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Subject: {ASSM} THE RESTAURANT Pt. 1 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast, rom)
Date: Thu,  6 Feb 2003 17:10:04 -0500
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THE RESTAURANT Pt. 1 (MF, solo, toys, exhib, voy, mast, pet, breast,
rom)
By callipigiman-*AT*-hotmail.com
Copyright (C) 2002 by the author

Author's Note -- This story is sexual in nature. If you don't like sex
stories, or are under age 18, you should head on down the road and
find something else to pass your time.

Please do not repost in other fora without my permission. Do not
include in collections (profit or non-profit) without my permission.

We who write thrive on your comments and recognition of what we have
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considered. Enjoy the show.

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for Paula Janelle,
who increasingly delights
my ear and my eye,
my hand and my heart,
my song and my soul.

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CHAPTER ONE - Preparations


Paula smiled as she stepped from the shower and used the big fluffy
towel to dry herself. The faint scent of citrus in the bathwater
tickled her nose, and she was delighted that she would carry it with
her throughout her evening out with Kevin. She ran the towel over her
short blonde hair, then dropped it on the floor as she gazed at
herself in the full-lnegth mirror.

She frowned a bit as she examined her body. At 40, she knew she was by
no means an example of perfection, and she was highly critical of the
way she looked. Her 38 inch, D-cup breasts sagged more than she liked,
though she had to admit that her large, pink nipples were pretty nice.
She did not like the thickness of her waist and hips, and had
undertaken an exercise regimen to get rid of what she considered
excess.

At the same time as she viewed herself through her own critical eyes,
she also tried to see herself as Kevin saw her: as a highly desirable,
well-built woman. Her face was attractive, her body pleasantly plump
and rounded. Her skin was pale and a healthy pink, her arms and legs
long and shapely. Her breasts were large and, she had to agree,
suckable. Her tummy was becoming firmer, but even now was not bad. Her
sex was shaved smooth, and was always fresh and pink--she kept it as
clean as possible since she never knew when Kevin might want "his
favorite meal"! Finally, her hips and ass, while broad and very full,
were her man's favorite parts, and she could not deny that she was the
image of an ancient fertility goddess: full, lush, and erotic.

Paula smiled as she saw the puffy pink lips of her sex beginning to
glisten. Just thinking this way about herself and about her lover made
her so horny! She wondered if she had time to play with herself before
Kevin arrived. A look at the clock showed that just maybe she could
squeeze in a quick self-fuck. She hurried to her bedroom.

Laying on her bed, she reached into the drawer of the side table and
pulled out her best toy: a dildo made from a mold cast from Kevin's
lovely cock! Actually it was a dildo vibrator made of a deep purple
gel, and it had been stretched and expanded to make a 9 inch long, 2.5
inch diameter monster. She had a second vibe exactly like this one,
except that it was a direct copy of Kevin's 5.5 inches, and perfect
when she wanted both holes filled at once.

Paula moaned as she pushed the big rubber cock into her already
sopping pussy and turned it on. The pleasurable buzz immediately
filled her loins and shot straight to her head, making her wriggle on
the comforter that covered her bed.

She remembered when Kevin gave her the two toys, which he had had made
especially for her. What a scene that had been, with her tied to the
bed, her legs held apart by a spreader bar, the big vibe in her pussy
and the small one in her ass--and Kevin driving his cock down her
throat until he filled her belly with his thick, steaming cum!

Giving a low growl, Paula began moving the monster dildo in and out of
her tight, dripping cunt. "Oh god yessss," she hissed, "That feels so
good!" She imagined Kevin's heavy body atop her, driving mercilessly
in and out of her, his hands running over her body in tantalizing,
teasing strokes. She thought of his lips on hers, then on her nipples,
as his prick thundered in and out of her throbbing, spasming hole. She
dreamed of what he often did, just as they were reaching their peak,
when he would lean in close, his breath hot at her ear, and his voice
singing softly some snatch of opera, or ballad, or some song that he
had written. She could look into his eyes as he did so.

The combination of his love-making on all her senses would send her
crashing over the edge in a long-drawn out keeing orgasm. The sudden
gripping and wrenching of her pussy, sometimes with her whispering her
own naughty things in his ear, would drive him up until his cock
expanded inside her and hosed her with his hot, wonderful spunk.

Remembering, Paula shuddered into a satisfying climax, writhing on the
bed as the buzzing rubber cock filled her to the brim and her fingers
tweaked at her large, erect clit.

"Dear, darling, glorious man," she sighed, looking at Kevin's picture
on the nightstand. "You make me cum so magnificently, even when you
aren't here!"

When she had recovered from the pleasure of her orgasm, Paula swung
her legs off the bed and sat up, looking at the box which lay open on
her bureau. After a moment sitting, biting her lip, she stood and
stepped to the chest. Reaching down she picked up the silky, pale red
blouse which lay at the top of the box.

It was soft and sensuous, and felt lovely against her flesh. She
shivered as she let the fabric carress her skin, and moaned as she
thought about the instructions that had come with the outfit which the
box held.

Beloved slut,

Tonight you are mine. You do as I say. I own you. You will not argue,
you will not question. Your will is to do my will, and your trust is
that I will not make you do anything outside your limits. Our game
tonight will titillate and impassion you, but should you need to, the
safe words as always are emerald, amber, ruby. But beware, saying ruby
will stop the game and the evening, and we will return home to a quiet
night, without sex.

Trust me.

Enclosed in the box is your outfit for our dinner and evening out. You
will see there is only a very brief thong for underclothing. You will
also see your special inspiration: the clamps and chain, which you
will wear on your nipples under the blouse.

There can be no argument. You belong to me, my whore. Tonight you will
do as I command. Trust me to give you pleasure, and to keep you safe.
I am my beloved's and she is mine,

Kevin, MasterSinger

Paula shivered and moaned as she read her lover's words again. She
held the silky blouse against her breasts and felt her nipples harden,
knowing that she would be naked beneath her clothing once she slipped
on the top and the short, black leather skirt he had chosen for her.
Even with the thong, she knew very little would be covered beneath the
fabric of the outfit. Just thinking of it made her wet.

She laid the blouse back on the box and picked up a small bottle of
his favorite perfume. She spritzed it lightly on either side of her
neck, and also right over her bare, pink pussy. She knew she smelled
of sex now, after her masturbation session, but she knew the odor
would simply heighten Kevin's pleasure, so she didn't wash.

Reaching into the box, she pulled out the black thong. The tiny strip
in the front barely covered her slit when she pulled it on, and around
her hips across her buttocks were three strips of black silky which
joined with the almost non-existant thong that slid deep into the
cleft of her ass. It was almost more obscene than going naked.

Next Paula pulled out what appeared to be a chain. At either end of
the gold length of metal were small clips, the teeth of which were
covered with soft rubber. She sighed with pleasure as she slipped
first one clamp onto a turgid nipple, tightening it deftly just to the
point of pain, and then the second one on her other nipple. The chain
hung between them, ready for Kevin to tug it lightly from time to
time, keeping his girl on the edge of sexual tension. She could hardly
wait.

The skirt was next, and it was elegant in its simplicity. It was just
a shade tighter than she would have chosen for herself, but she knew
that was to make sure her charms would be displayed whenever Kevin
chose to draw attention to them. Especially her ass--he was a
confirmed buttman, and had pleased her more than once with entire
evenings devoted to ass worship, experiences that had amazed her
because he had not touched her pussy once during them, yet she had had
some of the most intense and soul-searing orgasms of her life.

Paula looked over her shoulder at herself in the mirror, smiling when
she saw how well the fabric and the cut accentuated the plump globes
of her bottom.

She was a little less sanguine about the length of the skirt. It was
cut above the knee by about three inches. She knew that if they went
dancing, it would flip up and her cheeks would show. On the other
hand, she felt a little thrill of danger and excitement at the thought
that Kevin wanted to display her charms. She smiled and settled the
skirt in place.

Finally she slipped her arms through the sleeves of the silk blouse.
It was cut very low, exposing the tops of her breasts. The thin cloth
did little to hide the clamps on her nipples, and Paula panted with
lust as she realized that anyone looking at her would be able to see
the special hardware Kevin was requiring her to wear.

She padded across the bedroom to her vanity and sat, opening her
jewelry box and pulling out the dark green leather choker he had given
her. She had not worn it for months, frightened as she had been by her
growing love and desire for this man and his strong love for her. She
still was not sure she was ready for the committment of collaring, and
surely not for the committment of marriage--but she knew that as they
grew closer, the possibility was blooming like a flower in both their
hearts.

She closed the buckle on the back of the choker and sighed at the
feeling of this symbol of her submission hugging her warmly around her
throat.

A pair of gold earrings, and then slipping her feet into the black,
4-inch stiletto heels, and she was done. She stood and looked at
herself in the mirror.

"Paula Janelle," she smiled, "If you weren't his willing submissive,
you'd surely be his delighted Goddess!"

She grabbed the black velvet wrap from the back of her chair and
slipped from the room, to wait at the door until he arrived for the
brief journey to the restuarant.

<to be continued....>

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