It took a while, but I finally made a decision. I put on the panties and the tiny shorts along with the gray tee. I slipped my feet into a pair of sneakers rather than four inch stilettos.
As I walked up the stairs, Lilly met me and looked me over. “Let’s go get some lunch,” she said without another comment.
We never spoke a word, as she drove downtown. I just looked out at the city. We passed the Empire and further down the street came Alfresco’s. We drove by that also. Then Lilly turned into a little bistro on Eighth. It was an upscale place where some of the executives come. They have a good bar and a fancy chef.
“Do you want something to drink?” she asked.
“How about a Bourbon on the rocks for a change?”
The waiter arrived. Lilly ordered a gin and tonic.
“Heavy on the gin and easy on the tonic,” she told him.
“And you?” he asked.
“Do you have Blanton’s”
“Of course, Sir.”
“A double on the rocks.”
“Do you think enough whiskey will make your decision any easier?”
“No, but it’s been a year since I’ve let something like that slide over the back of my tongue.”
She softly chuckled, as she reached into her purse and placed a pair of handcuffs beside me on the table. She watched my reaction.
I looked at them and felt the slightest nerve twitch way down deep in my cock.
She sensed it, when I hesitated to take my eyes off them.
When the waiter brought our drinks, he noticed them too. He quickly put down the glasses and scurried away from the table.
“You felt something, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“What do you want to do about it?”
“I don’t know.”
Then she placed another item on the table in the center of one of the cuffs. It was the cage. It was the symbol of her control. It was sign of my slavery. It was the object of my surrender. Again there was a stirring deep in my loins.
I picked up my drink and took an extra large sip.
“Well?”
I just stared at the two objects. I remained silent, having no words for the moment.
Slowly she reached back into her large purse and picked out a small cat with nine tails folded together and laid it in front of me. I stirred slightly in my seat. We both remained silent.
I took my finger and pushed two of the tails apart, before running it down the top of the braided leather, feeling the stiffness of each ply.
I looked up at her, staring directly into her eyes and then back at the whip. I knew she could feel my cravings and desires. She knew what I wanted. She sensed my fear to accept it. Again I drank another gulp, yet she remained quiet.
I picked up one of the cat’s tails and rubbed it between my fingers. Slowly she reached over and put her hand on the back of mine. I squeezed the thin leather tail and instantly felt something tingle throughout my body. I’m sure she felt it too.
I stared at our hands and then looked back into her eyes.
Finally I whispered, “Let’s finish our drinks and go back home.”
Not another word was spoken.
When we got back, I went right downstairs to my room. I undressed and knelt with my nose in the corner where I could think. I seemed to be happy there. It was my refuge in the storm. About an hour passed before I moved.
I walked out into the dungeon and gathered some things – some cuffs and a long, slender cane. Slowly I fastened the leather manacles around each wrist and each ankle. I moved a small stool over behind the horse and laid the whip down upon it. The locks clicked shut as my ankles were secured to the legs of the horse before I draped myself over it. With my right hand I was able to easily close the padlock on my left, but it took a while to get the one on my right. Then I waited.
Probably an hour passed before I heard her step softly behind me.
There was the tell-tale sound of the cane as it cut through the air. It left a dark red, angry mark across both ass cheeks.
“Harder, Mistress. I need more.”
Other Patrick Richards Novels From Pink Flamingo Media
Samantha’s Slave
Addicted to Samantha
The Lock
My Master’s Slave
The Commodities Market
Road Trip
Revenge: Femdom Stories of Getting Even
Samantha’s Assemblage
A Wild Ride
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