Entertain Me (part I)

Entertain me. That is what he often says to me. Entertain me slave. And I am left to my own devices to conjure something my Master will enjoy. This night….I decided to cook for him. A meal in several courses. A meal that he would not soon forget. Nor I.

My Master sat at the head of the table. A look of detachment about him. A King watching his court. There are times I can look him…and I see what a truly magnificent man he is. More than my Master……so much more. He sat there awaiting me to serve him.

I choose my clothing carefully. Something suitable, yet provocative. I sometimes think that my Master enjoys a hint of flesh, rather than blatant exposure. I wore a simple black dress with a red apron covering the delicate fabric. The neckline was square and low….accenting my collarbones. The hem was just below my thighs….giving a glimpse of my panties if I were to bend over inappropriately. I wore no hose….and a pair of slip into sandals that accented my feet. Also I had on a bra that lifted my breasts so that the swell could be seen at the neckline more clearly. Of course a pair of thongs, so no panty line would show. With my hair pinned up and out of the way.

As I brought in a drink for my Master, he smiled at me. Taking the glass from my hand by wrapping his around mine. I always tremble when he touches me. Like lightening bolts going through me. I shook a little and his smile widened. Some of his drink spilled onto the table. Immediatley he told me to lick it up for him.

I bent over the table. My breasts in clear view of his sight…and licked at the liquid. Like a cat devouring a small treat. He cleared his throat, then motioned for me to cross over his lap. I did so, slightly embarrassed as my dress lifted up so much. He further tugged it up over the swell of my ass and I wished that I had not worn the thong. He caressed across my flesh, then scolded me for my mistake. Telling me that bad slaves get punished. He then brought his large hand down onto my backside. The sound filling my ears. Over and over he did this until the burning was ever apparent. That is when I moaned out and could feel his cock swelling against me.

He stopped. Lifting me to my knees and told me to go fetch the next thing. Meekly I went into the kitchen, bringing back the appetizer. Several delicacies for my Master to choose from. He is one that adores choices. I held the tray for him and placed a plate in front of him. My ass was throbbing from the spanking he just gave and he knew I wanted to rub the soreness away…thus pretended to be agonizing over his decision as to what to take from the tray. Just a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Finally he decided on a few things. Tasting each one slowly. Making me stand there as he did.

When finished with that my Master was ready for his salad. I had prepared a nice Caesar salad. I fetched it and placed it before him. Almost he began to eat of it, when a thought occurred to him. He told me to come to him. Undoing his pants….and bringing out his already hardened cock…he told me to sink to my knees. Where all good slaves should stay. I did as told and he had me kneel right under the table between his knees. Then gave me his instructions.

I was to bring my mouth just to the tip of his cock. Not to actually place my lips upon it. But merely stay poised right above it. He told me that as he ate this course he wanted me to think of his pleasure. Of what a gift it is to receive him. That he wanted to feel my breath upon him at all times throughout this course…but if I were to actually place my mouth onto him, I would be severely punished.

I positioned myself there. Wanting so very badly to taste him. To feel my Master’s cock fill my mouth. Hear him moan with me pleasing him. It was a sweet torture to not be able to actually suck him…lick him….stroke him. I whimpered several times. But quickly my Master told me to hush myself and let him eat in peace.

I’m sure he ate slowly to bring me to agony. My cunt was wet and my thong soaked with my juices by the time he was done. He told me to rise and stand in front of him. I did so….shaking as I did. He brought one hand under my dress to my thong…and sliding against my cunt could feel my excitement. It made me cry out slightly.

My Master shook his head. Telling me, that I was suppose to be thinking of his pleasure, but instead my cunt was wet. I must have been thinking of my own. I tried to tell him that I wasn’t. But knew better than to speak without permission. He moved some items on the table over and then told me to bend over it. I could hear his belt sliding from the loops as I did this. Knowing what was to come. He was going to spank me again. He lifted my dress and pulled my thong tightly…it snapping off me. Leaving me with no protection at all. Marks from his hand faintly apparent still.

I held onto the table tightly, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to think of other things. But as soon as that leather hit my ass nothing but displeasing my Master filled my thoughts. Over and over again he brought the belt down onto me. Each time I would jump a little…my ass jiggling nicely for him. I whimpered and moaned as the strokes became harder. Soon silent tears were sliding down my cheeks. Then sobs. But my Master continued spanking me until he was satisfied.

My Master spanked me one last time with the belt, cracking across my ass. The stopped. Helping me to stand once more….bringing me up to meet his lips. He kissed me deeply and told me I was a good slut. Then licked at my tears right before taking a drink of the liquor I had brought earlier.

I went to the kitchen to bring back the main course……..

to be continued……….