7 comments/ 27627 views/ 8 favorites Master's Favorite Restaurant By: girlowned (I would like to say thank you to my wonderful editor, DaddyDionysius. Your expertise helped make this a story I am proud to show off. If you are looking for a plot or a getting to know your characters story, this is not the story for you. This is a BDSM scene about a night out at a restaurant. Enjoy!) Master's Favorite Restaurant I moaned loudly, glad for the gag now, helping to prevent other diners from hearing me. Richard started pumping the cucumber faster, pushing it against the back of my pussy even harder. My moans started turning to groans of pain, my lower lips burning slightly from being stretched so wide, my insides feeling like Richard was trying to push the cucumber out the other side. Just before the pain became unbearable, Master leaned over me, pinching my clit between his fingers, rolling and pulling on the sensitive nub. My hips raised from the bench as pleasure surfaced again. Richard, taking this as a good sign, started furiously pumping my pussy. The combination of the pain of the cucumber and the pleasure of Master's fingers working my clit sent me over the edge. I screamed as my orgasm released, my whole body bowing with its strength. My body slowly settled back on the bench, quivering and twitching as little aftershocks moved through me. My breathing was even heavier because I couldn't swallow around the cloth gag in my mouth. As Master reached to untie it, Richard slid the cucumber from my swollen pussy. My sigh of relief was short lived as Richard said, "Now, that is one gaping pussy." He immediately stuck four fingers inside me with no resistance at all. I could feel my muscles starting to go back into place around his invading fingers and started squirming. Richard laughed. "Don't worry girl, I just couldn't resist seeing how easy my fingers would go in there." He pulled them out, hooking them so he could bring some of my juices out. He licked one of his fingers and smiled. "Very tasty, now clean my fingers." I leaned up on my elbows and sucked each finger clean. When I finished, Master handed me his napkin that he wet with ice water. I took it gratefully and wiped my hot face, moving it over my chest to cool off before finally going between my legs to clean up some of that mess. Master helped me sit up, then leaned over and gave me a long deep kiss. Pulling back, he smiled and wiped a few strands of hair from my face, then picked up my wine and offered it to me. I took it with both hands, my body still shaking too much to hold it in one, and drank most of it down in one go. When I leaned forward to set the glass down, my nipple chain caught between my body and the edge of the table. I winced in pain, hissing breath between my teeth. With all that I had been feeling, I had forgotten the clamps. But boy, did I remember them when all the other sensations stopped. I looked imploringly at Master. He laughed loudly, leaning over and pushing me back against the seat gently. I thought he was going to grasp the clamps to take them off, instead he gripped the chain and gave it one good yank. I cried out with the pain, much louder than I should have, but unable to stop myself as the clamps slid off the end of my nipples. I turned bright red, knowing other diners had to have heard me. In a much quieter voice, I said, "Oww, Master, owwww. That hurt." Master laughed. "I know dear, that was the point. I just bet you are dying to reach up and rub those sore little nipples, aren't you?" I squirmed. "Yes, Master. May i, please?" Master paused for a minute as his smile widened. "Go ahead, girl, but don't cover the tips." I reached up with both hands, one on each breast, being careful to make my nipples go between my fingers so they peaked out, then started rubbing. Whimpers and sighs escaping my lips as I rubbed the feeling back into my very sore flesh. Master's Favorite Restaurant "Mmmm, very tasty. Good job. Now, lie back down so I can fix a shot for your Master." He continued talking as he prepared me. "You will do the same thing for your Master, but you will not release any liquid until you feel his mouth touch you. As you feel his mouth close over your hole, stop clenching and let it come out on its own." "Yes, Sir." Though I readily agreed, I was quite trepidatious, not wanting to spill any liquid on my Master. I smiled sheepishly at Master as I got into position. I looked up to grip the back of the booth seat and froze. There was a man in the next booth staring directly into my face! Oh my god, he's staring at me. i can't do this with him staring at me. Thank god he can't see below the top of my shoulders. Just as my eyes traveled down, seeing another man laying on the cushion with his face in the first man's lap, I felt Master's lips close over me. I shuddered and relaxed my muscles, letting the liquid flow freely as I watched the second man's head bob up and down. I must have stood there too long because I felt a firm bite against my lips; jumping slightly, I pushed back from the cushion to look into Master's face. "Wonderful, girl. I see you have found something else to occupy you, though." He laughed and squeezed my butt cheeks. I turned bright red, moving back to lay down as Master indicated. "What did you find so interesting, girl?" I shook my head slightly, then stopped. "i...uh, two men are sitting there, Master. It was a bit of a shock." "Just sitting there, girl? That grabbed your attention so fully?" "Well, uh...no, Master." My voice got a bit quieter, "One was giving the other one head." "And did you enjoy that, girl?" I blushed brightly. "It was a bit distracting, Master. i'm just glad i didn't spill the vodka before you were ready." Both men laughed as Master filled me again. I guess I had expected us to be alone at the back of the restaurant, but I was wrong. I couldn't help wondering how long they had been there, or what they heard. Richard pulled me from my thoughts, "This time you will hold the shot until I tell you to. You will not let any liquid come out until you hear my command, release. Do you understand, girl?" "Yes, Sir." I was relieved that there was only a slight squeak in my voice. I stood, straddling Richard's lap again, clenching as tightly as possible. I shuddered as I felt his tongue run along the slit between my lips, but managed to hold the liquid inside. He started delving his tongue between them, opening my lips and teasing my clenched hole. I grew very nervous as I felt him pushing harder against my opening, trying to make his tongue go inside. I could not stop some of the liquid from coming out as his tongue finally slipped in. I bit my lip and would have jumped back if he had not grabbed my butt, holding me there. I was powerless to stop the flow as his tongue pushed further inside me. My only consolation was that I could hear the vodka running into his mouth. Richard used the hands on my butt to pull my body from his mouth. I looked down at him with a very chagrined look on my face. My voice trembled slightly, "i...i'm so sorry, Sir." "No need to be sorry, girl. It was only a test. Bend down here and give me a kiss." I bent down to comply, my movements a bit jerky as I was still upset with myself for not accomplishing my task. As Richard kissed me deeply, I suddenly felt something very cold pressing against my butt hole. The pressure was firm, until what could only have been a piece of ice pushed inside; quickly followed by another. "That is your punishment, girl. Do not let a drop of water spill from your ass," Master said, as Richard released me, guiding me back to the cushion. Master knew how much failing at any task affected me. He also knew that I would find it a bit easier to get over if some punishment was invoked, no matter what that punishment was. I loved that Master understood my distress without me having to say a word, and did what he thought best to try to help me. "How are you feeling, girl?" I heard the concern in Richard's voice. I figured he thought the alcohol was getting to me, not understanding what was really wrong. I hurried to reassure him, "i am doing fine, Sir. i feel the effect of the alcohol, but not too much." "That is good. You have done three so far, do you think you can handle three more?" "Yes, Sir. i believe i can." "All right, this next one is for your Master." He picked up the funnel and worked it inside me, using the fingers of his other hand to rub my clit. "Your challenge, this time, is to hold the liquid inside while attention is being given to your clit." My heart started pounding harder with his words. If i couldn't hold it inside when Richard's tongue was working my opening, how was i supposed to do it with Master's mouth on my clit? There's just no way. I whimpered slightly, looking at Master. "Yes, girl, what is it?" "Master, may we please put something under me in case i can't hold it in?" I always hated to ask for concessions, but felt it was warranted in this case. Master looked thoughtful for a moment, contemplating. "No dear, we can't. I believe you can do this. And if you can't, what's a little vodka going to do to my shirt? Besides, you know the consequences." He reached over and grabbed the fat stump of the carrot with the leaves still attached. I couldn't help but squirm, both from Master's words, and the feel of the cold vodka pouring inside me again. When Richard was finished, I straddled Master's thighs. At least i have the show in the other booth to help keep my mind occupied. Or so I thought, until I looked over. Both men were now sitting up in the booth, sipping their drinks and watching me. I let out a little gasp as Master's tongue touched my clit lightly. I don't know if it was the noise, or my facial expression, but the men raised their glasses in salute. Master sucked my clit between his warm lips, causing me to clench my jaws and pussy muscles simultaneously. As Master continued sucking, I watched the first man reach over and run his hand over the bulge in his partner's pants. His partner closed his eyes and sighed with the contact, just as I moaned loudly with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to draw pain that I could focus on, but not take my mind away from clenching my muscles. I could feel the fatigue in my muscles. Even with all of the PC exercises Master had given me lately, I hadn't used them this hard. Master's tongue and lips were driving me crazy. He would take turns licking my swollen bud, then sucking it in and out between his lips. All the while, I watched as the first man freed his partner's cock and stroked it firmly. I whimpered when Master started sucking my clit really hard, amazed I was still able to hold the alcohol inside. But then he flicked his tongue across my clit several times while he was still sucking, causing me to cry out and jerk. Master stopped abruptly, I moved to look down at him. My mouth fell open when I saw the single drop of clear liquid on his chin. "What is this on my chin, girl?" I opened my mouth and closed it again. I knew he knew what it was, and was trying to figure out how best to answer. I looked him straight in the eyes. "i am sorry, my Master. i failed my challenge." I couldn't stop myself from looking away in shame. Master reached up with his hand that was holding the carrot stump, laid it lightly against the outside of my left breast, and began tracing it slowly down my side. He knew how much of a challenge this would be because of how ticklish I was, but I held my stance and muscles tightly as the carrot moved ever so slowly over my skin. He stopped when he reached my hip. I let out a breath of relief just as Master moved, gripping my butt cheeks as he leaned forward. Pressing his mouth tightly against my hole, he pushed the stump into my butt in one quick motion. The pain and surprise caused my muscles to release, the liquid gushed into Master's mouth. While Master sucked the liquid from my pussy, I could hear Richard let out a moan of appreciation. "That was very hot, Joe. I love the tail effect of the carrot, too." Master finished off with a loud smacking of his lips, and a lick for good measure. Looking up at me with a huge smile on his face, he said, "That was wonderful, dear. Now, give Richard one of your famous butt wiggles." I laughed, knowing from the expression on Master's face that I had not failed in the least. I bent slightly and pushed my butt out for Richard, then moved so it wiggled seductively. No doubt, the leaves of the carrot stump were swinging and jiggling also. Richard half laughed, half groaned at my antics. "Get your wiggly ass back over here, we aren't done with you yet." He took his jacket from the other side of the seat, telling me to lie with my pussy facing him. He lifted the carrot leaves out of the way and stuffed the jacket under my butt, raising it off the cushion a bit as he continued, "This is going to be a bit different, girl. Instead of standing and clenching, you will lie there with your legs spread, no clenching at all. Gravity will hold it inside you, while I suck it out." I nodded in relief and understanding, relaxing against the cushion as the liquid filled me once again. Richard removed the funnel, placing his mouth close to my pussy. He looked up at Master and nodded, then began sucking furiously at my opening. It was definitely a different feeling, having the liquid sucked out instead of trying to hold it in. It felt very good, and had me squirming against his mouth. He gripped my hips to still my movements, sucking harder still. I moaned, my head rolling back to gaze at Master, only to see him looking at his watch. Richard's slurping noises had me looking back at him, so I was a bit startled when Master said loudly, "Time." Richard pulled away, licking his lips and smiling at Master. "I think you are going to have a very hard time beating that." Then he laughed. "Clench your muscles hard and stand, girl. Do not let a drop of that leak from you." I did as instructed, a bit puzzled by the whole thing. While I stood, looking from one to the other, Richard took an empty wine glass from the table and held it between my legs. "Okay, release the rest of the vodka." I relaxed my muscles again, allowing the little that was left to drip down into the glass. The liquid was mostly clear, with a slight cloudy tint. Richard held it out for Master's inspection. Master took the glass, nodding as he set it on the table. "Okay, girl. My turn." I quickly lie back down, my pussy facing Master this time as he went through the process with the jacket, funnel, and vodka. "Richard and I haven't told you yet, but this part is actually a little wager between us. Whoever sucks the most vodka from your hungry little pussy..." Master removed the funnel and positioned himself with his mouth directly above said pussy. "Gets to fuck your tight little ass later." All I got out was a little gasp before Master nodded to Richard, then devoured my juicy hole. I moaned and bucked against Master's sucking mouth, but unlike Richard, he didn't try to hold me still. He just sucked and licked, lapping up all of the liquid that came out of me. I had a sneaking suspicion that Master wasn't trying very hard to win, just wanted to make it look good. I was not startled this time, expecting the voice as Richard said it was time. I clenched my muscles tightly and stood. Master held the glass as I released, very curious to see who won. With the two glasses side by side, it was clear who was the victor. Master nodded acquiescence to Richard at the same time I turned my head, smiling even as I blushed. "Congratulations, Sir. It seems you really know your...sucks." We all laughed, even as I squirmed nervously, thinking about his large cock pushing into my tightest hole.