“We’ll take the cake home.” I say urging the waitress to bring the check sooner.
 She doesn’t like my tone but I haven’t given her a window of opportunity to dispute me.
 “And the check please, Amy.” I say adding a very sincere smile.
 “Sure.” She says and floats off towards the register. A sigh.
 “Do you still h—“
 “Hate Amy? No I never hated Amy.” I say quietly but with venom. “I could never convince myself to adore her as much you obviously do. I wanted you for so long and you denied me darling. Sh—“
 Amy returns with the check. Picks up the cake and disappears into the kitchen.

 You had showed me your tattoos only moments before. Maybe 15. So tough, showing me the characters lining your spine, expecting me to squeal. Squeal I did but only to cover up the illicit scream I stole from you as I deftly reached around to twist your nipple rings in my fingers.
 Your face was sheet-white and blank as you turned to face me.  A soundless gasp dragged your jaw down. “We’re leaving.” I said.
 You started to protest “I have a class-“ I stopped you. I’m only going to be here tonight and then I ‘m leaving, Sweetheart. I’m tired of waiting for you to feel that it’s right or whatever it is you’re waiting for. You have two options. We can go now and you can keep these when I leave.” I say pulling on the chain that I clamped to your nipples in that brief moment. Your mouth opens at the new pain. “Shut your mouth.” I cue in a husky purr. “Or you can meet me later tonight and I let you wear them all day.”
 Your ashen eyebrows flinch with the possibilities. I tug. Your heart quickens. “I mean the clamps of course, but if you want to bargain for your nipples, I’m willing to put those up as well.”
 “May I finish my cake?”
 “No. We’ll have to take it with us.”
 Amy rounds the corner just outside of my periphery. I take a finger dabbed in Chocolate icing and assault your bottom lip with it. Your tongue, barbell extended lies flat as I enter. Your mouth takes my digit, subtly sucking it clean. “You haven’t forgotten how to give a decent blow job.” I whisper into your ear. I hear something drop behind me. Amy asks if there is anything else she can do for us. On her way to the register I distinctly see her pick up a fork.
 “Mm.” You say
 

 At your house I set my bag down and draw the chain and leather top out of it. “ Here,” I say, “ Go put this on. Where’s the bed?” I step out of my shoes.
 You put your keys down to take the chains. You gesture at the bed. Quiet. I like you quiet, obedient. You’re scared and you should be. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to train you.” I don’t smile when I say this but you’re hoping I might. I take off my pants and shirt.
 You haven’t got a clue how to put the harness and halter on. I’m sigh at this time-consuming ignorance. “ If I was in my salon, I could have another slave dress you.” I momentarily regret not taking Amy up on her offer. But I really don’t need to bothered with two novices at once. “Virgins” I moan to myself. “Let me get dressed first. Take all your clothes off.” I unfasten my bra.
 My latex is too cold to put on so I put it next to the radiator. In the meantime, I pull a black piece of lace from my bag and blindfold you. Standing with my legs between yours I unbutton the blue plaid shirt you wore nearly everyday at school and strip your arms. Next I lift off your T-shirt. I steal a pair of silver shears from your desk and press them against your belly. “Have I ever told you how much I hate these things?” I say before I slice through your sports bra. I pull the remaining fabric behind you to tie off your hands. “Stand up, let’s take off your pants.”
 My latex boots are warm enough for me to slide over my legs and up to my thighs. So I spread your blindfold so that you can see through them. I sleeve my arms into a jacket, my hands into black rubber gloves. Finally I step into the harness and fasten my phallus to it. You watch.
 “You’ve been sitting on your hands like a good girl.” I say. I untie your wrists. And stroke your fabric imprinted palms. I slide your arms through the cold chain halter. The straps are leather and the chains drape across your bare chest like a second set of ribs. The collar at the top fits your neck perfectly.
 You feel the scrape of the leather and the bind of the leather but not the annoying tickle. My rubber hands started to paint your mouth. “I’m putting makeup on you.” I say FYI.
 “I know you love that”
 “Hm.” I respond. “Step into these.” Your feet catch themselves under a thin harness without a phallus. “Stand up.” I fasten the rest of the piece to both the harness and the halter.
 Now you are very carefully hobbled. I can allow you take steps up a foot a one half long. I can shorten the length of your steps by pulling the lead tighter.
 “Put the shoes on.”
 Your eyes cut up to deny me, again.
 “It’s not worth the argument, sweetie. Besides, you’ll be surprised at how these hobbling devices can help your pussy open up—just like a fragrant orchid.”
 Have I ever said anything this explicit to you before? “Oh yes darling, I can get much more explicit. These go on your wrists.” One inch wide wrists padded cuffs with snaps. They have “J” clamps dangling from either side.
 My mouth leans closer to you. “Taste.” You present your face as if we’re going to kiss. “No. Taste.” Your tongue pokes tentatively at my lips.
 “Mmm!” you murmur.
 “Sweet. Yes.” I paint your mouth with a tube of glistening candy. “Okay get up.” I lead you to a low chair. A fully reclined chair. I sit with my legs spread wide apart, draping them over the sides. “Kneel!” I jerk your chain and you descend. “Come.”  You fall nearly into my lap. You pad your hands, lightly up my chest. “Closer. Face to face. Good.”
 You breathe lightly. Good. Anticipate.
 “I want you to lick my boots but your mouth is candied. So I’m gonna have to kiss it off.”
 “I could—“
 “Ssht!” I clip your wrists to the chair frame. “Brace yourself. Taste.” You lick. We kiss. I lick the candy off your mouth slowly. First my hand runs over your chains. I trail over your nipples, taught and beautifully pierced. I bring my hands to your shoulders. Your hands shift lightly, straining. One takes your weight as the other begins to drift toward my center.
 I break away from your lips and look at your face. Your eyes open slowly. I unhook your wrists, the wandering hand drifts closer. Before the errant fingertips grace my belly, before your mouth curves into that smile. My fingers curl into your hair, I twist and grab and hold. Gently first, and then I land a stinging feathery smack across your face. “You want another one?” I shout.
 “No.” You say in your confusion.
 “On the floor!”
 You catapult yourself to the floor. Spread eagle with arms tucked close to your body. I’ve clipped your wings.
“Let me explain this to you. You little whore.“ I hiss in your ear. “This is not about love. This is a little game we call Master and Servant. You can say Mistress, yes?”
 “Yes-s-“
 I pull—
 “Mistress.”
 “Or Master.”
“Master” the “r” dies on your tongue as a dying flame on a short paper match. “I’m sorry.” You say into the floor.
 “I’m sorry” I mock you. “I’m sorry WHAT?”
 “I’m sorry Mistress. Forgive me.”
 Yank!
 “Forgive me, Master!”
 “Yes call me Master. I think I like it better when you do.”
 “Master”
 Good. But you talk too much.
 At least your mouth is clean now. I clip to wrists to your hips and loosen the leg hobbling lead so that you may kneel. In a humble tuck. Forcing my heel into your shoulder “From Shakespeare’s Tempest: Lie there, my art." I say. “Lie there” I move my foot with my heel just inside your armpit I step on a tendril there and pull it. It feels delightfully good. The other foot begins its shiatsu march, rocking heel to toe across your back. I alternate feet then steep back.
 Needling my foot under your chin “ Alright, wake up.” Your eyes roll skyward. I hobble your legs tight. You inch forward on your elbows and put your hands on either side to the first foot. Your tongue comes out, eyes closed, you are licking my foot. I loosened your legs. “Spread your legs. More. Now hold them apart, resist” I pull the hobble. I tighten the links so that only your ass is pressed shut by the incredible power of the links.
 I bend down to unfasten your wrists. “Lick.” Eyes closed. Long full strokes cover my boots. To my calves. Now I let you determine the distance between your legs. I can’t deny your foot service is surprisingly good. I take a dab of candy gloss and put it on my pussy lips.
 Your gaze holds an heightened interest. I smooth my hands over the eight inch black rubber cock I wear. I ease him back to cover up my hole.
 I put candy on his tip. You rise to a good Catholic kneel. I stroke your head back and put a dab on your mouth. Your eyes roll and your face flushes. The tartness, that’s me. I know you taste it.
 I pull the lead, drawing your legs into a tighter kneel. You tongue still licking the tops of my boots. One of your deft fingers touches my thigh. I freeze. You pull it away quickly. I pause, sigh.
 “Forgive me, mistress.”
 Very good. I lower my cock your lips. You tremble and open. Your tongue and lips perform beautifully, though I am sure you are full of the taste of rubber. The same errant finger touches my perineum. It grazes twice before I say, “Bad, bitch”
 “Forgive me Master.” Your lips begin to curl into a defiant smile, languid eyes looking deeply into me. The finger tickles.
 SLAP!
 “Bend over the fucking bed, you fool!” I watch your grunt and squirm your way to the bed; clumsily you hoist yourself using your arms. “Wrists in front!” I say. You thrust then ahead of you. I clip them to each other, both clips. “Open your legs.” The lead tether trails through my hand. “Come on. Push your ass open with those heels.” Your ass rises in the air like a constellation in summer.
 My hand picks the chain apart as if I was separating the folds of venetian blinds. I pull them apart and your gold peers through, flowing onto my hand like the promise of a new day. I adjust my dick and part you with one hand. The other hand placed just on the tip of the head.
 You feel both of us prodding at the same time.
 “How long has it been since you took a decent shit?” I ask.
 You pause. “About three hours.” Very scared. Too easy.
 “Well dearest, you just talked yourself out of an enema.” My finger slops itself in the spoils of your wet cunt then probes north. To your asshole.
 You murmur and squirm. I bury my dick into you by degrees, shift slightly as I go. I feel your breath tighten so I take out my finger and brace myself against your ass.
 I draw back and delve, draw back and delve, until I can hear you gasping from both ends. Your excitement is surprisingly high. I now I know for certain you were geeting off on this and begin to feel my body respond more. I can't beleive how much and how badly I want you to come.
 I begin to thrust faster. Your moans are deep and telling: You are ready for the test. ”Was I right about the shoes?”
 “Yes, mistress.”
 “And was the candy sweet?”
 “Yes!”
 “What about the cake?”
 “Uunh?” I bring you to the edge of a deliciously disappearing climax and stop. I know that you won’t cum that way unless I plug away for much longer and I’m not gong to do that.
 I unhook your hobble skirt. Stretch my body along you to release your wrists. As I straddle you with my knees, you turn. Your hips facing me. You facing me.
 “Mistress?”
 “ Yes my love.”
 “Cake?”
 “I didn’t give you any yet?”
 “Oh.”
 I can’t believe the heat pouring out from your body. I know immediately that you can feel mine. You’re a little sticky from sweat.
 “May I?” You ask.
 “Yes.” You unzip my jacket, my breasts are harnessed but exposed. You caress them. The jacket slips respectfully onto the floor. You encourage me to bend over so that you may nuzzle and suckle at them like a little pig. I lean but only to reach for the cake.
 I clip your wrist to my harness. The cock lies flat against your belly.
 "mmm" you say and I have to agree. I start to pump into you. Riding you, and fucking you. . . I waited too long for this. So, I give my self the pleasure of coming first. It starts briefly and goes on.
"Ahhhhhh!" I groan and suck in my teeth. The friction of my favorite toy, and your beautiful submission urging me to swell and moisten. Your nails graze my ass and I feel the tide turn. I suck my teeth and tongue again. Then my breath comes so freely, wild. And you my pretty one, reach for my mouth...
"Mmmmmaaaa-maaa" you begin and we roll into your powerful coming just as mine picks up a second wave. I come with you as much on purpose as not. Beauty, I feel your constrained coming begin to subside, "ma-maa my mistress.." you groan affectionately. I lay upon you and rub our faces together.
"Yes, my child." I say exhausted after waiting so long for that small surrender. Years. I waited years.

 Now I’m on my back. You are straddling me. At first bouncing eagerly on my rubber prick, now churning like a rolling wave over the sea of this our funky bed. The taste of chocolate melts in our mouths, the warmest aftertaste mingled and melting.