slutchristina
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This is the continuation of the the story that started here
Any feedback is greatly appreciated.
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After I was done with her nails, she got up and yanked the chain and made me crawl behind her into her bedroom. She flung away her robe and proceeded to dress in front of me. She was talking about how we should head out for lunch and that she was getting hungry. She talked about what would be the appropriate dress for the weather, which was quite warm that August afternoon. I saw her put on a sexy lace thong and a matching bra. She then wore a silk sleeveless top and a tight, short black skirt. She also wore strappy black 4" heels. She put on matching black lipstick perfecting the alluring look. She used her fav perfume and proceeded to put some of that on my neck as well. I was soo embarrassed to be smelling like a girl, yet so excited that she decided to do that. It felt very very intimate. Once she was ready, she walked in front of me yanking on the chain and having me follow her, crawling behind her. She led be back into the play room and pulled out a pair of black pantyhose from the goody bag. I put that on in front of her and she made me adjust the butt plug and my fairly erect cock until it all fit nice and snug. I was then asked to put on my pants and then my shirt with no undershirt. My sports jacket on top completed the picture. I was looking just like I did earlier from the outside. Inside it felt totally different, with that plug still deep in my ass and that pantyhose rubbing against the fabric of my pants keeping me ohhh soooo excited. She then asked me to wear my moccasins without my socks. OMG! anyone who looked closely could easily tell that I was wearing nylons.
We then walked out with Mistress holding my hands, just like a vanilla couple out on a date. Only not! Mistress is a statuesque blonde who is 5'9" without heels and definitely over 6' with heels. I am a short, average looking guy. So it was definitely a serious mismatch watching this hot supermodel walking the pavement with a dwarf and I did see (or maybe imagined) quite a few people doing a double take wondering "what is she doing with him" ? We walked for a few blocks along a fairly populated street with many bars and restaurants. It was late for lunch, so the restaurants were not as packed as they could be on a Friday afternoon. She chose her fav neighborhood Italian restaurant and I opened the door for her. She seemed to know the staff who showed us to a table towards the back of the room, but nothing very discrete. Anyone who enters the restaurant could easily spot us at the right side. As we were being seated, I instinctively sat to her side but she made me sit across from her. As I settled down I felt that plug even deeper inside me and tried to adjust myself by arching my back so it felt more comfortable. But it was filling me up soooooo goood. Mistress ordered for both of us, something light given that it was pretty late.
She asked me how I was feeling and also how that plug felt inside me. About the stares we got as we were walking down the street. What if someone I knew came into the restaurant? Different questions that were getting me redder in the face by the min. She then asked me if I knew why she chose this restaurant. I muttered that it was probably because she wanted Italian food, for which she just laughed. She asked me to look around and try again. I did and said, maybe "because it hardly had anyone there". There were maybe 2 other tables that were taken in the whole room. She nodded but said thats not it. I then felt the tip of her shoe against my crotch. She leaned forward a little and said its because this place always has the long traditional table cloth. WOW! What a relief! No one walking by, including the waitresses would be able to see how she was playing with me using her feet. Any relief that I felt went out the door as she ordered me to take off her shoe and put my napkin on my lap. Its amazing how she could talk about just normal stuff, eating and drinking, while her foot was constantly playing with my crotch. She knew that the feeling of the pantyhose was driving me crazy as she rubbed and kneaded that region. She asked me to rock myself slowly back and forth without being too obvious. She controlled the pace masterfully! Changing her feet between courses. Asking me to give her a foot massage under the napkin. Pretend that I was fucking her toes. Getting me very very excited all the way through lunch.
Just before we ordered coffee, she asked me to do a task for her which will decide what she was going to do with me for the rest of the day. She asked me to go to the restroom, pull out the plug from inside me, take a picture of it on my phone, put it back inside me and come back and show her the pic to prove that i did the task exactly as she ordered me to. Different denials came to my mind, none of which escaped my mouth. Only thing I could utter was something stupid like "but its soooo big and there is no lube". She laughed out loud and said thats what my mouth was for. I didn't really understand at that time but proceeded to do the task. I went and locked myself into a stall. Lowered my pants and pantyhose. OMG! I was leaking soooo profusely and the pantyhose was all wet at the top. I reached behind me and tried to pull the plug out. It did not budge! This was not going to be easy I thought. I bent forward a little at my waist and pulled harder. I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming out loud. I had never felt so much pain in pulling something out. Did not think that it was going to hurt soooo bad. I just sat there for a while on the toilet. My knees and legs shivering and I tried to gather myself. It was only then that my eyes wandered to the plug in my hand. It was definitely the biggest one that I had ever taken in me with a VERY thick base before the taper. No wonder it hurt so bad going in or out. I instinctively wiped my ass with toilet paper and flushed and got up to take a picture of the plug as I was ordered to. That was a bad idea as you will find out shortly!
I took the picture of the plug as I held it in one hand and then tried to put the plug back in. This has got to be the hardest thing that I have done so far. I had just wiped away all the lube that was on this! Exasperated with myself and not wanting to fail Mistress, I did panic a little. I was wondering what my options were when I remembered what she had said earlier about using my mouth. I dont believe I have ever tried so hard to get anything wet with my mouth before. I wont go into the details of everything I tried, but rest assured there was a LOT of spitting and saliva and lubing and screaming but i managed to get that plug back in me. I think I had tears in my eyes and my heart was racing quite a bit as I pulled the pantyhose back up and my pants and adjusted myself before exiting the stall. As I washed my hands in the basin, I could see that my face was completely flushed and there were indeed tears that I had shed. I calmed down some more, trying to re-acquaint myself with that plug deep inside as I walked back to the table.
I could see Mistress was looking intently at me as I walked back to our table. As I was about to sit down, I lifted the napkin that was on the chair and I saw her black thong under the napkin. OMG! I looked at her and she just smiled sweetly. I quickly covered that thong under the napkin as I sat down wondering if anyone saw that exchange. Our coffee was served already and Mistress commented that it took me a while in there. She was wondering if she should send anyone in for help, laughing, knowing how I would not want that. She said that my flushed face showed that I had fun. I had to then show her the picture that I took and then explain in great detail about how I felt pulling that plug out. She laughed for so long when I told her about instinctively wiping my ass and hence wiping away all the lube from before. After she was done having fun at my expense, she said that she was very happy with the way I had behaved today. She asked me to wipe my face with her thong that was still under the napkin and then keep that thong in my pocket. Between sips of coffee she ordered me to put her shoes back on her feet, one at a time and asked for the check. I always pay in cash when I go out with Mistress and she told me to make sure that I tipped generously as this was one of her regular places. After the check was settled, I got up, held her chair back for her and then the door as she greeted the chef on her way out. Back on the street, hands entwined, we walked back to her home. I couldn't care anymore about the looks that we were getting or how jelly my knees felt or how much that plug hurt this time as I walked. I was just very happy to have fulfilled everything that was asked of me and was glowing with all the compliments that Mistress was giving me.
To be continued ...
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My Afternoon with Mistress ... Part 2 - 
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