I retreat to my bedroom to freshen up and dress for lunch. I throw on a comfortable pair of blue jeans and a rather low cut blouse. I smile to myself thinking of you dressing in the next room...how difficult it will be to put your pants on over that hard on, with no underwear to boot! It causes me to chuckle aloud. I enter to find you just zipping up your pants. I stand at the threshold of the room watching you struggle, your cock straining against your slacks...you are glad you wore a jacket today. I saunter over to you, you drop your eyes to the floor and still yourself. I reach up and place a black leather rope around your neck. It looks much like the necklaces that you've seen many of the young surfers wearing today. I unbutton a couple of the buttons on your shirt, a bit more exposure that you are comfortable with. This necklace signifies that you belong to me, I say. You reach up to finger it for a moment, then drop your hand back to your side. Then you see it. It looks as though I am carrying a..what..leash?! NO...no no no.. you begin to shake your head without realizing you are even doing it. Shhhhh....I put my hand against your cheek. I take the object and place it through the loopholes of my jeans.. just a belt. Ok, it's just a belt..that looks like a leash. Shit! You think with relief...shit...your mind wanders for a moment..what about work.. what about my wife..where will everyone think I am..how long until someone calls the police....I break through your reverie; let's go.
I lead you through my home to the garage and I sit you in the passenger seat of my car, and clasp the seatbelt over you...I kiss your temple and muss your hair before I make my way to the drivers side. We ride in silence. I am driving impossibly fast, screetching around corners when we pull up in front of an unassuming looking eatery. Get out, I order. You jump out and come around and let me out, offering me your hand. I smile, pleased at your gentlemanly nature. A valet greets us and I hand him the keys, then I put my hand on the back of your head and I kiss you deeply. The valet blushes as he waits for me to move from the doorway of the car. Just as quickly as I kiss you, I let you go and walk away. You follow. Inside we are seated at a semicircular booth. I notice that the bulge in your pants has dissipated. Our waitress, a pretty dark haired thing comes by with menus. You reach out to retrieve yours, but I remove it from your hands just as quickly. The look on your face registers surprise, I give you a hard stare and you drop your eyes. I quickly scan the menu and order for both of us. The waitress give me an odd smile - looks at you and back at me-shrugs and walks away to place our order. I turn to you and stare at your downtrodden face... you can feel my eyes burning into you but you do not look up. This both pleases and amuses me. You begin to fidget under my gaze. How does your ass feel, I ask. Your eyes widen and briefly meet mine, then back down. I see movement as your cock begins to harden again at the thought of the abuse you recently suffered. Ooooh, I say...I think you liked me fucking your ass....as I speak the words, the waitress appears at our table. You steal a look at her. She has overheard me. Her eyes are wide and her mouth drops open then closed again. She regains her composure rather quickly. I look her in the eye and say, isn't he just totally fuckable? I look back to you...I reach over and stroke your hair. I hear no reply so I look back at the waitress questioningly. Umm..yyes. she stammers. I give her a wide smile, then look back at you. She leaves us our drinks and can't get away from us fast enough. A moment later I hear a burst of laughter and giggling from the kitchen. I know she has gone to tell the other staff what just transpired. I reach over and grab your cock through your pants. You take a sharp breath. "You are still under orders not to cum my pet" I remind you. Your response is your ragged breath as I stroke your cock and balls through your pants. Another waitress comes by and catches me as I am pulling my hand away from you. Do you need anything folks? She says. I smile at her and tell her no. She looks at your lap and notices the bulge in your pants. Her eyes widen as she walks away from our table, again I hear the laughter abound.
I put my hand under your chin and lift your face. "Look at me." You comply. Your eyes betray you, telling me everything I need to know. This excites you. Humiliates you. You hate it. You love it...you are in complete conflict, complete wonder. You fidget, shifting uncomfortably, your hard cock painfully obvious through your clothes. I can see you silently begging me to stop...begging me to continue.
The food arrives and is set by yet another waitress. I don't even look at her. She says nothing and departs. "Eat". I order. "You will need your strength". You devour your food. I sit back and watch, picking at my plate. I am mesmerized by you, but I cannot let you know this. You feel my stare and every so often steal a glance in my direction, but each time you do, I catch you and you drop your eyes back to your plate. When you are satiated you sit back, eyes to your lap.
I pay the bill as we retreat to the car and I drive us back to my place.
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