0 comments/ 12711 views/ 7 favorites What Do I Dare? Pt. 01 By: HandsOnMaster Radiating nervous energy, Anna had trouble concentrating as her eyes darted around the restaurant, trying to see into all of the dimly lit alcoves. Was he here, was he watching her right now? Thinking about him watching her from the dark .... made the hair stand up on the back of her neck, her breathing was quick, and she was growing increasing wet. In fact, she wanted to go and tidy up down there, check her makeup and hair, but his instructions had been clear. If she came tonight, she was not to leave once she sat down, or everything was off. She cringed at the thought, and her stomach felt like that first wild drop of a roller-coaster - Not That! All of the preparations, the time, all of that delicious anticipation, the teasing, the yearning - it would all disappear into the night in an instant. First there had been the opening overtures, and as she was more comfortable with him, she came to look forward to hearing from him, and then she read his first story. It had transfixed her, and in the privacy of her own bedroom she had read it again that night, and then touched herself until she was washed over a waterfall of ecstasy and into a night of vivid dreams. It became her secret place, the stories became a world where she could experience passion and abandon. She knew she had a naughty side, but a man with that kind of commanding presence, who knew what he wanted, and what he would do drew her like a moth to a flame. His comportment intrigued her; once he was assured that she was actually of age, he was by turns a rakish tease whose words awakened lust, then withdraw and insist that she choose. She did have a choice, but not really. Her life was good, but uninspiring at present. So the choice of the mundane she lived, or a secret world full of new experiences and surprising pleasures. At the same time, her new world was a safe place to experiment and dabble with new delights. She found that most of these new things inflamed her further without the risks of random strangers. Although she began to think of it often, she hadn't dared to act on her desire to experience it all. In fact, her dreams and fantasies began to be occupied with her actually immersed in the event; it was no longer a story but it was Anna who was restrained, submitted, spanked, teased, and orgasming until she passed out. During her private sessions, she learned to drag it out, to suspend her pleasure in that wonderful place just before she lost all control, but it ultimately was not enough. No matter how vivid her dreams or imagination, she longed to experience it in person. She wanted to feel the lined restraints that held her firmly in place, feel his eyes and hands on her, experience the sensory deprivation of a blindfold as he touched, teased and spanked her, and hopefully so much more! She snapped back to the present as she saw a large man walking towards her - was it him? Her heart fluttered, and she started to leak further into her panties as he grew closer. She remembered to look down at her hands as instructed. The shadow of him swept over, and then past her, warmly greeting the members of another table. She realized that she had been holding her breath, and it whooshed out of her as she tried to steady herself. There was a moment of doubt; what had she gotten her self into? While this man pushed her pleasure buttons with alacrity, she really didn't know him. Why entrust herself to a stranger who had told her repeatedly that he was going to strip her naked, blindfold her, bind her, and do as he pleased? Just thinking that to herself made her body tingle, and her nipples hardened against the cups of her bra, heightening her pleasure. The feelings coursing through her body gave the definite answer, this man had the power to make her cum with just his words, and her body would accept nothing less than the actual experiences she had read and imagined for months. She had to have it, nothing else would quench the burning fire in her loins. She purposely reached out with a slightly shaking hand and drank from her water again, in part to calm her nerves, and in part to keep her hand from slipping under the tablecloth again. He had said nothing about touching herself while waiting, but she couldn't take any more without loudly coming right here in the dining room. Her faced flushed further at the thought of the spectectale of crying out and clenching her body as an orgasm burst forth in a graphic display for all to see and hear. She smiled slightly, knowing that contemplating that embarrassment only further inflamed her arousal. If she hadn't agreed to obey his instructions and sit there, she would have headed off to the wash-room so that she could take care of her rising need in semi-privacy. The only privacy was not having other women see your face as you came; she had walked into a few bathrooms only to hear the shadow breathing, subtle movements that increased in tempo, moaning and muttering, followed by the exploding orgasm. Her body was betraying her again, remembering the wantonness of someone bringing themselves to orgasm in a public stall inches from her had caused her hand to snake down under the tablecloth, and begin to gently pull up the hem of her skirt. She remembered the smell of that woman's juices released into the air as she came explsovively, and it only fuelled her desire to touch her self immediately. It was very naughty for her to begin to touch herself in public, but her neediness now exceeded her ability to control her own body. She stroked up the insides of her thighs, moving the skirt up towards her waist with each feathery touch, and she smiled again on how he had been explicit about her wearing a skirt shorter than knee-length, it made perfect sense at this moment. She let out a hissing breath as her hand reached the joining of her thighs and brushed the surface of her panties. She was soaked through! She paused as the thought exploded on her that she may already have a wet spot displaying her naughtiness and need for all to see as she walked through the restaurant. It was now an unrelenting spiral of need and arousal, and her fingers began to trace the line of her slit through the panties, pushing in and stroking her outer lips with the soft fabric. Increasingly unaware of her surroundings, Anna began to use two fingers so that each digit ran lightly over the edge of her love lips, and began to spread herself apart. She was perilously close to placing her thumb on her clit and driving herself past the point of no control when she startled suddenly to find a man standing over her. Her hand shot out from under the table as she flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn't bear to look up into his eyes. How long had he been standing there? She was loosing control of her body, and she was no longer sure that she hadn't been making noises as she touched herself. He had to have know what she was doing, and just stood there and watched her! Her face was so hot and flushed, but she suddenly felt light-headed at the though of someone standing next her and silently watching her mastrubate in public. Her head swam and she realized that her blood had been collecting elsewhere as she had been stroking herself toward a public orgasm. She could feel more than see him bending towards her, and now she was undone! She had gone too far, embarrassed him and herself to a full restaurant like an over-sexed woman in heat, and he was going to call everything off. her face tingled now, and she wasn't sure whether to plead for forgiveness or grasp him and try to draw him into her lust-filled embrace. She hung there, still looking down, unable to will her body to act, when he saved her by speakign first. "Anna?" It was quiet enough that only she heard him, but his voice seemed different that she had dreamed; it was higher, and much more tentative. Whatever the consequences, she had to look him in the eyes, try to win him over despite her brazen behaviour, so she steeled herself and looked up into his face. What?!? These were not wise, stern eyes looking down at her, but rather more boy than man. In a moment she took in his attire, and realized he was part of the wait staff. Her need was quickly replaced by anger as she wondered how much he had seen standing above her? Could he see the skirt hem now forced up to her waist, her fingers as she stroked herself, watched as she pressed her lips apart and ran her fingers up and down her slit? Her face must have betrayed her budding anger as the young male took a half-step back and his face registered some alarm. "Anna? .... um ma'am, the gentleman was very specific. He told me that I was to call you by name, and make sure your name is Anna before I handed this to you." He reached forward with a cream stationery envelope, putting it between them as part peace offering, and part rampart to her smouldering anger. Anna stared at the envelope before her, her name was written in an open, angular fashion, and she had no doubt that it was from him. This was so like him, plans within plans, attention to detail, and a blatant willingness to live life on his own terms. She had sat and waited for him, fidgeting and embarrassing herself, and she got an envelope instead of the man behind the words. In a fit of frustration, she considering refusing the envelope, but then whatever it held within would be lost to her. Worse, he would disappear in the same fashion he appeared, and she would regret that - to be so close, and then cast everything to the winds in a moment of wilfulness. Anna didn't know how long she stared at the envelope as she considered her options, but the server's words broke her from her musings. "Ma'am? He said that if you did not accept the envelope, to bring it back to his table and to tell you he 'Wishes you well in life'". She puzzled those words for a moment, then it hit her with almost physical force - he WAS here! She sat back into her chair with a little gasp ... and he had been watching and waiting. She was torn between feeling like treasure or prey to the predator. Her feeling swirled, but now she had to know what was inside. She reached out her hand to get the envelope, and the server moved it closer to his face as she reached out, and held it for a moment after her hand closed on the other end. Strangely, he held on for another long moment taking a deep breath. and then released his grasp. She looked at him questioningly about his strange behaviour, and his face broke into a sly grin. "He said I should get a good whiff of that hand and let him know what I thought. You smell very tasty ma'am, very tasty." With that he spun on his heel and was gone into the low light between tables before she could respond. She was so stunned she just sat there with her arm outstretched like she was a wax figure for a moment. The color rose in her face and neck again, and she realized that *at least* one other person knew what she had been up to, and watched her as she touched herself, stopping her just before she had cum, right here among all these other dinner guests. He had caught her out again! Her eyes darted across the nearby tables, but no one returned her look. She could swear she saw some sly smiles from some of the other women nearby, but no stares. It dawned on her that he had arranged all of this - a visible table instead of sheltered alcove, letting her wait, instructing her to stay put once she was seated, knowing her heightened sense of arousal, knowing how needy she would become for release, and knowing that she would eventually put on a subtle show for a whole audience who knew what they were looking at - he had even instructed the server to smell her hand since she had completely forgotten to wipe it dry when he startled her. Her head buzzed with competing emotions, and with a suddenness that overwhelmed her the thoughts of exposure, brazen sexual behavior before an audience, and he controlling it all, controlling her, without even touching her, she came violently. She bent her head down to muffle her cry, and the orgasm rolled over her like storm rollers hitting a sea-wall, one after the other, seemingly without end. Her breathing was swift and shallow, and she began to become light-headed as she struggled not to cry out in ecstasy and confirm to nearby men what so many nearby women already knew she had been up to under the table. Tears came to her eyes from the exertion and emotion, and they somehow helped her release pent-up feelings so that she could regain her composure. With the sexual storm subsiding for the moment, she looked around again, and saw mixed responses from women; some envy, some slightly aghast, and a few conspiratorial smiles, and even a subtle wink. My God! now she *really* needed to get to the bathroom and clean herself up. It was in that instant that she remembered the envelope , and saw that she had dropped it on the table when her world had, mostly silently, exploded. The sexual energy still coursed through her, but she was back in charge of her faculties for now. She tore open the envelope, and removed a single folded piece of matching stationery. There was a short hand written note, but the contents brought her mind rushing back into the present. --- Thank you for joining me tonight, and waiting for me, if not without drawing attention to yourself with your delightfully constrained show. You will find within the envelope an understated black choker and pendant, you are well acquainted with what it signifies. Once again Dear, you will have to choose of your own free will whether the night continues. You are excused to go to the washroom and "freshen up", I suspect you are in dire need. If you choose to put the choker on and return to your table, you understand the nature of our relationship tonight. If not, then, as always, I wish you well, but I will depart. It has been a thrilling evening already, I do hope you choose to join me. --- There was no signature, but there was no need. Anna took out the choker and locket, and ran her fingers over the silver locket, it's shape strange and unfamiliar. There were small pieces of tape covering what was obviously engraving on the front and back. Always the gentleman, of sorts! He had given her the freedom to decide if she wanted to give herself into his hands for the night. She was confident that without her choosing this, he would not touch her. Anna was equally certain that she would have no say and no control over the next 24 hours once she put that choker on. His terms were non-negotiable, they had discussed this in detail ahead of time, and yet he once again had made her choose. Anna appreciated the act, but she had been clear, repeatedly, even explicitly, how badly she wanted this, and how much she wanted someone like him to control her for a night so that she could loose myself into all the passion, and even pain, that awaited. Then Anna realized what this was, this wasn't about deciding, she had decided long before all of the preparations she had made to come tonight. This would be her first act of submission and obedience. She snorted a small laugh - he knew her well, perhaps better than she understood herself in this arena. Anna was not a big fan of obedience. ... and yet here Anna was. Glancing again at the note, Anna wondered if she really had it within her to choose to submit to a man, this man, without any limits. He had asked about that as well, and if she was going to do this, she wanted everything, every experience that he would give her. Anna had missed the PS on the lower fold of the note, but read it now, and and her breath caught as she rolled this instruction around my mind. If you choose to continue tonight, you'll need to remove those moist panties while you are in the wash-room. Place them in your purse for now, I'll have need of them later. Pulling her hair to one side, Anna quickly slipped the choker on, fastening it at the back of her neck. It felt both cool and soft, and she immediately felt her arousal climb as the silver locket tickled the base of her neck. She had been her typical impulsive self, and now the die was cast. Standing up, she looked around once more, but the open tables were pools of soft light, all else was dim. Anna didn't expect to see him, but she wanted him to see her, and the choker already on. She wanted this, badly. Purse in hand, she headed to the washroom. Anna fingered the locket as she threaded through the tables, wondering what her name would be; she was fairly sure she knew what his would be tonight. What Do I Dare? Pt. 02 Author's Note=== Your ratings and feedback are greatly appreciated, and while it sometimes takes time, I respond to each feedback. I also entertain reader requests. The story is plot driven, so if you are looking for quick gratification, you may want to look elsewhere. Being plot-driven, the reader is best served by starting at the beginning for this to make maximal sense. === Previously::: Anna gathers her courage, and finally goes to meet the man that she calls Master to experience it all in person. Left to herself, Anna would have lingered in the washroom, as she had just orgasmed in the middle of the dining room, and while she had recovered from the embarrassment, her body wanted to come again, and soon. At the same time, her Man (there she was thinking of him in possessive terms, that was dangerous) was watching and waiting; she knew better than to keep Him waiting. She had already decided to put the choker on, and while she didn't know what the next 24 hours would hold in particular, she had imagined all kinds of things, touched herself multiple times a day until she felt like a sex addict, dreaming of this night for months. When she got settled in the stall, she was amazed at how wet she was, her nice panties were soaked through. As she feared, there was a wet spot on the back of her skirt as well, so it now made perfect sense that she had been instructed to wear a dark skirt. She wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or proud of parading around wearing her "badge of wetness". Her lip curled a bit at the irony of being chagrined at her brazen public behavior, while she was currently so lust-filled that the thought of her mystery Man grabbing her, bending her over a table and mounting her right in the middle of the dining room made her heart race. In-spite of her heightened arousal, her face flushed full red. Those kind of thoughts were far more randy that she had ever entertained, and yet there was no doubt in her mind that she would willingly march out there right now and and present herself to be taken by the Man she thought of as Master. It was not even what she might have to experience before she could be sated, but rather her desire to be filled, to be completed, to submit to the totality of it all. As the mist of desire lifted a bit, Anna considered what was to come, and the less impulsive part of her mind began to worry. In a strange way, He had made the first part easier for her to ease into this evening without feeling afraid. He had used His own extensive knowledge of her wants and desires to craft the environment, heighten her arousal. He didn't *make* her do anything - yet! But He knew her impetuous nature, and set the stage where it was likely that she would take things "into her own hands". Not surprisingly, she did, even in the midst of a full room of dinner patrons. Thinking about how completely He had manipulated her, nervousness now vied with her arousal, and she thought about how to escape. She didn't know where He was, so how could she avoid Him? For all she knew He was waiting outside the bathroom now with thugs, dressed all in black with ski masks on! Being grabbed, bound and gagged, a black bag over her head and hustled off into a waiting van in the dark just like they showed in the movies. A Man so intent oh having her that He will stop at nothing to consummate His carnal desires. That was by turns terrifying and hot. She took a steadying breath and calmed herself - she was being irrational and over the top now. Feeling trapped by her choices, she had a hard time concentrating; her thoughts scattered like a flock of birds that were startled. Maybe if she could get outside without Him seeing her, she could text Him that she had come down with something ... ask to reschedule. It was lame, but the best that she come up with in her altered state. The washrooms were close to the front door, but He would be watching, waiting. Again, she felt like prey being stalked by a predator. Then she had an inspiration - there was balcony seating along one edge of the dining area! If she could get out onto the balcony, she could skirt around the main area, cross the dimly lit balcony, and slip out the door. There wasn't a moment to lose, so she cleaned herself as well as she could, gave a rueful shake of her head at her spreading wet-spot, and steeled herself for her escape. The rest of the washroom was empty, so she eased the door open a crack, holding her breath. She couldn't see anyone in the short hallway to her left, so she quickly shot through the door, and set off for balcony. Much like a scared rabbit fleeing a predator, she suffered from tunnel vision, and never thought to look to her right as she left the ladies room. If she had, she would have seen the server who brought her the envelope lurking by the service door at the end of the hallway. She reached the edge of the dining room, and hesitated. if she circled the dining area along it's edge to the right, she could reach a balcony door without becoming visible by walking near the lights of a table. The only obstacle to her plan was the pool of bright light in front of the main kitchen entrance. She would have to cross through that light to reach the balcony. Her heart had begun to beat faster as the feeling of being pursued took hold, and she knew that there was no time to come up with a better plan. In a fast walk that drew some glances, she took off for the balcony. Unseen by Anna, the server stepped out of the hallway behind her, and looked far across the tables to the left balcony door closest to the exit. Just beyond the curtain that draped the doorway, the server saw the large man back-lit by the starlight. The server then slowly nodded in the affirmative, then inclined his head to the right. The response was immediate, a hand extended beyond the curtain with a thumbs up, and there was creased bill jutting from the fist. The server smiled his sly smile as went back to serving tables. His extra bit of 'work' would net him more than everything else he made tonight. Anna slowed as she neared the kitchen entrance - there was a steady stream of servers and heavily-laden trays with hot food. They moved with speed, and a practiced smoothness that eluded Anna as she scurried along. A couple of times she tried to cross the flow, and found that her hesitation doomed her attempts. Standing there, she became more upset, and then decided to follow the flow towards the kitchen, then she only had to cross behind a server leaving the kitchen. Anna brightened a bit, and jumped into the line flowing into the kitchen. Her confidence rising, Anna glanced at the tray ahead of her, and she caught a flash of a silver reflection in the mounded domes. Her hand shot to her throat, and she froze in place. In a lesser establishment , there would have been pandemonium, but the servers behind her altered course and navigated around Anna like she was rudderless ship in the channel. As thunderstruck as Anna was, she was effectively rudderless. She had never taken the choker off, and here she was with it on! He had been explicit about what putting the choker on meant, and if He caught her now, she was His for the next 24 hours! Seeing a momentary break, Anna launched her self across the out-bound kitchen traffic and towards the balcony door. The panic began to rise in her now; she had requested that they meet, swore that she was brave enough to face the unknown, and here she was doing her very best to stand Him up and escape - all while wearing His choker and locket. She had never heard Him loose his temper, but she had no interest in experiencing it. If He caught her now she paled at the thought of the spanking she would get, and she wasn't sure there would be any happy ending after it. She might be bound, spanked, and "put away wet" for the next 24 hours. She picked up speed and was almost running by the time she reached the balcony door. In her haste she almost went spread-eagle over a table of guests. The air on the balcony was cooler, but it was darker as well, so she hadn't made the table out until she was almost through the doorway. There were rich fabric dividers on either side of the party, which gave the feel of an opera box; privacy to either side, but an expansive view over the balcony railing. She caught herself before she crashed into the table, and veered left around them like she knew what she was doing, which she most decidedly did not. Slipping around the end of the divider, the main balcony dining area came into view, it was louder here, and her hope rose that she could do this. As Anna wove through the busy seating area, she kept her eyes down so as to not draw attention, and hopefully conceal the choker at her neck. He had warned her that other men in as establishment like this would recognize it and see her as a loose prize to be captured. She shivered from the night air flowing across her face, and the thought of a complete stranger pouncing on her was as disturbing as it was electrifying. She started to turn towards the main balcony exit when she was startled to see the server from earlier blocking the exit and openly leering at her. She wanted no part of him, even as she remembered he breathing deeply from her wet hand, and knowing that he had smelled her private juices when he told her how "tasty" it was. His knowing leer infuriated her, but the recent memories flooded back, and she began to grow wet all over again. She would have to barge through the other private seating at the other end of the balcony, but then she would be just a few steps from the door. She was less afraid now, she had beat Him at His own game. Once she had evaded His grasp, she could re-evaluate things. More confident in her maneuvers, she moved around the final fabric privacy curtain and then halted, suddenly uncertain. There was a privacy curtain across the exit, and the candles were out on the table. She had to pause for her eyes to adjust so she could navigate her way to the exit that beckoned. But she was too impatient to wait for her night vision to function, so she started circling to the left by bumping into furniture and easing hesitatingly forward. She didn't want to scuff the pricey high heels she had on, so her shins took a beating as she found chair after chair the hard way. When Anna glanced to the sliver of light that shined from between the door jam and the privacy curtain, she just needed a few more steps. Her lips lit in a nervous smile, just before they was covered by a powerful hand that pulled her heads backwards. In the same moment a large arm snaked around her and pinned arms against her, snatching her backward into a firm body far larger than hers. Anna's mind reeled, and she was stunned into a moment of paralysis, as her senses struggled to understand. "That is a beautiful choker you have on, I do think I'll make you mine since you are unsupervised at the moment." Whispered a muffled deep voice in her ear, and her blood ran cold. He had warned her, and now she was being kidnapped by a stranger who had found her without the protection of her Master! How she wished she had just submitted, abided by what the choker represented instead of being at the mercy of a complete stranger. Unbidden, tears began to run down her face as she realized that what she had longed for had escaped, and now she was doomed to drink from the dregs of what she could have had. The tears were bitter, and she deflated, even as she dreaded the unknown degradation ahead. As He was want to point out, she was a smart girl, which made her willfulness that much more embarrassing. Anna shook her head slightly, frustrated, that in this part of the world, she had ignored that women were not safe without protection of a man, especially a powerful man. Now she was going to pay a price for her foolishness. Her temper flared, and she decided that although the odds were long, she had to try and and escape. She prepared herself, but her body betrayed her tensing before she acted. "Going somewhere?" The voice whispered, and the hand over her mouth shifted. Suddenly her nose was pinched off, and the grip over her mouth tightened. She started struggling, trying to throw off the hulk of a man wrapped around her. She tried to throw elbows, stomp insteps, anything to dislodge her captor. Anna realized too late that her breath had escaped in puffs of exertion, but no new air was coming in. She began to have a hard time concentrating, and her vision swam. She felt her body crumpling, and she lost her ability to fight. In that moment, the hand was removed, and she took an enormous breath. Just as her mind came back to her, she felt something soft being packed into her mouth. She reflexively began to breath through the nose, and she began to gather her wits. "That is my silk pocket square, but feel free to drool on it all you want, I'll gladly have it dry cleaned for the enjoyment you're going to provide" the voice purred. Tensing her limp body for another attempt at escape, Anna was stunned when she was unceremoniously picked up and carried to the edge of the balcony. She began to panic when she drew close to the balcony, afraid that she would be thrown over for her persistent attempts at escape. "Ah, a little fear enters your mind when you realize that tossing you over that rail is child's play for me." The calmness in the voice chilled her more that a malevolent direct threat. "My sweet, I am going to tie you to this balcony rail, and you will either comply, or I will send you over the edge to your fate. It really is that simple. I came here without you, and I can just as easily send you over and leave without you. Do you understand?" Anna did not think she had ever been this terrified before. She had lived her life in fairly safe and quiet circumstances, someone who could talk about her death conversationally set off all kind of alarms. Compliance was a small price to stay alive. "I'm going to place your hands on the handrail, you are not to move your hands until I tell you to, and if you disobey, I will just pick you up and send you on your way." Anna could not grasp the ease of those words, so she froze as he carefully placed each of her hands on the railing. The metal was cold, but it gave her something to hold onto, so she held on. He quickly tied each wrist to the railing, using what she suspected was the linen dinner napkins. "Good girl. Now place your hips against the railing and spread your feet, we wouldn't want you to fall over once things get exciting." It was said pleasantly, almost conversationally, as he pressed her hips against the railing, then slid his hands down, stopping to kneed her bottom, then following her left leg down to the ankle which he secured to the base of the railing. His binding was quick and tight even in the dark, leaving the impression that he was skilled with his hands. Instead of moving directly to her other ankle, his hands began to rise back up her leg slowly, one coming slowly up the inside of her calf, grasping more firmly as it rode up the inside of her thigh, and in spite of herself, she began to become more aroused. Tantalizingly close to where she was joined, his hands shifted to gripping her ass, and started massaging each of her cheeks in circles, spreading them slightly more with each rotation.The effect was almost trance-like after all of the adrenalin had coursed through her, and she found herself tilting her hips back into his large hands. The feelings of helplessness and being possessed began to merge in her, and Anna let her head hang down down as she abandoned her self to the feelings. She twitched and gasped a bit when his hands left her flushed ass and began their trip down her other leg. They were pressing her legs farther apart so Anna moved her other ankle against the rail, spread herself as far as she could. There was a part of her that cringed at how shameless she had become tonight, but now that the fear had dissipated, her carnal need had come back with a vengeance, and her impetuous behavior had cost her a night of passion with her Master, so this would have to do. She felt as if she were in heat, and nothing short of being taken would be enough to slake her thirst. Her second ankle was quickly done, and she felt him stand behind her and grasp her hips again. She needed more, she yearned for intimate contact so she bent forward and pressed back with her warm ass trying in vain to make contact. He chuckled softly, and pressed her hips back against the railing easily defeating her resistance, then he began to slide his hands up along her back. She was amazed how erotic his touch was, exploring the muscles of her back in an unhurried way, working up and out toward her shoulders. Her breasts began to tingle as her worked over her bra strap, and her nipples were firm and alert, moving slightly inside the cups as me manipulated the muscles of her back. As his hands reach her shoulders, they worked the muscles slowly and deeply before he drew her upright and flexed her shoulders back, thumbs pressing in along her spine. His breath was on the left side of her neck as he whispered "Stand up straight and display those beautiful breasts of yours. Moan if you want me to massage them as well." Without hesitation, Anna let out a prolonged moan, hoping that he would be as skilled and firm as he was in exploring her back. In contrast to to his previous languid movements, his hands shot under her arms and forcefully grasped her breasts, squeezing them while avoiding her nipples. She pressed herself into his hands, throwing her head back to press even deeper. He responded by pressing himself into her, and for the first time she felt his swollen manhood pressing against her ass. She felt the heat radiating from him, and swayed her hips until his hardness was lodged as deeply between her cheeks as clothing would allow. She squeezed the lobes of her ass around his cock, wanting to milk it, draw forth the fierce passion she felt coiled in him. If she was going to be taken bound in the fashion, she wanted everything he would giver her. Her mind was now being driven by her lust and her need, she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings; she was captivated by every place his body pressed against hers. He released her breasts to savagely pull open her blouse, and she felt the sudden chill of the night air as her chest was exposed, and then her bra was pulled down under her breasts, making them jut upwards into the night. Anna's breath caught as the breeze surprised her stiff nipples, following by a gasp and then more moaning as his hands trapped her breasts again, now his thumbs and forefingers were stroking, rolling, and pinching her sensitive nipples. Anna reeled as the feelings overwhelmed her; the domination, the being bound, her body exposed for anyone to see, the hot body pressing against her, the hard cock pressing deep into the crease of her ass, she wanted even more. She wanted the man who controlled her now to make her moan, make her cry out, make her cum so hard she passed out. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that he was raising her skirt until the breeze began to run across the soaked panties that covered her womanhood. A shiver ran across her even as her core burned, but Anna's heart skipped a beat as heard a mechanical click behind her. A moment later she felt a cold metal edge on her hip and flinched away from it. Without warning he smacked her ass and then pressed the blade against her hip again. "Hold still wench, these panties have to go!" Anna felt first one, then the other side of her panties being cut away. The remains of her panties fell away into the darkness, and the breeze blew against her wet slit, furthering her exposure and embarrassment. Now there was nothing standing between the man and her nether regions, and she found herself unsure whether that was bad or not. His hands returned to her hips, but they were still as she felt his breath across her neck. What Do I Dare? Pt. 02 "My sweet, by all rights I should just take you, drug you, and then pack up my prize to make full use at my leisure. But, I suspect that you are new to this, and thus may need it demonstrated to you that you truly want this life. So, her are your choices. If you choose to orgasm in the next 10 minutes, then you are choosing this life. On the other hand, if you do not orgasm in the next ten minutes, I will leave you to your own devices and be on my way. Do you understand your choices?" Anna nodded her head slowly, but a veil of lust clouded her mind, and the truth was she she wasn't sure what she wanted more. Confused, but trying to clear her mind, Anna took a couple of long breaths through her nose, and felt the fog began to clear. On one hand, she could just let things take their course, and she wasn't very far from what she expected was going to be a pretty explosive orgasm. The other alternative was to resist her body's yearnings, and keep her passion at bay for just ten minutes. With each breath, Anna became for confident she could do this, she could control her urges. That idea collapsed as soon as he started touching her again. His hands eased from a firm grip on her hips and transitioned to feathery finger tips tracing the lobes of her ass, ending in lightly grasping her in both hands, squeezing slowly. Anna blinked, wondering how someone who could casually talk about her death could be so gentle and seductive. Her pulse was starting to race again, and she was already so wet she was surprised that it wasn't running down her leg. As the circles widened and his grasp strengthened, and the air caressed her nether regions when he slowly spread her apart, and she found herself yearning that he would expose her and forcefully take her and fill her aching emptiness. Unbidden, low moans escaped Anna's lips, and her head hung slack as the feelings began to overwhelm her. The emotional extremes she had weathered had caught up to her, and she was spent. As he loomed behind her and moved her body with ease, she saw no alternative but to sink into his hands. She had wanted to fight, resist, but the fire burning in her loins would not go out. She was resigned to whatever happened next; Anna's only regret that she had not submitted to her Master when she had the chance. As if he was reading her mind, his left hand released the delicious hold on the left lob of her ass, and swept around to first stroke and then seize her left breast. The sudden fierceness caused her head to snap up and Anna gasped as the touch shot a cord of energy directly from the breast into her core between her hips. They were connected now, and as his hand kneaded her breast, her breath became shorter, and her world began to narrow. He pressed himself in against her, and she leaned back as far as she could with her restraints, yearning to feel his body against her. His right hand slip along her hip until it pressed between her thighs and Anna found herself holding her breath even as her body writhed against her bonds. Her breath escaped in a hiss as his had covered her womanhood possessively. Cupping her in his large hand, his fingers played against her slit, and then teased her pussy lips apart; stroking, teasing, opening her up. Lust filled Anna now as she hovered near the edge of ecstasy, wondering, waiting for when he would take her body fully and claim her. His fingers continued to press more firmly on her exposed lips, growing slick with her juices, but he skillfully avoided her clit even as she swayed her hips, and then she began to hungrily thrust towards his fingers, trying to get them inside of her, to fill her, complete her. She began to panic a bit and became more erratic; she was soooo close, realizing that he was keeping her there, controlling her passion, while still denying her that sweet release. Anna was both frantic and indignant now - she was bound to a balcony rail overlooking a large dining area, both her aroused breasts and dripping pussy exposed for any that would look carefully, with this hulking stranger keeping her at the edge of an orgasm to feed his desire for control and dominance. His left hand reached across and squeezed her right breast, eliciting a long moan that even the gag couldn't quiet. Without releasing her breast, his thumb and forefinger trapped her stiff nipple tightly, rolling the nipple in a wickedly slow twist that grew increasingly firm until the pleasure edged pain, and in-spite of her self, Anna moaned harder and pressed her chest into his grip. Anna wanted him badly now, and she worked her warm ass against the hard cock pressing against her, humping up and down within her limited range. She wanted to hear that zipper, and she wanted to feel the fierce penetration of that rigid manhood. Just as soon as she felt the first jets of hot cum, she would cum just as fiercely, and he wouldn't be able to stop her. It was a battle of sexual wills now, and she would use her body get her orgasm, no matter how she had to debase herself. For the first time she allowed herself complete abandon in her love noises, moaning in time to her movements, grunting to accentuate her strokes as she humped against him. She felt his warm breath on her neck again, and he started matching her strokes, making a primal growl against the corner of her jaw. It was low, fierce, and raw, and the cord of energy between her breasts and core began to pulse to it. The pace of the stroking accelerated, and for the first time Anna thought she could provoke him into cumming, and thus find her release as well. She gripped the railing firmly and braced herself, her muffled moans and grunts matching her thrusting, confident that he was now as close as her. If he was foolish enough to spray all of that yummy hot cum in his pants, it was his loss, she was set to explode either way. Even in a runting haze, he somehow knew her plan even as she thought it. His left hand suddenly abandoned her breast, and was at her throat, squeezing. Anna froze stunned, and very much afraid again. "What a sneaky little fucktoy you are! You won't go the 10 minutes, and you're such a horny little slave you want me to cum too!" He began to squeeze the sides of her neck more, and she could feel her pulse racing under his fingers. "I'll cum when I am good and ready, but you'll be coming now my slavish wench!" With no warning his middle digit plunged deep into her pussy, and Anna clinched it like a lifeline. He thrust against her ass at the same time, spreading her ass and jamming his trouser-encased cock against her so hard that it rubbed the rosebud of her ass with a delicious tingling. His right hand cupping and thrusting into her was going to quickly finish her. She began to wail as she was pinned between his dominating finger and stiff cock rubbing up and down her ass. His grip was just within controlled on her throat, and she was feeling light-headed at he accelerated her forward. Suddenly he released her throat and plucked the soaked pocket square from her mouth, the fresh, cool night air sharp on her throat as she was panting now. "It would be a pity for all the guests below to not hear you cum for me wouldn't it? We can't have that." There was a small laugh in his whisper, as now two fingers and then three were plunging into her as he bucked hard against her inflamed ass. She was immersed in passion, and she only vaguely heard her much louder moans as she gave her self over to his ministrations. She was close now, and en-clouded in lust she absorbed his thrusts she didn't realize that she had begun to wail in gasps, her eyes hooded and her head against his shoulder. The dinner conversations began to quiet below, and some heads came up to peer into the darkness. The unmistakable sounds of passion gathering an audience of peering onlookers. Anna was in her own world now, and her focus was on the fingers pistoning in and out of her engorged pussy lips, spreading her opening, driving ever deeper, filling her even as increasing wetness gave rise to a juicy squishing and slapping with each powerful stroke. She had never tried anal, but the tingling around her rosebud had gone to a burning lust to be filled there as well. His left hand found her breasts again, roughly squeezing their mass and twisting the nipples, moving from one to the other in a rapid pace that matched his demanding hips. Her rhythmic wailing was full of lust and need, and the audience was stilled; enthralled by the shadowy performance over their heads. Anna would have cum instantly if she had see all of the eyes, male and female, straining to see the love-making on the balcony as she built into a crescendo. Without warning his thumb found her clit, and buzzed over it in tight circles, finishing her into a stupendous orgasm that clinched her entire body. In that moment, his fingers deeply buried in her clenching pussy, he impaled her and lifted her off her toes, bearing her upward until the railing groaned from the strain, and her limbs were taut against her bindings. Her joints strained and the bindings bit into her skin, but it only sent her higher into another orgasm. She was silenced by the intensity now, but the undulating wail and moan as she had orgasmed the first time hung over the silent crowd below. There were some gasps of shock (and envy), and then there arose first a smattering, then building round of applause as the audience, especially men, acknowledged a most moving performance. The women for the most part sat and glared, looked down in embarrassment, or their faces wore small smiles as they replayed the performance in their minds eye with them in lead role. No one was left untouched, one way or the other. Anna lost track of time and space as all of the pent-up sexual energy of months flooded forth without constraint, and her cum ran over his hand and down her leg in large quantities. As her breathing slowed, she continued to be held aloft, against his body as if he would rip the railing off the walls to more completely fill her. It was so delightfully primal, that improbably, she felt another wave of arousal building. Then she felt the cool night air as well, and began to hear the applause and cat-calls. She snapped her head down and saw that some men had arisen from their tables and were applauding with flushed faces, some obviously lust-filled by her aria of passion. She was immediately ashamed, amazed and aroused that these men were looking at her, burning for her. Anna wanted to cover herself, conceal herself, but she was being held aloft by her still clinching pussy, and she had to admit she truly had proven to be a fucktoy for this man. He set her gently on her feet again, removing his hand to steady her by holding her high across the chest, his wet hand and wrist grasping her left breast; she mused to herself that he was soaked, as her own juices ran down her flushed chest. She was chagrined to think that her Master should have experienced her glorious wetness, as He had build that need in her slowly over the preceding months. A wave of melancholy sadness flowed over Anna. Her hands closed on the rails, and she steadied herself, taking deep breaths to clear her head. She was too shaky to do anything as she felt herself being unbound, and inwardly she was amazed to find the heights that a stranger could take her. Anna had thought she was her Master's very private fucktoy, but her wantonness with a complete stranger shook her image of herself. Providing an impromptu live sex show for a dinner audience - that started to make her head swim and her loins burn all over again. She had no idea what was next, but she was past fighting. Her willfulness and impetuous choices had put her into the hands of a stranger who would use her fully; The thought of having missed her chance to be with her Master struck her hard in that moment, and tears began to run down her cheeks, and her knees grew weak. Crying was not going to help her status, or what was left of her makeup, but she grew wistful at what she had missed. So close ... and so she began cry quietly. A sexually spent, disrobed, and disheveled woman leaned against her old friend the railing, and gave herself over to the emotions washing over her. He was behind her again, something large and heavy rubbing against her exposed shoulders, back and ass. She surmised it was his overcoat, because it swallowed her easily as he wrapped it around her. Even though it was rough against her skin, she welcomed the warmth, and knew that it would conceal what a mess she was. Her nipples, breasts and ass rubbed against the inner lining, and once again her need began to build despite the circumstances. Once again proving her Master's words that she was indeed a horny vixen. His voice was in her ear again, and while his whisper was calm, there was no doubt of the urgency. "That was a spectacular performance my Dear, and while some desire an encore, I suspect that some more base men are on their way to demand a private performance. So we must away with all haste, as I have arranged for the use of the private exit, out of sight of your newly acquired fan-base." His voice was clearer now, no longer muffled; his voice was rich, low, and reassuring. She felt safer hearing his voice, safe in his arms. She was weak and woozy, and even as she stopped crying he turned her to half guide, half carry her toward the doorway. unsure on her feet, she felt a dreamlike safety now, and couldn't understand it - so out of place. She took a couple halting steps, and he caught her as she stumbled in her new heels. "Careful Dear, or these new heels are going to be the death of you" He chuckled even as he held her up and urged her forward. It was then that the realization hit her, and she started to crumble as the pieces came flashing to the fore-front of her mind. He used that name - "Dear", He knew they were new heels, He had that deep, resonate voice, He made her feel safe and cared for, even as He told her what to do - it was her Master! He keep her from crashing to the floor, but as she turned limp, he had to pivot and catch her full body weight, causing him to grunt, then bear her back upright into his broad chest. His face was only dimly lit, but she recognized the caring eyes that burned into her, and she just got more light-headed. Despite her foolishness, He had protected her from herself. Being the Master he was, He had given her an enormous scare, and then the most public and explosive chain of orgasms she had ever experienced. Anna was speechless, and the swirling emotions kept her so. She felt Him tighten His grip with one arm, and then reach up and lightly finger the pendant and choker at her neck. He smirked and then laughed before pointing out the blindingly obvious. "You lost my Dear, and so now you are truly mine. Do YOU contest this?" His smile was pleasant, but His gaze was fierce as He held her with just one arm and stroked her cheek for a moment. She willed herself to nod her head weakly, but she didn't dare speak. He looked into her face for just a moment longer then hoisted her erect, and His hand slid inside the overcoat to grasp her womanhood possessively. She started a bit, but did not fight His familiarity. Truth be told, the feeling of being owned, taken, held warmed her loins in way she had never known before. "Now, before the pack of male wolves descend on us or the females call the law, we must be off with graceful haste." There was that lustful smile again, and a last squeeze and stroke of her pussy lips before He turned towards the doorway and squared His shoulders. "Remember, walk with you head up, back straight, and stride in those heels like you own the place. It will remain our secret what a wonderfully naughty fucktoy you are for me." With that He swept the curtained privacy barrier to one side, took her in arm, and casually passed some folded bills to the wait staff that had been standing across the barrier. "Let's be off Dear, the night is young!" ============= Author's Note - Feedback and votes are always welcome. Thank you for kind words and encouragement!