Dinner and Desert  

Raveheart2005 51M
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7/27/2006 12:47 pm

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9/11/2006 11:47 am

Dinner and Desert

He had been watching her all day as she went about her normal routine. He
was always impressed with her effortless grace as she did simple thing
around the house, such as dusting the TV or arranging the vase of fresh
flowers she put in the center of the table, and today was no different.
Even dressed in one of his old shirts with her hair pulled back in a
ponytail, she still had that special femininity that always caused his
breath to catch when he scanned her lithe form. She belonged to him and he
felt that familiar pride rise in his chest as those thoughts centered in his

She was adjusting the crisp, new curtains she'd bought for their kitchen
window when she turned to him and smiled. It was one of those smiles that
he treasured, the kind that always left him wondering if she was a
she-devil or a little girl trapped inside the body of a full-grown woman.
His eyes were drawn to the glitter of sunlight that danced on the small
silver and gold tag that bore his name and hung from the leather and steel
collar encircling her neck. Yes, she belonged to him and he beamed his
pleasure in answer to her. His eyes traveled down her back to the top of
the slender thighs visible below the tail of his shirt and continued down
her bare legs to her feet. She never wore shoes in the house; he didn't
permit it. He loved the soft sound of her padding through their house like
some large sensual cat as it stalked its prey.

He returned to the work on his desk, looking up now and then to catch a
glimpse of her moving almost silently from room to room as she made certain
the house was in the order he required. She was always so attentive to
details and that pleased him intensely. He liked things in order and seldom
had to reprimand her for failing to follow his directions. He mused on her
obedience to his authority and his mouth curled in a small grin as he
recalled the few times she'd tired to rebel against his control and then
gave way with only the slightest pout on her full lips as she surrendered
yet another part of herself unto the man that was her Master.

The first evening shadows were falling across the carpet when she appeared
at his side and knelt silently at his feet. His hand touched the collar the
enveloped her graceful neck to signal that she could speak what was on her
mind. Her head raised and her eyes met his as she inquired about his
preferences for their evening meal. He pondered her question for a moment,
then spoke, "Tonight I feel like having a special treat, my pet. Go bathe
and prepare yourself to go out. I'll have your things laid out on the bed
when you've finished. I will expect you to look especially lovely for me
tonight, my love." She smiled softly, nodded and replied, "Yes, Master, as
You wish, Master."

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom as she undressed in preparation for
her bath. She never disrobed without his presence when he was home and once
she'd stripped and slid into the steaming tub, he turned to go to their
bedroom. He could hear her soft splashing as he scanned the things hanging
neatly in the closet. "Ahh," he thought as he selected a padded hanger that
held the dark blue, silk dress he'd been seeking, "Here it is."

The dress was one he especially liked and it had been some time since he'd
seen her in it. The short skirt was flared and showed off her legs nicely
but his favorite part was the bodice. The thin silk halter top crossed over
her breasts and tied behind her neck, creating a deep V-neck that tastefully
exposed the cleavage between her breasts in the most delectable way. It
always amused him to observe how carefully she moved in that dress to keep
the gossamer bands from slipping and showing more than she wanted. "This
will be perfect for tonight," he thought as he pulled open her lingerie
drawer and chose a pair of tiny silk panties and garter belt in a matching
shade of blue. He finished off the undergarments with a pair of black silk
stockings and once these items were laid on the bed, he chose a pair of
black heels that would add a very nice tilt to her pelvis and stretch her
calves into a perfect shape. On her dresser he laid the jewelry that would
complete the outfit: a pair of gold dangle earrings. He smiled with
satisfaction as he gazed at his selections laid out neatly on the bed.

He picked out a sports jacket, slacks, shirt and tie for himself and headed
for the shower in his private bath to freshen up and dress before she
finished her bath. He'd just finished tying his shoes when he heard the
gentle padding of her footsteps coming down the hallway. Her soft, clean
scent greeted him as she passed him at the doorway where he kissed her
lightly and pulled the towel from her body as she walked into the room.
Lingering at the door for a second, he watched her reaction to the outfit
he'd chosen for her to wear for his enjoyment and then turned to wait for
her in the living room. He glanced at his watch to see how long it would
take her to compete her tasks and within the allotted time she appeared,
dressed in the items he'd so carefully chosen.

There was an audible intake of breath as his eyes traveled over her body.
"God, how alluring she looks in that dress," he thought. Her cheeks turned
a deep pink as she saw his desire for her so plainly visible on his face and
she lowered her eyes. "Are you uncomfortable when your Master looks at his
lovely slut, my pet?" he asked. She hesitated for a second as she struggled
with her feelings of pleasure and embarrassment. "No, Master," she replied.
He motioned for her to approach him, his eyes indicating that he wanted
her to stand in front of him. Without a word, he raised her dress and
checked to see if her undergarments were properly in place. "Very nice, my
little one, " he said. "Now turn around." She turned slowly as his eyes
searched her body and found that she'd dressed precisely as he'd instructed.
He glanced up at her bare back and shoulders, so white in contrast with
the dark cloth. Her ebony hair flowed over her shoulders as if made of the
same silk as the dress and framed her delicate face when she completed her
turn before him. He checked her make-up and smiled his approval.

"Come lay over my knees, my love. There's something missing. Your cheeks
are so lovely in that shade of pink that I think these ones should match."
He raised her dress over her buttocks as she draped her body over his
thighs. Carefully he tugged the elastic band of her panties over the soft
swell of her bottom and kneaded the supple flesh with his hand. He loved
the cool feel of her skin against his palm and how her pale flesh was such
a contrast against the darkness of the garter belt and stockings. Suddenly
he brought his open hand down sharply on her left cheek, the loud slap
echoing in his ears. He felt her body jerk and stiffen as the shock
registered in her brain. Before she had time to respond with a whimper he
struck the other cheek just as sharply.

She bit her lower lip to hold back a startled cry and tensed her bottom as
she prepared for the next swats to her backside. "Pet, you know that I do
not like to feel that tension in your muscles when I spank you. I like to
feel your ass quiver when I slap it. That will earn you a few extra swats,
my love." "Yes, Master," she said just before the third and fourth strokes
were delivered. He hesitated a few seconds to watch the pale skin deepen to
pink and waited to see if her buttocks would remain relaxed and pliant for
the remainder of his attention. Pleased when she obeyed his demands, he
gave each cheek three more swift, firm swats and then gently rubbed the
warm, crimson flesh beneath his hand. "There," he said, "now your make-up
is complete. These cheeks are as nicely blushed as the ones on your face
and will remind you of your Master's ownership as we sit and have our dinner
tonight, my sweet one." "Yes, Master. Thank You, Master," she replied in a
voice that sounded huskier than normal. Carefully he pulled her panties up
over her rosy bottom and allowed his fingers to slip between her thighs to
feel the dampness that was slowly seeping against the silken crotch.

"Mmmm," he murmured as he fingers stroked over the smooth silk that covered
the lips of her sex. "I see you have enjoyed preparing yourself for me,
little one." Her only reply was a soft moan as her thighs parted to give
him access to her most private parts. "I think I'd prefer to know that warm
little ass and those wet lips were uncovered tonight." His fingers quickly
unfastened her garters so he could slide her panties down her legs and over
her feet. He dangled the panties in front of her face and showed her how
she'd already stained them with her wantonness. "Just look at the mess
you've made, my pet. I really must teach you to have better control," he
laughed and stuffed the panties into his pocket then refastened her
stockings to the garters. "Now stand up and let's get ready to go."

She stood, her breasts heaving against their blue silky covering, and
lowered her eyes. She was always overwhelmed by the effect this man had on
her and the way he seemed to know things about her body that she didn't know
herself. Her buttocks felt white hot and she could feel her sex throbbing
between her thighs. Sometimes she vaguely resented the way her own flesh
seemed to betray her and responded to him so powerfully but she found peace
in knowing that she was his in every way imaginable. She glanced up through
her long lashes to steal a look at his handsome face and felt her heart beat
faster and swell with fierce pride at being owned by him. He was truly her
Master, body, heart and soul. His blond good looks caught the admiring
glances of many women when they were out together and she was incessantly
proud that he'd chosen her over the many submissives who had thrown
themselves at his feet.

His hands scooped her hair to the back of her head to reveal her slender
neck and instructed her to hold her hair out of the way as he closed a
hinged, gold ring around her throat and locked it in place. "My love, give
me your wrists," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a
pair of wide gold bands, each with a clasp lock and ring. He closed them
around her delicate wrists with a soft click and snapped one end of a 4 inch
gold chain to one of the rings. "These, my dear, will be the most stylish
handcuffs anyone has seen," he continued as he pulled her arms to the small
of her back and linked the other end of the chain to the remaining cuff.
"They're really quite strong and most people wouldn't recognize that you are
unable to escape from them, love." She tugged against the bracelets and
nodded as she realized that she could not free her hands.

Once again she felt her heart race as a mixture of apprehension and
anticipation gripped her. A million thoughts tumbled through her mind as
she considered her situation. "Surely He won't let anyone see me like
this," she reasoned. She willed herself to remain composed but her uneven
breathing and rapid pulse divulged far more than she desired. A silent war
was ragging inside her as her mind battled to maintain some measure of
control over the body that was so eager to respond to him without question
or concern for modesty or dignity. As he turned his back and moved toward
the front hall, she jerked against the restraints on her wrists and sighed
her acceptance of their confinement when they held fast. She suddenly felt
calmer as she gave way to the realization that she had no choice but to
accept what he'd planned for her this evening. She loved him beyond reason
and knew pleasing him made her happier than anything she had ever known.
The war subsided with her unspoken surrender.

He stepped to the closet and removed a mid-thigh-length cape, draped it over
her bare shoulders and fastened the clasp that closed it at the small of her
throat. Carefully he arranged her hair so it spread over the cape like a
dark waterfall of soft curls and strands of softness. Once satisfied with
her overall appearance, he pulled a short gold chain from his pocket and
clipped it to the golden collar that circled her neck. "We are ready, pet. I
have a marvelous surprise for you so I hope you are very hungry tonight," he
said with a curious lilt in his voice. With that they headed out the door to
the car where he helped her inside and held her skirt aside so her bare
bottom would contact the seat. She gasped slightly as her heated flesh
touched the cool leather and she was reminded of the spanking she'd received
earlier. He didn't fail to notice how the cool air had caused her nipples to
spring to attention and press stiffly against the thin silk that barely hid

They talked very little as the car made its way along the busy streets of
the main part of town and then headed to the outskirts of the city. She was
visibly nervous about going out in public like this. They were usually very
discrete about their unique relationship and she was bewildered about this
sudden change in demeanor from her Master. She looked around trying to get
her bearings as they pulled into a darkened parking lot and stopped the car
in the rear. "We're here, pet, " he said and turned slightly toward her as
he reached to grasp the gold chain that hung from her collar. With a gentle
tug he pulled her head to his lap as his left hand unfastened his pants and
freed his manhood from the confines of his trousers. "I think you should
have your dessert before we go inside for dinner, love. Master has your
favorite treat waiting for you."

She was unable to catch herself with her hands bound behind her and landed
face down in his lap. His rigid member bobbed against her cheek and her
nostrils were filled with the masculine scent of his body. It was
intoxicating to her and she eagerly sought his hard flesh with her lips and
tongue, using them in the skillful way she'd been trained. Her efforts
increased as she felt the rhythmic thrusting of her Master's hips in
response to her mouth sucking and licking at his cock. She groaned when she
felt his finger and thumb grip her nipple and tug her breast from behind the
silken bandeau of cloth that covered it. His fingers pinched and rolled her
turgid nipple then alternated the pressure from gentle tickling to firm,
hard twists that sent blinding rushes of pleasure-pain down her belly and
between her thighs. Her head was bobbing wildly when she felt his hand grip
her hair, his signal that he was about to release in her mouth. She sucked
noisily as the hot, viscous fluid splashed against her throat and she tried
to inhale each precious drop of her Master's passion. He stiffened, his
balls drawing up against her chin, and growled as his release was siphoned
from him by her hungry mouth.

He jerked her head up from his lap by her hair and looked deep into her
lust-filled eyes. "Oh, my pet. You were such a hungry little slut tonight
but see what your greed has caused." His finger touched her chin and drew
her attention to the dribble of his semen trickling there. Her tongue tried
vainly to wipe away the evidence but could not reach the milky fluid that
clung to her chin. He smiled inwardly at her attempts to collect the
dribble and the flush in her cheeks when she was unable to remove it. He
sat her up in the seat and straightened her hair. Her left breasts was
still fully exposed and her nipple was dark from the vigorous stimulation
he'd just ministered to it. He flicked its firm tip with his finger and
enjoyed the sound it evoked from her. Quickly he arranged his cock inside
his pants and closed the fly as he opened the car door.

She visibly jolted when the dome light flashed on inside the car. She had
that "deer caught in the headlights" look on her face and he loved it. He
slid out from under the steering wheel, shut and locked his door, and made
his way to her side of the car. Once again she got that stricken look when
the light came on inside. "Pet, there's no one here to see your lovely
breast," he chided as he helped her from the car. He felt almost drunk with
the power he had over her at this moment. She was his and he toyed with her
like a cat with a mouse. She whimpered when he jerked her skirt to her
waist, pushed her ass against the cold metal of the car and plunged his
hands between her thighs. His fingers parted the soft, shaven lips of her
sex, now saturated with desire. Like a skilled musician he played her, his
fingers teasing and coaxing the hardened bud of passion nestled between her
lips and urged it to peek out of its fleshy hood. He could feel her body
shivering as his fingers worked at her relentlessly and when he lowered his
head to catch her nipple between his teeth, he delighted in the tiny shriek
she made from the intensity of his bite. He had her on the edge and she
hung there, suspended between agony and ecstasy.

He backed off and let her come back. He wasn't ready to end the uncertainty
he saw on her face. He reached inside the top of her dress again, gripped
her other nipple tenaciously between his finger and thumb and jerked her
right beast into view. His eyes studied her breasts for a few minutes. He
loved the difference in the colors exhibited in her nipples. The left one
was deep coral in color and slightly bloated from his rough play. The right
one was a tender pink, stiff but not nearly as large as the other. "Poor
pet," he crooned. "Does your right nipple feel left out, my love? Would
you like Master to fix it for you?" She started to shake her head to
indicate that she didn't. Her left nipple was throbbing and slightly
painful and she wasn't anxious to have the other one undergo the same
treatment. He arched his eyebrow when he saw her reluctance. "No, pet?
You really don't mean that do you?" he questioned as his fingers slid along
each side of her clit and began to flatten it between them. His other hand
toyed at her right nipple as he tweaked and teased at her sex button.

Her hips bucked toward his hand seeking more of the pleasure that his
fingers were generating between her legs. He relaxed the pressure on her
clit and tightened his grip on her nipple. She responded with a small moan.
"You do like it, don't you, pet?" he asked as he pinched her nipple
harder and rolled it roughly between his thumb and fingers. "Tell me,
love," he demanded and again heightened the pressure on the hardened knot
between her wet lips. "I like it, Master. I like it," she squealed as he
tugged and twisted the pink tip of her breast. "I knew you did, pet," he
said. "Master is always delighted to give you what you crave, love," he
whispered as he pinched her nipple in a vice-like grip that made her wince.
He lowered his head to supplant his fingers with his mouth and sucked the
supple tip quickly into his mouth. After a few minutes he leaned back to
survey his work and smiled as he saw the deep coral, distended nipple
sitting erectly on her creamy breast. "There, love. Now we have a
matching pair," he chuckled as he looked at the sparks flashing in her eyes.
"Let's go eat."

She looked at him with a bewildered _expression and started to speak but
held back her comment. He was enjoying the predicament he'd created for
her. "What's the matter, my love? You seem to be concerned about
something," he said. The confused look on her face gave him another rush of
the power he always felt when he had her just where he wanted her. He knew
she was struggling with her anxiety of being exposed in public as he
searched her features for all the signs that disclosed her emotions and
thought processes. Sometimes he could read her like a book and he found
immense satisfaction in that fact. He gripped her shoulders and turned her
to face the car, bent her at the waist and grinned as he felt her body
wrench when he pressed her bare breasts to the cold metal of the car's rear
deck. "Are you a bit chilled, my pet?" he asked with a sound of amusement in
his voice. "It will be my pleasure to warm you a little before we go
inside," he said as he lifted her skirt over her hips. He saw that her
buttocks were still a little flushed from the spanking he'd given her before
leaving the house. "A finishing touch is all she needs," he thought to
himself as his open hand struck her left cheek with a loud smack. He
noticed her first reaction was to tense in expectation and smiled as he saw
her force herself to remain at ease and gave her a matching swat on the
other side of her bottom.

After tenderly standing her upright, he embraced her, drawing her to his
chest. Her soft whimper was like music in his ear. "You never stop filling
me with pride, pet. You're doing very well tonight." Her mind was racing,
trying to sort out the feelings that were churning inside her. She was
terrified that he was going to lead her inside the restaurant on that chain
with her breasts exposed but another part of her was delirious with joy that
she'd pleased him. She tried to shake off the feeling of dread, telling
herself that she trusted him and he knew her limits. He often took her to
the edge but never beyond where she'd willingly go for him. She felt him
pull the cape over her shoulders and close it loosely over her breasts as he
picked up the end of the golden leash. "Walk carefully, my treasure, and no
one will see that you've dressed so provocatively," he stated casually as he
stepped off toward the front of the building with her in tow on her tether
of gold.

She was hurrying to keep up with him, her high heels clicking across the
pavement, and her mind very aware of the way the cape kept threatening to
flip back over her shoulders. As they stepped through the door she heard
her Master inform the man inside that they had reservations and smiled at
her when she paled as he asked if he might check the cloak for the lady.
"That won't be necessary, my good man," her Master said. "The lady will
keep her cape at our table." He slid his arm protectively around her as
they were escorted to a secluded booth near the back for the restaurant.
"Perfect," he said to the waiter. "This will do nicely won't it, my love?"
She smiled and nodded then breathed as sigh of relief as the waiter took the
order for a single glass of merlot and disappeared into the dim interior.

Before removing her cape and seating her, he reached beneath the outer
garment and deftly slid the top of her dress over breasts. He helped her
into the booth and took his place at her side. She felt safe with him. She
always did. The power he held over her never stopped exciting her in ways
that she couldn't quite understand and she raised her shoulders proudly as
she considered how lucky she was to be seated next to him on the smooth,
soft leather of the of the booth. The cheeks of her ass felt warm against
the cool seat and she was reminded that she was owned by this man sitting
beside her.

At the sound of his soft chuckle she glanced up to search his face for the
source of his amusement. He was smiling, staring down at the front of her
dress and she lowered her eyes to find what was holding his bemused
attention. She gasped sharply when she saw that the blue silk band
stretched across her right breast was not centered and the deep rose-colored
circle of her areola was peeking out defiantly. Her face flushed a matching
color and she whimpered helplessly as her eyes pleaded silently to him.

"Shhhh...pet, you are drawing attention to yourself," he said as his eyes
directed her attention to a table nearby where an older couple sat
whispering and looking in her direction. She squirmed uncomfortably in the
booth, trying to coax the wayward piece of material back into its rightful
place. "You are only making things worse," he laughed and she looked down
to see that even more of the tip of her breast had slipped from behind its
thin covering.

She jumped at the sound of the waiter's voice and felt her face grow warmer
when she looked up to see him standing, his eyes glued to her exposed flesh
and his mouth curled in a slight smile. Her hands jerked unconsciously at
the cuffs that held them securely behind her back as her instinct to cover
herself kicked in automatically. She was comforted by the sound of her
Master's voice as he calmly ordered dinner for them. "I'll have the steak
with a tossed salad and a baked potato this evening," he said. "The lady
has just had her dessert so I'll feed her from my plate, since she won't be
eating much." With that he turned to her, slipped two fingers beneath her
chin and tilted her head upward. He picked up her napkin and gently dabbed
away the creamy stain on her chin. "My goodness, love. You still have
traces of your dessert on that pretty face," he mused and smiled softly as
her face turned to crimson.

When the waiter returned with the salad and vanished again, he looked over
at her and flashed a smile of approval as his hand slid beneath the table
and rested on her upper thigh. He selected a small cherry tomato, dripping
with honey Dijon dressing, and slipped it between her full lips as his
fingers moved between her thighs and over the moist petals of her sex. Her
eyes widened as his fingers sent tiny tremors of pleasure through her body
and her soft moans were lost in the juicy orb that filled her mouth. He
smiled at the sound of her low "Mmmmm" and remarked, "My precious really
loves her tomato, doesn't she?" She could only nod as his fingers worked
their magic between her thighs. With each taste of fresh greens, he circled
the hardened knot between her wet lips and enjoyed the obvious effects his
attention created.

By the time the waiter returned with the plate containing a sizzling steak
and steaming potato, she was teetering on the verge of release. He held her
there, increasing and decreasing the pressure against the swollen bud
between his fingers. The waiter could barely take his eyes off the front of
her dress where her exposed nipple was standing erect on her pale breast.
The flush on her face and neck showed her condition clearly to a man who
could read the sexual language of a woman's body. She struggled to show
some kind of composure but failed utterly when his fingers pressed against
throbbing little nodule that had become the center of her consciousness.
"My pet is thoroughly enjoying her dinner," he said nonchalantly to the
waiter who reluctantly pulled his eyes from the scene playing out in front
of him and turned back to his other duties.

He removed his hand from under the table to attend to the task of cutting
the steak into bite-sized pieces and preparing the potato by adding a bit of
sour cream and fresh chives. "This smells appetizing, my love," he said
boldly as he sniffed the aroma of the food and then passed his fingers near
his nose. "I can hardly wait to taste it, " he added and took a bite of
the dinner.

His hand returned to its former location and began to torment her
relentlessly as he alternately ate and fed her morsels from his plate. Her
eyes searched the faces of the tables nearby for signs that anyone was
observing her dilemma. Only occasionally did she see anyone look their way
and she breathed a sigh of relief that the room was dimly lit. At the sound
of her sigh, he increased the pressure against her tiny button and began to
take her to the brink once again. When he felt her reach that delicate edge
he slipped two fingers inside her as he pressed a cube of steak against her
lips. Her lips parted as a deep moan escaped them and closed tightly around
the fork as her wet muscles gripped his fingers. She couldn't chew, her
mind was swirling and her throat felt as though it had sealed shut. She
needed to breathe....she needed to release.

"Now, pet," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "Now!" For one second she
hung in mid-air, her mind a mass of confusion. "Not here," she thought.
"Oh, god, please not here." Suddenly it didn't matter. They were alone in
the universe. Nothing existed except this man, her Master, and his soft
breath on her ear, his demanding fingers buried deep in her soul. Her eyes
closed tightly, her back arched and her body shuddered against him. She was
lost in a dark blue haze of pleasure and searing heat. Her perception was
swept away in the deluge of ecstasy that washed over her like the waves on a
beach during a hurricane. Never had she flown so high or felt such abandon.

Gently his fingers lead her back to reality and he wrapped his arm around
her shoulder to cuddle her against his body as she trembled with the last
spasms of her release. "Thank you, my love. Thank you for your beautiful
surrender to me," he whispered softly. His hand drifted down her back and
skillfully released the clip on one of her bracelets, freeing her hands. He
kissed her softly as he pulled the panties from his pocket and pressed them
in her hand. "Use these to clean up a bit before we leave, my pet, then
return them to me." When she'd regained her composure she did as he asked
and placed the panties on his thigh while her eyes once again scanned the
faces at the tables nearby. She sagged slightly in relief as she saw that
everyone was eating or chatting, oblivious to what had just occurred only a
few steps away.

"Ready to go home, love?" he asked and adjusted the cape around her
shoulders. She could only nod and smile softly. Her heart was filled with
such overwhelming love and joy that words would not come. He stood, helped
her from the booth, picked up the check and started to lead her away.
Suddenly he stopped. "I almost forgot to leave our waiter a well-deserved
tip," he said and laughed as he dropped her blue panties on the seat where
she'd been sitting. "Let's go home, little one, so my pet can serve her
Master His dessert."

phoenix639 50F

7/27/2006 1:14 pm

Lol think you mean dessert.

Desert is the hot area full of sand...made me chuckle. I had visions of a woman sat at a dinner table in the middle of the sahara waiting for the storms to subside so she can eat with you.

Sorry.....my comment isnt what you wanted was it hun.

Change it to dessert & delete my comment before anyone sees babes.

Raveheart2005 51M

7/31/2006 3:08 am

actually did it on purpose and I wont delete your comment I love it that you cared enough to write

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