Tricia was dining, in the nude, at an expensive restaurant with her intriguing new lover, and talented artist, Nigel, in chapter seven. The story continues;
He laughed, teasing my upper leg. I giggled along with Nigel, sliding my bottom forward to meet his wandering feet, feeling playful again, beginning to enjoy behaving like a wanton slut for him. He seemed to like me better that way, more down to earth, as he put it.
He parted my engorged labia deftly with his toes, playfully grinning.
"Did you ever tease your wife like that, while you were eating out at restaurants, Nigel?" Yelping, as he found my clitoris with his toe, almost dropping my fork. "You're getting me all randy again."
"Isobel always liked me doing that with her." He chortled. "You saw how lively she was. She was an absolute joy to portray on canvas, as well as make love to afterwards." He sighed reflectively, pulling his toe away. "What did you think of my lovely ex-wife, Trish?"
"You mean--." I choked in disbelief. "I've met her already?" I stumbled my words in shock. "Isobel!--The lady you were married to."
"Isobel was the blonde lady, posing with those young men in the scene I pointed out, earlier." His eyes sparkled. "You didn't think I meant Sylvia, did you?" Nigel roared with laughter. "Heavens! She's a long established friend of mine. Sylvia enjoys modelling, as long as she has sex at the same time. Isobel was the same whenever she posed. As you noticed, I encourage ladies not to use makeup. Genuine sexual excitement highlights the skin tone better than any makeup could." He gazed into my confused eyes. "You'll find out what I mean, later."
I forgot about Carlos and seized on the chance to find out more about my intriguing dinner companion. He wasn't going to ruin any surprises later on, by answering questions about Carlos. That much was evident.
"Why did she leave you then, Nigel, for heavens sake?" I seized the opportunity to change the subject and get to one of my answers.
He was quite open about his relationship with her. As we ate our food he explained, telling me that Isobel fell pregnant to another man and decided that she wanted marry him and have his child, overseas. "Just like that!" I breathed. "You didn't try to stop her?"
"No trauma." He grinned. "Life's too short for petty jealousy." He chuckled. "I know Carlos would like to have sex with you, Trisha." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "You'll need to convince him to pose for a few of those special photos, for Alf. I don't mind in the least if you want to, personally."
"Why not!" I replied, giggling nervously. "You made our evening together exciting, as you promised. I'm going to trust your judgement in my choice of posing partners, as long you're happy about it."
I respected his integrity more than ever. Our relationship grew even stronger, over our meal. We discussed his unusual painting methods. He asked about my first marriage, and I confessed to some of the more intimate details about my obsession with Steve, in the process.
"I know it's wrong but I couldn't help wondering." I admitted.
"I don't blame you." He chortled. "He was a handsome young guy from what I saw of him. You can seduce young Carlos later and then we can see the effects of some hard, youthful flesh on you, first hand."
As we talked and finished eating our meal, I agonised about Carlos's reaction briefly, wondering why he would be interested in making love to an older woman, but left it to Nigel to organise. I realised that what Carlos thought of me afterwards wasn't nearly as important to me as pleasing Nigel. I felt morally liberated, ready for more sex games by the time we were about to leave the table. I realised the value of complete submissiveness to an experienced and more responsible Master like Nigel. The idea of my body being offered to Carlos excited me.
Nigel stood and raised his glass in a mock toast.
"To your continued obedience then, 'T'." He held his glass out of my reach, in order to make me leave my chair, signalling a return to our Master/Slave relationship.
"Absolutely, Master!" I got out of my chair quickly, accepting his toast with shy smile. As we drained our glasses, the Grandfather clock struck ten pm. I was more than willing to be Nigel's sex slave. I wasn't worried about making a complete whore of myself at all. Even more liberating, neither Sylvia nor Carlos knew me socially.
He brought my chair over with me and placed it closer to the log fire but facing the main door to the room this time. He took time, seating me in a more exposed position, before he spoke to me at all. He moved my knees much wider apart and made me shift my bottom further forward before leaning my shoulders right back. The warmth from the fire was more noticeable but I couldn't control the shivering of anticipation. He had me uncomfortably seated right on the edge of the chair. I knew what this was leading up to, of course. With my genital area readily accessible, this was obviously an open invitation for Carlos to take advantage of me. I was completely vulnerable to any sexual advances.
"Wait here, same as before, and I'll bring Carlos in for a more thorough inspection this time." Nigel smiled at the uncertain look on my face. "Do you want to get acquainted with Carlos on your own, like you did with Sylvia, or would you rather I supervised you this time?"
"Whatever you decide, I won't let you down." I assured, pleased that he was giving me a choice. "Should I let him touch me if you're not there, Master?" I asked, more apprehensively.
"I'm certain he will." Nigel laughed knowingly, glancing at my obscenely exposed body one last time. "Anybody would!"
"Then you want me to have sex with him, if he asks, Master?" I smiled confidently, thinking about Carlos's lithe young body.
