The oysters were perfection and the wine was the ideal accompaniment. Next Thomas ordered an Indian dish, Butter Chicken. It arrived with assorted chutneys and breads. All through the meal Thomas kept one shoe-less foot or the other in Sophie's crotch, she was constantly on the verge of climaxing but he was careful to pull back as soon as her skin flushed and she moaned softly. The waiter had recovered his cool exterior and he lingered a little longer on each visit to their table, his gaze passing through the glass top to the action below each time he replenished their glasses.

As the curry dishes were being removed, Thomas said to the waiter. "We will wait a while before ordering dessert. Come back in 15 minutes. " A small, knowing smile flickered across the waiter's face, he nodded and left.

"Sophie, time for your punishment. I want you to kneel under the table and take my cock out of my trousers"

She slid down and moved to kneel between Thomas's open knees. Unzipping and opening his fly she carefully removed his almost erect cock. As she held it she felt it stiffen in her hand and Thomas shifted in his chair.

"Now, make me come before the waiter returns but be careful not to stain that lovely dress."

She did what she had done so often before, tenderly stroking the hot flesh. As the beads of pre-cum formed she licked them away hearing Thomas's soft moans from above. She used her tongue and lips in such a way that he slumped down to receive her better. His hand held her head with his fingers tangled in her hair. After a few minutes he firmly pushed her head onto his rigid cock and she gagged audibly. She thought it was an accident and accepted his penis, sucking it lovingly. Again, unable to control his passion, he made her take the full length of his erection and jarred it into her throat, holding it there.

She was unable to breath and struggled in his grip, tears streamed down her face from the gagging. Just as she felt she would faint he pulled away and exploded in her mouth, filling it with his warm cum. She swallowed frantically to prevent the cum from spilling out and staining her dress. The more she swallowed the more gushed in, her mouth was full. Then she saw Thomas's hand holding out a napkin for her. Gratefully she took it to help clean the cum. While she was kneeling there trying to keep things under control there was a tap at the door.

"Come." Thomas called out and, to her horror, the waiter entered. At first he looked at the empty chair where she had been sitting then he gradually focused on her below the glass table. It took him a moment to realise what had transpired and he smiled weakly, blushing.

"Are you ready to order dessert, sir?' he asked.

"Yes, leave the menu and we'll take a look when the lady has collected herself." Thomas answered coolly. Shaken and mortified, Sophie crawled from under the table as the waiter retreated.

Her hair was wildly tousled from Thomas's hands and tears streaked her face. What she had thought was going to be a loving act had turned into an ordeal for her, which she lovingly accepted. Her throat ached where he had battered it but still she felt such love for him knowing it was his passion for her that had caused the roughness. The pleasant taste of his cum lingered on her lips.

She tried to compose herself, taking the mirror and comb; she did what repairs she could. He watched her, apparently dispassionately, but inside he ached to hold her and apologise for his roughness with her. He had re-zipped his trousers and was hiding his discomfort by examining the dessert menu. Sophie took several sips of the, now flat, champagne to try and calm herself.

"What would you like for dessert, Sophie?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the menu

She cleared her sore throat and looked at her hands, folded in her lap. She had no idea where this weekend would take her but so far she felt she had been a disappointment to her lover. She thought that she had failed to become what Thomas wanted and she was beginning to doubt her ability also.

"Would you order for me, Master?' she said woodenly.

"Very well." He put the menu down and clapped once, loudly. The waiter appeared looking nervously at Sophie but her eyes remained downcast. Thomas ordered profiteroles and coffee for two. As an afterthought he added a brandy for himself.

The cream filled pastries were delicious and she ate in silence as Thomas told her what the evening held for them.

"We will go downstairs to the ballroom. I believe you are an excellent dancer Sophie but, as you know, I do not enjoy it. You must accept any and all who invite you to partner them. Some may behave in a way that will shock you but you must show no emotion. I will be watching you at all times, do you understand?" Silently she nodded.

They finished the meal and Thomas carried his brandy snifter down stairs with him. As they reached the last step and stood in the wide entrance hall Sophie stopped.

"May I be excused, Master?" she asked, eyes lowered. "I would like to freshen up."

"Very well." He sat in one of the plush armchairs scattered around the wall and sipped his brandy. "You need to re-apply your make-up. Be quick, Sophie. I will wait here"

She hastened to the ladies room and, peeling off the long, red gloves, she stood in front of the mirror. Horrified at her ruined appearance she hurriedly splashed coldwater on her face to cool it. She combed out her tangled hair until it shone once more and applied the make-up carefully. When she was satisfied that she looked as she had back at the hotel she went out to join her lover. He rose as she approached and, taking her arm, he led her towards the music.