“It is such a treat, this fantasy come true,” you thought as you sat there
between the two men who talked sotto voce across you, planning an impossible
future, while you watched the marvellous display on the dance floor. You did
not mind the distraction, finding their earnest voices a reassuring presence as
you let your mind float off into hazy imagination.
You could float down onto that dance floor yourself, exhibiting yourself to the
gaze of the delighted patrons, a star for the show, dancing for their
entertainment and for his special pleasure. Your pirouettes would cause your
skirts to float up high round your waist revealing the high cut panties to the
gaze of the beau monde of the province. The count’s lady exposed for their
pleasure. Would they turn away respectfully or would their gaze become fixated
on the swirl of your skirt, watching it flow like silken detritus on the
burgeoning wave of the incoming tide?
You shook your head, bringing yourself back to reality, reaching down to the
reassuringly cool touch of the broach pinned just above your breast. Your
Master had presented it to your with earlier that evening, pinning it carefully
onto your low cut decollete gown, another symbol of his ownership of your
precious body. The little jewel as the centre glittered in the lights
reflected from the dance floor, just as your own bright eyes glistened in the
candlelight. The two pearls on either side absorbed the light, as did your
pale cheeks.
A waiter approached to take your order. You lowered your head and looked down
to the place setting, waiting for your Master to order for you. You looked up
at him gratefully, thinking how delicious the dishes sounded with his rounded
vowels. The thought of those exotic flavours in your mouth made you salivate.
So did the tight backside of the young waiter as he slid away from their table,
bowing almost gracefully and turning towards the kitchens to fetch their
repast. Your Master laughed, following your eyes and took your face in his
hand, cupping your chin and lifting your face up to look directly into his
twinkling green eyes.
“You are such a naughty girl, aren’t you,” he chided you, slapping your face
gently and bringing a little colour to your cheekbone. You blushed and
suppressed a giggle, but did not deny his accusation, knowing that he might
want to spank you later for your misdemeanours.
The Spanish dancers on the floor were reaching a climactic finish as their food
arrived. The stamping of their feet, drummed into your mind, like a hundred
messages in the night. Your heartbeat accelerated with the beat of the music
and with the sight of your special training plate, filled with wonderfully
fragrant meats. You glanced towards your Master and he nodded, permitting you
to slide from your chair and kneel by his side.
You looked up at him as he was presented with the plate. He leant down and
tasted the food with his fork, before nodding his approval. The young waiter
took it to a side table, where he cut the food up, obviating any need for you
to use cutlery. You were after all so special to your owner. You smiled up at
him, thinking of the special care that he had taken to prepare this night for
you, this night of celebration as your return to the chateau.
The young man brought the plate over to you and bent to place it on the floor
besides you. You looked up at him, your eyes opened wide, amused to see the
confusion in his eyes, realising that this must be his first service for your
Master. You almost purred to yourself at the thought that this man-boy, this
youth was fresh and ready for you to enjoy later.
You wished that you were permitted to reach up to test the hardness of his
youthful prowess. You wondered whether one so young would be able to fill you
and to give you the just deserts that awaited you. You restrained yourself
though, caught in the web of imaginings that your Master weaved around your
head, knowing that there would be pleasure in time – of that you were sure.
“Eat my dear,” your Master commanded insistently. “Do not wait for us.”
You could feel the other man smiling as your confidante and Master pressed your
head towards your plate, requiring you to bend down to seize the little pieces
of meat in your mouth. You chewed at the tender flesh, nibbling delicately,
letting the aroma and then the spicy taste warm your body through.
You could feel the smile broaden as the plum of your bottom spread under the
thin silk gown. Then, as your Master reached down to lift the skirt up round
your waist so that your bottom was exposed, an appreciative chuckle reached
your alert ears. You knew that you were revealed bar the little protection
afforded by your rather immodest high cut panties.
You trembled, knowing the excitation that you must be causing and at the feel
of your Master’s hand on your buttock, squeezing and pinching the flesh gently,
before a palm slapped your bottom sharply in a sudden gesture that almost made
your hiccup. You yelped, but looked down, knowing that your Master knew
exactly what was best for your. You realised that your saucy wriggling, your
wretched trembling, was distracting the gentlemen from their meal.
You looked over your shoulder and looked up at your Master, watching him enjoy
the exquisite flavour of the rare meats that he had selected for you both.
Then you returned to the plate, reaching down to flick another morsel onto your
tongue, to savour it, even as you knew the gentleman with your Master was
savouring your elevated hindquarters.
“Pink meat is so much more flavoursome, when it has proper exposure,” you heard
your Master remark as fingers slipped under the elastic of your panties and you
felt them being slowly lowered. He slipped them over the apex of your raised
bottom, over your round thighs to your knees. He taped the back of your knee
impatiently and you lifted first one leg and then the other obediently,
allowing him to slide the garment further down, before leaving it at mid calf,
where they rested, leaving an indentation in the receptive flesh just as it had
done as they descended.
The tight elastic gave you the sensation of light bondage, as if silken ropes
had been twisted around your calves, binding you to his service. You knew that
you were bound for pleasure, when his hands slid up your thigh. He stroked the
flesh, occasionally squeezing and pinching, before reaching between the apex of
your thighs to cup and caress your recently shaven mound. You shivered
involuntarily as his fingers traced the moist slit of your sexuality, probing
to the first knuckle and then withdrawing, before pressing inwards again. It
felt exquisite.
“She is quite receptive is she not?” the other man’s voice interrupted your
thought processes.
“She is that,” your master replied, letting his finger sink into your sticky
centre and then withdrawing much to your disappointment, “Aren’t you, my
dear?”
“Yes, Master,” you whispered, turning your head fearfully to glance at him
sitting with his legs to one side of his chair lifting his finger towards you.
You opened your mouth and sucked at his fingers, tasting yourself on his
fingers, your own slightly acrid juices mingling with the residue of the meats.
He pushed his finger between your teeth, touching your tongue and pressing it
to the base of your mouth as his finger hover millimetres away from the back of
your throat. A little way forward and you would have to submit to that gagging
sensation, but he resisted the impulse to demonstrate his control and your
subservience. He knew you were his and had no need to play to the gallery like
other less certain dominants.
“You tenderise that warm flesh occasionally?” the other voice enquired, a
rougher hand encroaching on your body and squeezing her, slightly cruelly so
that you wanted to flinch away.
“Her budding sassiness needs chastisement, but all flowers will spread for
exploration, after the necessary preparation,” came the soft spoken response,
as a finger coated in your own saliva, corkscrewed its way gently into the
pucker of your bottom, making you sigh with delighted pleasure. ” Yes, she
needs penetrating insights occasionally, just as she needs such a treat.”