Femdom Story Excerpt

[Dead Parrot]

She had produced a floor length tablecloth for that. She also had moved the two conventional dining chairs away against the wall and instead placed the two deep, high backed leather armchairs from before the fireplace to the dining table.

"Please sit down here," she had told him, nodding at the chair with its back towards the door, and, after he had done so, put the tablecloth loosely over his arm rests. She had stepped back a bit and looked at her arrangement critically, then walked around the table to see what it looked like from all sides.

"Yes," she said finally, mostly to herself, "that will do."

She came back to his side, looked down at him.

"Leo," she said, "I would like you to unbutton your jeans and push them down to your ankles now, and the tails of your shirt aside. I would like you to have dinner with me while you are as openly accessible to me as you were this afternoon over there on the couch. I would like you to sit on your naked ass in that chair, with the feeling of the leather under your skin instead of the denim of your jeans. I want you to do that to remind you of the situation you are in, and that, starting tomorrow, if you still want to be my sub for the rest of our time together, I can put you in any position I want. Some that will allow you even less privacy than you had this afternoon. Consider it a last test for yourself. And don't worry, with the chair back going all the way down the floor, and the table cloth in place as it is now, the waiter will have no idea that you are . . . less than completely covered or that anything unusual is happening. Just behave normally, and make sure you don't push the table cloth aside."

Behave normally, he thought wryly. He remembered very clearly that that had been far more easily said than done. Specially when a little bit into the dinner, she had, with the most innocent of smiles, slipped off one shoe, his put her stockinged foot against the inner side of his thigh, just above the knee. She waited a little, until he had gotten used to it there, then started to slowly, teasingly slide her foot higher little by little. She raised an eyebrow when her progress was stopped before she had reached his crotch, his legs meeting about halfway up. She slightly tilted her head but waited until their waiter went to the food elevator on the other side of the room to get the next course of the meal.

"Spread your legs, Leo," she murmured then, low enough that only he could hear, "I want you as open as you were this afternoon, sitting on the couch. Will you do that for me, my pretty little slut? I want to touch you . . ."

She nodded approval when, blushing, he did as she had told him, then slid her foot higher along his leg until her toes came to rest on the edge of his seat, moved her foot until the toes were placed just under his balls. Their sensitivity already increased through their confinement even the light touch she applied made him moan. A sound he immediately suppressed and she additionally covered with a "Very good!"

To him, clearly referring to his own reaction even if she seemed to address the waiter.

"Both the meal and the service, that is," she said, "If you will get us dessert now, you may leave after that. We will send the dishes down to the kitchen ourselves when we are done, and make and serve our own coffee."

Again, Leo thought, she had accurately judged his feelings, that he was on the edge of what he could endure without giving himself away. Though not, it seemed, on the edge of what she thought he could or should endure without an audience: Once the waiter had left she slipped off her other shoe as well, then - without removing the first foot from its place under his balls, inflicting something on him already he was not sure was pleasure or torture - raised the second foot until its sole came to rest against the length of his cock, sliding it up and down, teasing its tip with her toes, then tracing its length from the tip to the lowest ring and back again.

She continued these attentions until he had to beg her to stop again, making her chuckle when he did. She made him beg for some time as well, keeping him just on the edge of his self control, finally teased him again, as she had in the afternoon, that usually men did beg to go on with actions like hers, not to stop. Which he also would have loved her to do had it not been for her order not to climax.