Captured

She thought it was strange, but she was more than happy to agree toasters demand. She nodded, telling him that she understood, then she clung to him nervously, as they entered the restaurant.
 
The restaurant was dimly lit, shadows holding sway over great stretches of the room. Each side was divided into small cubicles with high padded walls. In each cube was a table, on one side a bench seat, and the other side a small pile of pillows.

A young woman with short spikey black hair met them at the door. She was wearing a classic French maid outfit which was cut to show even more flesh, so much so, that with each breath her breasts threatened to plop out of her bodice.

"One for dinner?" she asked. JW nodded, and the young woman announced, "Follow me please, sir."

She led them half way down the dinning room and motioned to a cube, "I will be back shortly for your drink order sir."

As she left, JW fingered the spaghetti straps that held Barbara's dress up and pushed them off her shoulders, letting the dress slid down her lush body onto the floor. "Kneel over here, sweetie," he whispered softly as he pulled at one of her nipples.
 
One for dinner??? What was she to do, Barbara wondered, her eyes darting about the dimly lit restaurant. It was clear, with only a cursory glance that this was not your average family restaurant.

She knelt on the cushions, where indicated, while Master sat on the opposite side of the table. She gasped when he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall to her knees. She wriggled out of it, blushing, being acutely aware of her public nudity, particularly in contrast to Master's full state of dress.

She cried out when he pulled her nipples, tugging them outward from her body, using them to lift the weight of her breasts, elongating them. She also felt the corresponding tug in her womb, and the flood of cream that slickened her pussy, reading itself in anticipation.
 
JW placed a foot on the outside of Barbara's legs. He toyed gently with her calves as he held her eyes with his. "While we are here, Sweetie, leave your thighs close together when I am away. They may be open when I am in the booth with you."

He could see the confused look in her eyes. Leaning forward he said, "Here, on occasion, pets are shared among the Masters. I am in no mood to share you."
 
"Here, on occasion, pets are shared among the Masters. I am in no mood to share you."

Barbara was very relieved to hear that! Seeing as he was in the booth with her, she spread her thighs wide, showing her appreciation for his mood. She looked around, taking in the strange restaurant, her eyes widening more and more with every couple she saw.
 
The waitress with the black spiky hair returned. She stopped at the table and knelt at the end with her head bowed, "What would the master like tonight?"

JW didn't bother looking at the menu, "Chicken Fried Steak, with fries and more fries, gravy over everything."

"Yes sir. Will the master's pet be eating?"

He looked over at Barbara and laughed when saw her hopeful eyes. "Yes, she'll have the steak stew and baked potato."

Jw thought a moment then said, "Bring us both iced tea to drink."

With an "Of course, master," the brunette backed up a couple of feet before standing at leaving.

He looked at Barbara, "They will bring me my food first, once I have eaten they will bring yours."
 
Master? Had she just called her master, master?? A wave of jealousy hit her hard, and she was so consumed with thoughts as to the nature of her relationship with him, that she had no idea what he ordered for himself, or for her.

She glared at her as she left, and managed not to grind my teeth. She shuffled closer, and tried to look as though she owned her master.
 
JW watched Barbara evenly. As her eyes came back around, he said, "Is not my pleasure the most important thing to you, Sweetie? For if I am pleased, do I not please you as well?"
 
"Yes Master!"

Barbara's reply came quickly to her lips. That was what this was all about, and he was right, her pleasure came through pleasing him.

She lowered her head, frustrated at herself for again doing something wrong. She looked up at her master and smiled.

"I am trying, and I'm resolved to try even harder. This is what I want, pleasing you is what I want, and I'm going to be the very best slave ever!"
 
He leaned against the table and asked, "So then Sweetie, if it pleases me to have her lick my balls and stroke my cock while I eat, would that not please you, knowing in return when I am happy, you are happy?"
 
Barbara's eyes widened at his words.

Here? Right here and now?? Surely not!! But then she looked around, and knew it was not beyond what some others were doing.

"Yes Master, if that would please you, it will please me too!"

She wasn't sure if it was a test, or if he actually wanted her to begin licking his balls and cock, so tentatively, she shuffled toward him, giving him ample time to tell her he was only joking.
 
JW watched as she shuffled closer to him and smiled at her. "Sweetie, I was talking about the waitress. If I want her to lick my balls while I ate, and you watched her, and if that was pleasing to me, would it not be pleasing for you as well?"

He saw her eyes glint and glimmer. He leaned forward cupping her tit in his hand and squeezed it softly. "Remember the rush you had when we were with Caroline?"
 
Any reservations Barbara may had had about servicing her master herself in this rather public place dispersed quickly when she heard him clarify that he had been talking about the waitress.

Instant jealousy flared in her, and she fought to control it. She did not want to be usurped. But, she had promised to obey, and he was correct when he referenced the rush she had felt when they had been at the store with Caroline. Trying her best to hide her feelings, she looked up at him.


"I guess, Master, that would please me, if it made you happy. Would it make you happy Master??"
 
JW leaned forward and whispered, "Perhaps, Sweetie, if you are a good girl, I will let you sit on my cock as she did."

He saw her breath catch in her throat. Smiling he caressed her face gently and softly said, "You will learn to trust that I will always keep your emotions in mind. But first, you will have to learn to put my feelings and needs above yours. Once you do, you will find that you will be happier than you have ever been."
 
Perhaps, Sweetie, if you are a good girl, I will let you sit on my cock as she did."

Barbara moaned and nodded, looking at her master.

"MMMm, yes please Master!"
 
JW reached down and caressed her face, whispering, "Good girl."

The brunette came back, kneeling next to the booth, "Are you ready to order, master?"

"I will have the Sirloin medium rare, baked potato, salad and house vegetables."

He eyed Barbara as he ordered and watched her expectant eyes. He smiled then said, "Once I am fed, bring her the same, cooked medium."

The waitress backed up then stood before leaving.

JW looked at Barbara, "Tonight, I will have you feed me."
 
Barbara had been holding her breath in expectation, although, of what, she couldn't say. Only when her master spoke, ordering her a meal did she exhale, and release the tension coiled in her body.


"Once I am fed, bring her the same, cooked medium."


She wasn' t sure what she had been expecting - it was all so new, so strange to her. She smiled at him as he caressed her face, eager to please him.

"Tonight, I will have you feed me.",

She nodded and smiled.

"Yes Master, it will be my pleasure"

There was soft music playing, and now that she had relaxed a little, Barbara became more and more engrossed in Master, and everything else in the restaurant faded into the background.
 
JW moved the table to the side, sticking halfway out into the aisle. He scooted closer to the wall freeing the space between he and Barbara. "Come closer, Sweetie," he whispered.

As she moved between his feet he said, "Now turn around and face away from me."

As she settled, he reached around and cupped one of her massive tits, massaging the nipple gently. He pulled on it gently as he whispered in her ear, "Maybe, Sweetie, I will let you suck my cock while you feed me."
 
"Now turn around and face away from me."

'Barbara did a s she was told, and turned so that she faced away form him, wondering what was to come.

She moaned as he pulled her nipples, teasing her tits, making her moan and whimper.

"Maybe, Sweetie, I will let you suck my cock while you feed me.

She wasn't sure how she could do that... she wasn't sure how she could suck him, facing away, but she tried, before asking him how he wanted her to do it.
 
He could see that she was trying to figure out how to suck him and still face away, and he whispered in her ear, "Not now, Sweetie but when th food arrives, maybe."

He mashed her tits against her own body, his fingers squeezing and letting go, not too unlike a pianist fluttering across a key board.

"Tell me Sweetie, who do you belong to?" he whispered.
 
Barbara moaned as he squeezed her tits, feeling the corresponding pull deep within her.

"Tell me Sweetie, who do you belong to?"


"You Master! I belong to Master, only to you, completely to you!

She was breathless, no longer conscious of others in the room. Her need was building and she fought to stop herself from grinding her needy little cunt against her heel.
 
"Good girl, Sweetie," he whispered. His hands continued massaging her breasts while his lips fluttered against her ear with each syllable.

His voice was low and rumbled in his chest as he asked, "What would you do to please me, Sweetie?"
 
"What would you do to please me, Sweetie?"

She considered it for a minute, his hot breath on her ear teasing her senses.

"Anything Master. Anything you wish, anything that would bring you pleasure! What would you have me do??"

She looked up at him, her big eyes shining with excitement, her heart beating hard and fast, her clit pulsing in time.
 
JW craned her head back and peered intensely into her eyes, "I will remind you of that when the time comes," he whispered.

His mouth closed on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth as he clenched his hand around her tit. He heard her moan into his mouth and her body pulse with need.

JW lowered his left hand between her legs and cupped her wet cunt, his middle finger drumming gently against the opening of her womanhood. "If you can, say the mantra, and come for me at the same time, Sweetie."
 
Barbara looked up at him, her hips undulating against his finger, as she impaled herself on it, riding it, no longer caring if anyone else was watching. Pain throbbed from her nipple, spreading through her, feeding her need.

'He is my master....... I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him."

'He is my master....... I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him."

'He is my master....... I am his completely. Pleasure and love come only from him."



Over and over Barbara chanted the mantra, quivering, on the brink. She looked up at him, barely able to hold back her climax as she rode his finger. Was this a test, of could she really cum? She wasn't sure, he hadn't said the magic words, his phrase that would allow her to cum? Still, she couldn't hold off any longer, and he HAD told her she could cum, so with a muted cry, she convulsed and came, her juices pulsing from her body, in a climax that went on ... and on..... and on, leaving her weak.
 
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