"Yes, just a single glass please."
Turning the page of her magazine Mrs McKinley barely glanced at the restaurant operative as he asked whether she wanted one glass or two. The imposing jug of water separated the table, with Nigel meekly hidden behind it.
The restaurant guy took his leave, understanding that he would get no further feedback from Mrs McK.
Whilst Nigel sat waiting, Mrs McK took no notice of him, flicking through the pages of the glossy fashion magazine, the scantily clad waif model capturing her attention. The models puffy nipples standing out through the sheer, white, lacy body she wore. Mrs McK or Linda as her close friends were allowed to call her, had rather taken a fancy to the lingerie, thinking it may show off her own larger breasts very well. Or maybe it was the model herself; her blond bobbed hair framing her scarlet lips, high cheek bones and large blue eyes, the stunning contrast causing Linda to desirously lick her lips. Linda liked girls and boys - but the girls angular beauty was very enchanting to her at that moment.
Linda's reverie was disturbed by the return of the restaurant guy carrying a single tall glass.
"Will there be anything else madam?"
"No thank you" Linda retorted brusquely - dismissing him immediately and discarding her magazine to begin eating her salad. She looked up at Nigel, the younger man having not removed his gaze from her feminine, but imposing form.
"Get started then." Nigel tentatively picked up his sandwich, having been given permission to begin eating.
"Nigel, be a dear and pour me a glass of water, I'm parched." Linda smiled wickedly.
Nigel duly did her bidding, filling the glass almost to the top.
Linda or Mrs McK to Nigel, her eyes full of mischief, languorously brought the glass to her own red lipsticked mouth, ensuring Nigel was watching her every move. She slowly swallowed the cool liquid, savouring it's passage down her gullet. She replaced the glass back on the table.
"Now, Nigey, this is an awfully big jug of water, how many litres do you think it holds?"
Nigel started to speak.
"I would guess about two litres Mrs McK." Nigel tentatively replied.
"Good, good, yes I guess it does." Mrs McK responded sarcastically.
"I do hope my Nigey is feeling thirsty?" Linda said with a giggle. The question was purely rhetorical, Linda not caring what Nigel's needs were, hers were far more important.
Linda gazed around the restaurant swinging her body around to survey her territory. Since Mr McK has passed away two years ago, he some 20 years her senior, Linda had become a very rich woman. She'd started out working for him as his PA and through their close working relationship, romance had blossomed, resulting in their marriage. It had been a good partnership, a happy marriage, although her sex drive had outstripped his. She'd largely remained faithful to her husband by frequent masturbation and her reading and watching of erotica.
Linda was expensively dressed, in a black cashmere sweater and long ankle length skirt coupled with knee high black leather boots. This complemented her pale complexion and long raven hair. She spent her days now shopping, this one such sojourn in a large department store of famous repute. She'd found Nigel on one of the many BDSM websites she perused, he was submissive and she'd selected him from a host of replies to the advert she'd placed, precisely because she knew she could dominate him completely.
"Right" Linda announced decisively, "I'll finish another couple of glasses and then we'll leave."
"Yes, of course Mrs McK." said Nigel hurriedly.
Linda wasted no time in downing another two glasses of water, finishing two thirds of the entire jug. Not exactly lady like, but learnt in the days before she met Mr McK when she frequented pubs in her early twenties. Linda stood, put on her coat and moved out of the restaurant. Nigel paying the tab, picking up her shopping bags and struggling to keep up with her. Linda had already hailed a cab and as Nigel arrived at the front of the store, one had duly arrived.
Nigel just managed to open the cab door in time for Linda to get in, Mrs McK opening the for herself would have meant Nigel had failed in his duty and punishment would ensue. Nigel told the cabby the address.
The journey was slow, the cabby apologising for the delay, Linda shifted in her cab seat, Nigel was agitated too, knowing that before long he would be receiving his reward.
"Is Nigey still feeling thirsty?" Mrs McK asked Nigel, in that girly-cutesy but oh so sarcastic manner she had perfected.
Nigel was speechless, meekly nodding his confirmation.
As they drew up outside the McKinley residence, Linda left Nigel to settle the bill as she headed up the drive and indoors.
Nigel paid the driver, leaving him a modest tip. Encumbered with the shopping Nigel did his best to get back into the house as quickly as he could. Once, through the front door he slammed it shut, Nigel noticed Mrs McK's coat slung at the bottom of the staircase along with her boots. Even before she spoke he knew he was to ascend the staircase to await his fate.
"Nigey, is that you?" Mrs McK enquired inquisitively.
