La Vita Dolce (The Sweet Life)

The Restaurant

Once seated in the restaurant, she knew this would be no oridinary meal. He used to be able to lull her into a false sense of security, one of normalcy and of the human kind, but that was BEFORE. Before she grew to really know him and the way his devious little brain was always twisting and turning, finding new ways to remind her of her place, and of his dominance over her.

She was not, as was usually the custom, allowed to speak to anyone other than to him, and only if he asked her a direct question at that, so she sat quietly, in her own secret excitement at what could unfold today. She smiled at him as he ordered her a tall glass of ice water. She was parched and the ice sounded absolutely DIVINE right now even though it was a cold November day outside.

They had walked in together, he opened the door for her, she went through, and she then stood back to follow closely behind him. It looked as though they were holding hands, but if anyone looked a little bit closer, they could see that he had her by the wrist and was guiding her and holding on tight to her more than they were holding hands as comman lovers would do.

They had been shown to their table, she smiled politely at the hostess, hoping that a 'thank you' had come through sinse she was not allowed to speak, he put her in the seat, carefully and lovingly, and then took his own.

She studied his face....waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing he had something up his sleeve, she just didn't know what. This side of him excited her to no end.

"Go to the ladies' room and remove your panties. Do not take your purse, do not take your jacket, i will stay here, so you don't have to worry about them being safe. i want you to CARRY your panties in your hand....how ever you choose do manage that is fine, but i want them in your hand. Do you understand?"

Wide eyed and surprised by her own surprise, she nodded at him. Tossing in a "Yes Master i do" as almost an afterthought. She sat there, looking at him waiting for more instructions until, unamused he commanded, "NOW would be a good time....". She could tell he was growing impatient with her. She instictively reached for her purse (which contained her cigarettes, so there would be no sneaking a smoke THIS trip) and then remembered her instructions. No purse, no jacket. She got up and walked to the ladies' room.

Once inside the stall, she lifted her skirt and sat down on the cold plastic toilet seat. "He didn't say i COULDN'T......" and she took the opportunity to relieve herself. Once she was done, she stepped out of her black lace panties and clutched them in her hand. She thought about putting them in the waist band of her skirt to hide them while she washed her hands, there were other women in there, but THOSE instructions WERE clear. IN HER HAND. She walked out of her stall, and set her panties down for a moment on the counter to wash her hands. She could only IMAGINE the looks she was getting, especially from the 70 something elderly women at the sink next to her, but she tried not to look. She could feel her cheeks getting hot, they must surely be turning red right now. She dried her hands quickly and couldn't WAIT to get out of there.

The walk TO the ladies' room didn't seem NEARLY as long as the walk back to the table, but somehow, she finally arrived.

She sat down in the seat she occupied before, and panites in hand, she slid her hands under her thighs.

"Let me see" he teased, the firmness and the annoyance from earlier seemed to be gone now and that relaxed her some.

Shyly, she tried to discretely show him what she had clenched tightly in her fist, only a peek of the black lace was showing through her fist. Laughing at her discomfort with the whole situation, he pryed them from her, setting them down on top of the table. "Just leave them there" he smirked and she was horrified!

Her mind raced with arguements.....'Leave them there!?? On the table?? in plain view??? are you INSANE?", but though she was trembling because the words were SO close to coming out, she resisted EVERY impulse she had to grab them back from him and simply nodded silently at him. He smiled brightly at her at this, and she couldn't help but to smile back. He always had a way of doing that. of relaxing her and making her WANT to obey him. She didn't know HOW he did it, but she was glad he did.

He must have ordered their meals while she was in the rest room, because the waitress was there with plates. He had ordered a burger and fries for them both. She couldn't manage to even look up when the waitress came to their table. She was sooo embarrassed. Panties on the table. oh my god.......

He began to eat, she waited for permission to begin herself. She didn't know if permission would be coming or not, they had never discussed this matter, but she thought it best to wait and be safe rather than add yet another incriment of 10 to her punishments later that afternoon.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he spoke to her. "Good girl..." he cooed at her. He seemed genuinly pleased and that thrilled her. "You may eat, but only the fries, and i want you to count each one out loud as you do".

She felt the heat coming back to her cheeks, the embarrassement setting in once again at his hands. She felt she could handle just about anything when they were alone together, but out in public like this was just too much for her! She wanted to disobey, she wanted to grab her panites and bold out the door in tears......she envisioned herself doing just that....she was halfway to the car in her mind when she found herself nodding to him and agreeing to do as he told her to do.

She picked up a fry and brought it to her lips, "ONE"...she mumbled.......and she felt his hand underneath her skirt. 'Ohhhh goddddd.....no......." she thought......... "Keep going" he teased.

She picked up another one, "TWO" she mumbled again....and his fingers found her wetness. She didn't know if she was more embarrassed that she was excited by this and he had FOUND HER OUT, or by what was going on. She knew her cheeks just HAD to be a bright crimson by now. "RUN" she screamed to herself inside her head. "JUST RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And just when she thought she might actually give in to that voice, she felt his fingers inside of her.

For a brief fleeting second, she gave in to the newest sensation and closed her eyes and moaned softly. She loved the way he touched her...always....this was no different.

"Have you lost count? Did i tell you to stop?" he queeried, obviously VERY amused at this point and she snapped back to reality once again.

"No, Master.......THREE....." and his thumb was on her clit. She sighed heavily, fighting to stay composed, wanting soooo badly to just get lost in his touch, but she knew she couldn't do that, not here, and that THIS was her torture for the day.

She got to about 9, all the while he teased and tortured and pleasured her under the table and finally she pushed the plate away and laughed outloud. She couldn't take anymore...not and maintain her public composure. He understood the gesture, and brought his fingers to her lips for cleaning. She licked and sucked them, not caring who saw WHAT, wanting desparately to get out of there and be alone wtih him.

He petted her hair and cooed at her, "good girl" once again, and once again, it calmed her instantly.

"If you're done, then i guess you're done". He called over to the waitress to take her plate away. Thinking they were about to leave, she reached for her purse and jacket.

"Just because YOU'RE not hungry......" he began, and then changed his mind about any explainations and settled in to eat his own meal.

Flabberghasted, she thought to herself, "how i can be THIS nuts over a man i DISPISE so much!!!!!!" and she laughed to herself.