They walked slowly into the elegant restaurant and waited briefly for the hostess to take their name. She indicated to him that she was going to go to the ladies room to ensure that she was indeed presentable. He watched as she slowly made her way to the corridor and into the bathroom. Little did she know that presentable was the last thing she needed to worry about here. Tonight the restaurant had been reserved. She would probably be astonished when she saw some of the pleasures that were being served and divulged in when she returned. He ensured however, that they had private dining, so she would not feel part of the displays, but would feel comfortable enough in that she wouldn't feel alone.
He waited for his pet to return, anxious and hungry. He needed food, he needed her. In the few minutes she was absent, he noticed a part of him absent as well. He paced the small foyer as his mind wandered back to the eve as it had unfolded thus far. He stopped pacing as he remembered his initial reaction when he opened the hotel room door to find her bent over the desk, motionless- the air of excitement filled the room. He'd wanted to go to her, pull her into his arms and kiss her until she forgot her name. The thought of her bent over as she waited for him, sent a surge of power through his veins. In that very moment, she gave herself to him, submitted to his will, his desire. She was his to take. He knew he would never forget that moment, that realization that this was true- real. She was no longer a voice on the phone or an image on the screen, she was flesh and blood. That delicate strong woman who surrendered her will to his- was his.
The sudden urge to protect his delicate bloom overwhelmed him and comforted him at the same time. He watched as she emerged from the bathroom, dress, and makeup perfection, her hair flowing freely about her shoulders. He longed to run his fingers through her silky locks, and twist it tight in his hand and take her right here in the foyer. Their eyes met as she gingerly crossed the floor, and the emotion he saw reflected in hers nearly took his breath away. He smiled warmly as she placed her fingertips in his outstretched hand. His lady...his princess...his pet...his whore...his slut...his princess...his lady.
They followed the hostess into the dining room, where she was greeted with a wide array of diners. Her eyes widened as she took in the men and women in various states of dress/undress, costumes, some curled up at their Master/Mistresses feet or feeding from a dish. She marveled at the openness of the patrons, but immediately felt her shyness settle within her. Does he expect me to do this? She stiffened a bit as she felt his hand press against the small of her back, nudging her along. She turned to look at him, her eyes full of questions. He shook his head and motioned for her to follow the hostess.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they continued through the restaurant until finally they were shown to a private corner booth. She noticed the entire section was private. Diners were hidden from view behind curtains, but she could hear sounds of pleasure all around her. She felt her excitement mount as the hostess seated them and then closed the curtain. She turned to him, her eyes sparkled.
"This is just what you described to me." She said huskily. "Except you left out the part about the dining options."
"Well, I couldn't give up everything pet." He joked. "What fun would that have been? Now pet... come stand before me...just like we spoke about."
He stood up from the booth to let her out and pushed the table aside. As she brushed past him, he inhaled her perfume and growled while pressing his lips to her hair. He settled back into the booth and fixed his eyes to hers. He watched as she stood back and untied the dress, and let it slide down her arms. He held his breath as his eyes feasted upon her curves clad in the delicate lingerie. She turned slowly, as they had discussed. He was pleased that she remembered the small details. She reached behind her, thrusting her chest forward as she unhooked the bra. She reached up and slid the straps from her shoulders and let it slide to the ground landing atop the pool of silk at her feet. She walked over and stood before him, hands clasped behind her neck.
"Turn pet." He requested
She slowly turned for him. Her skin tingled in anticipation, her mind raced back to their conversation about this dinner. She stopped when she faced him again. Her eyes sparkled as a smile crept over her face. She dropped to her knees when he nodded. She picked up her dress and brassier and carefully draped them over an empty chair before she crawled over to him and rested her head on his knee.
He looked down at her resting comfortably. It was hard to fathom that only a short while ago this quiet relaxed woman was lost in desire and lust. He stroked her hair and shifted in his seat. He felt his cock stir as his mind recapped their evening thus far, and planned the events yet to come. He heard her purr softly and nuzzle against his knee when his fingers grazed the soft skin behind her ear.
She barely stirred when the waiter brought them their drinks and salads. He chuckled to himself, surprised that she did nothing to cover up her nudity. He reached down and pulled her into his lap. He positioned her facing away from him, her legs resting on the outside of his thighs. From this vantage point he had access to her breasts and could spread her legs by spreading his.
He groaned as she leaned forward to take a bite of her salad. As she did, her ass pressed against his hardening cock. The evil temptress. He thought. He wondered if she knew how much that innocent gesture affected him. His free hand stroked her back as he casually spoke about what they shared together. Slowly he coaxed responses from her, evoked her deep down thoughts. Soon they settled into friendly repartee, volleying retorts back and forth.
When they'd pushed their salad plates away, he pulled her back against him. She rested her head against his shoulder, and turned to kiss him softly on his neck. She left her face burrowed in his neck while his hands caressed her arms. His fingers found hers and he entwined them together. He raised each of her hands, gently pressing each to his lips, then turning each over and gracing her palms with a lingering kiss.
He smiled into her palm as he heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her squirm on his lap. He leaned further into the corner of the booth, drawing her back with him. Her body stretched over him, he spread his knees wide- and as a result spread hers even wider. He guided her hands to his sides and instructed her to grasp onto his belt loops and not let go.
When she complied, he released her hands and fumbled in his jacket pocket. He drew out a long chain and dangled it before her eyes. He heard her coo while he dragged the chain over her breasts. His fingers circled each areola lazily until he felt each one pucker and harden. He pinched each nipple a few times before he attached a clip to each one and tightened the screw until he heard her whimper. Then he gave it one more half twist. His fingers trailed along her stomach until they reached her smooth mound. He tickled each one of her lips, gently pinching and flicking at them until her entire body writhed against his, all the while keeping the chain pulled taut. He covered her mound and sunk his middle finger between her puffy nether lips. She immediately arched up to meet his finger.
He slid his fingers in her fold and spread her lips apart. He looked down on her exposed nub. It longed to be nibbled and sucked on, but that would have to wait. He pulled up and back with his fingers- exposing her clit completely. He let the nipple chain fall against her chest and reached in his pocket and pulled out another chain. He closed the tip around her clit, and felt her pull on his belt loops. He craned his head to look at her face as she absorbed these new sensations. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth fell open. Her chest heaved as he slowly applied pressure by tightening the screw. She stiffened against him as he gave the clit clamp a final twist, and let the cold metal fall against her cunt.
