The Restaurant ( vintage 1993 BDSM, written by a younger Old Perv )

[OldPerv]

She sits quietly, her head bowed slightly at all times,
as she has been taught.

It is subtle, but effective.
He knows, she knows, but no one else.

Or do they?

Is it possible that some one is watching, pretending not to ?
Perhaps the waiter, or that couple by the door ?

His eyes certainly followed her, as they walked to the table.

Was it simply another pair of nice legs, clad in silk stockings,
highlighted by her short black leather skirt and black heels...

...or did he sense something when they walked by ?

Certainly Master will play a game with them and find out.
Once he is certain they are watching, Master will signal.

She will look up in time to see them turn away.
She will, at long last know that feeling, for which she longs.

Master will look into her eyes and she in his.
Her eyes will tell him if she wishes to continue,
or save it for another day ?

Master read her pleading eyes, he smiled.
Master poured her a glass of wine and placed it in front of her.

She sipped from the glass, holding it in both hands, almost ceremoniously.
She placed the glass back on the table, Master moved it away.

Master was playing, ever so gently, with the natives.
She was pleased.....

Master spoke..."Why don't you make yourself comfortable ?"

She tried not to show her delight,
as she unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse.
She hoped Master would not be angered.
He reached over and unbuttoned one more.

That was his signal, she looked up...
the natives turned away.
If only she could harness that feeling...

The waiter came by, poured some wine into each of their glasses.
His eyes trained on her exposed flesh.

"Might I be of further service sir?" the entranced waiter managed to ask.

"Desert, my dear?"...Master enquired.

"No...I think I've had enough."...she replied.

The natives eyes pleaded for more, as Master reached for his keys.
It was as it should be.

Master glanced at the note which the waiter had left on the table.

He passed it to her and said simply, "You decide my dear."

It was a note from the young lady sitting just behind him.

"I have seen you at the club."
"I have witnessed the game you have just played here."
"May I join the two of you this evening, as your servant?"

When they reached the car, she turned and handed him the crumpled note.
As he turned to place it in the waste basket, a tiny smirk crossed her face.

She thought, "I hope Master is taking me home to play?"

[OldPerv]

The limbs of her long slender body bound by chains,
drawn from the four posts of his bed.

Tonight she would abandon her fears
and he would devour her soul,
in a feast of anguish and pleasure.

[OldPerv]

She sits before her masters throne,
naked of the clothing,
which she has removed herself.

Without sight,
by the blindfold she placed herself.

Bound, by the cuffs,
she fastened herself.

She kneels,
not because he instructed her to,
but because that is how she perceived,
he would like to see her.

She realised, this was her moment,
as much as his.

And that feeling drove her, to want this moment...
to be all it could be.

So, she decides...
I want to taste Master.

Not because it will bring him pleasure.
Not because she feels it is necessary, for herself.
Not because of the pleasure that comes,
with the unrestrained giving of herself.

But because she trusts.
Her Master would not have suggested it,
if there wasn't a moment,
just around the corner,
that would be heightened,
by this act of giving.

So, she tasted her new Master,
only for a moment,
and she knew...

[OldPerv]

The next time she met with him,
she would wear no blindfold.
She would enter a pleasantly busy little bar.

Master would be there, but where.
She has tasted him,
He has explored her.
He knew the feel of her sweet lips.

But she had never seen him,
she was blind folded.

Somewhere in this room,
was her Master.
He, who knew her,
who had explored her.
He who knew the feel of her sweet lips.

Only one person, in this bar,
knows who he is.

She will take but one sip,
from the glass of wine,
which was brought to her, unordered.

And she will wait, with anticipation,
the one who will pass by,
and take it away...
her Master.

He slips past her table,
lifts the glass from her hand.
He moves to his table and places it across from him.

Her eyes now know him,
for the first time.
She will observe him from her table.

She has tasted him,
He has explored her,
He has known the feel of her sweet lips.

Now, she will decide whether to join him,
or run home,
to the safety of her computer.

[OldPerv]

She had spent so much time,
getting to know him by his postings.

Finally, she agreed to meet.
Somewhere public.
The Restaurant was perfect.

She agreed, with delight, to expose her breasts to those who wished to peak.
In public, she allowed him to undue one more button.

She agreed to get into his van,
to strip herself naked,
to blindfold herself,
to take his manhood into her mouth
and taste him.

She had spent so much time,
getting to know him by his postings.

She was comfortable with all of his requests.

THEN...she got home.
She signed in.

"My dear, the gentleman, whom you exposed yourself to,
who you allowed to undo one more button than you were comfortable with."
"My dear, that gentle man tells me he enjoyed his time with you."

"My dear, the other gentleman, who joined you in my van,
who you stripped yourself naked for,
who you blindfolded yourself for,
who you took into your mouth and tasted."

"My dear, he tells me he enjoyed his time with you, as well."
"My dear, they both told me you were worth the money they paid me,
to live their fantasies with you."

"My dear, you told me that you tired of all the attention,
of the men who fussed over you,
of the men who tried to impress you...
because of your beauty."

"My dear, you told me you were tired of the Princess treatment."
"My dear, you told me you wanted to be used, like a cheap slut,
like a cheap whore."

"So, my dear...how does it feel ?"

"If you wish to continue, meet me at the bar tonight."
"You know the routine, you have been well advised."
"Once you have seen me for the first time,
you decide...do we continue ?"

She was so confused...she trusted him and he passed her around like a cheap whore.
But wait, that is what she had told him she wanted to feel.

"My dear, be careful what you ask for."

[OldPerv]

He wasn't the handsome prince, that she sometimes pictured,
...as she pleasured herself,
...as she read his messages.

He was quite acceptable though.
He was some one,
...she would be honoured to join, in public.

Then, she looked into his eyes.
They held her prisoner.
She could not look away.

As she stared into his eyes,
...she recalled how he had controlled her.
...she recalled how he made her imagine things that weren't real.
...she recalled how he sold her attention to strangers.
...she recalled how he had given her,
...everything see had asked for.

Without breaking the bond that their eyes had maintained.
She stood and moved to his table,
...oblivious to everything and every one else, in the room.

He placed her drink in front of her.
He placed, beside it, two crisp one hundred dollar bills.

"They tell me you were worth every penny"...he advised.

A tear came to her eyes, as she glanced down at the bills.
He had advised her that he had sold her, like a cheap whore.
But until she saw the bills, sitting in front of her,
...she had maintained some faint hope,
...that he was just playing with her mind.

The two one hundred dollar bills, they were too tangible to ignore.
They were confirmation of a terrible truth.

A truth that said sadly, she had indeed gotten everything she had asked for.

Tears streamed down her face, as she picked up the bills.

"I will put them in my secret drawer,
...with my lotions and restraints."

"Every time I am annoyed by the men, fussing over me,
...grovelling for my attention."

"Every time I get pissed off with all the ' Princess treatment.',
...I will open the drawer and hold them,
...and the anger will pass quickly."

They will remind me.

Getting her nerve back, she looked straight into his eyes,
and challenged... "So, whats next ?"

He looked into her eyes and smiled.
He had brought her the strength to face her fears.
His duties were accomplished.

Now it was time for his reward...