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."