7 comments/ 21324 views/ 8 favorites Jenny Goes to Dinner By: RedDragon45 Jenny had rushed home after work that day, eager to get home and get ready. Indeed most of the day her mind had been filled with thoughts of tonight. Steve had asked her out to dinner. Asked her? Well yes but he had done it such away that she was in no doubt she was not going to refuse. She had met Steve online in mydungeonspace chat room. It had taken a while for her to get to know the polite and self deprecating man known as Snowdog. But as soon as she had started to chat privately she had immediately noticed how he subtly changed and seemed so much more commanding. It was almost imperceptible and rather than ask her for pics, tell her to use her web cam, demand her underwear sizes and then call her 'slut' and the like, he had been every inch a gentleman. He had posted her his picture and then to assure her of his authenticity had let her see him on web cam. He was about five feet nine, he said. It was hard to tell on cam, but he did look very broad built. He had explained he was a rugby player and worked as a 'bouncer' part time so had to keep in regular training. His mousy brown hair was kept short and he was clean shaven. Each time she had asked to view his cam he had been dressed in shirt and tie. Jenny was interested in the idea of submission and was looking to experiment to see what it would be like after her years of fantasising and dreaming of being bent to the will of another. Steve professed to have been a Dominant for many years. He liked 'rope work' he said and loved to make a woman submit to him do as he asked. He always said asked she noticed never told or ordered as most of the other Dominants in the chat room seemed to. Then last night he had asked her to meet him at 'Vista', a very nice restaurant in town. He had told her to wear the new red dress she had told she had got for he friends wedding last month. He had not really even waited for her answer but she found herself sending him a holiday snap she liked so he would know her. It was the first time Steve had seen her and so by this act it seemed she had indeed agreed to meet him. She did worry a little but he seemed to already know this. He told her to contact a good friend and tell her that they were meeting and where and when. She was to arrange to phone her friend when she got the restaurant at 1900 hrs then again after an hour and again at 2100 hrs when she got home. He assured her they would not leave the restaurant. So she fond herself dressing for dinner with a man she had never met, at least in the flesh, but a man she knew through the chat room. She wondered what he would be like in real life. She felt excited, he was very attractive and well built, he certainly was dominant and she wanted that so much. He seemed to be caring and most of all she thought she would really prefer to be serving him rather than going for dinner. But who knew what it might lead to in the future? So it was that a short time later she found herself, heart racing standing outside 'Vista'. Jenny took a moment to compose her self but she couldn't help feeling skittish. Part of her wanting to run and the other part needing to find out if Steve was what she thought he might be.Taking a deep breath she walked in as the door was opened from the inside for her. "Miss Jenny?" a dark suited man asked. "Why, yes. Yes I am." She could feel the blood pound in her ears and all semblance of calm for a moment was gone. "Come this way please, we have been expecting you." The man, perhaps the head waiter she thought led on into the Restaurant. It was indeed a fine place, very 1920's and she felt as though she was in a film. Chandeliers glistened and a golden light fell over the room. She followed to the rear of the establishment and the man turned to her. "May I take your coat Madam?" "Huh? Ohhhh, yeah, I mean, yes, please do." She took of her coat and duly handed it to the man. He draped it carefully over his arm and went to pull out a seat for her. The table was next to the wall which had large mirror on it. It was a few yards from tables either side and next to it and she sat down facing the rear of the room. "Excuse me?" she said. The waiter turned his eyebrows raised. "Where is ... ummm..." "You mean Mr Black Miss?" "Errr, yes I guess so." "Mr Black will be here soon Miss, but in the meantime he asked me to give you this." He took out a little box about the size of a paper back but twice as thick and place it before her on the white tablecloth. "Will that be all?" "Yes, I guess." she said thoughtfully as she picked up the box. Jenny turned the box over in her hand feeling the weight of it. It was light and she was curious about what was inside. She laid it down on the table and considered the black package with a purple ribbon tied about it. Slowly she pulled the ribbon and it fell to the table. She had now forgotten all about Steve and was engrossed. She slowly lifted the lid kind of expecting a jack in the box to leap out or something but of course no such monster was inside. Instead there was a black cell phone and another smaller box. As she was about to pick up the smaller box the cell phone rang. She pressed the talk button and lifted the phone to her ear. She now wished she hadn't worn ear rings as they got in the way. "Aloha Jenny." The words sent her heart thudding she somehow knew it was Steve. The voice was steady and low. There was a Scottish accent and it was a voice that you couldn't help but listen to, the sort of voice that had no need to shout. She was lost for words finding herself unable to reply. "I am pleased with you Jenny" the voice said. "Now we shall see how far you are prepared to go for me Jenny. Do you think you might like that?" "Yes," she stammered "I will try". It seemed like a long time before she heard herself making the sounds. She hadn't even thought about it. What was she doing? She wasn't sure but it seemed the right thing to do. "Very good Jenny." "Now Jenny, Do not open the small box yet. Would you be good enough to answer me a small question Jenny?" She could here the softness of his voice, but she heard every word clearly, they seemed to cut through her. "Errrrrr... Yes." Steve was enjoying her discomfort and the way he was making her feel vulnerable. He had grown fond of Jenny over their time on line and he had been pleased when she had sent him a photo of herself. It was just a family snap with the others in the picture carefully cut out. Steve was pleased to see that in fact the photo had not done her justice. He very much wanted Jenny to become his but she was nervous and unsure in general, very skittish you might say. He had never really broached the subject of becoming more closely acquainted but their close proximity to one an other, the same city (what were the chances of that?), gave him an opportunity he was eager to try. He just had to use his experience to push the right buttons but not to far it scared her off. He was going to use her stubbornness & curiosity to get her to take that first step or two. It was just all in the judgement. He was excited and eager to see if he was as good a judge as he believed himself to be. "Well," he thought "we are going to find out." He waited a moment to heighten the anticipation for Jenny. "Thank you Jenny. Now take your time to answer. I would respectfully like to know if you are willing to allow yourself to learn and to experience new things Jenny? Can you answer that?" "Oh, yes Steve!" she answered all to quickly. Then she thought about what she had just said, Not so much the what but more the how. She didn't realise what she was doing till she had done it. Was she really so eager? It seemed her subconscious anyway was pretty sure. Again there was silence as if Steve was considering his next words. She had time to wonder what he meant and whether she was prepared to go along with this stranger. She new what some folk in the room got up to in real life and she certainly wasn't going to be led down that route. "Excellent Jenny, I am very pleased. From now on Jenny you will address me as 'Sir'. Now are you ready for your first task for me Jenny?" This time Jenny was able to think quickly before answering in a more controlled manner. "I think so." "I mean, I think so, Sir." She now started to think what it was she was going to be asked to do and if she would be able to do it. She felt so eager to please and to feel some excitement in her life but she knew to that she was timid and frightened of what others thought. Steve had to progress slowly he thought. So it would be best to minimise her perceived risk making it easier for her to comply if that is what she indeed wished to do. "Look around Jenny, look at the faces. Do you recognise anyone around you?" Jenny looked about her, trying to see all the faces. She really already knew that there was no one here she knew. "No Sir, I don't recognise anyone Sir." Steve smiled to hear her use the title Sir so easily. "Good Jenny, now lets see how well you follow simple requests. Do you have a bra on under that red dress of yours?" "Yes Sir." "Then I would like you to go to the rest room Jenny and remove it. Tidy yourself up and return to your seat. When you return I will be waiting for you. Please do not keep me waiting Jenny." She was about to protest when the line went dead, leaving her alone one again. She looked at the phone and pressed the red off button and looked about the room. She supposed he must be here somewhere but she couldn't see him. She considered for a moment. It didn't seem like a difficult request and after all it wasn't as if she knew anyone did she. It was really easier than going to the beach in her bikini and she didn't think twice about that. "Okay" she decided "I will, but I don't need to do anything else if I don't want to." She got up taking her clutch purse and went towards the rest room. She left the phone on the table with the open box and the little unopened one. Two pairs of eyes followed her, one the waiters and one was Steve who had been watching her table unobserved from the small restaurant bar near the main door. Steve was pleased, sure it was just the first of getting Jenny to comply and soon he hoped it would be a habit for her bringing her and him unimagined pleasures. Jenny went to a cubicle and took off her bra. She was in actual fact rather disappointed because she had put on her most special underwear for this date. She wasn't sure why, she guessed that really she hoped Steve would sweep her off her feet. The rest room itself was a little chilly but it wasn't long before she was putting her bra in the clutch bag and standing in front of the mirror making sure she looked perfect once more. It was now that she realised she felt different. she could feel the soft fabric of her halter neck dress against her bosom. She felt like the fabric caressed her as she moved. Jenny felt funny thinking that but the more she tried to put it out of her mind the more she was aware of it. Walking back into the dinning room she became intensely aware of the way the fabric brushed over her nipples now. She felt them stiffen and she blushed deep red. Feeling hot she started to regret giving in to this little demand, no this request. As she walked to the table she was aware of the sway of her chest and felt the entire world was staring at her barely covered breasts and nearly aching nipples. The walk back felt so long, but of course other than a few males who looked at her as she passed and no doubt thought quick lecherous thoughts before returning to partners conversations no one really noticed. Except, that is for Jenny and, of course Steve. He waited at the table drinking in the image of Jenny, now flushed red walking back and her dress shimmying with the motion of her body. "She looks good" Steve thought. "No. she looks Delicious, good enough to eat" he said to himself and smiled at the thought. He could feel the desire, the need in him rising. He was however not going to show that. Over the years he had become most adept at controlling his excitement and looking very in charge of any given situation, in absolute control you might say. He was never in the middle of things shouting, telling people what to do. You would always see Steve Black on the margins. A quiet word here, a gesture there, an encouragement when needed. Yes Mr Black got things done but in an almost imperceptible way. He liked it like that. It wasn't always good to be the at the centre of things. He liked to be able to sit back and take the whole scene in. Much like he was doing now as he watched Jenny and the reaction she was causing. Yes Steve noticed those quick glances from the males, after all she looked spectacular in the dress with no bra. She looked confident and that was so sexy. He wondered just how confident she really felt. He suspected she didn't, it was something he would change. The real reaction was in the females. They just looked suddenly amazed by this women they had hardly noticed before. Some went to making sure partners were preoccupied so they could not look at her. Some were jealous. A few felt desire, to some a natural feeling to one or two it was a bit of a shock. As she approached the table Steve got up and went around the table to pull back the seat for Jenny. She looked at him and sat and he pushed the chair, gently in for her. When a moment later he to was siting at the table not a word had been spoken. Then he said the words which confirmed him to her as the Steve she was waiting for. "Aloha Jenny." He held out his hand. She thrust hers forward ready to shake but instead of shaking he took her hand in his and getting up he leaned over the table to kiss her hand. She blushed deep crimson now. He smiled. "The colour suits you." "Thank you."...."Sir." He chuckled "You look good enough to eat Jenny, but we have to see how willing you are to learn. I commend you for succeeding with such stunning results with my first request. Let see how you get on with my next request." He paused to see her reaction. She remained impassive but he saw her pupils dilate and she could not hide the deep rise and fall of her chest, especially not now the dress clung to her form so well. Her eyes watched his and he felt that there was something happening between them and she knew it also. "Jenny, I would be pleased if you would remove your underwear for me." She stayed still for a moment. "What the hell." she thought. She didn't dare say it she already felt she wanted to please him. "I could of course refuse." she thought, "I could just walk out but he didn't order me, did he? He asked me. what harm would it do?" She started to rise to get up but Steve caught her hand. "I didn't ask you to go to the rest room Jenny." "But you can't mean here?" "First Jenny my title is Sir, please use it. It would make me happy. Secondly I do mean here and I mean now Jenny." She could see in his face he did mean it. He looked stern and he gave the Jenny the impression this was a crucial point in their encounter. "Perhaps I was wrong Jenny, perhaps you are not as eager to please as I thought." As Steve spoke she felt a switch throw inside her. She knew he was going to leave if she did not take action. Immediate action. Steve carried on "I am sorry to have troubled you Jenny. I will excuse myself..." He was about to tell her dinner was on him and tell her he would remain a friend but she started to move. She arranged the table cloth and her hands worked under it. Steve took pleasure in seeing her determination written on her face. He knew, for Jenny, this was a pushing of her perceived boundaries. It was just what he had hoped for, he had been right after all. She looked uncomfortable as she tried to pull her dress up enough to allow her access to her matching thong to allow her to get it to slip down over her hips. She did her best not to draw attention and surprisingly only a few did wonder what she was up to. Once her thong was past her hips it was pretty easy but she hurried as they slipped down to her knees. Jenny then sorted her dress again before allowing them to slip down to her ankles and lifting her feet out of them. She felt fired up and without hesitation she bent down and picked them up. She bundled them up into her hand and held them there. She was sure one of the other diners had seen by the expression on his face but he seemed to be the only one. She felt triumphant and lifted her lowered head to look at Steve. He smiled and she glowed bright scarlet the flush extending down to her chest he observed. He waved to one of the waiters. "Yes Mr Black, may I help you?" "The lady has something to give you John." She swallowed. "What!" she thought. "Go ahead Jenny it is okay." Shyly she held out her hand with the garment concealed within. John held his hand as she placed it in his hand. "Jenny, please look up." Steve said. She did as she was bid. "Would you like me to dispose of them Sir." "Thank you John. I would appreciate that." "A pleasure Sir." And with that he turned and returned to the kitchens the underwear clenched in his fist. Silence fell between them. Jenny wondered why she had done that, but really she knew. She waited for Steve to speak, she felt hot and breathless like she was in a stifling jungle. She wanted to run but her heart was beating so fast, her mind swirled and she waited. After a few moments, that seemed liked hours to Jenny, Steve spoke. "How do you feel Jenny?" He didn't ask so much for his own curiosity but because he wanted Jenny to be aware of what was happening and he wanted her to be conscious of the feelings she was going through. "Well Ste... Sir, I feel; a little scared. I feel excited in anticipation of something, but I don't know what." "Excellent Jenny, now I would like you to sit up straight for me," she immediately did so as he spoke, she had been leaning on the table, "place your hands on the table and lower your beautiful eyes for me please." She placed her hands on the table as requested, the open packaging and the smaller box between them, then she let her eyes fall whilst keeping her head up. "I am pleased so far Jenny, Now tell me how does it feel to be naked under your dress at my request?" "It feels exciting Sir, I feel excited and I feel very aware that I have no underwear on." She continued to look down as requested and Steve noted this, it was a difficult thing to do when talking to someone. "Jenny, I would like you to relax as much as you can and listen to my voice. Block out the other sounds as I talk to you. Now take a long deep breath please." He watched as her chest filled as she did as she was asked. He noticed with relish her erect nipples gliding gently under her red silky dress as she breathed in. "Then slowly let it out Jenny." He asked her two more times to take a deep breath and slowly let it out. He wanted her to be relaxed and to be able to listen to hear him clearly. Then he asked her to relax. Starting with her head, asking her to release any tension there and then worked through her body, till he was happy she was a relaxed as circumstance would allow. "This time Jenny I want you to concentrate on how it feels to have the fabric of your dress caress your nipples as you breath in deeply." He waited as she continued to breath. He thought he say her lowered eyes close for a moment but he cold not be sure. "I would like you, for a moment, to be only aware of this sensation and how stimulating the soft caress feels." He enjoyed watching her. He glanced about to make they were not attracting too much attention. It seemed to him that her nipples were stiffening more but that was perhaps just wishful thinking. "Now Jenny, I want you to think and feel how this is affecting you. Perhaps you feel excited, turned on. Perhaps you can feel your tummy flutter. Of course it would be unthinkable to find yourself turned on by this Jenny. You must resist the sensations if you feel them. Deny the the warm sensation in your groin. Do not think about the way it feels when you press your thighs together Jenny. Please press your thighs together Jenny so you know what it is you should not think about." Steve knew well that the mere act of asking someone not to do something would in fact be more likely to make it an irresistible thing to do. He enjoyed the idea that Jenny was struggling with herself. Jenny Goes to Dinner Jenny was finding this tough, she felt as though she was in a room on her own. It was like being hypnotised but she had her eyes open, though they were unfocused and she felt warm and very relaxed. Her nipples ached now, she wanted to touch them so bad and she couldn't help but keep contracting her pelvic muscles. It was as if she was caressing herself just by contracting her pelvic floor. It was all at once odd but nice and the more she tried to stop it the more she felt compelled to continue. She felt her eyes closing. Then she felt Steve's hand on hers and she opened her eyes and felt herself jump. Brought back to awareness she could feel herself tingling all over. She felt alive and vibrant. Jenny noticed how horny she felt to. No other way to put it she just felt so... sexy. She had never felt such a need before. She momentarily wondered how she had turned from a hesitant, nervous girl, likely to run at the first chance to feeling like a woman who would do anything, yes, she thought, do anything for Sir. "Now Jenny, please take the package to the rest room. Open it there. You will know what I would like you to do." He smiled gently at her. Almost dazed she picked up the box. It was the smaller of the two, black with a purple ribbon and about four inches square. She picked it up, it had a little weight to it bit it was not heavy at all. Then rising to her feet she was about to go when she said "Thank you Sir." Turning she made her way, a little unsteadily to the restroom. She nearly stumbled in to the rest room. Glad there was no one else there she looked down at the box she held in her hand. She leaned back against the door, suddenly exhausted, her heart beating and wondering what the hell she was doing. After a moment she gathered herself and took a deep breath and went over to the wash basins. She stared at herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognise herself. She looked... almost radiant, a blush over her and how provocative she thought she looked with no underwear on under her lovely silky halter neck dress. She laid the box down next to the basin and pulled the purple ribbon. It slipped off allowing her to take off the lid of the box and see inside. There on a pillow of purple velvet lay two small golden eggs. At least that is what they looked like. They were smooth and when held Jenny could feel there was a separate weight inside that slid about as she turned each 'egg' in her hand. She looked in the box but could find nothing else. She knew what they were but had never actually seen them or held them before. They were 'love eggs' of some sort. 'Well,' she thought, "lets get this done." Jenny didn't even have to think about whether or not she was going to use them. She went to a stall and sitting down lifted her dress. She knew she was wet enough to insert the eggs. It was a long time since she had been so turned on. She thought about caressing herself but didn't want to keep Sir waiting. She inserted the eggs and then she realised the problem would be keeping them in. As she walked she could feel them slip and move within her and she was fearful they would drop out on the floor. She had to squeeze her thighs together hard to feel any security at all and doing so seemed to make them slide against each other. She found herself concentrating on keeping them in and being fully aware of the sensations in her groin. It was with some concealed amusement that Steve observed Jenny return. She was valiantly trying to remain composed but seemed almost as unsteady on her feet as she had been when she left. Her face though was a study in concentration. She sat down and looked relieved as she settled in her seat. Looking up at Steve she sat upright and lowered her eyes. "Well done Jenny, you are eager to please me. Now where is John?" Steve looked up and immediately saw John and caught his eye. He walked across the room with a knowing smirk on his face. "Yes Sir, may I help?" "Yes John, we are ready to order." Jenny listened as Steve ordered. He, of course, ordered for them both. He didn't use the menu so evidently had been here before many times. She wondered how many others he had brought here and the thought made her feel like a plaything. It was not an unpleasant feeling she noted, not at all what she had expected. Just as John was about to leave the table Steve stopped him and asked him to prepare the private table for them. John nodded and said "Just as Sir wishes" and left them. "Now Jenny, I have a private room prepared for us so we can be... a little more intimate if we desire. I would love you to wait for me there." He pointed at a door some thirty feet away. "Please go to the room now Jenny and wait for me." She immediately responded by starting to rise, still so conscious of the gift that Steve had given her. So aware of it that indeed the novelty and humiliation of having on no underwear and the fact John new it didn't even register any more. Again concentrating hard she moved as elegantly as she was able towards the door. Again the eggs did a little dance inside her and she was starting to feel the need to touch herself. As she walked, Steve watched, then drew out a little black remote control the size of a key fob. As she got to the door he pressed one of the buttons on the remote and Jenny almost instantly froze her hand on the door knob. Her mind reeled for a moment as the eggs started to very gently vibrate within her. She felt weak for a moment as she steadied herself against the door. She tried to compose herself and after a moment proceeded through the door. As she did so the vibrations stopped and all she had to deal with was the involuntary movement of the shiny gold invaders themselves. Inside the door she looked for somewhere to sit and made her way to the round table in the middle of the small room and took a seat quickly. What a relief to be able to relax and she could look about the room. Jenny wanted desperately wanted to touch herself but she didn't. Instead she took the time to look about to distract herself. The room was about twenty feet by twenty feet, a square. It was decorated the same as the main restaurant. The round table she was sitting at was about six feet in diameter with a black cotton table cloth. There was nothing else on the table. She heard the door open and in came Steve. He closed the door and came and stood behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder at him as he approached her. He smiled at her and she weakly smiled back. "Please face the front Jenny." She did as she was asked and she heard the rustle of cloth as she suddenly felt a piece of cloth being placed over her eyes. Her first instinct was to put her hands up but she caught herself doing it and forced herself to put them back down by her sides. The blindfold felt like it was velvet and she allowed her eyes to close as the felt herself become even more vulnerable. "Please stand up Jenny." she heard Sir's quite voice ask. How did he make that request always sound like a demand? She stood and kept her thighs close as the eggs trembled inside her still. Steve pulled the chair away and then pushed the table away from her a few feet, the legs scraping across the tiled floor. "Would you care to turn around Jenny?" Again she wondered how a simple question could sound so much like an order as she turned. Blindfolded she wasn't sure she had turned okay, especially as she tried to keep her thighs and bottom clenched and her heels were a little high for her (she normally wore flat shoes). Steve looked at her, she did indeed look wonderful. Her silky red dress now clung to her figure and she trembled ever so slightly as she stood there in her red heels. He was amused to notice her standing with her thighs close and her buttocks so obviously clenched. He wondered how hard it was to keep the little present he had given her in place. It appeared to be giving her a little something to think about but her nipples were still beautifully erect under her halter neck. She felt the silence acutely and waited for what was to come next. Steve stood behind her. She could feel his presence almost as though the heat of his body warmed her. As he stood close she found herself leaning back, ever so slightly until she could feel Sir against her back. She shivered as she felt his face lower to her ear. She felt the hairs on her neck rise as she smelt his aftershave and as he spoke she feel his breath. "Please take my hands in yours Jenny." She let her hands reach back slightly and Steve let her hands rest on his. He placed his hands so that Jenny's palms were on the pack of his, cupping his hands in hers. "Now Jenny show me how to touch you, teach me If you will." She shuddered at his words. Teach him? How she wondered. Taking a moment she took a deep breath and lifted his and to her and folded her hands, and so his, across her chest. pressing his palms to her breasts. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm hands through her dress. Just having his hands in hers was a wonderful feeling and made her melt. She nearly forgot the little eggs sitting inside her and as she relaxed in his embrace she suddenly was brought back as she felt them slip a little and had to tense her pelvic floor to keep them lodged there. Finding that she needed to concentrate to keep the eggs in place certainly focused her concentration and she used Sir's hand to massage her bust. Not too hard but just so she felt her lust and desire rising within her even more but she couldn't give into it and let it wash over her, the eggs made sure of that and that made her more frustrated and feel the need to lose herself. She guided one of Sirs hands down over her stomach and to her waist and then bending over up under the hem of her red cocktail dress. Her calves were aching in her red heels but the touch of Sirs warm hands on the flesh of her lower thigh sent jolts of electricity through her. She was starting to feel as if it was all too much as she guided his hand towards her mound. Then he was cupping her pussy. Her soft trimmed hair in his palm. She could feel herself trying to grind into his hand but he held it softly and she could find no relief. Steve nuzzled her neck, and he kissed her there as he felt her chest through her thin dress against his palms. Her hands were hot and she was breathing deeply her chest pressing against his hands and the swell of her rigid nipples plainly felt felt by him. He could feel himself hard and straining against his trousers and he made himself remain in control with her. Bringing himself back to his senses he made sure his pelvis was far enough away from her cute ass so she would not realise how turned on he really was. As his hand slid under her dress he bent over with her slightly and then he could feel the soft hair of her pussy against his hand. "I will take care of that Jenny." She isn't sure what he means and for the moment doesn't really care. "Let my hands go Jenny and stand up straight please". Reluctantly she lets Sirs hands drop and she feels her dress slip down again. She opens her eyes only to realise she is blindfolded. She had forgotten as she closed her eyes at the feel of Sirs hands. She can feel the heat of Sir leave her and hears him walk in front of her the dining table still behind her she is sure. "What next?" she wonders. Then quickly tenses her muscles to stop those eggs from dislodging. "How do you feel Jenny?" Her mind reels a little and then she speaks, "I feel excited Sir." "I see, and this is how you usual act Jenny?" Suddenly she is filled with the realisation. She never acts like this. She feels so wanton and she feels humiliation to have it pointed out to her in such a disarming way. Steve is amused to see her blush bright red yet again and watches as her her face betrays the way she feels. "OH! No Sir. I have never done this before. Honestly I never have." She paused for a moment and then added "Sir." "So you just act like this with me Jenny?" She couldn't think of how to answer him, so she stayed silent. Then she heard a click and almost instantly a light hum and the eggs started to vibrate against each other making stoop over just a little. "Would you like to answer Jenny?" "I am sorry Sir... I... ahhhh... don't know what to say." Steve enjoyed watching her like this. Seeing her discomfort being her pleasure. Her inability to be able to feel the pleasure. He clicked the remote again. The humming intensified and Jenny's hands moved to her crotch, pressing there as she tried to remain standing. "You can of course go at any time Jenny, You can just walk out and leave." She was pressing her lips together now and trying not to make a noise. "Aghhh.... Yes Sir." He clicked the remote again and she tensed expecting the vibrations to increase once more. The humming reduced to it's original lower pitch and she found in a few seconds she was able to compose herself a little again. "Please sit on the table Jenny." She took a step back and then falteringly another till she felt the edge of table against the over swell of her buttocks. Then she perched herself on the edge of table. She could feel the table cloth brushing on the back of her ankles and the back of her shoes slipped from her heels and suspended there. "Please hold your hands in front of you Jenny". His voice sent a shiver down her spine now every time he spoke. It was almost as unbearable as the soft vibrating of the eggs. It made the hair on her body tingle somehow. "Palms together." She felt him slip a rope about her hands but she held them steady. She found that now her eyes were blinded she could feel much more keenly. The rope gentle abraded her skin as he moved it and she could feel his fingers work on what felt like a soft cotton against her skin. Her hands were bound tight but not pinching. "Now lay back Jenny your arms above your head if you please." She lay back feeling her tummy muscles tense as she performed the reverse sit up. Then she felt the table against her back and she relaxed for the first time since she got in the room. On her back the eggs were more secure. Steve set about lifting her slightly more on the table so her body was centred and her knees flexed down over the side. Then Taking the white cotton rope he had neatly bound her wrists with he proceeded to tie her hands stretched over her head to a leg of the table. He took a moment to take the picture in. She was laying there the red of her dress and her pale skin contrasted with the black table cloth and the white cotton rope stood out shining white against it to. She lay there almost peacefully the velvet blindfold in place and the gentle hum of those eggs barely reaching his ears. Steve drew himself from his trance and made short work of securing Jenny's legs to the table legs with the same sort of white rope he had restrained her wrists with. Jenny could only lie and listen, pliable in his hands. But as she could not help but start to relax to the gentle throbbing inside her and the sound of the gentle humming. She knew Sir was now watching but the fact he was almost made her want to start to writhe and squirm in pleasure. She discovered all to suddenly she was trying to lure him to her. She wanted to feel his hands on her. She strained at the ropes holding her ankles to squeeze her thighs and tried to move them against each other to add to the eggs massaging inside her. As she begged by her actions she came to realise she wanted to be his like nothing she had ever experienced before. She wasn't quite sure what had happened but here she was, on this table, silently begging this stranger to do unspeakable things to her. What sort of woman was she becoming? Quite honestly, she didn't care. All she knew was she needed something, she needed it unbearably badly and she was prepared to do anything? Yes anything at this moment to ease this torture. As these thoughts went whirling through her head she momentarily forgot about Sir. She was suddenly brought back to reality as she felt fingers gently circling her nipples through her dress. Her chest was heaving but the touch of Sir was so gentle, maddening almost. What she wanted was to feel his hands treat her roughly, passionately but instead he teased her more. She wanted to tell him she wanted to tell him to fuck her but she couldn't, she needed to tell him to fuck her hard but other than her groans of frustration, nothing came out. Steve could see her mouthing words as she squirmed, he knew what she wanted. But he knew to, that this was something he wanted to keep for good but he knew he wasn't going to make it easy for her. He picked up and ice cube from an ice bucket set beside the table with a bottle of champagne in it. Gently he manoeuvred the ice cube close to Jenny's now erect nipple and then to the sound of the intake of her breath and the jerk her perspiration bathed body he started to work the ice onto her dress over her nipples. First one then the other. As Steve stood beside her he let his free hand stray to the hem of her red silky dress. Inch buy inch he let his warm hand slid slowly up the inside of her silky thigh. He could feel her muscles tight as she trained to rub her thighs together. The ice melted and there were now two damp cold spots on the bodice of her red dress and there her nipples swelled, Steve could see their wonderful silhouette as he looked down on her. The ice was melting now in his hand. Under the graceful fingers of his other hand he could feel goosebumps on the inside of Jenny's thigh. Jenny felt cold and hot at the same time. Her nipples now ached and she wanted more than anything to be able to roll them and squeeze them between her fingers. No, between Sir's. She strained at those damned eggs. She felt she wanted to rub herself, needed to. Like an itch she was going crazy needing relief from this... this torture. She would do anything. As she squirmed she felt his hand, so warm in contrast slowly making it's way. "Fuck! Why wasn't he moving faster? Didn't he understand?" But she knew he did, she knew he was absolutely in control of her, her body and her relief from this, this frustration like no other she had ever felt. At last he let his hand cup her pubic mound, moulding his hand to her. The heel of his hand on hair and his fingers curled down light pressing against her engorged and swollen lips. He could feel her wetness, soaking his hand, smothered through her fine hair. He decided he would attend to that shortly. She was pushing herself up into his hand now trying to feel some pressure from him but kept the touch light. Then he applied downwards pressure as she pressed up and he felt the gentle vibrations of the eggs. Then he laid the remnants of the ice cube down to melt on the table cloth and slipped his hand in his pocket. "Click, Click, Click" She felt so good to feel the pressure of his and against her and she wanted his finger inside her, violating her. In the split moment she imagined herself lewdly opening her thighs and his fingers savagely rubbing her pussy and bringing that much need relief. But then she heard the first click. The eggs didn't stop but increased the intensity of vibration, then again and "OH God" again! In just a second the eggs were now vibrating intensely and hitting off each other with and incredible frequency. Sirs hand pressed down with a calculated pressure and his finger just fell between her sopping wet lips. Now she felt the heel of his hand pressing down as the eggs vibrated of each other and the just under the heel of his hand it felt. She convulsed as the eggs vibrated inconsistently on what she assumed must be her G Spot. Then she felt herself lose whatever tatters of self control she had left. Almost as soon as she had let herself go and submitted to the feelings and sensations she was going through there was a click and there was silence and no vibrations. Just Sir's hand applying pressure to her pussy. She tried to raise her head but felt week and then remembered she was blindfolded. She felt a feeling of disappointment, literally an anticlimax. She strained at the ropes and wondered what was coming next? Jenny Goes to Dinner She heard noises and was somehow aware that Sir was standing between her legs. She breathed heavily, partly from being brought to very edge of climax and partly because she was feeling anxious about what was next. Steve was standing between her legs. Behind him he had a trolley with a white towel covering what was laid upon it. Carefully he took the hem of her red dress which was now up bunched up around her waist and just covering her thinly haired pussy and he lifted it clear. Right up to her navel exposing her pussy and lower stomach. He marvelled at the tenseness of her stomach and the fluttering he could see. He smiled as he thought of butterflies in the stomach. "You will want to stay as still as possible now Jenny. One slip and I might accidentally cut you." "What the fuck!" Is all hat went through her mind. The bonds strained as she tried them to see if they held. They did. "Please Sir?" she heard herself plead. Then she heard a buzzing but it wasn't the eggs. "Oh god! I have to trust him, Sir. I want to trust Sir" she thought, but she found she was covered almost instantly in a fine sheen of perspiration. then she visibly stiffened in her bonds as Steve applied clippers to her soft sparse hair. Expertly trimming it to only a few millimetres in a few seconds. He wondered how she felt and what was going through her mind. Steve was enjoying Jenny's obvious discomfort as he soaped the old fashioned shaving brush. Then he found himself becoming harder (if that was possible) as he applied the warm soapy brush to Jenny's mound. She took a sharp breath n as the soft brush was applied for the first time and she felt the soap being lathered around her pussy. He teased her lips with the brush but it was really too soft to be much effect and he quickly laid it down. He took up an old fashioned cut throat razor and using a leather strop he sharpened it so that Jenny could hear. He heard her whimper once again "Please Sir" pleading for him to stop. He chuckled. Said with a different tone it would be asking him to do it but she was nervous all right. He wondered if she would stop him. He put down the cut-throat and picked up a four bladed Gillette razor. The old ones were not nearly as sharp as modern razors or as easy to wield in delicate parts. It had served its purpose to make Jenny have certain expectations in her head. She would learn that he owned her body mind and soul and he would use her as he wished. Again she took a deep breath in as he started to shave her and let it out as she felt the razor smooth and efficient. Steve wondered to himself is she realised he had not used the cut throat. Once the hair had been totally removed he dried her off with a towel and as he turned he heard something that made him nearly gasp himself. "Thank you Master." He turned and smiled and then drizzled some warm fragrant oil on her mound and massaged it in softly. Of course he allowed himself to enjoy her now naked mound and the oil drizzled between her lips and he used a finer to work it in and brought her part way to climax again. After some 10 minutes of having her pussy massaged and Sir's fingers inside her Jenny had relaxed somewhat. then all to soon the dreamy state was over and she felt alert listening for what he had next for her. She heard the ice bucket again and started to brace herself against the frozen cubes. Steve took from the trolley a black stocking. He place an ice cube inside it and tied a knot into it holding the cube there. He did the same with another and then another so that there were three cubes in the end of the stocking, each separated by a knot and each close together in the foot of the stocking. He then turned his attention to Jenny and he slipped a finger inside her sodden pussy and after some difficulty he had slipped the eggs out and placed them on the table. Jenny was glad to be rid of the fingers trying to remove the eggs, without gravity is was a little awkward but soon it was done. Then her belly tightened as she realised that meant something else was likely to happen. Steve took the stocking and place the first ice cube at the lips of her pussy. He relished the intake of breath and the tensing of her body and he slipped the stocking and the ice cubes inside her, slowly and purposefully. Her breathing became short and urgent her chest rising and falling fast and he stood back and watched his property quivering on the table. As he stood there he watched Jenny. Her shallow quick breathing as the cold with in her took hold. The rise and fall of her rib cage and flutter of her tummy under the thin red material of her dress, he found so exquisite. He wished he could take pictures. He took a breath and then he spoke in a soft clear voice that made Jenny melt inside. "Jenny, I want you to listen to me." "How can I she thought." as she felt the ice starting to melt inside her and start to trickle out of her pussy. She wanted desperately to close her thighs but they were held open. For a short moment she imagined how she looked tied to the table by her limbs, no underwear under her dress which is hitched up around her waist exposing her pussy and out of that now bald pussy a stocking top trailing. But almost instantly she was brought back as heard Sir talk again. "At any time you can ask me to stop." As he said this to Jenny he pulled back the cloth on the trolley to reveal and steel bowl filled with steaming water. He plunged his hand in to hot water and grasped something and pulled it from the water. "I will stop Jenny, I will cut your bonds," he grasped the glass dildo in his hand. It was hot to the touch. Not scalding but it was only just bearable to hold it continuously. "I will leave this room and you will never see me again Jenny." He lifted the trailing end of the stocking up over her mound and he got ready to slip the smooth, hot dildo in under the rapidly melting cubes. "You will be free to go." As he said that he slid the dildo inside her. She caught her breath as it slid under each of the remnants of the ice cubes and she gritted her teeth as she started to feel her pussy glow with the heat. She felt the cold water seem to gush out of her now and between her excitement and the water she was a sodden mass down there. The tablecloth under her lower thighs was sodden now with the icy water that was oozing out of her pussy. As she felt the water now trickle out of her pussy she heard Sir speak once more. "Now if you decide to keep quiet and do exactly as you are told Jenny, I will accept you as my property. You will be mine, owned by me and mine to do with as I please. You do not have long Jenny to decide what you will do." As he said this he started to work the hot phallus in and out of her pussy. She felt her hips gyrating with the invading glass object. "What did Sir mean, I will accept you as my property?" she thought. She gritted her teeth as the hot glass easily slid into her pussy once more and she thought "He already does own me." Then she let herself be absorbed into the experience, not concentrating any more. She was now humping the dido needing release from the pent up feeling wanting to escape from within her. She felt she was about to go over the edge when she felt Sir's finger on her clit rubbing gently. She gasped. Her eyes opened under the blindfold as she felt her clit starting to tingle and then to burn. It felt like and incredible hot itch like a nettle sting and it was right on her clit. She needed to have the irritation relieved but his pressure was removed. Steve smiled as he rubbed the toothpaste on her clit. He knew it would drive her wild needing the irritation relieved. Almost immediately she was fucking the dildo as best she could in her bonds, vainly trying to get the dildo to rub her clit. It wasn't long before Steve could feel and sense Jenny was nearly at climax and he prepared. He knew the paste was driving her clit mad and she was fucking the dildo as hard as she could. All the time Steve was whispering to her and now he was telling her to cum for him. All Jenny could hear was Sir telling her to cum and she felt her orgasm overtake her. She screamed with the force as she was overwhelmed by the feelings and as she felt it hit her with full force she could feel the dildo plunged inside her as the stocking was removed. Sir was drawing it upward along her clit and it felt so good to have that itch relieved. Then as she panted she felt the knot rubbing over her clit and she screamed again. then a moment later again and then once more as the last knot passed over her throbbing clit now empty of the melted ice. The dildo was then left inside her as all went quiet and she collapsed back down on the table, totally spent. Steve cut her bonds and she felt the tension on her limbs relieved and she felt something on her pussy. Then the door opened and closed. She lay there for a few moments which felt like forever. then slowly she sat on and pushed the blindfold up and off her. Her eyes squinted in the light and she pulled the rope fro her wrists. Looking down she saw Sir had placed a card on her now bald pussy. "Oh god it looked so different. It is a mark of Sir" she thought. She gently slipped the dildo out of herself easily. Then as she pulled down the water stained dress over her thighs she thought "No, not Sir but Master." She smiled to herself. She gingerly got down off the table and the white cotton rope fell from her ankles. It was a short time later after she had cleaned up with a towel and water on a trolley by the table, with her coat covering her state of dishevelment, John called her a taxi. As she waited, shakily for it to draw up to the curb she looked at the card in her hand as her heart still beat viciously in her chest. On the card she read: Jenny, follow the instructions I will text you tomorrow on your phone. Do not disappoint me. You are now mine. She felt her heart leap and she got into the taxi.