“I don't need just a lover.” I need a slave. - I sat back in my chair and lazily pulled the cocktail through the straw.

Opposite the large man slightly shuddered. I knew that he liked me like a female, that he lust after me like most males. The problem was that I was bored with affectionate gentle lovers, and coarse lustful animals. The idea has long ripened in me, I even tried a couple of times to build my relationships with men according to this principle. However, everything ended in zilch.

I looked indifferently at Denis from under my eyelashes. First date, flowers, luxury restaurant. It did not want to experience, to bring to thought and blah blah blah. Tired of these "human" relationship. Frankly, there was a certain potential in Denis - there was something in the eyes ...

Denis looked down:

- Let's try.

- What the fuck? - I put a foot on a leg, with pleasure noting to myself that I was doing this not so that a man would appreciate the slimness of his legs, but simply because it was so comfortable. - No “try”, full and unconditional obedience. And do not think that I will feel something special towards you. Maybe sometimes I will use you to meet your needs, but, you know, I think that a good vibrator is much more useful than the coolest fucker. I just want to have fun, and the slut and the goddess are tired. As they say, nothing personal.

- That is, I will be allowed to your body? - Denis asked, looking into my eyes, although I clearly saw that he wanted to look down at the neckline.

- It is not important for you, only my wishes are important. And do not look into my eyes, a slave should not do so. Let it be the first rule.

Denis hastily lowered his eyes, turning a glass of red wine in his big hands. I smiled smugly, somewhere amidst indifference and coldness, a slight satisfaction flashed.

- If I agree, will you announce the rules?

I pulled a cigarette out of the pack, and immediately there was a lighted lighter in front of me. Without thanking the gentleman even with a nod, I shrugged.

- First, no rules. I am a woman, so the rules can change ten times a day. It is men who invent all sorts of rules, and you will only guess my desires. What I desire at this particular moment will be the rule. - Having exhaled smoke in the face of a man (or already my slave). - Secondly, I quickly climbed under the table and kissed my leg.

- Well! - I screamed evil, and Denis crawled under the table!

Hot male lips touched my legs, and for the second time in several minutes I smiled contentedly. A pleasant sense of ownership of warmth poured over the body, making the evening fabulous. For a long time I did not feel like a cold callous bitch, but an eighth grader, who first climbed under the skirt. The restaurant began to paint with colors, the singer in a brilliant dress no longer seemed a tastelessly painted doll, the cigarette did not dry, and the wine turned out to be quite good. What will we do next, Vera Mikhailovna? Vague desires crowded in my head and, indeed, like an eighth-grader. The difference was that I was not afraid of my desires.

I patted the sofa seat next to me. My slave will be expensive if he does not understand me! He understood.

After a moment, his head appeared from under the tablecloth.

- Good boy! - I stroked Denis on the head. - I now want to finish with a meal, and while you will be sucking my fingers. But without hands! Take off your sandals and go. Accordingly, from under the table you are forbidden to get out until I allow it.

- Wait! - I firmly grabbed his slave by the hair. - Do you have a member?

- Yes, mmm ...

- You can call me "Mistress", well, and you will be just "Slave." I'm too lazy to invent something else.

“I understand, Madam.”

I squeezed my hair harder in my fist, which was why Rab was forced to bow down to my knee.

- You will unbutton trousers and you will get the economy. If an erection disappears, you should immediately inform me about it. And I will decide how to punish you. And you are not allowed to use your hands. Do it!

The head of the man disappeared under the table. After a moment, careful, slightly trembling hands unbuttoned his sandals. I felt the liberated fingers touch the men's lips. The big finger immediately appeared in the mouth of the Rab. Sucking was pleasant, especially under the nail. I smiled again. Eighth grader, damn ...

A little enjoying the pleasant sensations, I started for the rest of the dinner. The food was not too tasty - either from the fact that it cooled down, or it was affected by a long break between meals. Hmmm ... And in general, it looked like I was starting to get excited. N-yes, my Slave has achieved what no man can achieve for several years - to arouse me with several touches.

Thoughts easily circled in my head, the meal was almost over, and I almost forgot about my slave.

I woke up only when the waiter showed up at the table. It was noticeable that he was somewhat surprised by the absence of my companion. I just shrugged indifferently and ordered dessert.

- You have not lost an erection? - I asked coldly into space, not doubting that Rab would hear me.

Sucking stopped. From under the table came a muffled, but quite well-audible voice:

- No, Mrs.

- Do you want me so much?

- Yes Milady.

- You do not dare to want your mistress! You will be punished!

I felt that leg, which was shod, lying on the floor of a man's hand, and with all my might I stuck a 10-cm stud into it. The slave howled, but quickly crushed a tearing moan.

- Well, how, feel better?

The man under the table replied sullenly and completely dull:

- No, Mrs.

I again stepped on the pin and pressed, gradually increasing the pressure.

- Tell me when you feel better ...

However, in spite of all my efforts, the Slave was silent, did not even utter a sound. It inspired respect and light pride. Still to subordinate such a strong man!

I took off my heel. A new thought came to my mind, which I immediately brought to life.

Having tucked her skirt, I just shifted forward to the very edge of the sofa and spread my hips.

- Move the panties and tell me what you see. - I ordered. Definitely my mind was increasingly clouded with desire, the usual cold calculus moved a little to one side.

- I see a beautiful bud of passion.

- Well, it is read. Still!

- Gentle cave of love!

“You are a poet,” I grinned. - Farther!

- The most beautiful pink sponge. They are so neat!

- ABOUT! It was good! Keep going

- They are moistened and require increased attention!

- Stop! How dare you, Rab, draw such conclusions? You will be punished. And now kiss my cunt. Good Naughty!

The slave squeezed between my open legs to meet him, and I suddenly felt his hot breath on my moist petals. And then I covered his mouth. I listened to my feelings. The man did everything well, not losing any folds and licking me hard tongue. His movements became more and more insistent, and soon between my legs I got up with something that I even moaned a couple of times. Yes Yes exactly. The sensations were so delightful that I could not resist.

Perhaps today I want a member.

Squeezing my knees, I squeezed the man's head and commanded:

- Enough for now. Get up I need a member. I need to use you, Slave. First lick all my juices properly and put the panties back in place. Then push the car, I decide what to do next.

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