On 3rd and Jasmine

He sat in a dimly lit café absentmindedly picking at the dirt under his nails. It was 4:21, thirty-nine minutes before she was supposed to be there. They agreed to meet for an early dinner, nothing too formal. They would talk for a bit and see how things went. Sex was implied but not required. Sex was not a virgin topic for them. Although they had not yet met, they had developed a meaningful online relationship. They had spent the last 5 months getting to know every quirk and fetish they enjoyed.

To put it bluntly, he enjoyed her dominative tendencies. He was a naturally submissive man, contrary to what his appearance might suggest. With her guidance he had really come to learn and appreciate his submissiveness. It was nice to let go, to not worry about anything, to slowly melt onto someone and ride on the coattails of her strong domination. It was a feeling he had come to crave, that allusive little realm of subspace.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked.

"No please, this seat is yours" he replied.

She was wearing a black dress that was 2 inches too short to be considered decent. Janet enjoyed the attention she received from men. She liked to see them stare. Often they eyed her like a predator. Little did they know that she could easily turn them into her own prey. Janet really enjoyed dominating bigger men. At a mere 5'3 she liked to see them kneel before her as she towered over them. She liked to run her small, thin hands over the knots and bulges of their muscles. There was something innately hot about a strong and built submissive man. In that respect, Nathan would not disappoint her. He had been a swimmer in college and had kept his body in shape. Now, at 35, he could still turn heads with his curly blond hair and boyish good looks.

Nathan suddenly became that shy little sub that she could so easily mold him into. He sat quietly with his eyes downcast waiting for her to make the first move. She placed one hand over his then gently lifted his chin up with her finger.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"I just got here," he lied.

She smiled at him appreciating his light hazel eyes. She couldn't help but to reach over and play with his curly locks.

"Such a cute boy" she said.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Well, what would you like to eat? I'm starving. Here, pass the menus."

He did as he was told. He watched her as she looked through the menus. He stared at her when she ordered for the both of them. He couldn't help but smile at her. He was elated to finally meet her.

"What are you laughing at?" she said.

"Oh, nothing. I am just...happy."

"You're taking great liberties ogling me from across the table. You give someone an inch and they take a mile. Lower your eyes!"

He dropped his gaze immediately. Oh how he loved this game. He loved to tease her, to make her make him submit. Testing her limit, he peeked at her from his lowered gaze. A part of him really wanted to make sure she was still there, to make sure this was real. The plan had been to enjoy their dinner without any overt sexual activity. To talk and chat about their lives as two people who are just meeting each other should. But she quickly abandoned that plan. She looked across the table at him and could not control her desire for him. She wanted to play with him, fuck with his mind a bit. All of the sudden she had an intense desire to test his boundaries in public. The sadist in her wanted to embarrass him. Yes, maybe even demean him a bit. No, she couldn't wait much longer and was not about to ask for his permission.

"Are you wearing the thongs I asked you to wear?" she asked loud enough to be overheard.

"Um, what? Yes. I am."

"Go take them off and bring them back to me." He was looking a bit surprised, "Go! Take them off in the restroom"

He did as he was told because it was the only thing he could think to do. He had no other desire than to please her. As he was walking back to the table, he started to get an erection. The fabric of his pants was brushing up against his cock and giving him an obvious boner. He tried to slump to hide it, but that just brought more attention to him. He quickly sat down across from her and tried to slip him the undergarment beneath the table.

"Here," He said.

"No, put them in my hand." She held her hand out for him. Janet was really enjoying this now. Her pussy was starting to leak a bit and he got a whiff of her arousal as he handed her his thong. She slowly put them away in her purse.

"How does it feel? Are you getting hard for me now? I'm going to tease you, and if you are lucky, please you. Would you like that? Do you want to play with me?" she cooed.

He quickly nodded, his throat was suddenly dry. A foot was slowly making its way up his legs and nestling in between his legs. Janet had worn her "fuck me" heels, black patent leather and 4 inches high. She ran her toes over his cock, lightly patting it and rubbing it through her heels. She dug her heel lightly in between his ass cheeks.

"Yes, I think you would like that."

Janet kept teasing his cock as the waitress came by with the food. He was almost sweating now and trying to keep very still as Janet fondled him. The waitress took an immediate interest in him. She smiled at him and flashed him a little cleavage as she gave him his food. This made Nathan a little uneasy and he looked at Janet guiltily.

"Did you like them? Were they perky?"

He didn't know how to answer. "I saw you staring at her chest. Did you enjoy them?

"They were...nice." He didn't know if that was the right answer or not but she didn't comment on it any more so he went on eating his food. For the next half hour they went on eating their food, chatting about their everyday lives. He had forgotten the little incident with the waitress. He almost forgot he was talking to his "Mistress" and not some run-of-the-mill woman. If he let himself, he could have forgotten the unspoken threat that existed between the two of them. But, of course, she could never let that happen and she was soon quick to remind him that he was her play toy.

When the waitress returned with the bill, Janet made her move. "I couldn't help but notice you flirting with Nathan here. Do you find him attractive?" She tried not to sound threatening; it was, in fact, an invitation.

"Yeah, he's cute."

"I'm glad you think so. He has an outrageous boner from peeking down your shirt when you were not looking. Would you like to feel it?" The waitress laughed unsure if Janet was joking or not.

"Um, sure. I guess so."

"Go ahead and reach under his pants. He's not wearing any underwear. You can open his pants and take it out if you'd like."

The waitress didn't know if that was such a good idea seeing as they were in a crowded restaurant. Instead, she sat beside him in the booth and slid her hand down his pants cupping his balls and fondling them before moving up and stroking his cock a few times. Nathan was holding his breath, acting more like a statue than a man. Her hands felt nice running over his smooth balls. She had a strong grip around his cock. She was milking him and she was good at it. He was soon at the verge of orgasm; he would later blame it on his heightened state of arousal. Nathan did cum in his pants and both women did nothing but laugh.

The waitress pulled her sticky hand from underneath his pants and was about to wipe it clean when Janet stopped her. "No, let him clean it off for you. After all, he made the mess."

Nathan looked at Janet uncertainly. He took the safest route and reached for the napkin on the table. "No, you know better. Lick it off."

He did so quickly, trying desperately to avoid detection. Once again, the waitress chuckled. She turned to Janet and thanked her then sashayed on to her next customer. Once they were alone again Janet turned her attention back to Nathan and asked him, "Alright Nathan, this is your only opportunity to turn tail and leave. Would you like to spend the night with me? Do you want to be my toy?" She whispered across the table. "Whore. Do you want me to fuck you, Nathan? Really fuck you?"

He did nothing but whimper. "Answer me, Nathan."

Nathan took a sip of water before answering. "Yes, please. I would love you to fuck me. I want to be your whore, Mistress." He was begging now. "I will do whatever you ask of me, please let me serve you. And so the unspoken threat was spoken, there in crowded diner on the corner of 3rd and Jasmine Street.

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To be continued...