Dinner by J's angel The other night Master took me out to dinner. We went to Applebees and our waiter came almost immediately. He asked if he could get us a drink. I sat staring at Master, waiting on him to reply. He didn't, he was scanning the menu. The waiter stood, staring at me expectantly, since I hadn't even picked my menu up, as I have been taught. I looked at him. He looked at me. The silence became deafening. I looked desperately at Master, but he didn't look up. The waiter cleared his throat, and said "Ma'am?" I coughed. Master was oblivious. The waiter started to look pissed off. Finally I said, "I'll have gingerale." At this Master looked up. His eyes bored into me. He cleared His throat. "I'll have Pepsi, and a straight shot of tequilla for the lady, no chaser." The waiter looked at me uncertainly. I nodded slightly, and blushed bright red. Master looked at me, anger clearly stamped on his face. The waiter walked away. Master said nothing. "Sir, I'm sorry." I whispered, nearly in tears. He ignored me. Tears began to stream down my face. I sat in dispair, knowing I had displeased Him, that I had broken the rules, that I was a bad girl. Still, he ignored me. The waiter finally came bringing our drinks. "The lady will have another shot." Master ordered, still ignoring me as he closed the menu. "Drink." He commanded softly. I downed the shot and sat, looking up at Master, miserable, wanting to apologize again, but knowing he wanted silence. "Go to the bathroom," he said, "remove your panties and bring them back to me." He ordered. I stood immediately and went to the bathroom, my short white skirt flaring as I walked, each step nearly showing my ass. I stepped into the cool bathroom and slid my panties off, holding the scrap of material in my hand and hurring back to the table. Sliding into the booth, it cold on my bare ass. "Give me your panties and drink your shot," he commanded. I handed the silk thongs over and killed my shot. I sat, shifting in uncomfortable misery. "Now, your punishment will come at the end of dinner, relax and enjoy it," he said. The waiter returned and Master ordered our food, and another shot for me. I ate my pasta primevera and drank a total of 6 more shots. He was nice and chatted with me. At the end of dinner he said, "Now, are you ready for your punishment?" My heart dropped and I whispered, "yes Sir." He handed me my panties and ordered "Go and give these to our waiter and tell him you are a drunk slut who talks too much, and you wanted Him to have your panties to remember you by." I gasped in horror. Master looked amused and motioned me to hurry up. I stood up, only a trifle unsteadily. A heavy drinker, 9 shots hardly made me drunk, but I was definately feeling no pain. I weaved a bit towards the waiter, who was standing at the bar waiting for drinks. He looked at me expectantly as I approached, probably expecting me to ask for the check. Instead and held my panties out to him, dropping them on his tray. He looked at me in utter amazement. I winked at him and purred. "I am a drunk slut, and I wanted you to have something to remember me by." Everyone at the bar turned and looked at me. A woman sitting there made a disgusted face and said, "Oh my god." I was trembling with humiliation and fear as I turned abruptly and walked back to my table, hearing the waiter and bartender laugh behind me. Tears were beginning to stream down my face as I slid into the booth. "Good girl," Master said, reaching over to touch my tears. "Now you are forgiven, Lets go." Master left enough money on the table to cover our dinner and a generous tip and stood, holding my hand and leading me to the door. "From now on, leave your decisions to me, angel." He ordered and I vowed to do just that. © 2004 The Chained angel All Rights Reserved Nothing on this site may be reproduced in whole or in part without the express permission of the owner. Special thanks to the lovely and talented jamie at taryn’s Trinkets for her help with the design of this site!