You take your time getting yourself ready, but the wait does pay off: you appear on the middle of the hall wearing an elegant, dark red dress that underlines your shape and shows those beautiful legs of yours covered by black stockings. Your new stilettos, with the shiny small diamonds are a perfect match, and make your figure even more impressive. Your hair happens to be in a quite sophisticated bum, which tops your pretty face in which a pair of eyes shine blue over a softly dark background. The purple-reddishness of your lips call sensuality, and goes perfectly together with the dress; and so do your long silky gloves. The sultry red is spotted by details of lustful black, such as your hanging earrings, a black pearls necklace and, of course, your big, black wedding ring [1]. You come closer to me and make me kiss it, as if you were a queen or a pope, which by now you have become to me.
On my side, I'm wearing your favorite suit; but as you suggested, I still carry the cock harness instead of any underwear; and a discrete leather collar barely visible under the tie. The thin chain that will hang on it is waiting on the bag, may you need it.
—So long you are being a good slave, I won’t need to tie you... will I, darling? —You say, while massaging over the trousers my already hard and quite visible cock.
We call for a taxi, sitting both of us on the back seat; and while you give the driver the instructions, your right hand skillfully unzips my trousers and begins to masturbate me.
—So, is it being an interesting afternoon? —You ask, bending over the driver's seat, while your hand doesn't stop playing with me.
—No, M'am, it ain't. Pretty average day...
And so the story goes... we take a little longer than expected as you seem disappointed with the restaurant you had chosen in the first place, so we wonder for a while till we find one that fills your needs. The place is too much snob for my taste, and seems quite expensive, which I cannot stop observing. But there is no point, need or desire of arguing with my beautiful Mistress, so we just enter the place, where you choose a table next to a corner.
After taking our order, the waiter fill our glasses of red wine, your image shinning with the reflection of the candle on them. At some point, in the middle of a banal conversation, I notice your hand moving sensually down your neck till your breasts, taking the dress slightly apart so I can see half of a nipple, and a new order: "Lick me"; and an arrow pointing down. As an answer to my confused face, you cover your breast again for exposing the opposite one: "now!". So after hesitating and looking all around, I get under the table which is covered by a long tablecloth. Now I understand what you were missing at our first destination.
As it was to expect, you are not wearing underwear; although you do wear a garter belt, which shows such a loving Mistress you are. Your pussy is beating beautifully, expecting the first unseen contact of my mouth. I get as surprising as I can, and your body reacts with a delightful shiver from head to toes. I do my job softly, kissing you tenderly, but sticking my tongue as deep as I can, biting slightly your pinky clit. In some moment you ask the waiter to pour some more wine, becoming suddenly quite interested on the doings of a waiter and the place in which he works. I move my tongue faster, trying to spoilt your fun, but nothing stops you from a civilized conversation. After a while, the man leaves; and a naked finger carrying a black ring and covered in wine, comes sensually to my mouth. In its next journey it lets some drops over your already wet cunt. Then, me and your crotch are left alone, till the trembling of your body tells me the task is done.
I return to my chair unseen (or so I hope) and just on time for enjoying a warm, delicious meal. Your satisfied smile is the best reward I could ever get; and all in all the dinner turns out to be a most charming experience. The only think that disturbs me is you don't seem to be falling asleep, in spite of the few glasses you already had [2]; and, when dessert options are offered, you directly go for the Bloody Mary.
—You must agree it suits perfectly the whole girl image, hon —, you say, while catching sensually the straw with your lips—. Unfortunately, all these beverages will have the side effect of an inevitable visit to the restroom. Hope you won't have any problem with that —and your eyes rise from the drink to see my reaction.
-—You know I'm for your pleasure, Mistress. Besides, your delicious fluids have never been something I had problems with.
So when you finish I follow you to the toilet, and after making sure no screaming old lady will interfere with us, we occupy one astonishly clean cabin. You take yourself a little up above the toilet, giving space for my tongue to play with your fluids once in a while. As a result of the alcohol your stream don't appear golden but silver, and your dog find it quite tasteful and nice. When finish you don't need napkin to clean it, as your personal servant is there for making sure the lady won't walk dripping on the ways.
—Now, that's it, make it shine, boy. And when you are done, pleasure me.
Not that I have anything against it. When I raise your dress I see clearly that you are wearing a small butt plug, the one we got some months ago at that British website: silverish color and ending on some kind of crafty imitation of ruby. I put my cock on the only empty hole and start banging you against the wall. My hands travel all around your body in ecstasy, grabbing your firm boobs, pulling from your hard nipples... I splash your ass and you can barely
control your moans. The wetness of your cunt mixed with my own fluids make you drip on the open toilet. We hear someone flushing on one of the cabins near by and you smile, moving faster... till I come in a huge explosion.
You turn to me with a great smile, kiss me and go down for getting as much as it's left on my palpitating dick. When I grab paper for cleaning your delicate pussycat you stop me, so I start to reach to it using my tongue.
—You are so sweet... but who told you this had to be clean?
After you put in order your dress, we leave the small room to face a shocked woman who gets silenced by your defiant smile, and we reach our tables without any trouble. We call for the bill, and after thanking for the pleasurable dinner and service, you pay the not so fair price.
—I thought I was supposed to pay? Being the slave and all that...
—Ah, but a slave is not allowed to do that kind of things on his own. You’re not responsible enough. In any case, let's hurry, darling; we are expected somewhere...
—??.... are we??
—Ttt, so shall I use the chain, then?
[1] Rose and I are not the marrying kind, but at some moment we felt we should bring some symbolism into our relationship; and thus the idea of Sex Marriage was born ]:D . If you are interested, we could explain a little more on future posts…
[2] Rose has the strong (and silly ;p) belief that alcohol makes her sleepy, even in small amounts.
Rose and me have been quite busy lately. And I don’t mean busy like in a metaphorical, naughty way; but like in busy. Well, it is true that our last three days have been filled with crazy cybersex (did I just fuck a pillow??) and fantasizing about our soon-to-be life together. Yeah, one of this days we’ll have to post something of it. But we are too busy. That’s the life of a young couple: work, lunch break, sex, work, dinner, sex, sleep four hours.
But don’t you worry, dear voyeurs, we’ll try to find some time for you. Who knows?, maybe we’ll even decide to upload some hardcore fragments of our fallen angel video… but for that you’ll have to ask nicely >;-D
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