I got up beside April she reacted negatively to my presence.
"No, you should walk behind me. Couples walk together, but we're not a couple.” Her words hit me hard, but I knew she was right. I was her slave and I had no right to expect to be treated like a lover.
Once we got inside, April took charge asking the maitre ‘de for a table for three which we were seated at in minutes. Once again I got caught in the no man's land between lover and slave as I tried to be gentlemanly by pulling out April's chair. She gave me a cold stare which told me not to do it again. Once she was seated, I reached to pull out the chair beside her at the round table, but she stopped me. I had assumed she would sit between Paulo and I, but when she pointed to the third chair which was separated from her by the empty chair I had intended to sit in, it hit me. Paulo would sit between April and I and this brought the point home to me dramatically. He was her Master and lover, not me.
Once I was seated, April gave me curt but clear instructions. “When my Master arrives, do not speak until he speaks to you. Once he acknowledges you, greet him, and if he asks you a question, answer it honestly. He will feel you out and at some point he'll tell us what he's thinking about you, but that might not happen right here. If he doesn't speak to you, don't worry, it doesn't mean he doesn't accept you. It probably only means he's still forming his opinion of you, or he might want to see how you react to being ignored. Do you understand what I'm saying, Scott?” April's voice was insistent that I understand, but her firmness only made me more nervous about meeting her Master.
"Yes, I understand, Lady April.” Already I felt awkward, like the whole restaurant was looking at me as I sat a chair away for her and now my anxiety began to steadily rise higher as we waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before April's eyes shifted and then focused on a tall, dark-haired young man who as he walked across the restaurant floor seemed to be receiving more than admiring glances from most of the women there. As he approached our table, he smiled at her and moved with the fluid confidence of someone who knows every female eye in the room is not only watching him, but desiring to be with him. What surprised me was he was not at all dressed up like we were, but instead he wore the simple white uniform shirt and dark blue pants of a city fireman. Well over six feet tall, Paulo's light brown skin matched April's and it was evident how his uniform bulged with rippling muscles no doubt obtained from hard workouts with the machine I had seen hanging on their bedroom door. In short, he looked like a Hispanic god who women might worship and for the first time I realized why April was as devoted to him as she was. I had to admit she would have been crazy to choose me over him.
"You look amazing, but I nearly didn't make it. We're shorthanded and the lieutenant nearly bagged me for another half shift. Luckily, I got out of it.” Those were Paulo's first words spoken directly to April as he sat down beside her. He never even looked at me.
April immediately moved her chair closer to him and to me it became obvious how differently she behaved in his presence. She fidgeted and immediately began to raise her chin to expose her neck while touching her hair. April was preening, displaying her body for her Master's approval and as I watched her do it I found I was getting turned on by her behavior.
As I'd been told, I remained silent, but as I watched them I wondered if she would introduce me at some point. Leaning forward, I hoped to catch her first words to him, but she thwarted me by moving in close to kiss his neck and then whispering in his ear before glancing at me.
"You did. Good for you. As I told you, to dominate you must be firm in the beginning. I'm glad to see you didn't give in to his need. Has he been obedient to you? No whining or refusals to obey?” Paulo's
"No, you should walk behind me. Couples walk together, but we're not a couple.” Her words hit me hard, but I knew she was right. I was her slave and I had no right to expect to be treated like a lover.
Once we got inside, April took charge asking the maitre ‘de for a table for three which we were seated at in minutes. Once again I got caught in the no man's land between lover and slave as I tried to be gentlemanly by pulling out April's chair. She gave me a cold stare which told me not to do it again. Once she was seated, I reached to pull out the chair beside her at the round table, but she stopped me. I had assumed she would sit between Paulo and I, but when she pointed to the third chair which was separated from her by the empty chair I had intended to sit in, it hit me. Paulo would sit between April and I and this brought the point home to me dramatically. He was her Master and lover, not me.
Once I was seated, April gave me curt but clear instructions. “When my Master arrives, do not speak until he speaks to you. Once he acknowledges you, greet him, and if he asks you a question, answer it honestly. He will feel you out and at some point he'll tell us what he's thinking about you, but that might not happen right here. If he doesn't speak to you, don't worry, it doesn't mean he doesn't accept you. It probably only means he's still forming his opinion of you, or he might want to see how you react to being ignored. Do you understand what I'm saying, Scott?” April's voice was insistent that I understand, but her firmness only made me more nervous about meeting her Master.
"Yes, I understand, Lady April.” Already I felt awkward, like the whole restaurant was looking at me as I sat a chair away for her and now my anxiety began to steadily rise higher as we waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before April's eyes shifted and then focused on a tall, dark-haired young man who as he walked across the restaurant floor seemed to be receiving more than admiring glances from most of the women there. As he approached our table, he smiled at her and moved with the fluid confidence of someone who knows every female eye in the room is not only watching him, but desiring to be with him. What surprised me was he was not at all dressed up like we were, but instead he wore the simple white uniform shirt and dark blue pants of a city fireman. Well over six feet tall, Paulo's light brown skin matched April's and it was evident how his uniform bulged with rippling muscles no doubt obtained from hard workouts with the machine I had seen hanging on their bedroom door. In short, he looked like a Hispanic god who women might worship and for the first time I realized why April was as devoted to him as she was. I had to admit she would have been crazy to choose me over him.
"You look amazing, but I nearly didn't make it. We're shorthanded and the lieutenant nearly bagged me for another half shift. Luckily, I got out of it.” Those were Paulo's first words spoken directly to April as he sat down beside her. He never even looked at me.
April immediately moved her chair closer to him and to me it became obvious how differently she behaved in his presence. She fidgeted and immediately began to raise her chin to expose her neck while touching her hair. April was preening, displaying her body for her Master's approval and as I watched her do it I found I was getting turned on by her behavior.
As I'd been told, I remained silent, but as I watched them I wondered if she would introduce me at some point. Leaning forward, I hoped to catch her first words to him, but she thwarted me by moving in close to kiss his neck and then whispering in his ear before glancing at me.
"You did. Good for you. As I told you, to dominate you must be firm in the beginning. I'm glad to see you didn't give in to his need. Has he been obedient to you? No whining or refusals to obey?” Paulo's
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