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The Master Chris Collection #16
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Restaurant © 1988 Master Chris
Story #16 in the Master Chris Collection
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"We're going out for lunch.", I say one Saturday afternoon.
We jump in the car and drive to one of our favorite restaurants.
You are wearing a light pink blouse which buttons down the front.
You are also wearing a white skirt that is very light and summer
weight. Under this is your sexiest bra and panty set in a white
lace. We pick a secluded corner of the restaurant and order our
drinks. Our waiter is Jacques, a very attractive French Canadian
in his early thirties. We are sitting very quietly and looking
at our menus when, all of a sudden, I put my menu down and look
right at you. You look back at me expectantly.
"Give me your panties.", you hear me say in a clear unmistakable
tone.
You are shocked! The menu starts to shake in your hands.
"Here?!", you whisper in a near panic.
The restaurant is very crowded and you have never had to do
something like this before. You look around anxiously and then
back at me, hoping that I've changed my mind. I simply smile at
you. With a last look around, you reach under your skirt and
surreptitiously pull the lacy white panties down your legs and
off your ankles. You quickly bunch them into a tiny ball and
pass them to me under the table. I smile again as I raise them
to my face to smell them. "Please put them down!", you whisper,
worried that someone will see.
"You're wet.", I say, "I can smell it. Are you wet?".
"Yes", you say in a little girl voice.
I take the pretty panties and lay them right on the table in
front of me. You cannot believe it. Someone is sure to notice
them and you would be so embarrassed. You realize, however, that
you are indeed quite wet and aroused and getting wetter by the
minute.
"Raise your skirt so you can sit directly on the chair", I say.
This is not difficult to accomplish as your skirt is still able
to cover you adequately. The leather of the seat feels strange
against your naked buttocks and wet pussy. A moment later your
waiter returns. You panties are still on the table in plain
view. He can't miss them! You look up and see him openly
grinning right at you. You are mortified. You turn your head
away, blushing like crazy.
"We'd like a couple more minutes to decide.", I tell the waiter
and he blissfully leaves.
I reach into my jacket and pull out several photographs.
"Do you remember these?", I ask as I lay them on the table.
You recognize them instantly. They were taken by me several days
ago while you were in bondage. It was a great session and you
see the perfectly clear images of you tied with your hands and
legs held wide apart. You can see the clips on both your nipples
and sensitive inner pussy lips. Your pussy is held wide apart by
the clips and you can plainly see the pink interior completely
exposed. Your pink anus shines in one photograph from the
lubrication it has just enjoyed. In the next photograph, the
fleshy color of a small butt plug peeks out from your tiny hole.
"Do you think the waiter will like them?", I ask mischievously.
"Oh, please don't!", you beg.
You see the waiter from the corner of your eye, heading back in
your direction.
"Please don't show them.", you plead.
"Shhhhh...", I whisper reassuringly.
The waiter arrives back at the table. You hang your head feeling
humiliated at being exposed in this way.
"Jacques", I say, "we won't need these at the table any more.
Could you take care of them for me?"
"Of course Monsieur.", says Jacques.
You are so embarrassed that you barely hear me ordering our food.
When next you look up, the panties and pictures are gone.
"You didn't give him the pictures did you?!", you ask
disbelievingly.
My reply is a simple nod and a smile. Oh no! you think to
yourself. What will he be thinking about you. You notice that
your pussy has caused you to be sitting in a veritable pool of
your own juices. Obviously this has turned you on. On the table
now are a pair of nipple clips. You eyes go wide at the sight.
"What are you planning to do to me!", you ask, "This is a
crowded restaurant!"
You know even as you speak these words that your protests will
carry little weight. It is as it has always been with us. You
will do whatever you are told not matter how outrageous. The
thought scares you a little but the fear adds a delicious
anticipation to you. Perhaps you will be asked to strip naked
right here in the middle of the restaurant. Perhaps you will be
given like a plaything to one of the patrons or to the staff in
the back. It is at once terrifying and exciting. Jacques is now
hovering near our table, almost too eager to please.
"Jacques", I ask, "do you think she can enjoy her meal while
these are attached to her nipples?"
You gasp at the question. You can't believe that I am having
this conversation as though discussing the weather while you are
right in front of me.
"Oh oui, Monsieur.", says Jacques smiling at me.
"Very well", I say, "Dear, please go to the ladies room and
remove that brassiere and replace it with these clips."
You hesitate. Stunned at the request. Jacques is waiting
expectantly to see if you will obey. Your face is a beet red and
you are trembling with emotion as you slowly get to your feet and
move off to the ladies room. A few short minutes later, the
nipple clips are in place, pinching your long hard nipples in the
feeling you know so well. This is the first time you have put
the clips on yourself and you are not sure that you like it when
it is not done to you.
You look at yourself in the mirror. The clips are painfully
obvious to anyone who looks! They are sticking out beneath the
flimsy fabric of your blouse and you know that there is no way of
concealing that. You look at your face for a moment and it
surprises you. It is not the same, shy tentative woman of
several months ago. You are radiant and obviously sexually
aroused. Your flushed face gives you away. You reach under your
skirt for a moment to slide your fingers across your hot
clitoris. The sensation is electric! You have to restrain
yourself from bringing yourself to an orgasm right away.
You tuck your bra into your purse and with your arms crossed
across your breasts to hide as much as you can you quickly move
back to our table. Our food has arrived while you have been gone
and I am slowly eating as you sit down.
"Very good.", I say.
You look down at the nipple clips sticking out from your breasts
beneath your blouse. You are very turned on. Jacques is back in
a flash obviously interested in what the next turn of events will
bring.
"Darling", I ask, "don't cover yourself up like that. Show
Jacques how the clips look on you."
Your face turns a brighter shade of red as you lower your arms to
allow Jacques to see the shape of the clips sticking out.
Jacques is almost drooling in his observations.
"Well", I say, "you can't really see anything can you? You
should open your blouse and show Jacques how pretty those clips
look on your long brown nipples."
You are astonished once more in an evening that seems full of
such emotions. You look around fearful that everyone in the
restaurant is looking but frankly, given where you are sitting,
no one can really see you. Your hands are shaking as they reach
up to unbutton the first button. One by one they are slowly
undone until I can see an expanse of flesh from your neck to your
waist.
"Show him dear.", I say.
You hesitate once more before reaching up and spreading your
blouse wide apart to expose your breasts and their accompanying
nipple clips fully to Jacques.
"Magnifique!", whispers Jacques.
You hold your blouse wide apart showing all your charms until you
see me smile and nod. Thankfully, you button up your blouse
quickly. Jacques seems visibly shaken as he totters off to serve
his other clients. You like the fact that you have that effect
on him. Everyone likes to be attractive, but you have turned him
on with your behavior. We start to eat our meal and for the next
few minutes we don't talk. The sensation of the nipple clips
pinching your breasts and your pussy getting slowly more and more
wet keeps distracting you. You have an irresistible desire to
reach down and rub yourself to an orgasm right here at the table.
You could come at the least touch and not care who was looking.
Jacques returns a few minutes later. You look down and see that
he has a hardon. Looking at you being continuously aroused has
caused him the same sensation.
"Jacques", you hear me say, "did you know that I keep her pussy
shaved? It is quite pretty. Sweetheart, show Jacques how pretty
a shaved pussy is."
You are so hot that you don't even hesitate any more. You push
you chair back a couple of inches and begin raising your skirt
while you look right at him. Jacques has begun breathing heavily
in ragged breaths. Your breathing is more like gasping as you
now raise your skirt right up to your waist. Jacques gasps as he
sees your pussy with its juices glistening in the dim light of
the restaurant. You can't resist any more. You reach down and
with one finger, quickly rub your pussy juices across your
clitoris.
Jacques closes his eyes and his body twitches as he comes. You
see him bite his tongue to avoid crying out. A dark stain
appears on his trousers from his jism. The sight is too much for
you. You begin coming in short panting breaths, your whole body
shakes as wave after wave passes through your body. When you
have regained your senses, and covered yourself again, Jacques
has disappeared. I pay for the meal and we leave quickly. We
make it as far as the car before you attack me. You undo my
pants and take my hard cock deep into your mouth. I groan out
loud at the sensation.
The scene has turned me on terribly. It was all I could do to
wait until now. It takes only a few short strokes before you
feel my body tighten up and spasm after spasm of jism shoots from
me. When it is done I do up my pants and we look at each other
for a long moment before breaking into hysterics.
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