gets on these beautiful leather seats."

I nod my understanding, dropping to my knees between your legs as you pull your underwear off. you lift my chin, "Remember Dave not a drop."

I clamp my mouth over your beautiful pussy just as the stream of pee begins, doing my best to seal my lips over your beautiful smooth softness, sucking, opening my throat and allowing your beautiful golden nectar to flow down my throat, tasting slightly stronger than last night, feeling so privileged to be allowed to drink you like this, my cock aching with desire as i gulp down your stream which seems to last forever. I am almost gagging on it as you finish, swallowing the last drop and give two long slow licks to clean you, pulling away, having learned from last time not to incur your wrath for taking too many licks.

"Good slave, you really are a good little piss slut aren't you, I must remember that for later."

You smile and pat my head, my heart soaring with your praise as the Limo pulls up to our motel.

to be continued