"Now you, panties first. I assume you have a fresh pair or are they all stained with last weekend's deluge of semen?” She giggled and I sheepishly moved to the bureau to retrieve a pair of black panties from the bottom drawer.
"Oh, you look so sexy in black, Scott.” She laughed, but as I pulled them up my problem became apparent. I was still as hard as I'd ever been, sporting my small yet rigid diamond-cutter erection which pointed up toward my belly.
"Oh, that won't do even though I am allowing you to dress like a man tonight.” April paused and looked around before she decided. “Take them off, slave. We'll have to calm you down."
As I slipped the panties off, April pronounced my sentence as if it was no big deal. “Get back in the shower and we'll run some cold water over it."
Unfortunately I let my arousal and the masculine need to spurt get to me. I felt desperate. “But couldn't I just stroke it, please. I'll come for you Lady April and it'll only take a few minutes."
April shook her head. “No way, not before we meet my Master. If I allowed you relief now, Paulo will think I am a joke as a dominant."
"But, Lady April, how would he know?” I pleaded and I did wonder how Paulo could know.
"Believe me, he'll know, he just will. He knows things like that, but I will offer you another solution, it's faster, but perhaps more trying. You may have the cold water, or I'll use ice which I assume you have.” April's smug face made it apparent to me I would not have relief now.
April monitored me through the open shower door to make sure I kept my cock in the frigid spray until it shrunk to smaller than it's normal flaccid size. Then she had me dry myself and put my panties back on while she picked out an expensive gray suit from my closet which I normally reserved for special occasions. I didn't object because it seemed appropriate to me for in fact there might never have been an occasion more special and important than this in my entire life.
Finally we were both dressed and it was time to go to the restaurant. As we got back into my Miata with April again behind the wheel, she turned to me. “Unzip your fly and pull your penis out. Don't get it hard, I just want you to display yourself for me."
I was surprised and I didn't see the point at first. “Why do I . . ."
"Don't question me! Just obey me.” April screamed before she explained further. “In the future I'll may choose to have you display yourself often, simply to show others your true gender and humiliate you, so you'd best get used to the idea.” Her tone calmed somewhat, but it was still firm and I sensed she was delving ever deeper into our game.
When I pulled out my limp penis, I learned an important lesson in submissive masculinity as it seemed so much more embarrassing to display the soft shriveled version of my penis than it did the larger, harder, more virile erection. At first I looked at my tiny manhood and hoped it would rise up and make me proud, but I soon became confused as to whether or not I really wanted that. It seemed my penis had become an oddly abstract part of my body; something which gave me pleasure but was no longer mine to control.
Mostly we rode in silence and I felt uncomfortable especially when April occasionally reached over to pat or fondle my penis. I decided to try to engage her and perhaps learn more about her life with Paulo and what kind of man he was.
"My Lady, you said you and Paulo went camping over the weekend. How did that go?” I tried to be acutely polite so she have no reason to be mad at me.
April paused a moment like she was savoring her memories of the past weekend. “It went well for me. I served Master and as I hoped he made me his slut forcing me to serve others. Recently he's been saying it's important to train me to serve whomever he desires, even strangers and . . . well . . . I don't mind because it really turns me on."’ She paused and I could almost see her seemingly transform before my eyes. Her voice, which had been so demanding before became softer and sexier as the submissive April emerged.
"Could you tell me what happened. I'd love to hear about it.” I tried not to sound too interested for fear she would say no, but it was truly hoping she'd fill me with her submissive sexual experiences.
"I'll tell you because Master says you learn as much from what I do for him as what I do to you. We went to a state park up north with a lake and we camped in a very secluded area for backpackers. On Saturday afternoon, two of his friends, guys he knew before me, arrived. I'd seen pictures of them, but when he told me to put on my red bikini and pack a picnic lunch for the four of us I knew something was going to happen.” April's voice seemed to get more breathy and sexy as she went on.
She shook her head and looked sheepish for just a moment. “Later I met Karl, a sort of dreamy-looking, blond-haired guy, and Thomas, a tall, handsome, black guy on the beach and we talked a little bit, but I felt there eyes on my body from the very first moment. It was like I knew Master would give me to them, but he needed to tease me first. Then we went swimming and in the process of playing and frolicking in the water, they managed to get my bikini top off and they began fondling my breasts. It didn't bother me when Thomas took my bottom off as long as Master said it was okay. More and more I wanted them to fuck me and soon we went back to camp and Master told me to serve the picnic lunch as I was. So I served them and they touched me all over, but then Master came up with a really hot idea.” April paused and I knew she was back in the moment, but I wanted to hear what happened.
"So then what?” I pleaded.
"He always thinks of something novel and this time was no exception. He smiled at me and said they needed a table and would I mind serving in that capacity. Oh fuck, I thought by that time I would have done anything to have them touch me more. So there I am, on all fours like a dog with three guys eating a picnic lunch off my back. Occasionally they pushed tidbits of food in my mouth, but more often they touched me, anywhere they wanted to. Fondling, caressing, and pushing fingers into holes until I was literally shaking with sexual desire. Master kept warning me to be still and slapping my ass hard when I wasn't, but near the end of lunch I just couldn't anymore. I was crazy to be fucked.” April was nearly shouting now as her passion was aroused.
"Did you, My Lady, did you get . . .” I was sure I felt April's sexual urgency inside me and I needed to know she gotten what she wanted.
"Fucked, I certainly did, multiple times by all three of them.” April made a sharp left turn with precision and whipped through the parking lot to bring my Miata to a stop. “Maybe someday you'll get fucked by three guys, Scott. Would you like that?"
This last question brought the whole fantasy to a conclusion for me as the idea was at this point not acceptable. I still had many inner walls to be broken down.
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Chapter 4
It must have been close to eight because April's eyes began scanning the parking lot, I assume for some sign of Paulo's vehicle.
"Come on, time to go inside. I don't want Master to arrive before us and have to wait.” April bolted from the car and I followed and I found I was walking a step or two behind her so I tried to catch up so we could walk side by side. However as soon as I got up beside April she reacted negatively to my presence.
"No, you should walk behind me. Couples walk together, but we're not a couple.” Her words hit me hard, but I knew she was right. I was her slave and I had no right to expect to be treated like a lover.
Once we got inside, April took charge asking the maitre ‘de for a table for three which we were seated at in minutes. Once again I got caught in the no man's land between lover and slave as I tried to be gentlemanly by pulling out April's chair. She gave me a cold stare which told me not to do it again. Once she was seated, I reached to pull out the chair beside her at the round table, but she stopped me. I had assumed she would sit between Paulo and I, but when she pointed to the third chair which was separated from her by the empty chair I had intended to sit in, it hit me. Paulo would sit between April and I and this brought the point home to me dramatically. He was her Master and lover
, not me.
Once I was seated, April gave me curt but clear instructions. “When my Master arrives, do not speak until he speaks to you. Once he acknowledges you, greet him, and if he asks you a question, answer it honestly. He will feel you out and at some point he'll tell us what he's thinking about you, but that might not happen right here. If he doesn't speak to you, don't worry, it doesn't mean he doesn't accept you. It probably only means he's still forming his opinion of you, or he might want to see how you react to being ignored. Do you understand what I'm saying, Scott?” April's voice was insistent that I understand, but her firmness only made me more nervous about meeting her Master.
"Yes, I understand, Lady April.” Already I felt awkward, like the whole restaurant was looking at me as I sat a chair away for her and now my anxiety began to steadily rise higher as we waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before April's eyes shifted and then focused on a tall, dark-haired young man who as he walked across the restaurant floor seemed to be receiving more than admiring glances from most of the women there. As he approached our table, he smiled at her and moved with the fluid confidence of someone who knows every female eye in the room is not only watching him, but desiring to be with him. What surprised me was he was not at all dressed up like we were, but instead he wore the simple white uniform shirt and dark blue pants of a city fireman. Well over six feet tall, Paulo's light brown skin matched April's and it was evident how his uniform bulged with rippling muscles no doubt obtained from hard workouts with the machine I had seen hanging on their bedroom door. In short, he looked like a Hispanic god who women might worship and for the first time I realized why April was as devoted to him as she was. I had to admit she would have been crazy to choose me over him.
"You look amazing, but I nearly didn't make it. We're shorthanded and the lieutenant nearly bagged me for another half shift. Luckily, I got out of it.” Those were Paulo's first words spoken directly to April as he sat down beside her. He never even looked at me.
April immediately moved her chair closer to him and to me it became obvious how differently she behaved in his presence. She fidgeted and immediately began to raise her chin to expose her neck while touching her hair. April was preening, displaying her body for her Master's approval and as I watched her do it I found I was getting turned on by her behavior.
As I'd been told, I remained silent, but as I watched them I wondered if she would introduce me at some point. Leaning forward, I hoped to catch her first words to him, but she thwarted me by moving in close to kiss his neck and then whispering in his ear before glancing at me.
"You did. Good for you. As I told you, to dominate you must be firm in the beginning. I'm glad to see you didn't give in to his need. Has he been obedient to you? No whining or refusals to obey?” Paulo's congratulatory tone and his questions indicated to me April had told him how she'd curbed my erection, not allowing me to climax. It was more than embarrassing.
"Yes, Master, he was obedient. At times he's been a little reluctant, but like you said it's all new to him. All in all he did well I thought.” April gave me an almost proud look and then she added. “I think he's been very anxious about meeting you."
Now Paulo turned his head and gave me a seemingly unfathomable look. His face wasn't angry or disapproving of me, but it wasn't approving either. He continued to stare and my fear rose sharply. What does he want of me?
A tense moment passed and then Paulo's eyes broke the stare and his hand moved under the table close to my leg. “Does seeing my bitch dressed like this turn you on, slave?"
All I could think of was what I knew of pack behavior and it seemed to me Paulo was exercising his prerogative as the alpha wolf by staring and in a his own way snarling at a me to make me show deference to his authority so I did. “Yes, sir, very much."
"Good, did you know it turns her on to dress like the slut she is?” His eyes again demanded an answer.
"Ahhh . . . I suppose I did, sir. She has a very sexy body.” His questions might have been intended to freak me out, but I was proud they didn't and I was giving him what April advised, complete honesty.
"Excellent, well, let's see how much it turns her on.” With no warning to April, Paulo's hands slipped under the table and up under her tight PVC skirt along her inner thigh. My eyes went immediately to April's eyes and I saw them get wide when I assumed Paulo's fingers slipped into her slave cunt.
Paulo took his time; touching and perhaps penetrating deeply into her inner wetness until despite her attempt to maintain her composure a long, needy sigh came from April's lips. This seemed to be a signal to Paulo that he had her where he apparently wanted her and his hand left her in this condition, no doubt copiously wet, sexed up, and definitely needing more of his touch. He brought his hand just barely out from under the table so I could see his fingers glistening with her juices.
"Yes, my slut slave is quite wet, as I like her. May I touch you, Scott, just to illustrate a point? Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” Paulo was still looking me over, perhaps evaluating me, but he was smiling so I assume he was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it that way so I acquiesced.
"Yes, sir, of course.” I had no idea what to expect from him, but I felt refusing was the wrong thing to do right now.
With catlike quickness, Paulo brought his hand to my face and wiped his wet, pungent fingers on and under my nose. “There, slave, smell her juices. That should get you stiff again and maybe this time she'll let you cum. Are you beginning to get a picture of how your life will be as her bitch slave?"
Oh my god. Stunned, I could barely believe what was happening to me. Here in a public restaurant a stranger, who was also a macho stud guy, had just wiped his fingers laden with his lover's pussy juice on my face. Of course he was right as the pungent aroma of April's sex was immediately beginning to arouse me, but how should I answer his question? Should I just get up and leave right now thereby ending this game of submission or should I let things flow onward?
Right now, I was both humiliated and aroused and I began to realize submission might be a more powerful sexual excitement than I had ever known. I had opened up to it and it was flowing rampantly in my veins now so how could I just stop, but how could a lifestyle I'd been almost unaware of two weeks ago be so powerful now? I felt as if I had no ability to stop even if I wanted to.
"Yes, Sir, I guess I am beginning to understand.” I paused and then more words just seemed to tumble out of my mouth as if by naked instinct. “I . . . feel humiliated, but I want it and I can't seem to stop wanting it."
Paulo laughed politely. “Yes, you put it well and be aware it's the nature of the beast for male submissives. Once they dive in, they often can't stop because the feelings are too powerful. Thankfully for you, you need not worry for there's no danger, I won't allow you to be harmed. Relax and try to enjoy the ride. I know April is.” Paulo turned back to April and touched her nylon-sheathed thigh. She froze for her Master, ready to instantly comply with his desires.
However all Paulo did was touch her and it was like he was turning on a machine. “You say you're aroused, but do you think you're more aroused than she is?"
I doubted it. So many things told me April was a smoldering volcano of lust that I didn't dare compare my arousal level with hers. “I'm pretty sure Lady April is more aroused than I."
Paulo smiled. “Good call, and you're right. She's a machine when it comes to sex. Allow me to demonstrate."
Here we were sitting in a busy eatery with people sitting all around us and staff whizzing by, yet I felt they were so attuned to each other as Master and slave that it made no difference to them.
"Ah, a pretty blonde girl, perfect.” Paulo quickly made a hand gesture to a young blonde waitress who of course immediately came to him.
"Are you our server, young lady?” Paulo inquired.
"No, sir, Crystal has this table, but she's been very busy. I'll be happy to take your order if you wish.” The girl's voice sounded somewhat breathless and I wondered if it
was her labors or her proximity to Paulo which was to blame. Did every woman in the room want to be her?
"Excellent, but I'd like your assistance with another problem first. My girlfriend has some feminine issues and needs some assistance in the ladies room, could you be so kind as to help her?” Paulo smiled at the young girl.
At first she looked surprised, but her eagerness took over. “Yes, of course, sir. I'd be happy to.” The girl looked at April and to my surprise April licked her lips sensuously. Was April doing this to tell the waitress what sort of help she really needed? If so, the blonde girl seemed open to it.
Paulo whispered something in April's ear and the two women were off leaving me sitting alone with Paulo. As I watched April walk away, I had never felt more alone.
By the time April returned, Paulo had ordered for her and dinner was served. During the meal, April and Paulo engaged in rather mundane small talk about their day to day issues as if I was not at the table, but I was curious as to what had transpired between April and the blonde waitress.
At one point near the end of the meal, Paulo turned to me and inquired. “April tells me you're in charge at work, Scott? Does being in charge seem like a hassle to you?"
The simple truth was I didn't mind being the boss except when it came to April. “It's not bad, sir, except when I interact with April. I've never felt comfortable being her boss."
"So as things progress and you give up control you should feel more comfortable. You masculinity may want to fight the idea of letting go as we males are conditioned to want to be in charge. Try to just let things go if you can.” Paulo sounded sincere and his advice seemed sound to me.
When the check came I simply waited to see what happened and Paulo took it and paid it as if there were no other possible options. As we walked out into the parking lot, April was clung to her Master and seemed to rub her body against him.
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