April late entry - dinner for one
Karen had received the invitation out of the blue. It had taken her a bit by surprise. Okay they had been talking in the online chat room for a while, exchanged photos and she had even said she was eager to do submissive tasks for him online. He had asked her about her fantasies and what she wanted to do but felt inhibited to do. Sha had said she wanted to be a submissive if she could find the right Master. But when she got the message in the forum it took her breath away.
His note had just been simple. “If you want to make a dream come true be at ‘Marco’s’ at seven tonight. Wear what we talked about.”
She had immediately mailed and sent private messages but none were replied to and she could see he was online in the forum. She didn’t know what to do. They had talked the last few night’s about what it might be like to meet. He had asked what she would wear to dinner if they went and how she imagined it might be. It had been very pleasant to imagine. The thought not only made the butterflies in her stomach start to flutter but actually started to make her feel aroused.
She felt she could trust him but she knew it was not a good idea to go with out precautions. She did not take long to decide and quickly phoned her friend Wendy. She told her excitedly about the message and that she wanted Wendy to phone her at ten past seven to check she was all right. Wendy told her that web site she went to was going to get her into trouble but she said she would phone. “At least it will be in public” Wendy had said.
Karen felt the excitement all afternoon as she thought about it, and more than once decided not to go before changing her mind back again. As she got changed she could feel her excitement rising her hands shaking to tie the long length of chiffon around her waist. She had to redo it twice to get it sitting just right as it made a corset about her waist and stomach. She felt it gently restricting her breath and making her breathing just a touch heavier and heightening the growing excitement she felt. She took awhile to tie the ends at the base of her rib cage and then open the material to come up over her breasts and tie it behind her neck halter neck style. It was hard to get it tight enough to provide some support but not so tight it dug into her neck.
She looked at herself and cursed as she struggle to bend over slip on the tiny plain black thong she had been saving “for that special occasion”. The ‘corset’ restricted her when she bent but she didn’t want to have to undo it. Then she stepped in to the dress. She had loved wearing it and now using the corset it fitted nearly perfectly. A simple, black strapless bodice with a long skirt that had a long slit up both side. She looked in the mirror.
The time was flying. She had wanted to put stockings on but knew, in the corset, it would be impossible without being awfully late. Taking a last look she slipped on her very best high heels. It always made her feel so confident to be taller and know her legs looked longer. She slipped a coat over her shoulders as she walked out of the door heels clicking on the pavement outside.
Her heart beat heavily all the way to ‘Marco’s’. She wondered if she had put too much scent on. Would not wearing stockings be a big disappointment to him? Would he turn out to be a weird geek? She hoped not. She felt he was the one she would like to make her fantasies of bondage and submission at last come to life. Yes, she felt he really might be the one.
It was as she walked into ‘Marco’s’ she realised she didn’t know who she was asking for. Suddenly she felt flustered and the adrenalin coursed through her. She wanted to run out but at the same time felt compelled to see this out. She looked at the door. She couldn’t see him. But would she recognise him from his picture he had sent online? She couldn’t see him and then a waiter approached her.
She jumped a little in surprise as he said “Can I help you Maam?”
She felt a little faint as she replied “Please.”
Karen was just about to try to explain how she was looking or a single man when the waiter said “Please follow me Miss Karen.” He looked at her for a moment and then led the way. They picked through some tables and at the back of the restaurant he stopped. They were standing in front of a wide crystal beaded curtain and the waiter drew it back and motioned for Karen to take a seat at the table there. Karen just looked at the bare and empty seats and the back at the waiter. He seemed to detect her puzzlement and said “Your gentleman asked that you should wait till he is ready for you Miss Karen.” And with that the waiter retired into the restaurant leaving Karen on her own.
She looked about and felt a bit despondant that her mysterious man on the net was not there to welcome here. Then she noticed an envelope on the table with her name, in purple ink with a fountain pen, on it. She looked for a moment to make sure what she had seen. Yes it was her name and she hesitantly opened it. Unfolding the crisp white paper she read the note in the same ink and the neat handwriting.
“Karen you have done well and I am pleased, so far. Now sit on the edge of the table, back to the curtain. Put your hands behind your back and wait. Look ahead at all times until you are instructed to do different."
She took it in for a moment and then did as the note instructed her. She now felt very excited. Not sure if she should go or not, but she sat on the edge of the table. It felt like for ever before anything happened but she wasn’t really sure how long she waited. Then the beads made a noise. She wanted to turn round but she heard the voice she had heard on the internet.
“Face the front Karen.”
She heard him move quietly and in moment she saw a cloth come over her eyes and then felt a blindfold being tied over her eyes. Her hands came up to it feeling the soft velvet.
“Put your hands behind your back Karen.” The voice wasn’t harsh but it was a voice she new meant to be obeyed. She lowered her hands putting them behind her back once more.
“I don’t think..”
“Karen, listen well. You want me to be your Master. I know this. So now you will do as I ask you. You may not want to do the things I ask, you may not like the things I ask but you will do them. You will do them to please me not to please you. You will do them when I ask and how I ask. I ask because it is my way. But I do not ask a second time.”
She sensed he had come to stand in front of her and she waited. He made her wait, knowing that the anticipation is often the sweetest part. Then he place his hands on her knees and parted them. She then felt him stand in front of her. She could smell his after shave and wondered what shade his blue eyes were. He was close, Karen could feel a warmth from his body. He got very close and then she felt him cuff her hands behind her. The metal was cool on her wrists.
She hadn’t worried till now if anyone else was observing and she hoped they weren’t. Her heart was pounding and now she was starting to feel the excitement and it turned her on. Not knowing what was to come only heightened her arousal. She felt as his hand touched her cheek. HE was appraising his prize she thought. She hoped he was pleased. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to please him but she knew she did. She could feel her chest rise and fall as she breathed and she felt her nipples stiffen under the chiffon, the material gently rubbing them and stimulating her. His hand traced down her cheek, then down her neck and down to her shoulder to the top of her dress.
Karen felt his hands on her thighs. Her legs exposed by the slit in her dress parted and the way her legs had been splayed. He lifted the font of the skirt of her dress, She felt the material being cast aside. He stepped closer and placed his hands about her waist and then powerfully he drew her to the edge of the table so she was perched on the edge. She could feel his torso next to her pussy and craved to feel him press closer still. Her breast were brushing his chest.
Then he stepped back a little and place his hand over her lace clad mound and pressed gently. As she sucked in her breath partly with surprise and partly with pleasure he spoke again.
“I asked you for dinner Karen. But you are not here to have dinner, you are for my dinner.” She could not help but press her groin into his hand as he spoke. “ You will stand before me and I am going to cut your clothes off. The you will lay on the table and I will have the waiters lay my food upon you as you lay there open and vulnerable. Then when thay have prepared you for me I am going to eat my dinner from you."
