Chapter 2: Encounter at the Theatre
We are now at the theatre, in your "private" box, relaxing, having a cocktail. The lights are up and everyone is talking and visiting before the play begins. I am still thinking about my little exploit at the restaurant and feeling very hot, excited and needy. The fact that I am anticipating what form my "punishment" will take, later in the evening, only incites my libido further.
You have stepped out of the box and are standing in the corridor talking with two very dear friends of yours. Two very handsome, virile men I have been wondering about. You have told me that you and they have "played" together in the past. Going to clubs and to private "scenes", sharing each others "slaves" and even casual dates. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be "shared" by the three of you in a long, wild, erotic weekend of "games"!
Feeling quite stimulated and in need of some attention I sit, waiting for you to return to me. Looking around I watch people, looking at the clothes, hair styles and such of the other women. I glance across the theatre, into the boxes directly across from yours and notice a tall, dark, muscular man standing back in the shadows, watching me. I can not see his face clearly, but he exudes an air of mystery, danger and sexual power. How long has he been standing there? Why is he so intent on what I am doing? What does he want? I glance back, over my shoulder, wishing you would return to me. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable knowing he is standing there, still watching me.
Finally, you come back into the box. You glance around and lean down, giving me a long, deep, hot kiss. I am so hot and needy by now that my nipples harden instantly and I feel them poking against the soft, clingy material of my gown. You also notice this and reaching out with the index finger of your right hand, you flick my left nipple firmly, causing me to jump and gasp. I grab your wrist and softly murmur "please don't, someone is watching."
Without raising up you glance around and also notice the tall stranger in the dark corner of the box across the way. Standing up, you look directly at him, then down at me, then back to the dark stranger. As you stand staring at him, he steps out, directly to the front of the box, into the full light of the theatre. You both stand, staring at each other for several long moments. Then he shifts his attention back to me and with an intense, hungry look on his face, he licks his lips ever so slowly and smiles a dark, brooding, hungry smile at me, while staring directly into my eyes. Seeing, feeling the intensity of his emotions, I gasp and pull back, trying to hide myself in the shadows of your box.
Watching this interchange between the stranger and myself, you reach down, grasp my forearm and pull me to my feet, directly in front of you and push me to the edge of the box. In fear, I try to pull away, wanting nothing more then to run, to hide, away from the two of you. The stranger leans forward, bracing himself on the edge of the ledge surrounding the box he stands in. Pushing your body against my back, to prevent me from moving back and away, you reach around me and grab each of my breasts in your hands. I reach up grasping your wrists and try to pull your hands from my body. I can feel my face burning in embarrassment and try with all my strength to pull away from you.
In a harsh, rough whisper, with your mouth against my ear, you growl "STOP it! Stand still and do as I say...bitch!"
Where is my Master? What has happened to you? You've never talked to me like this before and in shock and fear, I stop fighting you and dropping my hands to my sides, I stand, unmoving before you. The stranger has my eyes locked with his, I can no more resist him then I can resist you at this moment. Thankfully the lights dim as they prepare to start the play. Maybe now you two will stop this game of wills that seems to be swiftly getting out of hand.
Growling at me "stay here...don't move an inch. Do you hear me? I'll be back shortly!" you storm from the box. Standing, shaking in shock and fear I want desperately to flee. To run home and hide in my bed. To get away from the sudden war that has sprung up between you and this strange man. Tears are streaming down my face and realize I'm crying when I hear myself sob.
