We are walking down the street. You walk beside me with your eyes firmly fixed on the pavement in front of you. You do not look up...you do not glance left or right. You are elegantly dressed, your feet fetchingly arched in open toed 8 inch stilettos, your slim legs encased in black silk thigh highs, your plump bottom discreetly covered in a mid thigh length black satin pleated skirt. Your upper body is encased in a black fur bolero jacket and for a finishing touch your hands are plunged into a black fur muff. Your hands are also handcuffed together.
Under the skirt a small but powerful vibrator has been inserted in your anus, it is held in place by a black leather strap around your pelvis. You have now been wearing it for 3 hours and the tingling sensation it is producing is almost unbearable, every now and then I pretend to gently caress your ass but really I am taking the opportunity to adjust the position of the vibrator so that the sensation is renewed. You are wearing no underwear but small gold clamps are fastened to your nipples, a delicate gold chain fastens the two clamps together.
We are passing a café; I motion for you to sit down at a table. You do so awkwardly, your movements hampered by the handcuffs. You stare at the white tablecloth. A waiter approaches. He is small, about 50 years old with dark hair and a swarthy complexion. He asks if we wish to order anything. I reach across and open the buttons on your jacket; it falls slightly open, the chain plainly visible between your breasts, the waiter cannot take his eyes off you as I order a coffee.
"Nothing for Madame." Asks the waiter.
"No, Nicki has been naughty and does not deserve anything." I say.
The waiter smiles and moves off to fetch the coffee. I reach over and slide a hand inside your jacket toying with one of the clamps. I give it a twist making you gasp softly.
"Yes" I say "Nicki has been a bad girl and she knows what happens to bad girls, don't you Nicki?"
"They get punished Master" you whisper.
I snap my fingers and you slide off the chair and under the table shuffling forwards on your knees. I undo my zip and present my rock hard cock to your approaching mouth. You lick the end, bathing it in your saliva and then slide your lips over it. My hand grasps the back of your head steadily forcing it down onto my prick. You gag slightly and then your throat opens allowing me entry. The waiter returns with my coffee, he looks around to see where you are and I lift the corner of the tablecloth to show him. His eyes widen, so does the smile on his face.
"Nicki sucks cock extremely well," I murmur "Would you like her to demonstrate her talents for you. She's always willing to show a new friend."
The waiter nods and I push your head away, doing up my zip. He motions me to follow as we watch you struggle to get back on your feet. Your silk stockings are laddered on one knee and your lipstick slightly smeared. You follow the waiter into the back of the café. There is a small stainless steel trolley just inside the kitchen door. I position you at the end of it and unfasten your cuffs. I make you lie face down on the trolley and handcuff your hands underneath it. You are now lying with your head over one end of the trolley and your ass protruding over the other. I reach under and jerk your jacket wide open so that your breasts are squashed on to the cold steel. The nipple clamps scratch on the hard surface, tightening as the cold makes your nipples swell. The waiter moves around to your head unfastening his trousers to reveal a large circumcised penis. He grasps your hair and forces his cock head into your mouth. You suck desperately, striving to relax your throat as the head of his cock pushes further in.
"What the fuck is this?" Standing in the kitchen door is a huge black man.
