featheryOne
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DESSERT
I strode down the hallway, feeling quite beautiful in my new black lace dress. You heard me approach and spoke, “Come stand before me.” I obeyed. You continued, “’Lil one, tonight you shall be presented to the world as a fine lady upon my arm.” Your eyes assessed me, taking in the lace over satin dress which sculpted my body, subtly erotic, yet quite presentable at fine restaurant.
With twinkling eyes you spoke as a smile crossed your face. “Very good, lil one. The world will be fooled by my slut tonight. I suspect some heads will turn as well. By the end of the night, more than one will desire to take you home. But my lil slut you will not leave my side. For it is I, who shall light the fires that burn within you, and it is I, who shall squelch those flames.
As lovely as you look, my slut, I want you to unbutton your dress from the bottom, until I tell you to stop.”I nodded and obeyed. When my dress fell open to past mid-thigh you commanded me to stop. Standing, as I did before you, the dress draped quite demurely, though I knew that when walking my legs would be revealed, as would the upper hem of my black silk stockings, thus revealing the whitenss of my thighs to all.
Your hands caressed my legs, creeping up over my stocking, and slowly up my thigh. I felt moistness welling within me. Your fingers reached my shaven pussy and I felt the lips part as your finger grazed past my clit, the haven of wetness and slowly to my bud. I softly gasped at your touch as your finger gently probed. As much enjoyment I felt in this, I felt myself blush instinctively. You chuckled. “A little slut, yet so refined, she still blushes before her Master.”
You sat down and reached beside your chair, bringing up a package. “I know this was mentioned in passing, sometime back.”, you said as you pulled out an egg-shaped and a small cock-like vibrator. A slight gasp came from my lips and my eyes widened. Again you laughed and continued, “I know what you think, lil one, 'Tonight, so soon?' Though I know the romantic you are, I also know how much you desire to do the unimaginable for me. Your mind may not wish to comprehend this all of the time, that is normal process. But you, as well as I, know the primal wanton instincts which lay within you, desiring nothing more but to be released. Now step forward to me lil one and open your legs wide.” I stepped forward and did as I was told.
I trembled again, as your hands slipped beneath the layers of satin and lace. You slowly slid the small vibrator from my clit to my wet and wanting pussy, teasingly dipping it in and out. "Part your legs farther, lil one." I did. I felt my excitement rise and this was evident by the new flow of wetness and the vibrator slipped past the bridge and easily into the bud of my ass. I gasped. You adjusted the speed to low and I felt its subtle vibration within me. Your hand then reached for the other toy and my swollen lips were again parted. Where my juices rampantly flowed, you inserted the egg-shaped vibrator. You again used the remote, with your other hand and that vibrator, too, began to softly hum within me. I heard you say, “These “pleasantries” shall remain within you, the remote you will care for until I request it, at which time you shall give it to me promptly. The “pleasantries” will be left on until I remove them myself. Yes, even if you go to the restroom. Now fetch your purse, for our reservations await us."
We arrived at the restaurant. We made a stately couple as we entered. “Take my arm, lil one and hand me the remote.” I obeyed, blushing a bit and feeling a bit of warmth rise through me. I looked around the room taking in my surroundings, yet kept my eyes away from others, afraid they’d see the look of arousal in my eyes. We were guided to our table and I felt a new degree of vibrations. My hand rose to my throat, as I struggled to swallowed my gasp. I felt my face redden and your soft chuckle reached my ears. My eyes were about to dart around the room,to see if anyone had heard or noticed my new state of arousal, but then cast them back to the floor, for I truly, I didn't want to know. I felt my cheeks warm as they flushed a deeper shade of pink.
Once seated we went through all the regular pre-dinner formalities, then the waiter said he’d return with the beverages and to take our order. You sat across from me, a smile playing upon your lips…as you played with me, via the remote. My cheeks stayed flushed as the butterflies danced wildly within me. Instinctively I’d clench my groin and buttocks area trying to stop the vibration with my muscles. But it only added to the vibration's affect, my eyes widened upon that realization and a muted breath escaped my lips. You sat across from me, your eyes dancing with laughter while chuckling aloud,as you watched my futile attempts to control, that which was yours to control.
The waiter returned and asked for our order. "A reprieve!," I thought. I gripped my water glass, somewhat dismayed, yet even more intensely arroused, as I felt the vibrations increase within me. I watched the candle on the table burn, strongly aware of what was burning within my groin and bowel. I hoped that by being seemingly distracted I would not have to order myself, I didn't trust myself to speak. But to my dismay, you told him to ask me what I had decided upon. Knowing full well, that I hadn't even read the menu due to my distraction.
Looking up, I quickly spotted another couple being served steak dinners. Saved from being totally lost for words, I spoke to the waiter's chest, not his face and I ordered as casually as I could, "Steak,soup of the day, with baked potatoe." My words were quickly spoken, so his attentions would turn from me and to my Master. The vibrations within me were heightening. I struggled not to move or appear frenzied. Again, I had to swallow my gasps, as the whirs within me threatened to bring me to an orgasm.
“…and Ma’am how would you like that.” The waiter’s voice broke through to me.
"Pardon me?", I asked. "Your steak, Ma'am."
“Medium well.”, I responded, praying my voice wouldn’t quiver as my insides did and hoping my eyes looked somewhat normal, though they felt as big as saucers. I put the glass of water to my lips, and as I went to take a sip I felt another increase of vibrations soar through me. I could not help but gasp aloud as a near-orgasm leapt from the depths of my groin.
“Ma’am, are you okay?”, the waiter innocently asked, truly concerned for my well-being. Through fluttering eyelids, I looked to you for assistance, the glass still upon my lips. Finally I felt the vibrations decrease and I gratefully sipped the water to calm my voice. “Yes, I’m, um, my throat is dry, is all Sir. Thank you.”
After the waiter took your order and departed and you chuckled. “Oh,’lil one, the faces you do make. With practice, you will become better.” My mind rushed. ”With practice? Oh, my god!”, yet my body quivered at the mere thought. As the time ticked by and we exchanged conversation and I soon I learned that each time the waiter approached, the vibrations would increase. I tried so very hard to maintain my composure as I felt my juices flow and my face flushing. The waiter would sometimes give me looks of concern, yet said nothing. However, after an hour’s time had passed he smiled knowingly, causing me to blush even more profusely. I presumed that you told him of the “pleasantries” when I had left to powder my face, a futile attempt at my recomposure.
Despite my embarrassment of this humbling humiliation in full view of all the restaurant patrons, my desires within were flaring. Slight tremors quaked through me and my nipples protruded the lace bodice of my dress, with their hardness. As much as I tried to hold still, I had to shift time to time trying to contain myself. Every now and then I’d catch a glimpse of a gentleman watching our table. Each time I’d redden more and cast my eyes back to you or to the tablecloth. You guided our conversation, never mentioning the toys within me. The “pleasantries" spoke for themselves, silently whirring faster or slower, at your will. During the conversation you informed me, that during the rest of the evening I would reach orgasm upon the mention of the word “dessert”. My eyes widened, yours danced with heightened amusement. "Lil one,do you understand me?" As my mind whirled with comprehension and dread filled my belly, my eyes rose from the tabletop to yours eyes,I responded softly, "Yes, Master."
Master didn't need to say more. I ate as slowly as I could, attempting to put off my fate. But as life would have it, all things must come to an end, and I slipped the last morsel of food onto my fork and into my mouth. Throughout my meal, you adjusted the speed of the remote. I felt your eyes upon me when I set my fork down. I looked up at you, my face flushed. You spoke, “You quiver well, lil one and I see your meal is done.” I nodded, feeling tremors quaking within me, from fear and of anticipation.
I felt as though I was waiting an impending doom. Yes, I knew my fate. Granted an orgasm would be such a needed release after hours, my body was near its breaking point. Yet having a public orgasm, was something I had only read about. I knew my body could not yield much more, you had been torturing me erotically for hours now.
I felt the vibrations increase bit by bit and I stirred uncomfortably in my chair. Again clenching and unclenching the walls of my wanton orifices, hoping to squelch the erotic pulsations deep within. Of course, it did not. I knew any moment the waiter would arrive. I tried to everything I could do to settle the butterflies which danced furiously within me. I lit a cigarette, sipped water, folded and refolded the napkin, in effort to distract myself from succumbing to passion-furied whirs within me. All the while I felt your gaze upon me, watching my arousal increase at your will.
Suddenly he was there, looming over me~the waiter. I looked at you one more time. Begging you silently with my eyes, “Please.”. You simply smiled back at me, idlely smoking your cigar, hand under your chin, watching.
“Ma’am, what dessert would be your choice tonight?”
I gasped! The earth moved beneath me. My fingers gripped the table cloth, my eyelids closed as my eyeballs rolled back. Wave after wave rushed through me and my sexual musk filled the room. I licked my parched lips with my tongue, and gutteral moans continued to escape from them. I trembled and quivered. Frenzied orgasms rushed through me time and time again, for what seemed to be an eternity. My pussy lips were swollen and the juices rampantly flowed, the bud quivered instictively. Before you, the wide-eyed waiter,and the nameless dinner guests surrounding us; my body was wracked uncontrollably by orgasms.
Finally my eyes fluttered open, the room still spun. I tried to focus, you lifted the glass of water to my lips and said, “Good girl.” Oblivious to everything, waiter included, I looked into your eyes and whispered, “Thank you, Master.” Beads of sweat poured off my forehead, my hands trembled as I finally released the tablecloth which had been clenched in my fingers. My eyelids were heavy and my eyes were glazed over from throes of ecstasy. I could still feel the many eyes upon me, hearing the murmurs of disbelief and other mumbled conversations being shared at the neighboring tables.
Amused by everything that had happened, you told me to look around us. I flushed many shades of red as women still sat watching in horror, totally appalled at my wanton display. You continued to tell me though, you had noted a couple or two smiling and whispering to their companions; they were obviously familiar with the D/s lifestyle, or just totally aroused by what they had witnessed. You continued, stating that the waiter had stared dumbfounded, asking you if he had caused my obvious orgasm. You said you laughed and told him he had merely been a puppet in the show. I tried to recall this conversation that took place at our table, right beside me, but could not.
Continuing, you divulged that the waiter himself had gotten an instant erection and dropped the dessert menu list to his groin to cover his bulge. You suspected the men who had observed the tantalizing show, surely went home to seek some relief from their women, whether they were willing partners or not.
Finishing my cigarette, I rested my head upon your shoulder. Suddenly I recalled that in the morning I had to rise and catch the plane and return home. My first visit with my Master was coming to an end. I sighed at the thought and a tear came to my eye, sliding down my cheek.
As though you read my mind, you stated, “’Lil one, don’t be sad. You will be back. After all, you never had 'dessert'. "
Copyright 09-16-02 feather aka mjwr Protected by the copyright law. Not to be reproduced, copied or reprinted in any form without the express permission of the author. [email protected]
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