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Chapter 18
A few pubs and
several drinks later I’m feeling really happy and more than a little
pissed. You have also managed to relax
even though you are stone cold sober.
Entering the Two Trees, a pub that has a dance floor you once again go
to the bar to buy our drinks. While I’m
waiting a drunken sailor falls into me as he is staggering on his way to the
toilet. When he realises he has bumped
into an attractive blonde his eyes light up and with a leer he leans right into
my face.
‘Ello
darlin’, you looks a bit of
alright. Hows about a dance then?’
Wrinkling my nose in
disgust I lean back away from his stinking beer breath and putting a fake smile
on my face reply ‘Uh no thanks, I’m with my boyfriend’.
‘ah
should ‘ave known a gorgeous bint like youse would ‘ave a bloke. Still
sure he won’t mind one dance wiv me so let’s go
baby.’
‘Look mate, I don’t
want to dance okay.’
‘Well aint youse a snotty cow. Fink
you’re too good for me do yuh?’
Before I can reply
you appear at my shoulder. Pretty
certain that this guy is bothering me but unconfident about wading straight in
to sort him out just incase you have read the situation incorrectly you put
your arm around my waist and ask ‘Are you okay dushi?’
Trying to diffuse the
situation I reply ‘Yeah I’m okay pet, this guy was just asking for a dance but
I have explained to him that I am with you.
He is leaving now.’
‘Not ‘til I get a
dance I aint’.
‘Excuse me
friend. The lady has explained to you
that she is with me. We don’t want any trouble, please just leave her alone.’
‘An who the fuck are
you?’
‘I’m her umm partner,
so please leave before you regret it.’
‘An
what are yuh gonna do if I
don’t?’
‘This!’
Lunging forward you
grab him between the legs and squeeze as hard as you can. The pub being crowded and everyone being
pretty pissed no one takes any notice at the agonised expression on his face as
he drops his pint and falls to his knees.
While he’s down there you kick him in the bollocks for good measure. As
he writhes around the floor in agony you call a bouncer who is dealing with
security at the pub door over to announce that the guy appears to be ill as
he’s just collapsed on the floor. This
being a busy part of town at night, with many a fight breaking out the bouncer
is more than aware of what probably really happened.
Clearly recognising
him as a regular the bouncer says ‘come on Steve, been bothering the ladies
again? Well you got what you deserve now get up and get out before I have to
throw you out.’
Grabbing the guy
under one arm the bouncer helps him to his feet and escorts him out of the pub.
‘Well slave, I’m
quite impressed with how you handled that.
You managed to get rid of him without making too much of a scene and
avoided getting us thrown out as well.
Your reward is to have half a pint of beer. Oh and by the way, you
called me dushi.
What does it mean?’
‘Thank you
Mistress. I apologise for being so
familiar with you but I thought that the guy needed to think that I was your
partner. I’m sorry if I offended you…’
‘For God’s sake
you’re doing it again! I never asked for
an apology. I asked you what dushi means, so please
just give me the answer!’
‘Umm it means honey
Ma’am. It is not a Dutch word, it is Arubian. I lived
there for a few years and learnt to speak some of the language while I was
there.’
‘Hmm so you think it
is okay to call me honey do you?’
‘No Ma’am that is why
I was apologising for being so familiar. I was just trying to how do you say in
English “think in my shoes?” to convince that drunken idiot that you were with
me.’
Smiling I reply ‘its
okay you’re not in trouble I was just curious.
It is quite a nice word. I think I will allow you to call me
that for the rest of the evening instead of Mistress or Ma’am but don’t think
that gives you permission to be familiar with me. Overstep the mark and you will know about it!
Oh and by the way the expression you are looking for is “think
on my feet” Now go and get your beer before I change my mind.’
‘Yes Ma’am thank you
Ma…I mean thank you dushi.’ Feeling pleased that you have impressed me
you smile happily as you make your way back to the bar.
Drinks bought you
push your way through the crowded bar making sure I can follow you without
being crushed or jostled by other drinkers.
Finding a table in the lounge area of the pub you pull out a chair for
me so that I can sit down, and then stand by my side waiting for instructions. Noticing that other people are looking at you
oddly I smile and tell you to sit down.
Quickly you drop to your knees assuming your usual position when sitting
in my presence.
‘Not
on the floor you idiot. Sit on the bloody chair!’
As you rise to sit on
the chair next to mine you say ‘Sorry Ma’am I didn’t realise you wanted me to
sit at the same level as you. Please Ma’am may I ask a question?’
‘Yes, go on, and stop
calling me Ma’am. I have asked you to
call me dushi for this evening.’
‘I am sorry uh dushi. I am a bit
confused about what is expected of me this evening. I am not sure why you have allowed me the
honour of sharing this evening with you, and why you have allowed me to wear
shoes and remain unfettered in public.
Also, if I am not being too insolent in asking I am curious why earlier
when we met your friends you did not tell them of my true status.’
‘Okay, maybe I should
have made the situation clear to you.
You are here to look after me and to make sure drunken idiots stay away
from me. You are also required to dance
with me and anything else I want. You
are not completely unfettered. Do not
forget that you have a shock ring around your balls and you are still wearing
your collar. But for appearances sake
and because I do not want to be asked by loads of ignorant people why I am out
socialising with my slave I have opted for the discreet look for you. And wearing shoes is obvious I would have
thought. I do not intend for you to be
out of action for several weeks because your feet have been ripped to shreds by
the broken glass which litters the floor of most pubs. As for not telling my friends about you, I
don’t want to spend the whole evening explaining the realities of our
relationship. They will find out soon
enough. Tonight is for fun. But I will say that I was proud of the way
you coped being thrown in the deep end with my friends. You lied pretty convincingly. I did notice how cosy you were getting with
Chrissie though. Is there anything I
should know about you two?’
‘It’s a simple enough
question. Chrissie was being a bit over
friendly. I know she is sex mad but I
got the distinct impression she knew you rather well. I want to know the truth. When you were dating me as a free man did you
also sleep with her?’
Shocked at the
unexpected question but relieved at the same time that I don’t know about the
recent incident you quite truthfully answer ‘no dushi,
when I was here before I never slept with Chrissie.’
‘Hmm maybe I will
have a word with her later about becoming too familiar with you.’
Alarmed at the
prospect that I might find out the truth from Chrissie you quickly say ‘I’m
sure she was just a bit drunk and didn’t mean anything by it. Please do not say
anything to her. I do not want you to
fall out with your friend over a worthless slave.’
‘Maybe you’re right.
I will let it go for now. Okay come on;
drink your beer and then dance with me.’
Downing your drink in one go, you stand up and taking my hand lead me to
the dance floor. At first you move
awkwardly, unused to moving so freely, but soon we are both lost in the rhythm
of the music dancing wildly and having fun.
You are having such a good time you can almost believe that you are here
of your own free will. For the first
time in a long time we are enjoying one another’s company. I look so relaxed enjoying myself you really
hope the bubble doesn’t burst. Perhaps
we have turned a corner in our Mistress/slave relationship. It seems I am slowly regaining some of the
kindness that you hoped was still within me.
The music changes to
a slow song, a lover’s song. Suddenly
you don’t know what to do. Couples around
you on the dance floor are moving into each others arms to sway slowly in time
to the music, caressing and kissing each other as they do so. Making it even more embarrassing for you I
just stand there looking at you waiting.
‘Um Mis..uh Tracey would you like to
dance with me?’
Smiling I reply ‘well
pet I thought you’d never ask.’
Taking me into your
arms you hold me close as we dance to the music. Breathing in the fragrance of
my freshly washed hair and subtle perfume you feel content but sad at the same
time. If you hadn’t been such a fool all
those years ago, things could have been so different now. Maybe we would have got married and had kids
together. But there is no point in
regrets. There is only the future now.
When the music stops
you reluctantly let me go.
‘You okay pet? You
look a bit sad. I would have thought you
would have enjoyed the opportunity of dancing with your Mistress?’
‘Ja
(yes) I did very much enjoy dancing with my Mistress. It is an honour that you have allowed me
to. But I am sad only because I regret
the past. Dancing with you has reminded
me of how things used to be and I can’t believe that I was such a fool to walk
away from you.’
‘Ah that is very
sweet of you. Maybe if you hadn’t I
could have saved myself a lot of money! But I have to agree, you were stupid to
walk away. Look at where it has got you!
Sold into slavery to the very woman you walked away from. But at least this way I get what I want from
you. You have to do as you’re told. No
arguments and I don’t have to nag you to tidy up the house or pick up after
yourself. You have to do everything for
me instead of me having to do it for you!
I think I much prefer owning you as a slave than having you as my
partner. So all in all I think it was money well spent!’
‘I want to thank you
for giving me a second chance Ma’am. I
know that I am not a perfect slave to you and I have a lot to learn but I will
do my best to make you happy.’
‘I know you will make
me very happy pet. Now I need sit down
for a minute, my feet are killing me in these shoes. Go and get me another drink. Water for you this time though, no more beer.’
‘Of
course Mistress’.
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Waiting at the bar to
be served you suddenly feel a hand reaching between your legs again to grope
your genitals. Instinct tells you that
it isn’t me. Turning round your heart
sinks as Chrissie gives you a big smile.
‘Hello again
‘Uh thank you Miss
Chrissie.’
‘You’re welcome big
boy. So anyway tell me why Tracey is
hiding the fact that you are her slave.’
‘I don’t know Miss.’
‘Hmm there must be a
reason for her keeping you a secret.
Perhaps she is embarrassed to admit she has to pay for a man to sleep
with her.’
Shocked that she can
be so bitchy about someone who is supposed to be her friend you jump to my
defence.
‘That is a really nasty
thing to say. Mistress Tracey is an
amazing woman and would never need to pay a man to sleep with her. She bought me because she saw me for sale at
a slave market in
Sarcastically she
replies ‘Oh really! Is that why you pissed off and left her years ago breaking
her heart and leaving her pregnant. Yeah you’d really do anything for her
wouldn’t you!’
Stunned all you can
say is ‘pregnant?’
Laughing at the
expression on your face Chrissie replies ‘she never told you after she bought
you? But then I suppose you never gave
her the chance to tell you at the time.
You pissed off, not even bothering to tell her you had gone, so why
would she bother telling you now.’
‘You are lying! She
doesn’t have a child…’
‘No you’re right she
doesn’t, she lost it when she was seven months pregnant after falling down the
stairs at home. It was a boy by the way, if you’re interested.’
‘Jesus, I had no
idea…’
‘If I were you I
wouldn’t ask her about it either. She
has never spoken of it since it happened.
Anyway enough of talking about her, I want to know what you are going to
do to keep me happy.’
‘What?? You have just
told me a dreadful thing and you want me to pleasure you? What sort of woman are you? I thought Tracey
was your friend but you are not really her friend at all. You really are a nasty person. I am not doing anything for you!’
‘Two
things dutchie. One; you had better start showing me some fucking
respect. I’m Miss Chrissie to you, and you don’t talk to me as if I am the dirt
on your shoes. Two; you will do anything I want. If you don’t I will tell your Mistress all about our little session a
few weeks ago. So unless you want her to know all about the things your tongue
was doing to my pussy then I suggest you do as you are told. Or maybe you are just waiting for the chance
to break her heart all over again, in which case let’s go and tell her all about
our little session.’
Devastated at the
news she has just given you and the realisation that she is now going to
blackmail you the colour drains from your face as you realise you have no
choice. With a shaky voice you reply
‘What do you want me to do Miss Chrissie?’
‘That’s more like it
slave boy.’
‘I will do as you ask
but only because I love my Mistress and I don’t ever want to break her heart
again. It would destroy her to know what
you made me do and I do not want her to find out. But I want your promise that this will be the
only time you use me.’
‘Don’t be so naïve
Reluctantly but
knowing you have no choice you order and pay for the drinks and then return to
me. Seeing me smile happily when you
return makes you feel like shit. You
were a bastard back then abandoning me with a child on the way and you feel
like a complete bastard again now knowing that you are going to be ‘unfaithful’
with one of my friends. Perhaps you
should just tell me what happened with Chrissie. Okay I will be angry and disappointed but
hopefully we would work things out. But
looking at my happy face you know you can’t do it. You can’t tell me.
Putting the drinks
down on the table you hesitantly ask for permission to go to the bathroom.
‘Of course you can
pet. Don’t be too long though or I will have to get the bouncers to come and
look for you!’
‘No ma’am I mean Dushi. I um need to
go for a umm…’
Laughing I reply ‘Ok
I get the message, you might be a while.’
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Chrissie is already
waiting for you when you open the door to the fire escape.
‘Ok bitch, let’s get
down to business. You can’t be gone too
long or Tracey will wonder where you are.
This time I want more than oral sex I want a quick shag so get your cock
out and lets get going.’
With that she drops
her panties to her ankles and bends over ready for you to take her from behind.
You feel disgust at
having to even touch her, let alone fuck her.
‘Please Miss Chrissie
I can’t do this. It is wrong. I am not your property I belong to Mistress
Tracey. I would do anything she asks of
me, and if that included pleasuring you then I would do it because she wanted
me to, but I can not without my Mistress’s knowledge. Please I beg you don’t make me do it.’
‘I’m not having this
fucking conversation with you bitch!
Stop wasting time. Get your cock
out or you’re dead meat.’
Knowing that it is
futile trying to plead with her anymore you change tactics.
‘I’m sorry Miss
Chrissie. I can’t get a hard on.’
Standing up she looks
incredulous. ‘What? Are you fucking impotent or something?’
Hoping she won’t
realise you aren’t telling the whole truth you reply ‘No Miss I’m not impotent.
I can’t get a hard on because Mistress Tracey has put a ball ring on me. If I have an erection it will give me an
electric shock.’
You never thought you
would ever be pleased about wearing the shock ring, but this evening you
couldn’t be happier about wearing it. If she insists on looking at it she will
not be able to tell what its true purpose is.
‘I cannot do as you
demand of me. Please I beg you let me
return to my Mistress, she will be looking for me soon.’
Surprisingly or maybe
because she knows your time is limited she doesn’t demand to see it as proof.
‘I don’t think so
slave. You are not getting away that easily.
If I can’t have your cock then I will have to settle for your tongue
again. But believe me I will have you as
soon as I find out your cock is free, and one day I intend to own you body and
soul.’
Bending over again
Chrissie grips the handrail to balance herself.
With a shudder at her
chilling words you drop to your knees and reluctantly start licking her. While you are both busy, you with tonguing
her and her moaning in pleasure, neither of you notice the CCTV camera
recording your every move and your conversation…..
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