congratulatory tone and his questions indicated to me April had told him how she'd curbed my erection, not allowing me to climax. It was more than embarrassing.
"Yes, Master, he was obedient. At times he's been a little reluctant, but like you said it's all new to him. All in all he did well I thought.” April gave me an almost proud look and then she added. “I think he's been very anxious about meeting you."
Now Paulo turned his head and gave me a seemingly unfathomable look. His face wasn't angry or disapproving of me, but it wasn't approving either. He continued to stare and my fear rose sharply. What does he want of me?
A tense moment passed and then Paulo's eyes broke the stare and his hand moved under the table close to my leg. “Does seeing my bitch dressed like this turn you on, slave?"
All I could think of was what I knew of pack behavior and it seemed to me Paulo was exercising his prerogative as the alpha wolf by staring and in a his own way snarling at a me to make me show deference to his authority so I did. “Yes, sir, very much."
"Good, did you know it turns her on to dress like the slut she is?” His eyes again demanded an answer.
"Ahhh . . . I suppose I did, sir. She has a very sexy body.” His questions might have been intended to freak me out, but I was proud they didn't and I was giving him what April advised, complete honesty.
"Excellent, well, let's see how much it turns her on.” With no warning to April, Paulo's hands slipped under the table and up under her tight PVC skirt along her inner thigh. My eyes went immediately to April's eyes and I saw them get wide when I assumed Paulo's fingers slipped into her slave cunt.
Paulo took his time; touching and perhaps penetrating deeply into her inner wetness until despite her attempt to maintain her composure a long, needy sigh came from April's lips. This seemed to be a signal to Paulo that he had her where he apparently wanted her and his hand left her in this condition, no doubt copiously wet, sexed up, and definitely needing more of his touch. He brought his hand just barely out from under the table so I could see his fingers glistening with her juices.
"Yes, my slut slave is quite wet, as I like her. May I touch you, Scott, just to illustrate a point? Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” Paulo was still looking me over, perhaps evaluating me, but he was smiling so I assume he was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it that way so I acquiesced.
"Yes, sir, of course.” I had no idea what to expect from him, but I felt refusing was the wrong thing to do right now.
With catlike quickness, Paulo brought his hand to my face and wiped his wet, pungent fingers on and under my nose. “There, slave, smell her juices. That should get you stiff again and maybe this time she'll let you cum. Are you beginning to get a picture of how your life will be as her bitch slave?"
Oh my god. Stunned, I could barely believe what was happening to me. Here in a public restaurant a stranger, who was also a macho stud guy, had just wiped his fingers laden with his lover's pussy juice on my face. Of course he was right as the pungent aroma of April's sex was immediately beginning to arouse me, but how should I answer his question? Should I just get up and leave right now thereby ending this game of submission or should I let things flow onward?
Right now, I was both humiliated and aroused and I began to realize submission might be a more powerful sexual excitement than I had ever known. I had opened up to it and it was flowing rampantly in my veins now so how could I just stop, but how could a lifestyle I'd been almost unaware of two weeks ago be so powerful now? I felt as if I had no ability to stop even if I wanted to.
"Yes, Sir, I guess I am beginning to understand.” I paused and then more words just seemed to tumble out of my mouth as if by naked instinct. “I . . . feel humiliated, but I want it and I can't seem to stop wanting it."
Paulo laughed politely.
"Yes, Master, he was obedient. At times he's been a little reluctant, but like you said it's all new to him. All in all he did well I thought.” April gave me an almost proud look and then she added. “I think he's been very anxious about meeting you."
Now Paulo turned his head and gave me a seemingly unfathomable look. His face wasn't angry or disapproving of me, but it wasn't approving either. He continued to stare and my fear rose sharply. What does he want of me?
A tense moment passed and then Paulo's eyes broke the stare and his hand moved under the table close to my leg. “Does seeing my bitch dressed like this turn you on, slave?"
All I could think of was what I knew of pack behavior and it seemed to me Paulo was exercising his prerogative as the alpha wolf by staring and in a his own way snarling at a me to make me show deference to his authority so I did. “Yes, sir, very much."
"Good, did you know it turns her on to dress like the slut she is?” His eyes again demanded an answer.
"Ahhh . . . I suppose I did, sir. She has a very sexy body.” His questions might have been intended to freak me out, but I was proud they didn't and I was giving him what April advised, complete honesty.
"Excellent, well, let's see how much it turns her on.” With no warning to April, Paulo's hands slipped under the table and up under her tight PVC skirt along her inner thigh. My eyes went immediately to April's eyes and I saw them get wide when I assumed Paulo's fingers slipped into her slave cunt.
Paulo took his time; touching and perhaps penetrating deeply into her inner wetness until despite her attempt to maintain her composure a long, needy sigh came from April's lips. This seemed to be a signal to Paulo that he had her where he apparently wanted her and his hand left her in this condition, no doubt copiously wet, sexed up, and definitely needing more of his touch. He brought his hand just barely out from under the table so I could see his fingers glistening with her juices.
"Yes, my slut slave is quite wet, as I like her. May I touch you, Scott, just to illustrate a point? Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” Paulo was still looking me over, perhaps evaluating me, but he was smiling so I assume he was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it that way so I acquiesced.
"Yes, sir, of course.” I had no idea what to expect from him, but I felt refusing was the wrong thing to do right now.
With catlike quickness, Paulo brought his hand to my face and wiped his wet, pungent fingers on and under my nose. “There, slave, smell her juices. That should get you stiff again and maybe this time she'll let you cum. Are you beginning to get a picture of how your life will be as her bitch slave?"
Oh my god. Stunned, I could barely believe what was happening to me. Here in a public restaurant a stranger, who was also a macho stud guy, had just wiped his fingers laden with his lover's pussy juice on my face. Of course he was right as the pungent aroma of April's sex was immediately beginning to arouse me, but how should I answer his question? Should I just get up and leave right now thereby ending this game of submission or should I let things flow onward?
Right now, I was both humiliated and aroused and I began to realize submission might be a more powerful sexual excitement than I had ever known. I had opened up to it and it was flowing rampantly in my veins now so how could I just stop, but how could a lifestyle I'd been almost unaware of two weeks ago be so powerful now? I felt as if I had no ability to stop even if I wanted to.
"Yes, Sir, I guess I am beginning to understand.” I paused and then more words just seemed to tumble out of my mouth as if by naked instinct. “I . . . feel humiliated, but I want it and I can't seem to stop wanting it."
Paulo laughed politely.
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