It all started with a simple "getting to know you" message. I began to look forward to receiving notifications, and a big smile would appear on my face. After a few weeks of emails back and forth, it was time to finally meet in person. I was terrified and excited at the same time. What if this was all a fun fantasy that fell flat in real life? I put all my worries aside and we agreed to meet at a nearby cafe.
I arrived twenty minutes early. I was dressed in jeans and a purple t-shirt with my lucky number printed on the back. My heart was pounding, she arrived a few minutes late. She was breathtaking! She looked like the Burlesque Star Dita Von Teese, dressed in a Black lace Cami top that highlighted her large breasts, skin-tight, almost painted-on jeans, and what appeared to be five-inch stiletto heels. She approached me and sat down after I described myself and what I'd be wearing. She stretched her hand out for me to kiss.
"You must be Chris, my name is Alice but you will only address me as Mistress when I speak to you. Do you understand?"
She didn't say this quietly. Half of the people in the coffee shop heard it. "Yes, Mistress," I said, looking down.
"What was that?" she growled aloud.
"Yes Mistress," I said louder, my face flushed as I realized everyone was staring at us.
Vivian stood up, walked over to the other side of the table, and said "open your mouth, bitch" when I did, she spat directly into my mouth and slapped me across the face.
"Swallow!" she says as she walked out of the café and demanded “COME SLAVE” I stood up and followed, my head down, as I heard laughter and comments from onlookers like "oh my god" and "what a loser."
She walked down the street as if she were a runway model. All eyes were on her. She was absolutely stunning. I couldn't take my gaze away from her amazing ass. Turning around Vivian caught me staring, I gulped as she came to a sudden halt. She looked me dead in the eyes and said "Do you like my ass slave? I assumed you liked cock loser”.
She repeated herself loudly asking if I liked her ass, so loud everyone else waiting at the crosswalk could hear. There was more staring, laughing, and whistling.
While we were waiting to cross the street, she barked at me "If you enjoy it so much, get on your fucking knees and kiss it". I stopped for a moment, looking around, seeing people staring at me when she slapped me again. The audience burst into laughter. "Kiss it bitch," someone yelled. Vivian smiled wickedly as I kneeled and kissed her lovely ass. More laughter and name-calling were hurled in my direction.
We crossed the street and walked another block before coming to the restaurant she had chosen. We came to a stop outside, and she reached me, closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She softly and sweetly asked, "Are you comfortable with this?” Are we moving too quickly?"
"Mistress, I'm fine, sorry, I'm just nervous, and there are a lot of people around."
"Shall we continue then?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I managed to squeak
She spits in my face again while smiling. It landed on my face and cheek.
"Let's go, loser."
When we entered the restaurant, it was crowded. We had to sit at the bar to wait for a table, she grabbed my wallet took out my credit card, handed it over to the bar staff, and ordered a glass of chardonnay for herself and a cosmopolitan for me. The good-looking bartender handed us our drinks and she told him to take a $50 tip." We sat there, sipping our wines. "How's your cocktail bitch?" she inquired.
“It’s okay,” I said.
"This will make it better." She smirks.
Taking my glass, said stood up and demanded I follow her. We entered the bathroom, and I was ordered to kneel. She tipped my cocktail down the sink, as I knelt at her feet she began to pee into my glass, filling it halfway. I looked up at her in both shock and excitement.
The cup was then handed to me. "You're not allowed to swallow," she explained. "Fill your mouth with it and keep it there until I tell you."
I obeyed after a quick moment of hesitation. I was still on my knees in front of her, and she was standing between me and the toilet. The naked pussy from which this urine had just come was in front of my eyes, but I knew it would always be unattainable.
I filled up as much warm liquid into my mouth as I could. Then I raised my eyes to her and waited. It was probably only a minute, maybe even less, but it felt like an eternity. Looking up, there was liquid trickling into my throat, and I had to fight the urge to swallow. She finally took the cup from me, stepped back, and said, "You may swallow." I swallowed it down my throat and we headed to our table.
The waitress arrived at the table, she introduced herself as Jessica, and informed us of the current specials.
"That all sounds wonderful Jessica, my name is Alice, and this pathetic jerk over here is Chris”.
"I'll order the Veal Marsala, and this loser will order...a saucer”.
"A saucer Mistress?”
“Yes, a saucer, I have a friend who works here who is going to bring you something special” I squirmed in my chair wondering what surprise would be presented in front of me.
Jessica walked over 20 minutes later with our meals, she placed the veal in front of Alice and a saucer full of what I can only assume was…. cum.
“Yes, that is what you think it is, cum, two fresh loads of it, you better eat up quickly before it gets cold” Vivian jeered.
She said it so loud that everyone around us could hear, the whole room couldn’t help but stop what they were doing and look at me, they were all aware of what was about to happen. They weren't even looking at each other anymore. At least six tables of people were staring intently.
"Mistress. I... you expect me to..."
"Oh, don't play games with me, Chris," she said, clearly irritated. "We both know how much cum you've consumed in the past. Get started."
When she said this, I was about to pick up the saucer "Did I say to touch it?” I nervously shook my head. She pointed her finger with her long sexy nail at my mouth “Move your mouth to the plate like a dog and lick it clean”
Everyone was looking at me. My embarrassment was overwhelming. I was sweating. My heart was pounding in my chest. I lowered my head and licked. It was barely warm, extremely salty, and plentiful. The "audience" let out a collective groan, which was followed by laughter and whispers. I swallowed it down in four or five big licks.
The cheque showed up, my wallet was grabbed, and the credit card was handed over to Jessica “Don’t forget to take a huge tip for yourself, this loser doesn’t mind”. We got up and left the restaurant, standing on the footpath, Alice kissed me on the cheek and sweetly said “I’ll message you next week and perhaps I will let you take me shopping”. She turned and strutted away leaving me standing there feeling both used and surprisingly aroused.
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