Past the Point of Pain Ch. 03

I love getting dressed up and going out to dinner with Master. We have always laughed at stories we have read about Master's and subs going to dinner and the sub always talking about how their Master's have played with them under the table or when they have been forced to use an anal plug or a whole host of other humiliating activities. The truth is, we know how the majority of those things we have read have been just that, stories, fantasies to tease and tantalite the reader. Although we also know that sometimes those things do happen, after all, we have played in the car a time or two ourselves, but never out in public. Master is a gentleman and He prefers to treat me as a lady in public. As the old saying goes, 'a lady on His arm, a whore in His bed." This is not to say that He might bend to whisper something wicked in my ear that might make me blush and get the juices flowing for later, something He has a particularly wicked knack in doing. And then there may come a time when public play may change, just as it did on the night I am about to share with you.

I love how He has this uncanny and almost artistic way of making me go weak in the knees throughout the day, no matter where I might be. It can come in the form of a quick phone call, a text message or a newly assigned task before I leave home for the day. Like on days when I am at home all day, I am to insert the dildo closest to His size, put my panties back on, prepare and eat lunch. He says this is having lunch with Him when He is not here.

Anyway, back to going out to dinner. One evening I was told to dress nicely and lay out a nice casual outfit for Him and we went out to dinner. Half way through dinner, Master leaned towards me and told me to listen carefully of a dream He had had the night before. He began to whisper in my ear the most delicious tale that had me squirming within minutes. A carefully placed hand on my thigh served as my only warning to sit still and stop fidgeting.

He Whispered:

"Little one, I was dreaming last night about having you up against the wall at home. Your back was hard pressed against it, your legs spread so I might explore all that I own. The palms of your hands laid open and flat against the surface. My fingers ran over your body, pinching, twisting, teasing those lovely little pink nipples until they were as hard as little diamonds. You know how much I love seeing how hard they get, then taking them into My mouth and sucking on them just enough to make you whimper for Me. Watching them swell and you shiver as I pull My face away just enough to blow across them and see the goose bumps spread over your entire body.

With you against that wall little one, I won't need any toys, no clips or chains or rope. All I need to take that body that I own and turn it into a shivering mass of pleasure is My hands, fingers and tongue."

We sat there at the table in the restaurant, His hand laying on my thigh, His fingers firmly pressing to ensure I sat still. I could feel the dampness gathering in my pussy, my nipples were growing hard. And I heard Master chuckle.

"Little one?"

"Yes, Sir?" I whispered back.

"You really do need to breathe, love, or soon you will turn blue."

Had I been holding my breath? I giggled softly and looked into His twinkling eyes. These little intimate moments between us, are some of our best.

"Now, where was I." He started again. "Ah, yes, My fingers. Mmm, My little one, just think about it. Your feet wide apart standing against that wall. Your pussy getting so wet. My fingers trailing down between your breasts, moving lightly over your skin so slow it makes you shiver. Feel those fingers now inside your mind, pet, feel them as they glide over your mound and then those two fingers parting that wet slit of yours and plunging deep and fast inside, and then lifting."

I listened to Him whispering so intimately into my ear, my breathing, now that I remembered to, grew heavier. My heart began to race as His words painted a picture in my head. I swallowed and try to hold back the slightest of moans, but it still emanated from me just loud enough for Master to catch.

"Yes, little one, I can see you have the picture in your mind. Good girl. Now continue to listen and let that feeling build for Me."

I took a sip of water, my eyes darting quickly to the tables near us. No one was noticing us, they were all talking to their own dinner partners, laughing and enjoying themselves. I gave a fleeting look into His eyes again and felt Him drum two of His fingers against my thigh, a silent reminder of the two inside my pussy from the tale He whispered deliciously into my ear.

"Those two fingers, pet." I felt Him drum them again against my leg. "Wiggling away so deep, lifting you upwards, lifting until you are up on your toes. Mmm, I am getting hard just thinking about it all. Your ass tight against the wall, up on your toes, I bet your knees would just about give out. I can almost feel you begin to buckle and want to slide down that wall, but you won't be able to with those fingers in your cunt holding you there. My other hand just might have to raise up and squeeze that beautiful neck of yours to help you out a little more."

I felt my face growing hot as the blush from His words rushed to color my cheeks under my makeup. I swallowed several times and blinked rapidly trying desperately to keep myself composed. Master chuckled again as He moved away His hand and picked His fork back up to continue eating.

"Eat, little one, you're going to need it for strength tonight."

I picked up my fork and tried to finish my dinner, I managed a few more bites but the words He had whispered were swirling around in my head. Master had finished His dinner and ordered desert, feeding me a few bites while we made small talk, mainly He made small talk, that mental picture He had painted had very vivid colors running together in my thoughts causing me not to trust my own voice to speak too much.

He paid the check and left a generous tip and we got up to leave. "Little one, before we leave, I think you need to go to the ladies room and go potty." He said close to my ear as He squeezed my hand, after a soft kiss to my temple He whispered softly, "and remove those soaked panties and place them in your purse."

I went into the restroom, closed and latched the stall door, and I removed the white lacey French cut panties from under my skirt, I folded them and carefully placed them in my purse. I used the bathroom, and washed my hands and checked my makeup before rejoining Him at the exit.

"Done as told, pet?"

"Yes, Sir, done as told." I said with a slight blush to my cheeks, and patting the side of my purse to indicate the underwear safely tucked away inside..

Stepping outside I felt the breeze snaking it's way up my skirt and it instantly felt cool to my damp warm and now bare pussy, it made me shiver, Master placed His arm around my shoulders.

I looked up into His eyes as we waited to cross the street to where He had parked the car, "Pet, our evening out is not over just yet. I made plans to go somewhere tonight. But I don't want you to think I have forgotten that your pussy is wanting and most liking beginning to drip, as we both know what a little slut you are."

The small sudden intake of air I took made an almost gasping sound as I heard the words, 'little slut,' and the thought of being without panties hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Master?" I asked softly.

"Yes, pet, what is it?"

"If we are, uhh, going out again tonight somewhere else...why did You..." my voice trailed off as another couple walked up and was also waiting to cross with the light.

Master leaned closer and whispered, "Why did I have you remove your soaked panties?"

I nodded yes and felt the warmth raising once again to blush my cheeks.

"Simple, little one, because I can." He said as He kissed my cheek and took my hand as the light changed and we crossed the street to the parking lot.

Once we were in the car, Master turned and said, "Open."

I opened my legs for Him to run His fingers back and forth over the wet lips of my pussy. His touch felt so good and I wanted so much to just go home and feel Him in other ways and to please Him. But Master wanted to go out, and what Master wants, Master gets.

After teasing me and getting me near to breathless with want, He stopped and turned the key in the ignition.

Pulling away from the parking lot, Master began to talk.

"Pet, we are going to a local place, a bar actually. But it has a poolroom towards the back. For the most part it is private, but there may be a few who like to watch players shoot a little pool."

Already my skin was developing a tingling sensation, my heart was pounding. He wanted to play pool, but I had no panties on anymore and my skirt was not all that long, I knew that if I played and would have to bend over to make a shot, anyone in that back room would get a good peak at my shaved and wet pussy.

Master, I am sorry to interrupt You, Sir, but..." I stalled in mid sentence, wondering how I should word this as respectfully as I could.

"Ah, little one, are You about to ask if I remember you have no panties on? Well before you do, don't. I know full well I had you to take them off, I want My cunt bare and exposed to Me tonight, oh and pet, you will not hide anything from Me tonight, you will do as I say, when I say. Understood?"

I swallowed hard, I recognized the tone, I recognized the one raised eyebrow He gets when He is sternly making His warning.

I lowered my eyes, "yes, Sir, completely understood."

"Don't take a tone with me, pet, you won't care for the results."

Nothing more was said until we pulled into the second parking lot of the evening. Master parked the car and I waited as usual for Him to walk around and open my door for me, He held out His hand for me to take, but I didn't move, I couldn't move.

"PET! Now!" my Master ordered. "I am in the mood to play some billiards, now let's go." I took His hand but I couldn't bring myself to look into His eyes, I knew if I did, I would crumble and beg Him please not to make me do this.

Several people looked up as we entered the bar, I tried very hard not to read anything into it because I know that people always do that, it's the curiosity of their nature. I told myself to stop thinking so much, they couldn't see anything yet, it was just my over worked imagination and God help me, my anticipation.

Master spotted a table near the back room entrance way where the pool tables are located. He placed His hand at the small of my back and guided me to the small round wooden table with two chairs. I bit my bottom lip as He helped me out of my coat. I didn't want to look around to see if anyone was watching yet, but like those who had looked up as we entered, my curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, several men standing together looking as if they might have just come from their office, grabbing a drink to help take the edge off a weeks worth of work away. Friends gathering to talk and enjoy each other's company away from their schedules and busy lives.

Two men from a group of four smiled as my eyes caught theirs looking. I wanted to shiver but I didn't dare. I felt suddenly half dressed in the short white skirt I wore, knowing that if I were to sit or bend, it would leave little or nothing to the imagination.

A waitress came over even before we could be seated, "What can I get you this evening?" she asked us.

My Master raised one eyebrow to me, "What is the ladies pleasure tonight?" He asked with a slight hint of mischievousness in His voice.

Knowing we would most likely be playing I didn't want to run a risk of being impaired, although, it would solve a few things, I almost shook my head to clear my mind of such thoughts.

"I'll have a glass of white wine, please." Who knows I told myself, it might help take the edge off for me as well as I glanced quickly once again at the two men who had smiled at me before. Master of course ordered His usual beer.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, placed my hands against my thighs holding my skirt down as I sat down in the chair Master had pulled out for me.

"Little one, stop it. Nothing hidden, remember?" He whispered in my ear as I sat.

I wasn't sure what to say, or even if I should try to say anything at all, I was afraid my voice would crack and show just how nervous I was, and all that would do was get me a lecture about trusting Him that He would never allow any harm to come to me.

I nodded slowly as I tried to look over at Him in His newly acquired seat. The waitress returned and sat our drinks on the table.

"Would you like to run a tab tonight or pay as you go, True?"

"True?" She knew the name He used as a Dominant in our local lifestyle community. That meant she knew who He was, and how we have chosen to live. The look on my face as I finally looked into His eyes made Him chuckle.

"Yes, little one, most of the people here are lifestyle, you have nothing to worry about, so relax, and enjoy the evening."

I took a small sip of wine and looked about the bar once again, but this time my focus was different, I looked around, recognizing the familiar body language that is passed from sub to Dom and Dom to subs. I suddenly felt better, more at ease, knowing that the people there held a certain understanding of my feelings and I theirs. I no longer felt like a display at a local zoo to be gawked at and made to feel unnatural.

We sat in silence for several minutes, Master allowing me time to adjust to these new surroundings, knowing how I love to people watch. Some of our most fun times spent together, is going to a mall or park where there are lots of people roaming around and making up personal histories for them. Usually this has us laughing and getting carried away with the little stories we spin for all the different types of people. Take for instance the sales clerk at a local lingerie shop, she has short black hair cut with severe angles and make up impeccably applied, and her outfits giving into the stereotypical image of a strong confident Female Dom. We watched one afternoon as she took her lunch break and met with a young man who was a clerk across the way in a bookstore. We laughed, giggled and chuckled as we spun tales of the young male sub and the older wise FemDom. Of course we had no idea if any of it was actual fact or not, but with those two I think we had a stronger sense of them than most of the others we have observed.

As I was watching the people around us, I found it was easier to detect who was who in the relationships and those who were there to just mingle and test a growing or budding interest. I found myself captivated in the knowledge that lifestyle people are just more openly expressive with their body language when amongst other lifestyle individuals. So rapt up was I that it was several minutes before I realized my Master's hand on my thigh slowly teasing with His middle finger making ticklish little circles. Finally I heard Him chuckle.

"Pet, are you ready to play a game of pool? I believe our table is ready."

He stood and took my hand, pulled me up and we walked into the backroom together. The room was quieter than it was out in the open area of the bar. A few people were standing around, but only a handful, they were all locked into their own conversations, giving us only a slight glance as we entered and chose cue sticks and prepared to start a game.

One couple in the very back of the room caught my attention. The girl was sitting on a high barstool and the man was standing in front of her, they were locked in a deep passionate kiss, and you could tell his arm was moving slowly but because of the way he was standing, the only conclusion you could draw was that he might be stroking her with his fingers. The way his body was placed in front of her you really could only guess as to what they were doing, which made it appear more erotic than if you could see up close and personal.

Master and I worked at setting up to play a game, but my eyes kept drifting to the two in the back corner, the girls soft moans barely audible in the loud bar. Master reminded me twice to focus, on the second reminder He had placed His hand so that His fingers were at the base of my neck, looking directly into my eyes so that I was sure to see the stern look in His.

"Pet, focus, you may watch but you need to focus on this game and Me."

A louder moan from the girl perched on the barstool made me look away from His eyes for only a moment. I shivered as if I was trying to shake off the stirring feelings that seem to be gripping me and making me even wetter than I already was.

I moved down to the end of the table, Master wanted me to break. I posed the cue and began to lean over, remembering my missing panties and felt myself blushing. The girl and the man at the barstool were now just mere inches away and as I turned my head to take a quick glance in their direction, I could see clearer what was being exchanged between them, it wasn't just the man's fingers inside of her, but almost his entire fist. She had a shear unmistakable look of bliss covering her face.

I shivered and Maser came up to stand behind me, He looked over to see what I was looking at, leaned down next to my ear and whispered, "Pet, focus on the game."

It felt like the air had been sucked from the room. I bent over the table, cue poised and I felt Master's hand just under the hem of my skirt cupping the curve of my bared ass.

I tried to aim and break the formed triangle of billiard balls. Although my aim was nearly perfect, the stroke of my shot was weak and the balls only broke away from each other just slightly.

"Little one, stay where you are for a moment." My Master told me. I stayed in the position as if I were going to shoot a second time. Master took a step back and I felt His cue stick sliding between my thighs and pressing upwards against the slit of my pussy.

With an almost like instinctual response the moistened lips parted and felt as if they almost wrapped around the slick varnished surface. I softly moaned as I closed my eyes, He began to slide it so agonizingly slow back and forth.

Once my eyes were closed and the feel of the stick pressed hard against me, my Master's voice, the girl in the corner being slowly fisted, nothing else seemed to exist. All the noise from the main room of the bar faded away. People who could possibly be watching as I had watched the couple in the corner didn't matter. I was in my Master's world almost like being inserted into a painting being admired by others. Minutes went by with Master sliding back and forth, my clit hardened and pulled as the stick moved. The girls soft moans were growing louder, or were they my own? I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. Our eyes locked to each other, I was watching her, she watching me. I saw her body shudder as she began to cum on her Master's fist. My Master slid the stick forward once more and whispered in my ear to cum. Both the girl and I were cumming together and yet worlds apart.

My Master and hers exchanged a look. They spoke, apparently knowing each other. She was as silent as I; our eyes only glancing away long enough to allow the knowledge of each man knowing the other. Her Master's hand glistened with her moisture, my own Master's cue stick looked wet from my own cum. The two men looked at both of us, realizing some sort of sudden connection we had developed. I would have given anything to have her join us in playing, but Master and I have one particular understanding, we might allow another female to come into our playtime, but no other Dom or man ever touches me, so this girl with a Dominant would not be considered, at least not in the sense I was thinking at that point.