The doorbell rang just as Paula reached the foyer of her apartment,
and she opened the door breathlessly, a broad smile on her face.
Her long-time lover and Master for tonight’s activities stood on the
mat, dressed impeccably in a grey silk suit with a rich, dark green
shirt and tie of black and gold. His dark brown hair was cut in a
wind-blown style that curled slightly across his forehead. His
mustache and goatee were neatly trimmed and gave him a round and happy
look. His face expressed his delight as he saw her dressed in the
clothes he had selected.
His gaze made Paula feel wet and squishy inside. She sighed with
pleasure and giggled as she lowered her eyes and blushed. While he had
selected each item and imagined how she would look in it, his
delighted smile and the immediate bulge in his pants filled her with
joy, knowing she could affect him like this.
She laid her hand on his arm and arched up just a bit to kiss him
warmly, then he was sweeping her into a deep bend, his lips pressing
passionately against hers, one arm supporting her, the other trailing
teasingly down over her breasts.
His fingers caught the chain as it hung between her clamped nipples
under the fabric of the blouse, and he broke the kiss, gazing down
into her eyes. She also saw his nostrils flare as he caught the
delicious combination of scents: his favorite perfume and the rich
musk of her sex. His lips curled up in a naughty grin.
“You have done well, beloved, ” he said, helping her to stand up
straight again. “I shall have to think of a suitable reward for you.”
“You know I am delighted to please you, Kevin,” she replied softly,
clinging to his side and losing herself in his deep brown eyes.
“Paula, sweet sexy one, you DO please me, simply by caring about me.
That you desire me as well…” His voice trailed off. They stood
quietly for a long moment on the doorstep, the silence of lovers who
understand what is being said without the need for words. Finally,
Kevin kissed Paula lightly.
“We will be late for our reservations if we stand here any longer,” he
chuckled, taking her arm and guiding her down to the car. He opened
the door and stepped back to watch as Paula bent to step into the sexy
little sports car.
The black leather skirt rode up, revealing the lower curves of her
firm, shapely ass. The thong was barely visible between the lovely
globes until it widened into a black triangle to cover her hairless
sex. Even there, he could see that Paula’s puffy labia were already
slipping out from beneath the soft fabric and allowing it to bunch up
in her wet, pink slit.
As she settled into the leather of the passenger’s seat, Kevin leaned
over her. His hand slid under Paula’s chin and tilted her head back as
he placed a hungry kiss on her lips, sliding his tongue into her
mouth. She raised her own hands around his neck and held him as the
kiss became more and more heated. At last he broke away and stood.
Paula smiled, a little wickedly, for she could see that his erection
was straining inside his pants.
“I gather my skirt and thong gave the view you had hoped for, love?”
she said softly after he had shut her door and stepped around to slide
into the driver’s seat. His answer was to take her hand and pull it
between his legs. He said nothing else as he started the car and put
it in gear.
The drive to the restaurant was not very long, but Paula kept her hand
firmly on her Master’s cock the entire time. She did not move it or
stroke it, since he had not asked that of her. She did feel him
throbbing and pulsing under the warm flesh of her palm and fingers,
and she could not prevent her mind from picturing the thick, hot shaft
as she had seen it so often, standing proud and ready to pleasure her
in so many delightfully wicked ways.
Kevin spoke quietly as he drove. He gave no verbal acknowledgement of
her hand on the silk-covered bulge of his cock, but a subtle shift of
his body in the seat, and once a sharp intake of breath, told her that
he was enjoying it. She had to stop thinking about his sweet penis
though, because he was telling her what he expected for the evening.
“You remember the rules, don’t you?” He glanced at her for just a
moment, and she nodded.
“Yes, Kevin, I remember them. I am to sit with my legs apart, and with
my chest pushed out. I think you had probably better bring the little
round pillow to slip behind my back since I don’t think I can hold
that position for very long.”
He nodded and the hint of a grin played at the corners of his lips.
“You would if I commanded… but you will find the pillow in your bag
already.”
Paula shook her head and smiled. “You seem to always anticipate my
worries, Kevin.”
“Master.”
She gasped and felt her sex moisten. Her voice was hesitant when she
responded. “A-am I to call y-you that all evening?”
“Yes. No matter who is at hand. Call me Master.”
“V-very well, M-Master.” The lust growing in her voice made Kevin’s
cock throb again beneath her hand, and she moaned softly at the
sensation. This was farther than he had ever gone before, and she
loved it. Wanted it. Needed it.
“Continue.” His voice had an edge, a hardness that made her clamped
nipples throb and her sex to grow even more wet.
“I will submit to whatever you require of me as we enter, order and
eat. I am to expect to be exposed to others from time to time as well.
If I become extremely excited, I am to ask you for permission to
masturbate, which you may or may not give.” Paula bit her lip, the
wickedness of what she was going to do tonight making her shake both
with lust and fear. “But what will we do if we are caught, love–I
mean, Master?”
“That is my worry, Paula. Or should I call you ‘slut’ as you call me
‘Master’?” Kevin said this with a wicked smirk. He knew the use of
epithets such as this excited his beloved. Indeed, from his lips she
considered them endearments, at least at times.
“Oh yes, Master, please, I am your wicked little slut,” she sighed
happily.
“As you wish then, slut. But I shall refer to you as such all night,
do you understand?”
“Yes, Master. It will make me very wet and horny and I will love it.”
Paula glanced at him. His face was impassive as he looked back at her,
his eyes cool. She felt her pussy begin to ooze as she comprehended
what he was trying to say. “You mean everytime you speak to me, or
speak to others about me…”
“That is correct, slut. For this evening, you are Paula the slut.
Shortened to slut most of the time.”
Paula sighed, again that mix of rampant erotic desire and a quiver of
trepidation. “Yes Master,” she whispered.
No more was said until they reached the restaurant.
Kevin helped her from the car and tossed the keys to the attendant.
That young man eyed Paula up and down and grinned broadly. “Bella
puta!” he said, and Kevin laughed.
“You have to love Italian restuarants,” he chuckled. He stopped and
turned, with his arm still around Paula, but only for a moment.
Releasing her, he spoke softly but authoritatively in her ear. “Pose
for him, the way I showed you, slut.”
Blushing, Paula stepped back toward the car. She let her legs slip
apart slightly and gazed straight at the young man who stood there,
astounded. She bent forward slightly, thrusting her large breasts out,
making their unhindered state very obvious. She also arched her back,
thrusting her bottom up and straining the black leather skirt which
rode up on the plump globes much as it had earlier when she got in the
car. A naughty smile played across her lips as she watched the
attendant’s eyes grow wide, and she let her tongue lick kittenishly
across them. The guy groaned and she could see the bulge in his livery
trousers.
She glanced back at Kevin who was leaning against one of the other
vehicles. “Go on,” he said. “Give him a show. It’s probably the most
he has gotten in weeks.” Paula bit her lip, trying to gauge her
Master’s intent. He said nothing, so she stepped closer to the car.
Raising her arms above her head, she began to move slowly, erotically,
to music she heard in her head. The motion made her breasts sway, and
she knew that the attendant could now see both her erect nipples and
the clamps that pinched them tight. Paula swiveled her hips and moved
closer to the car and to the sweating young man who watched her with
wide, avid eyes.
She danced up close and turned her back to him, wiggling her bottom.
His groan brought a little smirk to her lips, and she leaned forward
much more than she had earlier. Now the skirt really did slip up her
plump buttocks, and she felt a rush of lust and moisture in her cunt
as she knew what he could see.
Paula glanced up at her Master Kevin, and saw the amused look in his
eyes as she teased the poor parking guy. Still with no direction on
how far she should go, she took a deep breath and moved back one more
step.
Her half-bared cheeks pressed against the attendant’s crotch, and she
felt the stiffness of his hidden shaft nestling in the deep cleft
between her luscious globes. She moaned softly and moved her hips,
grinding against the hard rod.
“JEEESUSSSS!” the young man groaned. A sudden hot wetness spread
against Paula’s ass, and she knew she had made him cum in his pants.
She smiled.
“Bella puta, indeed,” Kevin murmured from directly beside her,
surprising her. He took Paula’s arm and drew her away from the panting
attendant. “I hope you enjoyed that,” he said over his shoulder, and
the young man nodded, his cock still hard in his stained pants, and
his eyes glassy.
Paula moaned in frustration as Kevin led her toward the restuarant’s
main entrance. She could have had an orgasm herself with a few more
grinds against the attendants crotch, but then this was about her
letting her Master control her, not about her own pleasure (at least
not completely). Pushing down her lust once more, she followed Kevin
obediently.
He dropped his hand down her back to fondle her ass just before they
reached the door, and she was reminded that her skirt was still pulled
up slightly, exposing the lowest curves of her ass. She grew wide-eyed
when she saw another couple was there just behind them. They could see
her cheeks and thong!
Kevin openly caressed Paula’s firm globes as they walked in, smiling
at the outraged gasp of the female half of the trailing pair. Feigning
to have only just noticed them as he opened the door for his lover,
Kevin lifted his hand from the warm,leather-clad cheeks. “I’m terribly
sorry,” he said in a conversational tone. “I’m afraid my slut gets a
little unruly if I don’t give her frequent displays of my affection.
Don’t you, my little slut?”
Paula blushed at this first English reference to her status for the
evening. His eyes bored into hers and she whispered, though loudly
enough for the couple to hear, “Yes, Master, I am a naughty slut so
often.”
She was acutely aware now, after what she had done in the parking lot,
after what she had just said in the presence of two strangers, that
she was Kevin’s property for the evening. Further, she knew just how
willing she was that it be so. She had surrendered herself.
She hugged her arm tightly around Kevin’s waist as they stepped up to
the reservation desk, ignoring the offended chatter of the people
behind them.