The restaurant, The Mulberry Bush, was one of their favourites. It was small and discrete, low lights, a long thin room of about fifteen tables, used to be a shop. At mid-week only about a third of the tables were occupied. It was Ideal for Mary’s purpose.
As soon as they were seated Mary got down to business. She leaned across the small table and quietly told Dan the reason his credit card didn’t work. Not only has he no access to money now, she said, but, as her slave, he will never have access to money. Period. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
Before Dan could interject Mary steamrolled on. It stands to reason, said Mary, that a slave has no money. No money equals no power. No power equals slavery. So as her slave, he will not need to worry about money anymore, she said, with a smile. A smile that said, now that’s all sorted, so let’s get on with our meal.
Dan was shocked. The way Dan saw it, becoming a slave was an agreed process. There would be hard limits and soft limits and all that. There would be a document setting out the agreed detail of the Mistress/slave arrangements. There would be a negotiation. He would be reasonable. He would accept an appropriate adjustment in the financial arrangements pertaining to a slave and his mistress. But not for one minute did he plan on her having total control of every penny of his money.
As Dan opened his mouth to speak, Mary held up her hand and told him that he could stick his little ‘hold on a minute speech’ where she would shortly stick a large butt plug.
That silenced Dan. Though it left his mouth hanging open in surprise. Butt plug, he thought, did she say something about a butt plug? The brutal directness of his wife and her abrupt dismissal of his views, before he had even made them known, was not only shocking, it was exciting.
Dan felt his cock stirring some more and stiffening as he imagined himself as an owned male. And this is happening right now, he thought to himself, right here is this restaurant. The woman in front of me is transforming from my wife into my owner. Which was hot, sort of.
Mary hadn’t finished. She was determined that Dan should realise what he was getting into.
‘This is what slavery is like. It is not fantasy. It is real and it is starting now. I am going to give you a good taste of it tonight so you know what you can expect in the days, weeks, months and even years ahead.’
‘If you don’t want it you can still walk away. I say ‘want’ rather than ‘like’ because even if you don’t like what’s happening tonight, you have to ask yourself the big question: Do I want the whole lifestyle thing, including the bits I don’t like?’
‘You were supposed to be thinking about that over the last three days. But I doubt it, knowing you. Either way, if you want out, that’s okay. You can walk out of this restaurant anytime tonight and find yourself a place to live, because the only way you will continue to live in my house from now on is as my slave.’
Dan thought about saying he did actually think about it (big lie), but he knew Mary would just blow him away. She wasn’t finished.
‘If you decide you do want it, then later tonight I will present you with a contract for us both to sign. While you have being doing yoga and eating yoghurt, I have been researching slave contracts and have drawn up a detailed slave contract for us. You will get to read it later. You can decide to sign it or not. That will be your decision, made of your own free will.’
‘And if you are wondering what the proper reply to all that is,’ said Mary. ‘It is “Yes, Madam,” and nothing else.’
Dan, felt his cock twitch again as the damp sticky patch on the front of his underpants took another load of precum. His face had blushed bright red at the humiliation of being talked down to so forcefully. To suffer such a massive put down from his wife, virtually in a public place, was incredibly horny.
‘Yes Madam,’ he said quickly as the waiter approached.
He felt it appropriately slave-like to keep his eyes down looking at the table cloth while the waiter took their order, or Mary’s order to be exact. Mary told the waiter what Dan was having; a plate of cold limp salad greens. Mary was having the T-bone steak. Dan opened his mouth to suggest he might have steak too, but Mary raised her eyebrow at him and gave him another ’talk to the hand’ which shut him up.
Dan, further mortified at being put down in front of the waiter, remained quiet while Mary placed the rest of their order. She was having a starter. Dan was skipping the starter, she told the waiter. Dan was having water, she would have a glass of wine. No desserts. She told the waiter to give them a little time before bringing her starter.
As the waiter went away with their order, Mary told Dan to come with her to the restroom. He took one look at her raised eyebrow and said, ‘Yes Madam.’ Learning fast was slave-to-be Dan. Being a small restaurant, there was just one common restroom at the back. Mary locked the door once they were inside and told Dan to drop his trousers and underpants.
‘Yes Madam,’ said Dan rapidly. He now realised that a full on slave/mistress role-play was, unexpectedly for him, unfolding big time right here in the restaurant. This was new. Before their BDSM play was only in the bedroom. Dan wasn’t fighting this anymore. He quickly dropped his pants and bent over and held his ankles as instructed.
Mary pulled a black rubber butt plug from her handbag and a tube of lube. Dan gasped as the cold lube hit the tender puckered rosebud of his virgin ass. Another little gasp as Mary slid her finger in as far as it would go. This was new. Mary had never played with Dan in this way before.
