Demanding dinner partner, the indomitable Mistress T
Dinner Date: Femdom Fiction
He barely noticed the glasses as the waiter took them away, his eyes transfixed, as if in a hypnotic swoon, on his owner’s cleavage across the table. She had purposefully worn a low-cut top under her jacket, and now was taking full advantage of it to tease and torment the simpering slave opposite her. He was overawed by the canyon of her cleavage which itself more than hinted as to the perfect symmetry of her breasts. The starched white linen of the tablecloth seemed to highlight her eminence even more, throwing into sharp relief her beauty and her inherent personal and sexual prowess.
Earlier the waiter had taken their lunch and drinks order. He had been driven to the point of distraction in trying to articulate and concentrate upon his order. Before the waiter had returned to the table to take their order, she had placed her booted foot on his crotch, feeling and teasing the shape of his hard, stiff cock. She had giggled upon feeling it and even more so in assessing his reaction. She had then told me to take it out under the table. Their discreet alcove table allowed this.
Surreptitiously he had unzipped his trousers. Eager for release his cock sprang out as he pulled down the panties he was wearing for the occasion. He felt the precum on its head. She had then mercilessly teased and edged his cock more with her boot, on the strict condition he was not to cum. He marvelled at what his owner was doing. The other clientele in the restaurant were oblivious.
He wondered whether any of them could guess at the perversion taking place near them, emanating from this seemingly respectful looking, middle class pair. On the outside they looked normal, almost boringly so, in their apparent conformity. This was not the case. His owner was an artist and pioneer in her field, who seemingly enjoyed and exploited the inherent perversions latent in him.
He was her slut and whore, and would do anything for her. The prospect of playtime with another man had been raised and was been explored. He was fully prepared to do this for her enjoyment and pleasure. There was nothing he would not do. He though of himself later in the afternoon, on all fours and naked, with her astride him, ready to debase and abuse him further for her pleasure.
When the main course arrived she withdrew her boot and told him to leave his cock out during the meal. When the dessert menu came she instructed him to order the chocolate brownie. She them told him to go to the toilet and masturbate. He had to collect his cum on some toilet paper, return to the table with it and daub it over his brownie.
“Bon appetit”, she giggled in that irreverent laugh of hers.
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