A Slippery Slope, Part 5 [romantic] [bdsm] [femdom] [humiliation] [chastity] [sm] [real] [D/s] [F40/m43]

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“Turn around slave, I can’t see anything when you’re turned away from me like that,” she called out as she watched him in the shower like it was a Netflix series. “I need to make sure I understand what you’re doing in there to ensure you’re making the best use of your time.”

In all his years of being in the kink community, it was the first time someone had ever sat and watched him take a shower this way. There was something about it that made it extremely humiliating, and she knew it. As he finished washing and turned off the water, she reached on the counter and handed him a towel from her seat. His cock pointed straight at her, and was so hard, she could have hung the towel on it.

“I’m somewhat impressed slave, that thing has been that hard since we put your cock collar on it,” she ran the tips of her fingers down his shaft as she spoke, dragging her nails on the head. “You had better start doing a better job of controlling it though; I chose that color and type of pant for a reason, you know.”

She stood up and handed him the pants as he finished drying off.

“Underwear, Ma’am,” he asked in a very shy way.

“No,” she snapped as she slapped his cock hard towards the floor. “And it’s always Mistress.”

He put on the pants, and the rest of the outfit she had chosen for him. He had to admit, she had done quite a good job achieving a look he really liked on himself.

“Now go in the other room while I finish getting ready, and get your Uber set up to book an Uber Premier SUV going to The Polo Bar,” she was very specific in her direction. “You also might want to try thinking about baseball or something; those slacks leave nothing to the imagination.”

As he waited in the other room, he let his mind wander, but tried really hard to think of anything but her. When she walked out, she literally took his breath away – she was everything he had ever dreamed about in a woman. She walked right past him and sat down next to him on the sofa.

“Go in the closet, get my boots and put them on my feet,” she said with a commanding tone as she crossed her left leg over her right. “Hurry up, slut. You’ll have plenty of opportunity to worship them later.”

He unzipped the black leather ankle boot and put it on her left foot. He couldn’t help but inhale deeply as he zipped it up, which resulted with her delivering a swift kick to his balls with her other, bare foot. He was very careful not to make the same mistake as he put zipped the gorgeous leather enclosure around her perfect right foot.

She reached down and handed him her purse, and motioned for him to get up from the ground. As she led him to the door, they stopped by the coat closet and he put her familiar fuzzy black coat over her shoulders and then put on his. As he did, he caught a look at the two of them in the mirror, and had to admit, they truly looked like a NYC power couple headed for a night out.

The restaurant was not very far from where they were staying; it was just off of Fifth Avenue. It was somewhere that she chose for a very specific reason – it was always crowded, but very rarely crowded with people the two of them would know. She was planning for maximum humiliation for her new slave, but wanted to make sure to cross over to his professional life.

As they arrived and stepped out of the car, he could feel the eyes on the two of them, well, on her anyway. She truly looked like a Goddess. As they walked inside, her theory for choosing this as their date spot was instantly challenged. A man approached the two of them, and reached out to shake her companion’s hand, looking very excited to see him.

“Hey Dave, great to see you. Dave is on the board with me down at the agency,” he turned to her and said, nervously thinking about the next words he was about to choose. “Dave, this is M-M-Michele. We just met earlier this week.”

She was cordial to his associate, but he could immediately feel a coldness towards him as they pushed through the crowd to the maitre’d stand where they were told it would be about 20 minutes until their table was ready. The staff showed them to a spot at the bar to wait. He turned and asked her what she would like to drink.

“I will take care of that, you have already shown that you can’t be trusted to do as you’re told, why would I trust you with my drink order,” her words cut right through him. “Two tequila blancos and soda, something from the top shelf, please.”

As the bartender handed them their drinks, she corralled him into a very crowded corner. She put her drink down on the bar and reached down with her right hand, gripping and twisting his balls through his pants.

“When I tell you that there are only two ways you may address me, and you choose not to follow that order, how do you think I should react,” she twisted and squeezed tighter as she watched him bite his lip in pain, but also felt his cock swelling more the harder she squeezed. “And don’t think that this is a punishment, that will happen later tonight. Think of this as a little refresher.”

When she let go of his balls, his swollen cock fell freely and rubbed against the inside of his pants, he could feel it leaking precum the entire time. He looked down, and in addition to the outline of his erect cock clearly showing through his pants, there was also a huge wet spot for all to see. His only hope was that their wait would be longer than expected, giving it time to dry. As soon as he let that thought go into the ether, he felt a tap on his shoulder, ‘sir, your table is ready, right this way,’ the voice said.

“Let’s go dear,” she said playfully with a smile, knowing exactly what was going through his mind as she started speaking to the server. “Would you mind showing us around this place on the way to our table? I have always wanted to come here, and I’m so excited.

He simply hung his head as they were led past what seemed like every table on the way to their’s.

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