0 comments/ 9410 views/ 0 favorites Submission Diary By: FaeryFire 17/March. 4:05pm. Dear Diary. As I write these words, I start to feel like a little girl again. My days are filled by the freedom of not having to worry about my future. I am free because my life is completely controlled by another. Perhaps some things never change. Master instructed me to start this diary for his "personal pleasure", which is what he tells me when he doesn't want to give me his real reason. I don't know what to write. "Start at the beginning" he breathes down the back of my neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand, "Describe your self for me". I identify my self, not as a person, but as the well loved, prized possession of my Master. His name is Kyran, but I'm not to use it except in the presence of his mother or specific businessmen. At all times I must call him Master. This is my life now, the life that I chose. My name is Myesisha, but I'd be surprised if more than a couple of my friends actually know it. I answer to my Lady as "Pet" or as "Slave", more often than I hear the name my parents gave me. I am beautiful. I sound conceited, but I'm not. For years I thought I was ugly, plain at my best. And it got me hurt, broke me apart, and gave Master reason to spit upon me. Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. Ok, I'm 5'9", Busty, Blonde, legs up to my armpits... Yea I can dream! Seriously though, I'm petite, thin but by no means am I skinny. My ass is my best feature; it's curvy and supple, free from cellulite and sag. It's more rounded than I might like, but then, I'm in no position to argue. I have silky chocolate hair that falls to my waist and eyes of the same color. My skin is creamy and marred only by the occasional bruises marks and cuts that Master leaves with me as a token of my disobedience. My tits are small but perky, perfect for my frame, and enough to get a firm grip on, during the peak of passion. I expect they'll fill out more by the time puberty fully finishes. I'm a "late bloomer" 19 and looking 15, which is another notch on Master's bed post. Young willing slaves are hard to come by these days he tells me, and it appears to be true. Of all the D/s couples we know, I look the youngest. I'm not though. Helen's master Cory only keeps his girls until they reach the age of consent, once they're legal he doesn't love them no more. Great bloke that one, I keep him in my prayers. Dear God, please let Cory be hit by a truck. Thank you. Amen. Master has plans for me tonight, so I'll need to keep this short. I've got ten minutes Diary! I'll paste in the note I found blu-tacked to my mirror. I'm not to mention the notes ever. Another rule I don't understand. ------------------------------------------------- Pet, At 4:30pm run yourself a bath. Add three drops of Ylang ylang essential oil, and three drops of patchouli. Be out of the bathroom no later than 5:10pm. Wearing your new red apron only, cook and serve pasta and steak, enough for seven people. If you are not waiting by the front door in "position one" when I come home, the punishment will be severe. Alexei is brining a slave by the name of Hannah in the hope I'll take her. Don't give me any reason to think she is a better choice. Master Kyran ------------------------------------------------- I'm worried. I've never been in this position before, though it's not that uncommon, going on what I've heard. What will I wear? I wonder what she is wearing. Who else is coming? I know Alexei will bring his submissive, Grace. Grace is hot, steaming hot. She's not good looking, not the type I go for anyway, but there is something about her that makes you want to touch her. I was allowed the chance once as part of table dance for Master and Alexei. We were shackled together, her left ankle chained to my right. I was naïve then, but she opened my eyes. I thought we were just there to dance. I remember her sharp nails digging into the flesh of my ass, drawing me closer. She sank her teeth into my neck as she straddled my leg, her wet crotch leaving a white streak on the lace tops of my stockings. I moaned, and was rewarded by the bite of the crop on the back of my thigh for my efforts. The rules were, "anything goes", but no sounds were to be made. We continued dancing, and I felt my wetness seeping through my panties. I wanted to give Master something to remember, something I knew no slave had given him previously. Taking Grace's hands I bent my right leg close to hers and straightened my left letting it slide between her feet and along the table top, in a controlled fall. In a smooth motion as my butt cheeks met the polished wood I guided her forward onto my waiting lips, kissing and licking her through her panties. Both of our Masters let out low moans, and the pretense of dancing was lost. I squeezed my tits and lifted them free from my bra as I nuzzled Grace's cunny silently, asking her to slip her panties away. She didn't remove them, as if she was unsure of what the consequences would be. Roughly she grabbed hold of my hair just as the sound of ripping cloth reached my ears. I bit down on my bottom lip to restrain from crying out. Evidently Alexei wanted to see more. With my skull burning I buried my face in the first pussy I'd ever tasted. It was... indescribable. I came, just from the experience. Soon after she held my hair once again, and with wild abandon rammed her juicy pussy over and over onto my face, even using my nose and chin for stimulation. How she remained standing is beyond me. Superior training, I guess. She cried out as she came, and was rewarded with a sharp crop on the bare ass for breaking the rules. The pain made her juices gush from her, dripping down my chin and onto my heaving chest. I'm wet again, just remembering the experience. I need release. Shit! I need to get my arse into gear. Later Diary!! ~ Myesisha 18/March. 7:30am Dear Dairy. It is through a haze of pain that I write in you today. Master took me to his play room last night. Our guests had left, and I'd been in bed sleeping. "I'll be with you in under an hour pet," he had told me, "After I shower and do some light reading". I'd completely forgotten about you after the night's events Diary, but Master hadn't. He scooped me into his arms then dropped my still sleeping form straight onto the floor, when I cried out he hauled me to my feet and pushed me all the way to his play room. Disgust was written all over his face as he shoved my hands and head into the ancient looking stocks, locking me in place. "Master what is it?" I asked finally waking completely. I knew I was in trouble. His answer was a cold hand smacking hard down onto my bare bottom. And again. And again. It stung more than usual, and that's when I realized how cold it was. I was shaking. The air con was on, I realized. For him to use my biggest hate, cold, against me I knew he was serious. Smack! Smack! Smack! He used his open hand at full force to deliver each stinging blow. I was surprised when he stopped at eight. Four hard spanks each cheek. Then he walked out, leaving me there to shiver and contemplate what I might have done wrong. I figured it must have been something at dinner. I'd been so so careful though... What could it be? I stood there in the buff trembling. My muscles started to cramp and spasm from the cold and having to hold the same position. Pain ripped through my body, especially down the muscles in my back as they locked up and jerked. I began to cry. There was nothing in the room, just my pain. I didn't see the two-way mirror monitoring me, I didn't see the hooks and shelves displaying cuffs and whips, vibrators and clamps. I didn't see the bright oriental cushions on the floor in the corner or the massage table. There was only burning blue pain. I felt like I was being repeatedly stabbed, but I knew I wasn't because there was no warm path left by blood on my skin. I became irrational after a while. The claws of panic scored my mind. "He's going to leave me here forever" I thought to myself. "I'm going to die here, cold and alone." I didn't hear him come back in, I didn't feel his presence. He must have switched off the air con, but by that stage I was too far gone to tell. He threw a bucket of barely warm water over me, shocking me. I screamed because it burned. It was so much warmer than my skin I felt like he'd tipped boiling oil over me. Tears ran freely down my face. "Master!" I cried. "Master, tell me how I've failed you, so I may never do it again!" He turned and walked to the bench across from me. Desperately I wailed "Master, I beg you! Tell me how I can make it up to you! Let..." I was cut off by the force of my diary, this diary, slapping me across the face. The words I'd written about Cory had been highlighted in pink. "This," Master said softly, "Is not really appropriate. I've given you a non-visible punishment because it is your personal diary after all, and as such no one is going to see your words, but I want you to try and limit this kind of thing in the future." I feel like I've been working out at the gym for six hours straight. But I know I deserved it. Discipline makes me feel loved; he cares whether or not I'm a good person. I'd be anyone, do anything to please him. Maybe that's why he didn't trade me in for Hannah last night. I must go Diary, Master is calling me. I'll write about last night's dinner soon as I can. ~ Myesisha Submission Diary Ch. 02 18/March. 10:15pm. Dear Diary. The pain has eased now, and there are no marks upon my body. This is how I know I've been forgiven. He likes to see my body flawless and I must alter my manner depending on whether or not my body says I am being punished. If my body is flawed in any way, I sleep at the foot of the bed untouched by Master as I sleep. If my body is flawed I can only speak when spoken to. Dinner last night –I've been dying to write about it- here's the goss! I wore my silver collar, the one studded with garnets, with my light silver chain. My black lace blouse over a deep red camisole teamed up with my short black pleated school-girl style skirt, knee high stockings and closed toe heels. I wore my hair up, but left a long fringe out, which I curled. You know men are interested when they'll go out of their way to tuck your fringe away from your eyes. Alexei bought Grace and my competition, Hannah. I'll get to her in a minute. Sean came too, which was a surprise to me, he has not come to dinner for over a month, possibly more. Simone, his girl, came half a step behind him sporting a new gold plated chain and collar. I began to wonder if they'd been married during the absence. Simmy smiled at me quickly in greeting before gluing her eyes on the heels of her master's shoes. Now for Hannah. Diary this girl is a skank, I don't care if I get 50 spanks per cheek for saying so either. I wanted to grab her filthy paws and stuff them down her whining throat. I was horrified at Master's reaction to her. You've heard of love at first sight? Well this was stiff at first sight. Her tan boobs were literally busting out of the leather corset that was almost cruelly tight around her body. I greeted her in the way I'm required to greet all dinner guests; a kiss on the cheek. Her perfume made the air around her thick and meanly I wondered how she could breathe through that coupled with the corset. I left her kiss till last, the only way I could show my disapproval of the situation. Later I decided that even if I'd met Hannah under different circumstances I still would dislike her with a passion surpassing the fires of hell. Dinner is always the ice breaker of the evening, giving everyone a chance to get comfortable before the fun begins. So we were sitting around listening to our masters discuss their work, I was sitting to Master's left, chained to his chair, Hannah sat to his right, meaning she was opposite me. I wondered if she felt uncomfortable, being the only girl without a chain, but if she did she didn't show it. She kept speaking out of turn, and the other girls saw it too. Simmy shot me a look that said "What is this chick crazy or something?" I heard Grace shift uncomfortably beside me and knew she was worried at this girl's disobedience too. I wanted to ask if she had been trained, but of course, I could not. "Do you work?" Hannah asked me. The question caught me off guard. It was not the sub's turn to speak, I knew that too well, but I didn't want to be chastised for being impolite to a guest either. My first instinct was to look to Master for permission to speak, but stopped myself knowing that all eyes where on me. I didn't want my training to show as incomplete by not knowing how to handle this situation. My eyes flicked to Simone for an answer. She looked nervous and very slightly shook her head to signal "No". I met Hannah's blue eyes, but did not speak. Grace shifted again, the clink of her chain loud in the quiet room. "I said do you work Myesisha?" repeated Hannah, speaking slowly as if I was mentally dim. I did not show any sign that I had heard her, or my discomfort at the eyes burning into my flesh. Hannah shifted uncomfortably and locked her gaze on her plate. Finally Alexei broke the silence by laughing, and nodding at Master, "If you can train this one as well as Lady here you'd be doing her quite the service, wouldn't you say?" Master seemed displeased. "You mentioned she'd been trained already." "Oh I have!" I swear I heard Grace groan then. Hannah reached out and touched Master's forearm, looking into his eyes, "But with a strong man like you..." "... A strong man like me" Master parroted in a mocking voice, "would not stand for your insolence" I knew then that I'd made the right decision not to speak with her. Dinner moved along, and soon it was our turn to speak. Master turned to me, almost ritualistically, and invited us subs into the conversation "Lady, Hannah would like to know what you do for a living." "I work part time as a checkout chick; down at the 7-11" I told Hannah, "I also instruct yoga classes twice a week." I paused, but when no reply was forthcoming I asked "Do you work, Hannah?" She looked at Master as if he had spoken and told him "Yes, I'm a dancer at club X working 5 nights a week" To this Grace, the eldest of the four of us, responded "So you let men other than your master feel you up for cheap thrills hey? If you don't mind me asking, is that why you're seeking a new one?" I thought Hannah's eyes were going to pop out of her head as she leaned across the table to reply, but instead her boobs finally broke free and flopped straight onto her nearly cleared plate. I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back my laughter, but Alexei and Sean had no need to restrain themselves, Sean even applauded. In a panic Hannah attempted to scoop her boobs up and stuff them back into her corset, but lightly Master held both her wrists in one hand. "Leave them," he said. "I want to see." "But uh..." Hannah started to protest, but was cuffed lightly on the cheek. "Don't." Masters voice was deceptively quiet. Everyone appeared to have finished eating, so I gained permission to clear the table and bring the deserts and wine in. As I was returning with the tray, I noticed the evening had started heating up. Master had moved Hannah to his lap and had started to examine her. I took my seat by Master's side, and he re-attached my chain to my collar, stroking my face lightly before he returned his attention to the skank sitting on his lap. Through the general chatter I watched MY Master gradually strip and tease this girl. I controlled myself, showing no sign of possessiveness, but I felt hurt and angry. I betrayed myself once though. I'd been talking to Simmy, discussing the best brands of bikini wax actually, when Master must have done something particularly nice and Hannah let out a moan. I felt the muscle in my jaw twitch irritably, and quickly spun my head in Master's direction in the hope his attention was fully focused on Hannah. He gave me the "I saw that" look. He removed my chain and placed it on the table. "Lady, a small bowl filled with warm water, soap, and a wash-cloth, please." I complied without hesitation or complaint. I returned, noticing that Simmy and Grace's chains were now on the table with mine. I laid out the objects Master had asked for, and turned to Simmy remembering that I'd wondered earlier if Sean had tied the knot with her. "Simmy, I love your collar by the way! Special occasion?" "I thought you'd never ask!" She exclaimed, sounding much younger than her 20 years. "We're engaged!" There where congratulations all round, and torrents of questions for the pair, but for me it was bitter sweet, not knowing if tonight Master would turn away from me; wondering if I'd ever experience the elation that Simmy was. Could I face going to her wedding only to see Hannah on Master's chain? Master used the cloth and water to clear away Hannah's layers of make-up displaying not only skin in poor condition, but love bites in a line beneath one ear. He said nothing, undoing her hair, ignoring her protests. "Stand, remove your shoes and stockings" He ordered. Grace raised one eye brow but said nothing. We knew when to be silent. Hannah stood before us in her naked glory. She was chunkier than her corset had originally led me to believe. Her body reminded me of bread dough, soft and fleshy; I would have thought that she'd be in better shape, seeming she was a dancer. I couldn't see a girl like this standing up to serious punishment. All three Dom's evidently saw things differently though. Alexei had pulled his member out of his jeans and was gently stroking it, Sean had moved Simone onto his lap and was shamelessly toying with her nipples while watching the show, and from my vantage point, Master's interest was clear to see, straining against his slacks. I guessed Hannah to be about 23 years old, maybe a little more. Master started shooting instructions at her. "Touch your toes." "Kneel" "Show me your teeth, open wide" "Arch your back" "Spread you legs for me, spread your lips. Ever thought of trimming that?" He eventually asked. Silence. "Answer me!" Master roared at her. Hannah began to whimper silently. "Don't cry you stupid bitch! Answer me!" It was evident, to me at least, that he was testing her. She wiped her eyes, and sobbed. "I'll trim it in future; I didn't know you'd like it that way!" "Did I say you could move? Did you hear me give you permission to dry your tears?" "N-n-no." "No, SIR." He corrected her. He stood then and took a fistful of her hair. "Tell me your safe word." "Uh..." She hesitated, seeming at a loss. Her eyes quickly glanced around for an answer, "W-wine! Wine glass, Sir." "Wine glass? Is that it?" He seemed amused. "Yes Sir." Master pushed down on her head "On your knees slut!" By this stage, Hannah wasn't alone on her knees. Grace was beside me on hers as well being forced to take Alexei's cock deeper into her throat by the hands forcing her head. I returned my attention back to Master and Hannah. He had his cock out with it pressed against her lips. "Open." He commanded her needlessly. I was surprised at her willingness to comply. She'd put up an argument about nearly everything up until that point. "Faster!" He demanded. "Deeper!" He forced himself deeper into Hannah's mouth and I heard her gag. She pushed master back, and he eased out of her mouth. "Master," she pleaded "Fuck me, I..." He silenced her with a slap across the cheek. "I am not your Master you presumptuous slut!" He pointed at me "Slave, get her away from me, and get her cleaned up!" But can you believe it? By the time I got her to the bathroom she was grinning like a fool. Politely I asked "Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" then she spat at me! I couldn't believe it. She laughed "Never been better. Kiss your Master goodbye tonight if he will allow you, because men love a challenge, and that is what I am" So it was a plan. Not a bad one either, if you think about it. I took her back to the dinning room and took my seat. I caught the last of what Master was saying to Alexei as I came in "... Time to think about it. Dinner in three days time?" Alexei nodded, absently patting Grace on the head. Obviously he'd had his fun. "I suppose we'll call it a night" Sean said. "I don't see a lot else happening here tonight" He looked to Simmy, "Ready to go?" "May I have one moment alone with Grace and Lady? We have not caught up for some time." She asked politely. "We're back for dinner in a couple of days, Pet." That was a no. But, seeming she has not called and it's getting quite late, obviously it wasn't that important. I might call her tomorrow morning. Do you think Master will take up the challenge diary? He's been very quiet today, I've barely seen him. No fond taps on the ass or anything from him today. Can't he see she's just a skank? 'Night diary, sweet dreams. ~ Myesisha Submission Diary Ch. 03 19/March 10:00pm Dear Diary. Still nothing from Master, He is very distant. I don't even think he's been reading this diary, despite the fact it was his idea. I feel abandoned. Feeling so lonely has given me a bad case of nostalgia. I keep thinking back to when we first met, that empty feeling I'd get when I'd go home at night without him. The constant feeling of nervous excitement when we were together. I'd felt naked, like he knew me better than anyone else on earth. It felt like he could just look at me and see the colour of my soul, and to be honest that scared me. I remember working my behind off, doing two jobs and a correspondence course, my skin and hair always greasy from the atmosphere I was working in. I smelled of greasy chicken no matter how hard I scrubbed. I didn't work out anymore at that stage, I'd had no time. I had no friends either, they left me behind. Their lives were worlds away from mine; they partied while I did everything I could to secure myself a future. I don't know how I managed to lose so much weight, but my skin had started to sag and my muscles had wasted away. The dark circles under my eyes had very nearly taken over my pale face. My work uniforms both hung off me making me look sick. But still every day I got out of bed, studied, dressed and went to work, came home for a nap, and went to work again. Coffee, breakfast bars and stress kept me going. I was on the closing shift at Macca's the day I met Master, mopping the floor for the third time that shift. Exhaustion had started to get the better of me by then and I was half cleaning, half playing in the spilt strawberry thick shake, drawing patterns on the floor when a man grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him and roared at me "Listen to me girl, I wont repeat myself a fourth time! One black coffee and one blueberry muffin." I looked up at the counter but I was the only one out the front. So I nodded and muttered a quick "Yes sir" before I scurried away. I bought his coffee to the counter, but he was not there to collect and pay for it. Glancing around, I saw him seated by the window reading a newspaper, obviously expecting me to give him table service. I was nearly frozen with indecision, but there was no one around so I decided just this once it would be ok. On my way over to him I noticed the sweetest thing. Well, I thought it was sweet anyway. He had finished mopping the floor for me! I didn't know how to thank him. His presence threw me off balance, making me feel vulnerable. It was like... How do I describe it? It was like knowing there's a hot stranger watching you undressing and getting off on it. You're embarrassed, but thrilled at the same time. I put his coffee and muffin down in front of him and then just stood there, like an idiot. Didn't say anything, ask for payment, thank him for mopping the floor... nothing. I still blush thinking about it even today. He continued to read the paper, sipping his coffee silently while I just stood there. It occurred to me during that time that we'd have to close up soon, but I didn't know how to say it so I continued standing there. Only God knows how long I stood at his side patiently waiting, but eventually he turned to me, as if he was used to having someone silently waiting on his whims and said "Three seventy right?" handing over correct change. I nodded and smiled dumbly. "It's about closing time isn't it?" He asked, searching my face (probably trying to find out if I was just shy or if I was completely stupid). I nodded again, this time managing a very mouse-like "yes". There was a pause, but before I lost my voice again I squeaked "Thank you for finishing the floor for me Sir" "You need someone to take care of you" was his reply "A decent night sleep might be good too. You look like someone has punched you in the head a few times." Of course, despite that fact I knew he was right, I got offended and stormed off. I know, not much of a love story ay? Our second meeting was a little better. It was the same time, two nights later, and I was alone again, serving the very few late night customers and wiping down the counter. "I see you didn't do as I suggested" I looked up, expecting him to be further back, but he was leaning over the counter toward me. I could smell coffee on his breath, and felt my heart start to beat faster. "I'll have the same as always..." He joked with a forced familiarity. I later realized he was testing me, but for some reason at the time, it didn't register in my frazzled brain. I went and got his black coffee and blueberry muffin. He smiled at me and it was a soppy romance novel moment. My world flooded with warmth. Blushing, I tried to look away, but he held my chin in one hand, forcing me to look up into his face. He whispered, his voice husky, "I was hoping I'd see you here tonight" Someone stepped up behind him to order, so he left his $3:70 and went to sit down, leaving me flustered. There was five minutes to go before I'd have to make sure everyone had left, close up and have my till counted when he stepped up to the counter again. I met his eyes asking him silently "What do you want from me?" Then he did something I'd never have thought of in 1000 years. He put 850 dollars in notes on the counter in front of me and said "Take three days off work. Get some sleep. Do your hair, or whatever it is you girls do." And with a wave of his hand he was off. I tried to call him back, but he wouldn't listen, and I was afraid to yell because I didn't want trouble from my supervisor. So I did something I never even considered. I not only took money from a stranger, but I followed his orders. I called in sick to both my jobs for three days straight and spent the time pampering myself and sleeping in. It was just what I needed but at the same time, it was like hell to me. All I could think about was him. I wondered what he would like me to do. I wanted to impress him, to make him think I was pretty. I wondered what ulterior motives he might have, and why he gave me the money. I was afraid he'd expect something in return, something I couldn't give, but at the same time I was thrilled that he'd pay so much attention to me. Tomorrow night Alexei will bring Hannah back for dinner. Oh joy. I'm off to bed to sleep alone... again. ~ Myesisha Submission Diary Ch. 04 20/March 1:00pm Dear Diary. Although I slept alone last night, there was a note on my mirror when I woke up, so I'm guessing that things might start getting back to normal. Here's hoping! Here's the note: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pet, Don't forget about dinner tonight. Order Chinese take-out, but remove it from the plastic containers. I have a challenge for you. If you can do it without being seen I'll reward you generously. During dinner I want you to remove your panties and hand them to me without being seen once. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. Your loving Master. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- How the hell am I going to do that? I need a plan. This kind of reminds me of a time, ages ago now, just a month or so before we stopped using safe words. Master had taken me out to dinner. The restaurant was very posh, which of course Master and I found humorous, all the waiters in penguin suits talking like their shit don't stink. Master is obviously fond of formal dinners, but he doesn't take kindly to people looking down their noses at him. Or possibly it was the waitresses comment about my collar that had him riled up. I couldn't actually believe it myself. She commented, after seating us, that she wasn't sure if a collar was acceptable in the restaurant's strict dress code, and asked me to remove it. She was polite and all but I didn't appreciate her holier-than-thou attitude. Before Master could argue, I removed my collar. It wasn't worth the trouble. Once she left though, Master winked at me. "Would you like to have a bit of fun while we dine in such splendid company?" "What have you got in mind?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "Well these table cloths are quite long; I'm sure that if I dropped a umm" He looked around for a moment before innocently picking up a menu, "If I accidentally dropped this menu under the table that such a long table cloth would hamper my view so that I couldn't retrieve it." I snickered. "Oh then whatever would you do?" "Well, being a mere woman you wouldn't be embarrassed to crawl under the table to fetch it would you? Where as a gentleman such as myself would be risking his honor on such a mission" He smiled at me, that smile turns my heart every time. I smiled back. "I see" I pretended to consider such a dilemma for a moment, before asking in the best empty-headed impersonation I could muster "Then I have a suggestion Master. If such a thing were to happen, I would gladly crawl under the table in your place to save your honor. But Master I have a great fear." "What is your fear kind lady?" "I fear that because I've not yet had dinner I will not have the sustenance to crawl out from under the table and resume my seat." Master stifled a laugh. "I am sure I could provide you with enough sustenance for you to complete your journey, but you must trust me." "I trust you" He grinned then and quickly flicked the menu onto the floor beneath the table. "Oops" "Oh dear, is it as bad as you feared?" I feigned concern. "Unfortunately it is dear Lady. I cannot see the menu because the table cloth is in the way." Quickly I scanned the room, and seeing everyone appeared to have their attention elsewhere, I dropped to the floor and scooted under the table to retrieve Masters menu. Master wasted no time in freeing his cock from his trousers, already slightly damp at the tip with pre-cum. I held my mouth just above it for a few moments, so he could feel my warm breath. His cock twitched bumping up against my lips and I needed no further encouragement to kiss down along the shaft to his soft inviting ball sac. Just as I was sucking the first nut into my mouth I heard footsteps and then the waitress's voice asking Master if he was ready to order. To increase the sensation I placed just the pads of my fingers around Masters glands and twisted slightly, left then right then left again, as if I was tuning a radio. I heard his voice tremble a little as he replied. "Yes thank you. For an Entry... uhm..." the pitch of his voice wobbled for a moment but he managed to say "two small prawn cocktails, and a plate of mini spring rolls to share" The word "share" came out as such a squeak, I nearly swallowed the nut I had in my mouth, but he didn't attempt to push me away or tap me with his foot or anything, so when I was sure I could release his sac without laughing I moved my mouth to tease the head of his cock, licking and kissing quietly. "What would you like for your main course sir?" "Oh, uhm can we think about that for a bit longer ma-my Lady is nnn-not back yet. I don't... couldn't guess what she would want." "No problem sir. I'll take your order when I bring your Entry if it pleases you" I can only imagine the look on her face Diary, but I bet it would have been priceless. I poked my head up so I could speak to him. "Pssst I think I've got enough sustenance to complete the journey back to my chair. Let me know when it's safe?" He glanced around "Quick! Quick!" And I was quick, like greased lightening. It was just bad chance that a stately gentleman across the room looked over at the exact moment. His eyes almost popped out of his head, however he did give us the thumbs up once he recovered. "You're blushing" Master teased. "Here's your menu sir" I replied curtly. He laughed. "Here comes first course. Don't blush now!" I noticed nonetheless his cheeks were a rosy color and couldn't help winking impishly at him. The waitress placed the food in front of us and pulled out her little note pad again, tapping her pen against it impatiently. "I'll have the sweet and sour pork, veggies on the side; and the caramel cheesecake for desert. Thanks" I told her, edging my plate closer. "That sounds good." Master said, nodding in my direction "I'll go for the grilled salmon and oysters, skip the sauce, and the caramel cheesecake, but minus the cream." "Drinks?" "The best red wine you have" "Will that be all?" "Yes, thank you" With her gone, we were free to enjoy ourselves, but I realized after a while I had that feeling – you know the one, where all the hair on the back of your neck stands up and you look around thinking you are being watched – well we were being watched; by the older man who had waved earlier. Why anyone would go out to dine alone is beyond me but different strokes for different folks, so they say. Master noticed it too, and lent closer to me, speaking quietly. "Does it make you wet being so dirty in such a high-class public setting?" "It does Master" "Well it doesn't do anything for me" he said, sitting back and looking away, chewing on a spring roll seemingly uninterested. I fell for his ploy of course. "Tell me what would turn you on then?" A grin over took his face setting his eyes alight "Crawl under that guys table, and make him cum." I choked, coughing and spluttering gracelessly drawing the attention of everyone in our end of the restaurant. I blushed all the way down to my nipples I'm sure, and chocked out "You're not serious!" Inappropriately loudly. Master waited until everyone had looked away and resumed their conversations before replying, "I'm completely serious my pet. If I remember rightly you agreed that I can use your body in trade with other men, or force you to service other people. As it is I'm not forcing you. You bought it up" I wiped my mouth with a napkin, giving myself thinking time. The Guy looked clean at least, but what the hell do you say? I soon found out. "Alright. Goodness, I hope I don't get seen. What if he says something?" "I'm right here if something goes wrong. Are you doing it before dinner gets here? You best be quick, looks like he's almost done." With an embarrassed smile I left making my way indirectly to the gentleman's table. He greeted me "Hello Lass" in a striking Scottish accent, looking me over slowly and deliberately. If he wanted to see if it was possible to make me blush deeper, he succeeded. "Hello sir. Uhm... you see... I uh, I was wondering if you would like your shoes shined" He gave a hearty laugh. "With you under my table, people will think you're doing something else." "I'm sure sir, to preserve my good reputation; you would casually glance around to check the coast is clear before I slipped under to shine your shoes." He waited a few moments before murmuring "Now Lass" I dived under in a flash, my heart hammering through my ribs, and went straight to work lowering his fly. For an old guy I was surprised at how hard he became in such a short period of time, I'd not even touched him with my lips yet. I took him in my hand and gently stroked him, trying to inspect his cock in the near-darkness because no way was I going to put my lips any where near it if it had scales or lumps or cheesy bits. I gave it an experimental sniff too. You can never be too careful. But he seemed clean enough, just a little sweaty, so I started by giving him a long lick from his balls all the way to the tip before massaging his glands with my tongue. I heard him moan when I took him into my throat and swallowed convulsively, which made me laugh and choke. He slipped his hand under the table cloth then, fiercely grabbing my hair and holding me down on his meat. My throat started to burn after a little while and the lack of oxygen began to make me dizzy. I had to fight him for every little gulp of air before he forced my head back down, ramming his cock repeatedly into the soft tissue at the back of my throat. I felt his balls draw in close, so I relaxed as much as I could and let him thrust up as deep as he could into my mouth. I was thrilled that I could handle so much pain, and still give so much pleasure. I felt the table tilt and creak under his weight as he used it as leverage as he thrust into my mouth for the final time. I heard something fall to the floor beside me. Tears sprang to my eyes as the Scotsman spurted his cum into down my abused throat, wrapping his legs around me tightly and unsympathetically holding my head in place with his hand. I heard hurried footsteps approaching and braced myself. "Sir! Sir! Are you alright? You're all flushed, are you in pain? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" The panicked waiter frantically asked. "No it's alright lad," Croaked the Scotsman above me, "Just a bit of indigestion you see. You couldn't fetch a wee glass of milk for me could you?" He untangled his hand from my hair and released the iron hold his legs had crushed me in. A moment later he whispered gruffly. "Now Lass" I crawled out from under his table slightly dazed and into the nearest restroom to tidy myself up. It wasn't just my hair that needed repairs either! I had to actually remove my panties I'd soaked them that much! I slipped them up my sleeve to give to Master at the soonest possible moment. I'm not an exhibitionist or anything like that Diary, but the thrill of being busted makes everything so much more intense, especially when I know Master is enjoying it as much as I am. I have an idea about getting my panties off tonight, but I'll have to experiment a bit first. Maybe if I rolled them up really small and tucked them away - for safe keeping - instead of actually wearing them? Or is that cheating? I wonder if this is a test, something to do with Hannah? I'll keep you posted diary, if not tonight then tomorrow. Hannah is no match for me! ~ Myesisha