CHAPTER 1

 

Lance Sterling parked his new black Camaro in the parking lot of the Aladdin Restaurant just off Euclid on Route 66 in Upland, California.  He had picked it up earlier today and was going to celebrate his purchase by taking his wife Meadow out for dinner.  He shut off the engine then put out his right hand.  "Give me your panties."

Meadow gave him a quizzical look then reached under her short black leather skirt and removed her black satin low rider panties and handed them to him.

He felt their warmth and inhaled her scent before placing them in the console.  "You are pleasing me."

"I'm glad, Master."

He touched her collar, a thin white band of leather with a quarter carat diamond in the middle, fastened around her long and elegant neck.  They had been married for twelve years, but it was only a month ago he had collared her and completely changed their relationship as husband and wife.  During the past month, he had repeatedly tested her promise to be submissive to him.  Tonight would be no different.  He took her into his arms and kissed her.  While he did, he moved his hand under the hem of her skirt and touched her pussy.  He now required her to keep her pubic hair short and neatly trimmed around the edges.

"Mmmmmmmm," she softly purred as he lightly caressed her slit.

He probed her mouth with his tongue, felt her yielding to him as expected.  It gave him an erotic tingle.

"I expect you to be completely obedient tonight."

"I know, Master, and I will be," she promised.

"I hope so for your sake because I'm going to test you."

"Yes, Master."  She felt an increase in her anxiety as she wondered what he had in mind.  When he got out and opened her door, she stood and pulled her skirt down and adjusted her black satin blouse.  The blouse was unbuttoned so as to display a good portion of the cleavage that was enhanced by a black pushup bra.

He smiled as he glanced at her cleavage.  "You are a beautiful woman," he complimented her. 

"Thank you, Master."

Taking her into his arms, he kissed her.  He pulled her close and enjoyed the sensation of breasts pressing into his chest then taking her by the arm, he guided her into the restaurant.  He was proud to have such a beautiful woman on his arm.  He smiled as he saw the men and women pause to look at her as they were taken to their table.  He couldn't blame them.  She was tall, fit and well-proportioned.  Her long legs encased in sheer black stockings looked awesome, and with her blond hair pulled up and her sparkling blue eyes highlighted with makeup, she was a striking woman.

Meadow made sure the hem of her skirt concealed the garters attached to her stockings as she sat down with poise.  Due to the skirt's shortness, it was a challenge but she managed.  She quivered when she felt the coolness of the leather chair on her naked pussy.  She was thankful the table cloth nestled in her lap when her chair was properly positioned at the table.  After placing her napkin in her lap, she separated her knees as expected.  She smiled at him as he took his seat to the right of her.

He ordered a black Russian for himself and a white Russian for her.  "Here's to wearing my collar for one month," he toasted her after the drinks arrived.

She sipped her drink in acknowledgement.  As she did, memories of when he placed her under house arrest over five weeks ago filtered through her mind along with the events leading up to him placing his collar around her neck a week later.  It had been quite a week and quite an emotional roller coaster ride as he took firm control of her and dramatically changed their marriage.  She had fought the very idea of being submissive.  After all, she was controlling herself, especially when it came to sex.  She was still finding the transition to complete submission to be problematic at times, but perhaps, the most shocking revelation for her was discovering he had another collared submissive, Mary Lou.  She was amazed and perplexed that he had collared her six years into their marriage and she had been clueless about it.  "And to your new car, Master," she toasted him back.

He smiled.  "I'm going to enjoy it almost as much as I enjoy you."  He sipped his black Russian.  When the waiter appeared, he ordered the Chateaubriand for two.  

"My, we are celebrating tonight, Master."

"We are, my pet."  He gave her a wicked smile that somewhat unsettled her.  He reached under the table and massaged her leg while enjoying the silky texture of her stocking.

"Mmmmmm," she softly purred.  She offered no resistance when he pulled her knees apart even further.  Her eyes widened and she lightly bit her lower lip when his hand moved over the top of the stocking.

He lightly caressed the soft, supple skin of her inner thigh.  He felt her tense as his hand moved closer to her pussy.  He felt her relax when his hand retreated back to her knee.  "I own you," he whispered as he squeezed her knee three times.  Since they began dating, he had used three squeezes to silently say, "I love you."

"You do, Master.  I love you, too."

"I know, my pet.  Another drink?"

"No.  Maybe after dinner."

"Okay."  He ordered another one for himself while contemplating his plans for her.  Since their table was in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant but near three other couples who had arrived shortly after they did, he knew the setting was perfect.  He smiled and continued some small talk while waiting for their dinner to be served.  He wanted her relaxed.  During dinner he talked about the upcoming promotional exam and orals for sergeant at the Ontario Police Department.  He had made corporal after six years and was hoping to make sergeant on his first try.

"I'm sure you will do well, Master."

"I will.  How was dinner?"

"It was fabulous, Master."

He smiled.  He ordered two Drambuies and a fresh glass of ice water after their meal.  "It's been a perfect evening."

"It has, Master.  Thank you."  She touched his glass with hers and took a sip.  Drambuie was her favorite after dinner drink.  She savored the flavor and the warmth it gave her after she swallowed.  She smiled when she felt his hand touch her knee and began to massage her thigh.  She spread her knees wider as his hand slowed moved up her leg.  "Oh," she breathed when he touched her pussy.  She nervously looked around.  She was relieved when she realized the other couples were still engrossed with their dinner and conversation and hadn't heard her.  "Mmmmmm," she softly purred as he continued to lightly caress her slit.

"I own you, my pet."

"For sure, Master," she readily acknowledged.  Her anxiety grew as she realized he was going to test her.  She wondered how.

"I really like how your pussy feels with short hair and being trimmed," he said as his hand moved over it and the freshly shaved skin surrounding it.

"I know, Master."

"I know it takes a lot of extra work and I appreciate it."

"I'm glad, Master.  Oh," she moaned a little louder than she had hoped when he pressed his middle finger into her slit and located her clit.

"You're getting very moist."

"I'm not surprised, Master."

"You will be, my pet."  He removed his finger after making her jump by pressing firmly against her clit and making a few circles around it.

She gave him a puzzled look.  "What do you mean, Master?"

He didn't answer but took another sip of his Drambuie and she did the same.  He gave her a wicked smile then spooned out a large piece of ice.  "Take it."

She did.

"I want you to insert the ice into your pussy."

"You do, Master."

"Yes."

She hesitated and looked around.  She felt her heart beating faster.

"I didn't tell you to look around.  I told you to put the ice in your pussy.  Do it."

"Yes, Master."  Furtively, she lowered her hand under the table.  She jumped when the cold ice touched her thighs then her pussy.  "It's in, Master."

He reached down to check.  "Very good."  He spooned out another large piece of ice and handed it to her.  "This one, too."

"Yes, Master."

"How does it feel?"

"It's very cold, Master."

"Things are gong to get hotter in a moment," he told her.

"Yes, Master."  She could feel the water from the melting ice dripping out of her pussy and making the back of her thighs wet.  She was thankful she was wearing a leather skirt since it wouldn't absorb the water.

"Another Drambuie?"

"Yes, Master."

He placed the order.  "I want you to play with yourself."

Her eyes widened.  "Here, Master?"  She knew she had made a mistake when she saw his eyes flash in anger.

"Yes.  Here.  Now."

"Sorry, Master."  She was so thankful for the napkin and table cloth that concealed her hand.  "Oh," she moaned as she obeyed.

"Enjoy, my pet.  Don't stop until I tell you otherwise."

"I won't, Master," she promised.  She could feel the moisture on the lips of her pussy.  She knew it came from two sources – the water and her arousal.  She kept her arm perfect still but her fingers moving when the waiter served their drinks.  She pursed her lips together to keep from moaning as she played with her clit.  She wasn't going to stop since she knew she had already disappointed her master by questioning what he wanted her to do.  She hoped her complete obedience now would make up for that mistake.  Using her free hand, she picked up her drink and sipped it along with her master after the waiter left.  She needed it.  She felt a growing pool of water on the seat of her chair.  She felt the warmth of the Drambuie.  She felt a warming sensation between her legs and looked at him.

He saw the need in her eyes, could sense it in her body language.  He smiled and sipped his drink.  He felt a marvelous erotic sensation as he took his wife to a new level of obedience.  If they were alone, he would be standing and having her suck his cock as she masturbated.  He controlled his primal and very strong urge to do so.  He envisioned her fingers playing with her pussy.  He patiently waited for what he wanted – her request to cum.

She squirmed slightly.  She rightly sensed he was becoming aroused.  She stifled her moans.  She quickly glanced around as it became readily apparent what he wanted.  She was pleased and relieved that the other diners were oblivious to what was going on.  She knew it was senseless to beg him for mercy to let her forego the pending embarrassment.  It was clear he was testing her promise to be obedient.  She never imagined her test would involve masturbating in public.  She was quivering even more as her fingertips massaged her clit and more and more water mixed with her increasing juices flowed onto the leather cushion of the chair.  "May I cum, Master," she softly whispered.

"Yes.  I want you to cum for me."

"Oh, god," she softly moaned as she went past the point of no return.  She tensed, bit her lower lip.  She looked directly into his eyes.  There was no stopping as she vigorously massaged her special button.  She came.  "Yes!" she blurted out a little too loudly as she shuddered with her release.  She gripped the table with her free hand while pushing two fingers into her drenched hole.  "Mmmmmmm."  She jerked and made her chair move slightly.  Sensing those around them were now looking at her due to her moans and the noise of the chair, she kept eye contact with him.

"Very good, my pet.  You have really pleased me."

"I'm glad, Master."  She slowly withdrew her fingers and gradually moved her hand to the top of the table.  Her breathing was heavy.  She refused to look around.  She finished her drink and felt like she was sitting in a puddle.

"Let's go."

"Yes, Master."  She was glad she was wearing a leather skirt since it wouldn't show any evidence of what had just happened.  She got up then blushed as she noticed several pairs of eyes were on her.  She took his arm for support.  She needed it.  Keeping her eyes down, she walked out.  She felt some cool water running down her legs.  She breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the door.  She welcomed the cool air brushing against her skin and filling her lungs.

"Enjoy, my pet?  It sure sounded like you did."

"Yes, Master."

"Intense?"

"Yes, and embarrassing, Master."

"Yes, our neighbors seemed to enjoy it as well," he said making her blush even a deeper red.  He escorted her back to the car and opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Master."  She sat down and shivered when her pussy touched the cool leather seats.

He took his place behind the wheel, leaned over and kissed her.  "You are turning into the obedient slut I want.  I will have you cum again in public.  It really turned me on."

"Yes, Master."  She had feared it had and that he would make her do it again.

"In fact, I'm still turned on."  He unzipped his pants and removed an almost erect penis.   "Suck it."

"Yes, Master."  She glanced around the parking lot.

"Do it," he demanded.  His voice betrayed his irritation.  He pulled her head down into his lap.  "Yeah, suck it like the whore you are."

She felt him immediately reacting to her hot lips and glans-caressing tongue.  She tasted his precome.  She was thankful it was dark and the windows were tinted.

"That's right, make me hard."  He picked up his cell phone and called Mary Lou.

"Good evening, Master."

"Good evening, my pet.   Can you take a break?"

"For how long, Master?"

"An hour or an hour and half."

"Okay, Master."

"Good.  Meet me at my house as soon as possible."

"Yes, Master."

He set his phone down.  Holding her head, he fucked her mouth.  "You are going to make me cum."