“Natalie, the sorts of things you have been experiencing with Sir James, I have been doing for years. Some of the things I have experienced would make your head spin. Picture me standing in front of you, clad head to toe in tight fitting latex and holding a dildo. Instead of Sir James fucking you, picture me opening up your dripping pussy with my big cock…you being helpless to resist me. Sir James and I are going to take you on an amazing journey that is beyond your current comprehension.”
The only words that Natalie really absorbed were ‘Sir James and I…’
Chapter 6 – Dining with Sir James
Natalie’s head was in a whirl as they said their good-byes and she headed home. She hadn’t asked Jo what she meant by her comment about ‘her and Sir James.’ She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer as she needed time to think about it. Eventually, crawling into bed, she found herself too tired to sleep as her mind now focused on both Jo-Anne and Sir James. As she thought about her experience with Sir James and then juxtaposed it with her interlude in the bathroom with Jo, she formed an interesting mental picture. In it she was secured in Sir James’ sling. Both he and Jo-Anne in the room together with Natalie the focus of their attention. As much as she tried to find the negatives from this mental scene, she was struggling to do so.
Trying to assess it from all points of view, she thought about what had happened. She knew she had fallen in love with Sir James. As much as there were many unknowns about him, he totally dominated her thoughts and, when she was with him, her actions. At the same time he was a perfect gentleman and only treated her the way she wanted to be treated. In fact, it still amazed her that he seemed to know more about how she wanted to be treated than she knew herself. He had not tried to schmooze her and race her off to bed like so many of the other men she had dated in the past. In fact, she had been starting to wonder if he was ever going to fuck her. Much to her chagrin she had actually begged him to fuck her just as he warned her she would. She had never done that before and she was at a loss to explain, even to herself, how he had managed to make her do it.
Then there was Jo, her long term friend and confidante. It was obvious that Jo had a secret side to her that Natalie had been oblivious to. Not only did she enjoy the company of men, but obviously the company of women as well. She had shown a strength in her personality, or at least a dominant streak, that Natalie had not seen before. Did she have a relationship of any kind with Sir James? Did she even know him? Natalie decided she needed to find out or this whole puzzle would never come together. It was with that thought in her mind that she finally drifted off to sleep.
She awoke in the morning surprisingly fresh and headed off to work. Just after 10am, Doreen, the receptionist, knocked on her door and entered with a small box that was wrapped and tied up, not with ribbon, but with a soft hemp rope finished off on top with a neat bow. It had an accompanying single red rose.
“It looks like somebody likes you,” she said, smiling at Natalie. “I wish I had a special someone who sent me gifts at work, especially someone with such an interesting technique in wrapping gifts.”
Like most of the other people in the firm, Doreen had noticed a change in Natalie over recent days and was keen to find out what was happening in her life to warrant such a change. She suspected it was a man and she wanted to find out. This little gift with its unique wrapping simply piqued her interest even further. Doreen stood there as Natalie untied the bow and removed the hemp, running it carefully through her fingers. She then removed the wrapping paper and lifted the lid. There was a card inside and she briefly glanced at it before lifting its contents. She had no idea what it was, but as she quickly processed the words on the card, knowing who it was from, she quickly shoved the item back in the box and replaced the lid. A nervous smile formed on her face as she thought about Doreen’s last comment. Doreen had caught a brief glimpse of what was inside the box but she had no idea what it was.
“Oh, Doreen, I’m sure you do.” She laughed out loud. “I’m sure you do,” she added in a thoughtful tone with an air of finality about it. “Thank you, Doreen,” she said as she put the box in her desk drawer.
A little later, Natalie closed her office door and drew the blinds so that she could read the note more thoroughly and inspect her gift. Her fingers were shaking slightly as she withdrew the box and carefully removed the lid, placing it upside down on her desk. Opening the note, she read: Tonight at 8PM. Hyatt Hotel restaurant. Reservation for James. Please wear your corset and the enclosed gift. Sir James
She then pulled the gift out of the box. It was a small white plastic device with a number of wide elastic straps attached to it, and it was obvious that it was to be worn. It just wasn’t clear exactly how it should be worn. As she held it up in her hands, she noticed there was a small printed instruction sheet in the bottom of the box with a diagram. Studying the diagram, she slowly turned the device around until it was correctly oriented. Realizing the straps were very similar to a man’s jock strap, she noticed the white plastic part was right where the pouch would normally fit and it became clear how she would wear this device. Still, she wondered what it was, but she knew the very thought of it was already setting her juices running, and she would be thinking about this for much of the rest of the day.
Ensuring she stayed at work no longer than absolutely necessary, and confirming her gift was safely in her hand bag, Natalie raced for the door and made her way home as fast as she could. The trip home was a blur. When she finally inserted the key in her front door, she realized her hands were already shaking and she needed to visit the bathroom. Damn nerves, she thought to herself. Before taking care of that need, she quickly laid out clothing for the evening on her bed.
She decided she would wear a full crotchless nylon body stocking under her clothes. She had a bone colored fine linen skirt to contrast her new corset. She had her favorite closed-toe, black Christian Laboutin pumps with the signature ‘come fuck me’ red soles and 5-inch heels standing by the bed, and finally she positioned her new gift on top of her skirt right in the position she thought it would be sitting. She then took care of her immediate needs before throwing herself under the shower.
She found her level of nervousness to be quite a buzz, heightening her desire to be with Sir James once again. She was not nervous or scared of him at a personal level, but it was the thought of what he might do with her, or to her, that made her take pause. How far was she prepared to go? She had no idea of the answer to that as she had literally no idea of where he wanted or intended to take her. With no frame of reference, she just knew that she yearned to please him. To let him take her to new and exciting places.
After showering, she stood naked in front of the mirror as she dried her hair. In her reflection she pictured a collar around her neck. She was imagining Sir James slipping it around and after snuggly buckling it up, slipping a small padlock through it so she would not be able to remove it. She felt the familiar rush at that thought as she closely examined the rest of her naked form to see if there were any areas that needed addressing before she was in his presence once again. She still had fading bruises across her butt, the final visual reminder of her experience with the crop, and she smiled as the memories came flooding back. Finally, happy with her appearance, she strode into her bedroom and considered how she was going to dress.
Picking up her brand new body stocking, she realized she had never seen one exactly like this before. Gathering first one leg and then the other, she slipped her feet down into the stocking feet, smoothing the nylon up her cleanly shaved legs. She always loved the feel of nylons as they caressed her skin. Pulling it up her torso and over her breasts, the rubbing of the filmy nylon woke her nipples as she put her arms through and positioned the garment around her shoulders and neck. The stocking hugged her, caressing her just the way she enjoyed garments like this and as she looked at herself in the mirror she thought, Yes! This will work well tonight.
Picking up her new gift, she turned it a
round until it was oriented the right way. She stepped into the elastic straps and eased them up her legs, pulling the waistband over her butt, ensuring none of the straps were twisted. The plastic part, which had flat sides with what looked like half a cylinder lining up the front of it, fitted neatly between the lips of her labia with the flat plastic preventing it from being drawn too far in. As she adjusted the straps she moved around to test it. She sat down, stood, walked around and bent over, realizing that it would stay in place quite well and she could hardly tell it was there. If it was supposed to have a role, she was still not sure what that role would be. She then slipped her legs into her satin panties, drawing them up over her firm butt. It covered the straps quite well and although Natalie could see a few little bulges, she was confident that nobody else would notice once her skirt covered her.
Wrapping the corset around her, she began with the bottom clip and began working her way up. She had taken some time the previous night to adjust the laces, knowing she had tied them off just a little bit tighter than they really needed to be. She breathed in and tugged at the corset, fighting to get each clip fastened. As it was gradually increasing its hold on her body, she loved both the feel and the look of it. She spent a bit of time tucking her breasts in and positioning them so that her cleavage was showing just the right amount without making her look cheap. After slipping her skirt on, she tried the waist band inside and outside the corset, finally deciding it looked better with the corset sitting on top of it. Finally, slipping into her shoes, she took a walk around her apartment to ensure she was walking correctly and was not likely to suffer a wardrobe malfunction.
The cab ride to the restaurant only took about 10 minutes, but in that brief period Natalie realized she would not want it to have been much longer. As much as she loved her outfit, it was not the sort of thing to be wearing while cooped up in a car. Alighting from the cab, after the Hyatt doorman had opened her door, she could feel her presence turning heads and she was pleased. She knew she would generate a fair level of attention and her brief walk into the lobby, at the base of the Hyatt tower, proved her right. Before long she was rocketing up to the top floor, feeling the change in air pressure as the elevator went higher.
Stepping out into the lobby of the restaurant she was greeted by the Maître d. Just as he took her hand in greeting, she let out a small involuntary squeal and her legs buckled slightly. She then knew exactly what her little gift was as it sent powerful vibrations right though her pelvis. She quickly regained her composure, smiled and pretended she had stumbled in her high heels, apologizing to the Maître d as the strong, albeit pleasant, vibrations coursed through her. She knew Sir James must be nearby, somehow operating this device by remote control, but she could not see him. She followed the Maître d and the vibrations stopped, allowing her to concentrate on looking her best as they made their way through the tables. She was shown to her table and the Maître d bowed.
“My name is Peter and if I can be of service throughout the evening, please do not hesitate to ask.” He looked her in the eye and said, “I hope your arrival was as exciting as it was surprising.”
She returned his gaze and could feel herself blushing. Does he know what just happened, she wondered to herself?
“My evening has gotten off to a very exciting start, thank you, Peter.”
He smiled as he walked away. As she turned to take in the view of San Diego Bay from high above the ground, the buzz commenced again. This time it was not such a surprise and she simply clenched her legs, closed her eyes and let the vibrations course through her.
She was shaken out of her revelry by the sound of a voice. Opening her eyes, she found a waitress standing in front of her offering her a drink. The vibrations stopped once again.
“Just water for the time being, thank you.” She was aware of other patrons, both male and female making furtive glances her way and she was flattered. Just as the waitress returned, so did Peter and behind him, Sir James. He was dressed in a business suit and Natalie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw him. He stepped up with a broad smile on his face, holding his hand out to greet her. When he took her hand in his, he bowed and kissed the back of it. As his lips touched her, the strongest vibrations commenced once again and she flinched slightly. A fleeting look of concern crossed her face before she broke back into a delightful smile.
“Natalie, it is so good to see you. Let me say that you look absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you, Sir. I have a very generous benefactor who has exquisite taste.” She paused before adding, “In both women and gifts.” The vibrations stopped once again. How is he doing that, she wondered? Surely he hasn’t got someone else operating the controls of this thing. She glanced around furtively to see if there was anyone nearby that could be operating the controls, but her search came up blank.
“I am so pleased you think so.” He took his seat and gazed into her eyes just as the drinks waitress approached the table. He did not even look at the wine list before ordering a bottle of white. When the waitress had gone, he said to Natalie, “Are you wearing panties?”
Natalie was caught off guard by his question. “I… er… Yes. Of course I am. The ones you gave me, Sir.”
“Take them off and hand them to me.”
She looked stunned but started to get up from the table.
“There is no need to get up. Take them off here, now. I want to see them.”
“Oh, Sir… I don’t… Do I really have to?”
“Natalie, you do not have to do anything you are not prepared to do.”
His voice was even and pleasant, his gaze never wavering. As she was processing his demand, she was looking around and then looking down at the table. She quickly realized that if she was careful, the table cloth would provide her sufficient privacy, but anyone looking her way would realize she was doing something strange. The vibrations began again and she bit her lip. Her nipples had hardened as she was processing his demand and she realized it was the pure audacity of what he was demanding she do in this public place that was exciting her.
She continued to gaze into his eyes as she slipped her left hand surreptitiously up under her skirt and pulled one side of her panties down, squirming a little as she did so to let them slide over the globe of her butt. She then repeated the process with her right hand. Ensuring she continued to meet his gaze she was relatively confident that nobody else nearby, especially in the dim light of the restaurant, would have any idea of what she was doing. Eventually, slipping them over her heels, she scrunched them up in her hand and, after looking around to see if anyone was paying attention, passed them across the table to Sir James. He took them before raising them to his nose just like he would a handkerchief.
“Ahhhh, Natalie. There is nothing quite like the scent of an excited woman. You are excited, aren’t you?”
The vibrations stopped once again and Natalie realized she was shaking. She felt dirty but excited at the same time. She felt embarrassed but safe, slightly humiliated but proud. She had passed his test. She broke off her eye contact and dropped her eyes, looking at the table.
“Yes, Sir. I don’t know how you get me this way all the time but yes, Sir. I am very excited,” she whispered.
Just then she spotted a woman who looked just like Jo-Anne. She was at the desk of the Maître d and looking away from Natalie. She startled somewhat as the vibrations commenced once again, just as the woman walked away. Natalie looked back at Sir James.
“What’s wrong, Natalie? You look like you have seen a ghost.”
What is she doing here, she wondered to herself? Was it really her or was Natalie’s mind playing tricks on her? Natalie found that by crossing her legs she could force the vibrator into a position where her pleasure continued to build rapidly. She was becoming flushed as she looked back at Sir James and replied, “Oh…oh… No. I just thought I saw someone I know.” She was squirming around in her chair slightly, and she knew that if the vibrations didn’t stop shortly she was goi
ng to have an orgasm at the table. She gazed at Sir James and he was looking deeply into her eyes.
“Yes, Natalie. Let it happen. I want to watch you.”
That was enough to trigger it. She felt the first wave and she closed her eyes. As much as she tried to suppress it, Natalie’s body jerked as the first wave of orgasm rippled through her body. Her whole body tensed up and her face contorted into what could have been mistaken as pain but it was in reality just pure pleasure. A long low moan escaped her lips.
“Natalie. Open your eyes and look at me.”
She was afraid of what would happen if she did so, but she obeyed his instruction regardless. Opening her eyes and meeting his gaze was the trigger for the next wave of pleasure to course through her body. His look was intense and there was the barest hint of a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Her mouth opened as she fought to maintain her gaze, not to mention her composure. Just looking at him resulted in continuous waves that she could not control. Her expression was one of begging. She wanted the buzzing to stop but at the same time she hoped it never would. Combined with him gazing deep into her soul, Natalie’s excitement only increased, making the orgasmic waves even stronger. Just as she thought she was going to lose control totally, the buzzing stopped. She was flushed and she clamped her hand between her legs. She just sat there staring at Sir James as a strong and very obvious shudder went right through her body. She was vaguely aware that the waitress who had returned with the wine was standing there waiting for Sir James to taste it. She looked at Natalie and then back at Sir James.
“Is everything alright, sir?”
With a totally deadpan expression he replied, “Perfectly all right, Mary. I think my partner has just experienced a spontaneous orgasm, but she will be back with us shortly. Oh, and the wine is fine, thank you.”
The waitress looked him in the eye, then back at Natalie. Natalie looked aghast. “Oh he has the most inappropriate sense of humor at times. Pay no attention to him.” Just then, she felt a pulsing electric shock pass across her vulva and she let out an involuntary yelp before quickly regaining her composure. She looked at Sir James then back to the waitress, smiling weakly. “I’m fine,” she added quickly. The waitress poured the wine, placed the bottle into an ice bucket and asked, “Will there be anything else at the moment, sir?”
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