At some point sitting in the tub, we both fell asleep. Ms. Laura woke up first and climbed out. As she did I opened my eyes. She started to dry off with her towel.
"I guess we fell asleep there sexy," she wrapped the towel around her middle section, "it's almost six o'clock."
I looked over at the clock by the bed and sure enough it was 5:54.
"Where were you planning on taking me to eat," Ms. Laura started for the bathroom.
I got out of the tub, "what we're you thinking about eating, Ma'am?"
Ms. Laura stopped in front of the door, "I'm a simple girl. You'll think of something. I don't like sea food."
I nodded and she walked into the bathroom. I was still feeling mixed emotions about what had happened. It was my first blow job. It felt amazing, but at the same time she was too old for me. I felt dirty.
All in all I my feeling I remained kneeling on the floor waiting for Ms. Laura to return. She said I was going to be punished later. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I dreaded it. We were going to dinner and she might try to embarrass me as a form of punishment. I felt a good measure of trust for her, but the thought kept crossing my mind.
A few minutes later Ms. Laura returned. She was wearing the same outfit as before only with the skirt. She also had something in her hand. As she approached me I gave her a curious look.
Ms. Laura had that evil smile, "I have a present for you boy."
She then tossed a small piece of cloth at my face. I caught it and held it up. It was her thong. Curious I sniffed them. They had an unusual sent somewhere between flowery detergent and something else I didn't recognize.
She chuckled, "you little pervert. Put on your little cock leash I gave you. Then put them on over it. You'll be wearing them to dinner."
I examined the panties a little closer. I had no idea how they would be able to fit me and knew if they did it wouldn't be comfortable. She watched me carefully waiting on me to get dressed. I had no choice.
After strapping on the little leather strip and lanyard and did my best to slip on the panties. The spandex was stretched to the limit and the sides cut into my hips, but I manage to fit then on. The evil grin on her face got bigger.
"How to they feel?" she asked rhetorically.
Looking down my testacies were split one in the panties and the other stuck out. My cock even flaccid bulged out in a grotesque manner. My look said it all.
"Well, make them as comfortable as you can and then get ready. Have you decided where we are going yet?" Ms. Laura picked up my cloths and handed them to me.
I started pulling on my pants, "I was thinking this restaurant up town. It does steak pretty good if you want it."
"That sounds perfect dear," Ms. Laura found her purse, "you finished getting dressed and call a cab I'll do my make up real quick."
It didn't take long to get to the restaurant. I picked it because I knew nobody that knew me worked there. The entire trip Ms. Laura was relatively tame. She didn't tease me too bad or try to embarrass me.
When we arrived we found a booth seat in the back of the restaurant, which she was very particular about getting. It was behind a little dividing wall separating the smoking from the non-smoking section and had a white table cloth which hung down to the floor.
After we ordered and talked for a while we waited for the food. The restaurant was pretty deserted and the booth was isolated so I did feel I need to censor myself.
"Ma'am, if you don't mind me asking how did you become a dominatrix?" I asked curiously.
"Dear that's easy were does anyone go to become who they are? College," Ms. Laura seemed to be excited about talking about herself, "the year was 1978, I was a junior at Madison University. By this time in my life I had exhausted my scholarship funds, and was looking for a way pay my way the rest of the school year. All the volunteer work I was doing ate up my time and obviously wasn't paying the bills."
While she talked I felt her play footsy on my leg with she stocking foot.
Ms. Laura continued, "That's when my roommate returned one day with a new pair of shoes and a wade of dollar bills in her pocket. I asked her where she got it and she told me down at the local gentlemen's club."
"You were a stripper?" I interrupted somewhere between surprised and excited.
She shook her head, "in college I was a feminist hippie. I took my close off for no man, but cash tight. I did like the idea of guys throwing their money at me. It also made more than at the fast food place I work. Like every problem I found a solution. I dressed up in kinky outfits and played mistress to the other girls. It was a huge seller. One day my boyfriend saw me in it and we started playing. The rest was history. I later found out I could make money doing it."
Ms. Laura worked her way up my leg and came to my already awkward groan. A wriggled a little to make it a little more comfortable, that when I noticed the look again.
"Hide under the table," she said.
I stopped not quite sure what to do.
"Get under the table," she said a little more forcefully, "it's about time I put you to work."
I looked around really quickly to see if anyone was watching then I ducked under the cloth. Ms. Laura's motives weren't clear until I saw her legs. The table cloth was pulled up into her lap.
She opened her legs to reveal under her skirt. Of course I was wearing her panties. Before me, like I had never seen before in real life, was her completely shaven pussy. It was a small neat slit, perfectly symmetrical. I stared at it taking it in.
I heard Ms. Laura's voice from over the table, "you know what to do, but you have to keep quiet and don't move around a lot."
I was a little nervous about being caught, but my true worries were in front of my face. From pornos I had an idea of what she expected, but to be honest the vagina was a mystery to me. I thought back to what she had told me in the tube, and I closed my eyes then felt my way into her lap.
As my face graced her inner thigh I felt a lot of moisture, I was grossed out having not experiencing anything like it before. I used my tongue and lips to feel my around her flower. Everything was foreign the smell, the texture, the taste, yet it was intoxicating and turning me on. My cock inside the tight panties was throbbing, pinching my soft parts on the metal ring and tag.
After a while I realize I had to do some soon or she would be displeased. I started to move my tongue up and down the length of her pussy concentrating on the top, where I believed the clitoris to be.
To my surprise, after my last performance, Ms. Laura didn't seem to respond. She sat nonchalant as if nothing was even happening. Other than a boy almost a third her age had his head stuck between her legs.
I guess if she would have started moaning in the restaurant and bouncing around she might attract attention, but regardless she was like a rock. I had to try something else.
Thinking quickly back to the tube I found the nearest piece of flesh that even remotely felt like a clitoris, at least what I thought one would feel like. Then I grabbed it with my lips as started to play with it in my mouth, still no effect. I pulled it in further and caught it with my teeth. I bit down softly like I had her nipple.
Next thing I knew I felt her hand smack me hard across the back of my head. I recovered and found my spot back between her legs.
"Bad boy, you don't play rough down there sweetie," Ms. Laura then opened up so I could return to my duties.
As I returned to my quest for the mysterious clitoris I heard foot step approach the table. It was the waiter.
"Her you go Ma'am and where's you young friend?" I heard the waiter put down both plates.
I pulled away to listen to what she was going to say. She was going to have none of that. Ms. Laura grabbed me by the back of the head and forced me back into her crotch.
"He's in the bathroom the meal looks fine," she didn't even sound nervous.
Who was this woman? I continued well after the waiter left, until Ms. Laura closed her legs and forced me out.
"It's safe to come out Johnny," Ms. Laura said as I slipped back into my seat, "I know you enjoyed a meal already, but you paid for this one."
I looked down at the food in front of me then back at Ms. Laura. She was smiling almost laughing at me.
"Dear wipe your face off," she handed me a napkin, "you did well, but I could defiantly it was your first time. You never found my clit champ."
