Double dare and dare again – A mistress from another world – part 16

It was such a lovely evening that my Mistress decided to take me out tonight, to a fancy quiet restaurant, as a treat. Well, since I’m the one fulfilling her financial needs, it was a treat from me to her to me again, but nevertheless, this was a nice gesture and needles to say, one that happens… well, never.

I was surprised to see her wearing a long black wavy dress, since I know she loves tight dresses on her perfect body, turning all the heads as she walks proudly, throwing contemptuous looks here and there. Perhaps she’s not feeling that attractive tonight, or she’s in a bad mood. Maybe I can make this better for her…

We get to the restaurant… it was so quiet there that you could here almost every whisper, every fork and spoon touching the plates, even the mouths chewing the food. In a way, this was almost scary. We sat at our table and I looked at her, for any signs. She smiled at me, while browsing through the menu, and with a soft voice told me short:

“You’ll have what I have!”

I put my menu aside and wait for her to order. Didn’t really care what it was, as long as she’s happy with it. I took another look around us and wanted to say something, when all of a sudden I felt her leg rubbing against mine. What the hell? She acted like we were a couple on a second date, sending me signals. All confused I look at her and open my mouth to ask what is going on, but I soon realize that it’s best I don’t know. She was going up and upper with her leg, making me all excited and my crotch started to grow. I was just sitting there, all blushed and with an erection ready to pop my pants.

“When the waiter comes, you give the order…”. She points what she wants from the menu and keeps rubbing my foot up and down slowly, arousing the hell out of me. When the waiter came, I turned to him and managed to get only the first letter out of my mouth… she pushed her foot so hard on my hardened crotch that I could only squeak what was next from the order. The waiter looked at me all confused and asked if I need more time.

“No, he’ll tell you now” my Mistress says. She loosened the push and I wanted to start over again, but the same thing happened. This time, she pushed her leg so hard that she pushed me a few inches backwards. Another squeak from me, as if I had my balls caught in a mice trap. I just pointed on the menu with my trembling finger and the waiter left. She had a smug smile on her face and asked me: “was there something wrong?” – “No Mistress… nothing wrong, I just couldn’t find my words there for a second”. She smiles again, letting me know now that everything is ok. That’s why the long wavy dress, she needed room to play with her feet.

The food comes and I get ready to eat, but she doesn’t. “Is something wrong?” I ask. She brings the plate closer to her and spits on the food, easy and quietly. She then takes my plate and replaces it with hers.

“I dare you to eat that food Slave”. Since I kiss the ground that she walks on, I lick the chair where she sits and I could easily put anything in my mouth that comes from her, this was not so much of a challenge.

“Get your chair closer to the table”. I submit to her request and I get myself stuck to the table, half of me being under the table. She starts rubbing my legs again, up and down with the same sexy moves as before. She even spreads my legs to have a wider area for rubbing. I love this… I put the fork in the food and just as I take the first bite, I hear a knock in the table and next thing I feel is her heel smashing hard on my hard crotch. The hit was so hard that I chocked on the food and started to cough loudly.

“Get your pants down, now!”

I was still trying to catch my breath, my eyes were in tears. I pulled my pants down, covering myself with the tablecloth. She spreaded my shivering legs again and with her bare feet, surrounded my wounded manhood and started to rub it gentle. It began to grow and grow again, as she was doing an amazing job.

“Eat…”

Now this was a challenge… I was now even more exposed and waiting for another kick to blow my balls inside my body. Trembling, I got the fork and kept delaying the trip from the plate to my mouth. She was rubbing my genitals harder and harder, making impossible for me to be able to do anything else. The movement was so hard that my chair started to scratch the floor and people started to stare. I was all blushed, eyes down in my plate and almost moaning. In the meantime, she raised her hand asking for the note. I was hoping for the best, that we’d go home and continue this game, willing to take as many hits on my junk as long as these rounds of pleasure would accompany them.

The waiter comes to our table and she stops. She pulls her chair way back, leaving a huge gap till the table. Ok, so she doesn’t want to leave any trace of suspicion, that’s good. But as the waiter reaches me, she laughs so hard that all the people turn their eyes to us, grabs the table and pulls towards her…

By Savvy Femina