Royal Treatment, part 2 [msub]

“Are you ready to order?”

Her words snapped Ben out of his haze. He was hypnotized by his waitress’s long legs, both covered in tattoos.

She rolled her eyes. This happened a million times a day.

“Um, I’m really sorry, can I have a few minutes? I’m waiting for my friend…”

The waitress didn’t even let Ben finish his sentence. A smile, a nod, and she quickly turned and strutted to her next table. She knew he would stare at her ass with every step she took.

Desperate guys like him were easy money.

Ben checked his phone. 11:42. It wasn’t like Queen to be late.

Did she get in an accident? Is everything okay with her and her husband? Should I call her? Is she mad at me?

Queen could so effortlessly throw her slave into a panic.

Not even 30 seconds had passed when Ben felt a gentle tickle on the top of his head.

“Thanks for getting a table, there’s such a long fucking wait already. This couple gave me such a dirty look when I walked straight back here.”

Ben’s anxiety washed away. There she was, sitting right in front of him. Perfectly curled hair flowed down her shoulders, red lipstick highlighted her perfect mouth, and her oversized Ray Bans gave off the, “I don’t give a fuck” vibe that drove Ben crazy.

She knew he’d notice all of these things.

She kept her glasses on, it was sunny out on the patio, and simply looked at Ben.

The waitress stopped by again, “Hello! Ready to order, or do you need a minute?”

Ben’s Queen spoke up immediately, “Yeah, we’ll get two iced lattes and one order of avocado toast, can you put extra balsamic on that?”

The waitress nodded.

“Thanks! Your tattoos are so cute by the way!”

The waitress smiled and did a little twirl for her. “You’re so sweet! It’s been a couple years, I just need to add some color to my shin and they’ll be all done!”

“Oh my god I didn’t even notice that. You look fucking hot.”

The waitress was clearly flattered. “I’ll bring those coffees right over!”

Not a word, a smile, nor even a glance at little Ben sitting across the table.

She kept her sunglasses on and pulled out her phone. Tapping and typing away, while Ben just sat there with his hands in his lap.

After a few minutes, she handed her phone to Ben, “My husband loves pictures of me while he’s at work, take a good one.”

Ben felt a sense of pride as he snapped over a dozen photos, capturing her at her best angles. As he handed her the phone, their waitress returned with their coffees and toast.

“Oh he’s going to love these! Thanks Ben.”

The waitress snickered as she set the drinks down. She placed the avocado toast in the middle of the table, and started to set down two plates and forks, when Queen quickly spoke up, “Oh he isn’t having any! This is all mine. I’m a hangry bitch this morning.”

The waitress quickly picked up Ben’s plate, “Girl, same! Let me know if you need anything else.”

Ben’s cheeks burned red as he sat and watched his beautiful brunch “date” enjoy her food.

Halfway into her toast, she spoke up, “So, did you have fun at our apartment?”

Ben nearly choked on his latte. “Y…yes I did. Thanks. Did you and your husband like having me come clean up?”

She shrugged while cutting another bite of her toast.

“I guess. You didn’t tell me that you fucking suck at cleaning.”

Ben started to laugh, but her expression made it clear that she wasn’t joking.

Over five hours spent scrubbing and cleaning all of the surfaces in that apartment, completely dismissed. Nothing more than, “You fucking suck…”

She set her fork down on an empty plate. She really must have been hungry.

Ben hadn’t touched his coffee, yet. He felt like it would have been rude to take a drink without her permission.

Queen gently touched her lips with her napkin. “So, do you have anything you need to tell me?”

He felt the blood drain from his face, “Ab… about what?”

“About last weekend.”

“I… I had a really nice time at your apartment, Queen,” his voice hushed to a mumble as he addressed her. He was still so self-conscious about anyone knowing he was a submissive virgin. As if anyone in their right mind would believe that this loser was actually on a real date with the babe in front of him.

“Nothing you’d like to ask about?”

“No. Um, no, Queen.”

She casually took a sip of her latte. “Honestly, I’m not surprised you wanted to watch. I know you’ve never gotten a BJ before.”

She said that last sentence louder than Ben would have wanted. It was is as if the whole patio could hear her.

“I wasn’t even planning on giving him one, but sometimes you just get in the moment and need to to feel him in your mouth. What was it like seeing that in real life?”

Ben was hypnotized by this gorgeous woman so openly talking about pleasing her man. His penis was rock hard in his jeans.

“It was really nice, Queen, but, it kind of looked like he was a little too rough with you. I got scared and thought he was going to hurt you when he was holding your head like that.”

She snickered, “Oh my god, no! I love when he does that. I feel like a little fuck doll. It’s really all about how strong and hot he is. It’s like a natural instinct to want to make him cum. A guy like you, though? Ew!”

Ben’s penis strained even more.

His Queen’s expression quickly changed. “I do have a serious problem with you thinking I’m some kind of personal pornstar. I could hear you waddling around our apartment the whole time and I knew that you were watching us. My husband thought that I had told you that you could watch, that’s the only reason he didn’t say anything. If he knew you were spying on us, he would have beaten the shit out of you.”

She picked up her bag and started reaching through it. Ben, dumbfounded, struggled for what to say, “I’m so sorry! Queen, I would never have…”

She held up a hand to silence him. She pulled a black box out of her purse with a bright pink bow taped to the top. Ben nearly squealed as she set it on the table. It was a chastity cage!

He quickly reached to grab the box.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He recoiled.

“Sit on your hands,” she ordered as Ben’s face went red. She knew it was important to him that he could still pretend to be “one of the guys” in his personal life. It was hard to cosplay as a real man while a chastity cage with a pink bow sat on the table of a busy restaurant.

She smiled wickedly. “Oops, I must have left your card in my car. Wait here while I go and grab it.” She got up out of her chair and slowly stepped and leaned in close to whisper into Ben’s ear.

“If you so much as touch that little black box, you will never speak to me again.”

Her breath made Ben’s hair stand on end. He gasped and felt his boxers fill up with precum.

Queen grinned and slowly walked towards the exit. She stopped at the hostess’s podium and asked a question. The hostess pointed to the back corner of the patio, where the restrooms are. Queen turned around and strolled across the patio, taking her time with each step.

Ben panicked. She was going to the bathroom first? Fuck, this pink bow was so obvious and the box clearly showed a picture of a male chastity cage. He knew that the table next to him had already seen it, as had the busboy who walked by and picked up Queen’s plate.

He began trembling.

Seconds felt like hours. He tried to act casual, but his body language gave everything away. He shifted in his seat, leaned on the table, put his hands on his chin. Nothing made the situation easier for him. He felt as if the entire patio was pointing and snickering. Most of the tables were occupied by couples, he imagined the giggles of dozens of curious girlfriends being met by their men declaring, “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

He checked his phone, it had been over ten minutes.

The waitress came by, obviously noticing the box on the table, yet remaining composed as she handed Ben the bill. He tried handing her his debit card but she coldly told him, “I have to go check on another table, I’ll be back for your card in a second.”

Ben felt like he was going to hyperventilate. The entire patio was a blur.

Queen casually strolled up from behind Ben. She set her hand on his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his seat. He must have lost track of her.

She stood next to the table and held out a pink envelope. “This is for you! Don’t open it until you get into your car.”

Ben meekly replied, “Thank you, Queen.”

She continued standing over him.

“I told our waitress that she can add a $50 tip to your bill. She’s fixing that right now and then she’ll bring the check over.”

Ben wanted to protest. He wanted to tell his Queen to end this cruel game and let him go home. He wanted to storm off.

But the precum leaking through his shorts was telling a different story.

She leaned in and whispered, “We’re expecting you at our apartment tonight. 6:00, don’t be late.”

Ben practically melted as his Queen strode away without another word.

He was in a fog as he paid $75 for the brunch bill. $25 for the coffees and his Queen’s breakfast, and an additional $50 to the waitress for being a hot brat. It hurt for him to sign the check.

He timidly picked up the box for his new CB-6000S and made his walk of shame out of the restaurant. There were at least 15 people waiting out on the sidewalk. More than a few of them noticed the pink bow and nudged their partners.

Once he passed the crowd, poor Ben practically jogged to his car. He threw the box onto the floor beneath his passenger seat, and rapidly tore the envelope open. Inside was a simple card with a picture of a vase of flowers on the front. Inside was a lovely handwritten note.

“Dear Ben,

You have been nothing but a loyal, eager puppy for us for the past ten months. Unfortunately, your actions have shown that I have not been strict enough with you. I mistook your generosity for obedience, and I blame myself for giving you too much trust. The fact of the matter is that above all else, you are a selfish, pathetic virgin who thinks that you have a right to my most intimate moments with my husband.

Let me make this clear, you will never be granted permission to watch my husband and I make love. No matter how many lavish experiences you pay for. No matter how deeply you sacrifice your time and energy for us. Never.

As a sign of your remorse, you are going to put on my gift to you. The CB-6000S is supposed to be one of the most comfortable chastity options available for men. This is important, because you will wear it for the duration of your time serving me. These terms are non negotiable.

Put your cage on, and bring all three keys to our apartment at 6:00 this evening. My husband and I are expecting you to be on your best behavior.

If you feel like I am treating you unfairly, and you no longer wish to serve me, you may throw the cage away, and are thus forbidden from contacting me ever again.

I will see you tonight,

Queen”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ukkiy3/royal_treatment_part_2_msub