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Without even a taste of the cosmopolitan that i had been playing with while waiting for You at the Pleasant Pheasant, i immediately was intoxicated by Your sophisticate demeanor. To my eye, the suit You wore further heightened Your daunting demeanor. To my eye, the subtle touches of leather in Your evening apparel bespoke Your status as a Domina. But to the uninitiated, You were just modern chic.
As You approached me, there was a stirring within my submissive soul, i immediately glanced downward, out of respect, lest i fail to appease You early in the evening and suffer the consequence of Your wrath for not giving You a proper greeting. While lowering my eyes i could not but notice the fine black leather boots firmly hugging Your calves. Leaning over as if to kiss my cheek, You whispered in my ear. . . "Good evening, bitch, prepare My seat for me." i raised up with eyes still lowered, and pulled the chair out for You and waited until You were seated before returning to the seat across from You. You removed one of Your black leather gloves to reveal a silky smooth hand and well manicured nails.
When the waiter came to take the orders, and began to address me, You said, "Excuse me, but he is not permitted to speak unless I have given him permission to do so. And, since I've not given him My permission to speak, kindly address all inquires to Me." With my eyes still lowered, You basked in the radiance of my blushing face, as You ordered for just Yourself. Turning Your attention to me, "My slaves do not eat in My presence, and when a slave is granted such a privilege, the slave definitely does not eat sitting at a table with me. Now, I seem to remember that you said that you would do anything to earn the privilege to serve Me, well, I am going to see just what exactly you meant by that, now come." Snapping Your fingers and pointing to a space on the floor.
"Kneel. . . Hands behind your back. Good boy.”
“I've decided to train you to serve Me without question. This is the beginning of a strict regimen of discipline, rituals and protocols that you will learn to endure and appreciate. Over the course of time, at first, you will hate the training and may even attempt to resist to your detriment and My enjoyment. But you will come to appreciate My benevolence when you grasp the fact that the arduous training was to prepare you to withstand the demands that will be made on you by Me, your Mistress whom you will serve with unyielding devotion demonstrated through selfless obedience to My desires."
You smile at the sheer thrill of me kneeling in front of You at the Pleasant Pheasant. Driven by Your need to arouse a sensual response from me to the humiliating circumstances You've created, You lean ever so slightly forward, allowing the smooth texture of Your skin to brush lightly against the cheeks of my face, and stretch forth Your still gloved hand, and begin to massage my crotch.
Once You are satiated with the erection You have stirred up in the dress pants of Your slave, You cup his head in Your leather encased hand and say, "Now, I am going to place a collar and a leash on you. Then, you will remove yourself to My car parked on Level 2.
In the trunk of the car, there are certain items that are to be worn by My slave, and once those items are on, My slave will place the keys under the front seat, and get into the trunk. After I finish my meal, I'll come for you. "
Before dismissing me, You reach inside my coat pocket and remove my wallet, and then You wave me off after placing the collar around my neck and attaching the leather leash to it. The embarrassment of what has occurred causes me to stumble as i get up to leave Your presence, but You go on eating Your meal without noticing me leaving with my back to You and walking awkwardly from the burden of the humiliating events of the evening, at least so i thought.
Hurriedly, i rush to level 2 of the parking garage and locate Your car. i fumbled with the keys trying to quickly find the trunk key in fear of being seen with the collar on my neck and leash dangling down the front of my chest, i thought about fleeing, but the leather against my neck provoked a further rush of blood to my crouch. While trying to find the key to the car trunk, i dropped the keys on the ground in excited anticipation of seeing what was in the trunk. Finally, there before my eyes wide shut and mouth silently gasping, on the floor of the trunk were a leather hood, a dildo gag, leather blindfold, nipple clamps, wrist to ankle cuffs, and a clothes bag.
After placing the keys were You instructed me to leave them, i quickly walked back to the trunk and began to remove, no tearing off my clothes while looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was approaching or looking at me as i stuffed the my suit and undergarments into the clothing bag. Once the hood was placed on my head and i tightly pulled the lacing and tied a bow knot, i then inserted the dildo gag and secured the buckle behind my head, i then got into the trunk after placing the nipple clamps and leather blindfold in place. In the darkness of the drunk, i was able to attach the ankle to wrist cuffs successfully to one ankle and wrist, but could not fully secure the other in place. Minutes passed until i heard the clicking of Your boot heels approach the car.
You opened the trunk, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. . . give you a simple task and you can't complete it." As You twist the nipple clamp slightly in punishment for not securing the remaining ankle to wrist cuff. Stuffed moans through the dildo gag is all that could be heard from the floor of the trunk.
Once You were satisfied that your slave had suffered enough for his error, You withdrew a leather cord from Your purse, and wrapped a bit of length around the scrotum sack at the base of Your slave's cock. And to make sure he didn't move to much during the ride, You secured the end of the leather cord through the D ring of the collar on Your slave's neck.
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