Chapter 17



Later, she having resumed her kneeling position in the limo, � so, did you enjoy the opera, my lovely?�

�Oh yes, Sir, it was wonderful, especially that tenor aria and the duet with the mezzo�they were terrific. The whole night was magical, Sir, thank you soooo much! May a slavegirl ask, are those your regular seats?�

�Yes, I’ve season tickets as do everyone in that row.�

�So that’s how you know them all, to be able to talk to them in the lobby during intermission?�

�Well, partly, but they are all in the local scene. I’d speculate that at least four of the ladies were dressed as severely as yourself.�

�That explains why this slavegirl felt so comfortable in their company, none of those glares of disgust like most of the other women gave her. They all smiled and chatted with me like old friends of yours.�

�Friends and customers; bondage furniture is not something you can pick up at a standard furniture store.�

�No, that’s for sure. Sir, have you had dinner, yet?�

�Getting a little peckish, are you?�

�Starving, Sir.�

He smiles at His loving slave and caresses her cheek. �Not to worry, we’re on our way to deal with that minor problem right now, I do hope you like seafood?�

�Well, not squid or octopus or shark, otherwise, yes, absolutely, slavegirl loves seafood.�

�Pretty much my own tastes, how nice. Well, there’s a very nice seafood joint up on the Danforth, a Greek place but they do a lot more than squid and eggplant.�

�Sounds wonderful, Sir, what about Mr. Carlos, our driver?�

�Oh, Carlos wouldn’t think of intruding, no doubt he’s well stuck into a good book, I know he has a thermos of coffee up there, this is not an unusual sort of evening for him. Still�Carlos, shall I have them send an order of that spanikopita you like out to you?�

�If you would be so kind, Sir, I am having a small attack of the munchies.�

�No problem, my friend, you’ll be parked in the lot out back, I take it?�

�Indeed, Sir, when I made the reservations I had them save a space in the lot for me.�

�You’re usual impeccable service, Carlos.�

�Thank you, Sir, just doing what Mr. William pays me for. The rest is just perks of the job.�

�Pleasant enough perks, though?�

�For sure, Sir. Here we are, I’ll let you off out front and then pull around back.�

Opening the rear door, he assists her with a steadying hand on her left elbow so that she can get out without moving her hands from the back of her neck. She stands on the sidewalk, elbows back, chest out, back straight, feet shoulder width apart and suddenly feels the vibrator at medium. She hasn’t felt it since before the show and is, by now, so used to wearing it she had forgotten its existence. No longer. Her Master takes His time getting out of the limo, enjoying the quivering of her body as she fights off the impending orgasm. Finally, the vibrations slow to the low setting, just enough to keep her hot and horny for hours. He takes her in His arms and spends some indeterminate amount of time exploring her tonsils. At last, when she is panting for breath��Put your hands down, lets have dinner, no orgasm while we’re in the restaurant.�

�Yes, Sir, you’re slavegirl will try very hard to hold back.�

�Make sure you succeed, I’m looking forward to taking you to bed tonight.�

�Oooh�Sir, what torture�. And incentive, Yes, Sir, slavegirl will be good.�

�Good evening, Sir, welcome back. Your table is ready, a table with privacy, as you requested, if you will step this way, Sir�. Is this what you had in mind, Sir?�

�Yes, that potted tree gives a very nice bit of privacy, this will do very nicely, no, that’s alright, I will seat the lady myself, just leave us the menu, if you would.�

�Very good, Sir, your waiter will be with you shortly, please, enjoy your dinner.�

�Arms wrist to wrist at the middle of your back.� He clicks the padlock closed through her bangles, securing her wrists and then holds out a chair to seat her with her back to the room.

�Sit just on the edge of the chair, sit up, back straight, place your feet so the ankles are inside, touching the chair legs.�

�Like this, Sir?� The position causes her tight skirt to ride up high on her thighs, exposing some creamy bare skin above her stocking tops.�

�Just like that, now they do a very nice salmon on a bed of rice with cream sauce, will that do for you?�

�Yes, Sir, that would be lovely, a lot of calories, though?�

�Not to worry, so long as you can hold out through dinner, I expect we can work the calories off later.�

�Good evening Sir, are you and the lady ready to order or shall I bring you a drink from the bar first?�

�Hello Stanislaus, yes, I think we’ll order now; the lady will have the salmon on rice and I believe I’ll have the surf and turf, crab legs, not lobster. I’d also like a quick peek at the wine list. First, though, our driver is parked out back, the Rolls limo, would you be kind enough to bring him out an order of spanikopita, when you have a moment?�

�Yes Sir, spanikopita, I’ll see to it myself.�

�While I’m studying the wine list, would you bring me a glass of your armangnac and a soda water with a twist of lime for the lady.�

�Yes Sir, coming right up.�

�Here you are, Sir, soda with a twist of lime and a straw for the lady and your armangnac, Sir. Your dinners will be ready in about twenty minutes, may I bring you an appetizer of some sort, perhaps a salad?�

�No thank you, Stanislaus, I don’t want to spoil our appetites for later.�

�Ah, yes Sir, I quite understand, I’ll bring your dinners in twenty minutes, then�

�Thank you, Stanislaus.�

Dinner proved to be the most excruciating torment! Being fed by her Master wasn’t at all unpleasant, quite the contrary, and the meal was superb. On the other hand, being forbidden to orgasm, when He’s taking such delight in toying with the speed control on her intruder and the ropes are biting so deliciously firmly into her most sensitive flesh is a level of torment more appropriate to Dante’s seventh level of hell. Sitting there knowing that at least some of the other diners can see her with her wrists bound behind her back and dress pulled up high on her thighs is enough in its own right to keep her juices flowing. Resisting the intense need to come while still maintaining her end of the conversation�. Absolute torture, and He knows it too, the savage Beast. Finally, after an eon of this, �Will there be anything else, Sir?�

No, thank you, Stanislaus, I believe that has taken care of our immediate needs. Very nice, indeed, my compliments to the chef. The crab legs were exquisite. Alaska King Crab?�

�Yes indeed, Sir, we don’t serve any other kind. The chef was Anna tonight, I’ll tell her you enjoyed your dinner.�

�Yes, do that. Here, I believe this out to cover the damage.�

�Indeed, Sir, I’ll bring the receipt and your change directly.�

�No, you keep it, buy something special for Anna.�

�Thank you kindly, Sir.�

�Be so good as to call our driver for us, if you would?�

�Certainly, Sir, right away.�

�Thank you and a very goodnight to you and the lovely Anna, see you again soon.�

�Good night Sir, thank you for dining with us. I hope you have a pleasant evening.

Walking with the vibrator going full blast, a slow strut through the restaurant out to the sidewalk to wait for Carlos, her teeth firmly clenched, trying desperately to hold back her orgasm that last few paces, she made it just in time. Standing on the sidewalk, His arms around her and His lips on hers are just enough to hold her up through the crushing intensity of an orgasm so long delayed.

�Held out just long enough, I see. Well done, my precious, that should have you nicely warmed up for later.�

�Thank you, Sir, you descendant of Torquemada, you!�

�Are you implying that I, kindly, gentle soul that I am, was somewhat unkind to you in there?� �Implying, Sir? No Sir, not implying, Sir.�

�Oh, well said, my luscious little slavegirl, I suppose I was testing your willpower. You did very well, I’m impressed.�

�Thank you Sir, you did offer me serious motivation.�

Right, well, here’s Carlos, into the car with you now.�



In the elevator: �Sir, slavegirl needs to refresh her lipstick, can she have her wrists freed for the moment?�

�No, pretty slave, it can wait until we’re inside, just remain kneeling like you are, only two more floors.�

�Yes, Sir, thank you for tonight, Sir. Slavegirl had a wonderful time, Sir.�

�It’s not over yet, my lovely.�

�Oooh, I�slavegirl is finding it hard to wait. Sir.�

�Speaking of hardness, what do you think it’s been like for me, these last few hours. It was all I could do not to rip off your dress and have you on the table there in the restaurant!�

�If Sir was uncomfortable, Slavegirl could have been ordered under the table to relieve Him?�

�No, my lovely, anticipation! Here’s our floor.�

�But Sir, my apartment is still two floors up?�

�I know, follow me.� He stops her in the stairwell, unlaces her dress and eases it down over her hips. She steps out of it to stand, nude save for her rope body harness, garterbelt, stockings and heels.

�Count to one hundred and then come up.�

�Yes Sir.� He collects her dress and starts up the stairs, her apartment key in hand.

Maneuvering the stairway door open with her wrists cuffed together in the middle of her back proves to be a non-trivial challenge but doable on the third attempt.

Her apartment door is closed, what should she do? Knock with her forehead or kneel in the hallway and wait? She kneels, forehead to the floor, ass high in the air. The door opens, a flash of light from her digital camera. �Well done, my sweet, stand.� She rises gracefully to her feet and stands, head bowed, awaiting an invitation inside. First, though, her Master gently grasps her jaw and lifts, her eyes close as her lips open for His kiss. Another extended exploration of her tonsils, she is gasping for breath and somehow they have made their way into the bedroom. �Just stand here a minute, I’ll be right back, keep your eyes closed.�

He returns momentarily and she feels her leather blindfold being wrapped around her head, the snick of the lock, then He unties and unwraps the rope through her loins to remove the dildo that has been keeping her at peak all evening. He takes the two ends of the ˝ inch manila where they dangle from the eyesplice at her belly, wraps and ties one end firmly around her right breast, the other around her left, then ties the two together behind her neck. Already, her breasts are swelling; her nipples have been hard all night, now they’re almost an inch long. She can’t see them, but she can surely feel them when he guides her onto her knees on the bed and pushes her back down till her breasts are brushing the quilt. A brief pause, the sound of His zipper, His shoes flying across the room, the rustle of His shirt falling to the floor, her pussy quivering in eagerness, a creak of bedsprings as His warmth approaches behind her and suddenly, she is filled to the brim with His instrument, one long, magnificent thrust that thrills her to the marrow of her bones. He pauses to regain control, His right hand reaching around to finger her throbbing clit. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he begins sliding out and back in, out and in, a gentle rhythm that is rapidly driving her mad; she buries her face in the pillow to muffle her screams as her body begins to shake and the long denied orgasm almost breaks through.

�I don’t think that pillow is quite doing the job, don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back. She feels Him slowly sliding out of her, still rock hard, hears Him striding across the room. He returns and slides right back into her wetly dripping channel. �Lift your head a moment.� Her largest ballgag, the snick of padlock closing it snugly at the back of her neck, under her hair. His hands reach under to caress her swollen breasts, tweak her nipples as He resumes that same slow rhythm. She tries rocking her hips back and forth in an effort to increase His stimulation only to have his right hand swat her backhanded across the right cheek of her ass. Then his left similarly and both hands reach around to toy with her belly and clit. Work roughened fingers sliding across her most intimate flesh as that iron hard rod slides in and out, she’s so close, right on the verge, when suddenly, he slides out. She feels the bed compress to her left as He stretches out on His back. Then, His hand on her left thigh, guiding her up and over, her knees enclosing His hips, His plumbing pushing delicately at the entrance to her slit, kneeling upright now, she eases herself down His shaft. His hands on her breasts, establishing the rhythm, pinching her nipples when she goes too fast, stroking her gently when she slows. She gets into a regular up and down motion but its like pumping the bellows on a forge, her body trembles and shakes, her breath coming in short pants and gasps, suddenly, a loud intake of His breath and He stiffens. Just as she feels Him starting to spurt inside her, her own orgasm breaks loose. He keeps her moving up and down throughout what feels like five minutes of continuous shaking, then finally pulls her down to brush her breasts against His chest. The additional stimulation of His chest hair against her nipples wrings the last bit of orgasm out of her and she collapses against Him, moaning through her gag. His arms enclose her and pull her tight and she sighs with pleasure.

Some little while later, she feels the gag being unlocked and eased out of her mouth. �You can clean me up, now, and then we’ll hit the shower.�

Yes, Sir, thank you Sir, that was incredible, Sir.� She kneels upright to allow His now softening penis to slide out of her warm, wet channel followed by a flow of mixed sperm and her juice onto His belly. She kneels beside Him and eagerly licks Him clean, slurping up the mixed juice like a kid with an ice cream on a hot summer day. She takes His beloved cock into her mouth, tonguing it clean and nuzzling into His pubic hair to get every last drop. She hears the lock on her blindfold being released, suddenly she can see Him again, she smiles around the cock in her mouth, gives it a last lick for good measure and kneels upright to offer her breasts for unbinding. �Well done, my lovely, I am well pleased with you. Let’s have that rope of and then shower. He sits up, unties the rope at the back of her neck, unties her left breast, then her right, pauses to massage some blood into the now painfully swollen orbs as she gasps in relief, then pulls the ends through the eyesplice at her belly and tosses the rope aside. A swat on her ass. �Stand up and strip, slavegirl, I think those nylons need a good soaking overnight.�

�Yes Sir, your slavegirl hopes her legs will hold her up while she strips.�

�Well, if you must kneel to strip, go ahead.�

�Thank you, Sir.�

�That’s all right, I guess it might be partly my fault if your legs are a little weak at the moment.�

�Partly, Sir? Uh, Sir, how is your obedient slavegirl to strip with her hands locked behind her back?�

�Ah, good point�.fetch that two foot chain and a pair of locks.�