Chapter 16

�Right, girl, on your feet, time to be on our way, no, you don’t need a purse, just lipstick and comb, I’ve got them here in my jacket pocket.� With that He escorts her out the door. �Go and call the elevator while I lock up. Hurry.�

She runs down the hallway, tricky in these heels but how to press the elevator button? Oh, yes�the hierarchy, nose first, oh good, she’s avoided another set of strokes, kneel or squat to push the button?�better kneel, yes, that works. Back on her feet, wait for the elevator, hope nobody comes down the hall to see her wrists locked behind her back, on the other hand, would that be a total disaster? Nobody knows anybody in these buildings; it’s all so anonymous. Not her problem, anyway, she’s a slavegirl obeying her Master. Ding�oh good, the elevator’s empty, hold it open with her ass while Master saunters down the hall. Check her lipstick in the elevator mirror. Not good enough, should she kneel to ask Him for her lipstick? Of course! She’s a slavegirl. With a vibrating dildo that suddenly hits on full! Ooh, what a cruel Master! He’ll probably make her lick the floor of the elevator, too. Oh, god the juices are really flowing now, oh, please hurry, Master. Bump from the elevator door� another one�another one and with the vibrations in her tunnel, these are also a bit of a turn-on, there’s a little puddle forming at the elevator door but it’s dripping down the elevator shaft, no problem.

�Lobby, I think, the car should be out front.�

Doors close. She kneels, knees wide spread. �Sir, may this slavegirl please refresh her lipstick?�

�Well done, slavegirl, yes you may. Just squat to step through and kneel to do the touchup.�

�Thank you, Sir.� She kneels upright, her wrists held close in front by the bangles and lock and takes the lipstick in her left hand. This is soooo hard; she’s always used her right hand to apply lipstick. Carefully, now, don’t make a mess in front of Him. Oh, not fair, the vibrator throws her into another spasm, a streak of lipstick across her cheek.

�OK, that’s enough of the toy, for now. Here, use my handkerchief to wipe off the excess.�

�Thank you. Sir� She cleans off the excess, checks in the mirror again, looks ok, a little heavier than she normally wears but appropriate for this dress and heels. She offers the used hankie and the lipstick up to Him, her head bowed. He takes them and puts them away in His pocket but no signal to get up, yet. Ding�fourth floor. A fingersnap, �UP, slavegirl!� With a quick, smooth flowing motion, she rolls onto her toes and rises. He pulls her into His arms just as two little old ladies make their way into the car. Maybe He doesn’t intend to humiliate her tonight, He didn’t even make her step through her cuffs, her arms are folded against His chest, wrists together on His right shoulder, ooh His arms are so strong, this is heavenly. She can see the old ladies in the mirror, one of them is frowning, a total bluestocking, but the other seems to have a twinkle in her eye. Ding�lobby. With His left hand he gestures, �Ladies first.� Then, He folds her behind Him and walks out of the elevator, His hand on the padlock between her wrists, pulling her along as if her arms were a leash. He leads her to an antique Rolls Royce limousine, driven by a tall, dark wiry chauffeur dressed in impeccable livery, complete to cap. The chauffeur holds the door for them. �Thank you, Carlos, I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long.�

�Not at all, Sir. Besides, as the Boss would say, the lady was worth the wait.�

�She does cleanup nicely, doesn’t she. Turn round, girl.�

�Very nice, Sir. I hope we’ll be seeing you at the estate soon, she would make a remarkable ornament for one of the old man’s parties.�

�Now, that’s a good thought. Express my thanks to William, if you would. I believe we’ll show up later this month. In any event, tell him I’ll call him tomorrow night.� He gets into the rear of the limo and gestures for her to climb in, but points to the floor beside Him. She kneels while Carlos closes the door with a soft click, opens the right front door and gets behind the wheel. The car starts up with a growl but soon settles into a barely audible purr She notices the windows are darkly tinted, nobody save Carlos can see her kneeling in the car and he seems to have taken no notice. Maybe he’s used to seeing pretty girls kneeling in the back of his car?

�Will is a good friend and frequent customer. When I told him my plans for the evening, he offered the use of the car, insisted, actually. I’ll be taking you to at least one of his weekend events sometime soon. Carlos is�well, I don’t think there is an actual title, sort of what the English would call a gentleman’s gentleman. Has even been known to cook, on occasion. Hands at the back of your neck, chest out, eyes closed�

�Yes, Sir�

Ten endless minutes later, the car pulls up to the curb. She doesn’t notice because for the entire duration of the trip, the vibrator has been having its evil way with her, bringing her right to the edge, then shutting off, OOH, He reads her like a book, seems to know her body’s response better than she does. Suddenly, the door opens, a hand on her elbow helps her out of the car and to her feet.

�Well done, girl, eyes still closed, I see, and you didn’t break position while getting out. What do you think, Carlos, is she a keeper?

�I would say, definitely a keeper, Sir, and I’m sure the boss will agree.�

�No doubt, the lecherous old�! Thanks for the ride Carlos, we should be out by ten thirty.�

�The car will be waiting whenever you’re ready, Sir. Have a pleasant evening.�

�Thank you, see you later.�

�Remain silent, but open your eyes.�

The Hummingbird Centre. The opera, Don Giovanni, and she’s been standing here for minutes, now, hands behind her head, elbows back, chest out, feet shoulder width apart, everyone looking at her, OOH, a monster orgasm, didn’t even need the vibrator. She’s standing on grass so no visible puddle but her stockings are soaked. Oh, this is sooooo embarrassing; will anyone she knows be here tonight? He reaches behind her neck and removes the lock from her bracelets.

�Hands beside your ass.�

With His hand on her right elbow, He leads her into the theatre.

�Five minutes to curtain, you’ve just time to do some quick mopping up in the bathroom, hurry up, now.�

She scurries off to the little slavegirls room, oh please, god, let there not be a crowd at the sink.

Sure enough, twelve women primping and chatting, thank god, an open stall, she goes in and tears off half a roll of paper. She dunks half the roll into the toilet bowl and uses the water to wipe her oils off her thighs and what she can reach of her slit, with the crotch ropes in the way. The rest of the pad to dry herself as quick as she can, still damp but this will have to do. She snags a couple of paper towels to dry her hands, gives her hair a quick pat in front of the mirror, smiles at the women still primping and scurries back to Him. Naturally, there is a group of men at the foot of the staircase. Probably waiting for their wives to finish primping. From the looks on their faces, they’re not affronted the way the women were; hope they enjoy the view as she goes up the stairs. There He is, waiting at the foot of the grand staircase to the balcony. Oh God, the whole lobby will see, a mental shrug, slavegirl has already had this conversation, if Master wishes to show her, then she will be shown, and be proud of it. With her hands firmly framing her ass, she does her best slow strut across the lobby to His side.

�You look lovely, Juliet, that slight flush to your cheeks is particularly appealing.�

�Thank you, Sir. It must be almost curtain time?�

�Yes, our seats are just up the first flight of stairs, go ahead up, I want to watch.�

�Yes, Sir.� She climbs the stairs slowly, walking right up the middle, well away from the handrail. She is careful to ensure a nice sway to her hips and a lot of jiggle to her ass, after all, her Master is watching. Getting to the top, she stands to the side by the door while He makes His rapid way up. Two steps at a time and He’s not even out of breath when He takes her elbow to escort her to their seats. He has a pair in the second row of the first balcony, near the centre; they have to squeeze past several couples already in place. Curiously enough, these all give them a smile, none of the disgust she had seen from the women primping downstairs. Do they know what she is? Dare she ask? Certainly not now, lights are going down, the overture is starting. They reach their seats just then and He seats her to His right. Taking her wrists in His hand, He clicks the padlock through the bangles on her wrists, locking them together in front.

�Enjoy, my lovely.�