The restaurant is dimly lit, romantic. A candle glows at the center of our table, and soft music plays in the background. The Mistress i am lucky enough to serve enjoys dining in such places. Even more, She loves tormenting me in them, secretly exerting Her control over me in public, while the uninitiated people around us go about their innocent, vanilla lives. i never know what the Mistress has planned for me, but i can always count on some new exercise to test my humility, my loyalty, and my devotion.
We have just ordered our meal. The Mistress prefers that i deal with menials such as the wait staff, so it fell to me to place Her order as well as my own. Only properly trained and disciplined slaves are sufficiently humble and obedient to serve Her directly; i am lucky to be so honored. The Mistress smiles at me across the table, pleased, i hope, with the accuracy and efficiency with which i dealt with the waiter.
Without saying a word, She opens Her tiny purse and pulls out a small glass vial. It is perhaps 3 inches tall and an inch in diameter. The wide mouth is stopped with an old-fashioned rubber plug, rather than a plastic or metal cap. The glass is tinted green, but i can see that the vial is empty. The Mistress places the vial on the table between us. She leans close to whisper in my ear...a sure sign that what She is about to tell me isn't appropriate to be overheard by outsiders.
"I want you to take this into the men's room and fill it, slave," She says, softly but firmly. "And bring it back to me."
My reply is a whisper as well, to keep from alarming the couple at the next table. "Fill it with water, Mistress?"
"No, silly." Underneath the tablecloth, i feel Her hand on my crotch. She gives my cock a tight squeeze. "Fill it with this."
"Yes, Mistress. Right away, Mistress." Picking up the vial, i start to slide from the booth. The Mistress tightens Her grip on my cock, preventing my departure.
"I give you permission to imagine My breasts as you fill it. Nothing else. My breasts only. Do you understand, slave?" She kneads my cock as She cautions me, quickly bringing me to a full erection within my slacks.
"Yes, Mistress. I am to imagine the Mistress's breasts as i fill the vial. Nothing else."
"If you think of anything else before the vial is full, especially any other part of Me, you will tell me as soon as you return." To emphasize this point, the Mistress pinches the head of my cock between Her thumb and forefinger...hard. I wince at the sudden pain, but my erection is unaffected.
"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress." I glance at the jar in my hand, and a sudden thought panics me. The little vial would hold perhaps 4 ounces of fluid. I realize that filling it would take many, many loads...does the Mistress really expect me to masturbate eight or ten times before the soup arrives? "Mistress, may i ask a question?"
"You may, slave."
"Is it Your command that i fill the vial completely?"
She smiles to Herself, chuckling softly. "No, slave. A single serving will do."
An audible sigh of relief escapes my lips. "Yes, Mistress. Thank You, Mistress."
The Mistress strokes my cock twice more through the thin material of my summer slacks, then releases me. "Get to work, slave. Don't keep the Mistress waiting."
"Yes, Mistress."
i slip from the table and make my way toward the men's room. The restaurant is small, and we have dined here before, so i know the way. Still, it is awkward to move between the tables in the busy restaurant with a barely concealed erection. I wonder how many of the diners recognize my condition as i slide past their table.
The men's room is a small, private chamber with a single toilet and sink, and a locking door. I am relieved the Mistress chose this restaurant tonight, rather than one with a large restroom with many stalls and a men's room attendant. The door is locked when i arrive, though, so i must wait, turning to face a print of an old painting hanging on the wall, hoping to hide my erection from the restaurant. Glancing about, it seems no one is watching, so i slip one hand into a pocket and feel my thick rod inside my pants.
A moment later, the door opens, and an elderly gentleman emerges. He doesn't notice my hand in my pocket, clutching my dick. I slip into the men's room and lock the door behind me. Frantically, i open my trousers and push them, along with my briefs, to my ankles. My hard cock bounces in front of me. Leaning back against the wall, i take myself in hand, closing my eyes and conjuring an image of the Mistress's lovely breasts.
Stroking myself, i picture them, soft and round and full, standing high and proud upon Her chest. In my mind, i see them rising and falling as She breathes deeply. i imagine the feel of Her hands upon the sides of my head, guiding my lips to Her lovely globes. In my mind, She urges me to Her right breast, low, to run my tongue and lips along the undercurve, where the soft flesh of Her breast meets Her ribcage. Her skin would be warm and slightly salty, i imagine-the day has been warm-and i relish the taste.
i open my eyes for a moment, and glance down at the throbbing organ in my hands. A large drop of pre-come has emerged from the tip, and i touch it with one finger. i bring it to my lips to taste myself...i know the Mistress likes to watch me do this.
My eyes close once more, and in my mind, the Mistress has guided my lips to nipple of Her left breast. i can feel its pebbly aureole beneath my tongue, the thick tip pushing between my lips. i nip at it gently with my teeth, as the Mistress has taught me to. I imagine the sound of Her breath catching a moment as my teeth gently tease Her nipple.
In my hand, my cock flexes and grows even larger. The image of the Mistress's form in my mind is so overpowering...i long to touch Her, to taste Her skin, to feel its soft, silky smoothness against my cheek. I stroke faster and faster...i know that it won't be long before i come. I squeeze the Mistress's vial in my free hand, remembering why i am here. Preparing for my climax, i use my teeth to pull the rubber stopper from the mouth of the little jar.
In my mind, the Mistress has permitted me to touch Her with my hands as well as my mouth, and i have pushed Her tits together tightly. My mouth runs feverishly over the twin globes, kissing, licking, sucking Her smooth warm skin. As i pleasure one nipple with my mouth, i am pinching, twisting, pulling the other with my fingers. Then i switch, moving my mouth to the other breast, and teasing the first with my hand. The Mistress gently runs Her hands over my head and shoulders as i please Her. Against my chest, i feel Her legs parting in Her excitement.
Back in the men's room, my knees grow liquid as my cock swells, turning red and growing huge as my orgasm approaches. I am barely staying on my feet, so strong is the drive to come.
