Jennifer's Surrender (24 page)

I eased the
silk thigh high stockings up. They must have been expensive because they felt
amazingly soft and silky. Next, I put on the corset. Once again, I thought there
must be some mistake. The wrong size. Though it fit me around my middle, there
were barely any cups. They weren’t even demi-cups. It was just a little bit
that cupped and raised the underside of my breasts, pushing them up, but
covering nothing. Of course, there wasn’t any mistake, I knew that. Then I
slipped on the slip or dress or whatever it was. It was sheer black, with
spaghetti straps and fell to about my mid-thigh. I rationalized that you could
only really see through it if it caught the light. Though, with nothing
covering my breasts or pussy or ass, depending on the lighting, you could see
everything. Finally I slipped the shoes on. Naturally, they fit like a glove. The
effect was dramatic. All black sheer lingerie, set off by my bare skin, blonde
hair and smoky grey eyes. I liked what I saw and I knew Master would too. I
added a bit of lip gloss and then thought about a purse or a clutch. I picked
up the note again. Master was not one to leave out any details. He was
meticulous. If there was no purse, then I wasn’t meant to carry one. That meant
no ID, no keys, no money, no phone. I checked the trench coat to see if it had
pockets. Naturally it didn’t.

I started to
panic again. This panicking business was becoming more and more of a regular
feeling since being with him. I tried to remember what he had told me. Not to
question. That if I didn’t question, and just trusted him to take care of me,
that there wouldn’t be anything to panic about. I sat on the edge of my bed and
thought about this. I was having such a hard time with this concept, and he
knew that. He was being so patient with me. I resolved that for tonight I
wouldn’t question him. He was a very smart man. He must know that I wouldn’t
need a purse. I knew I could always be let back into my place by my next door
neighbor who had a copy of my key just in case.

I tried to
relax for the next half hour as I waited for him. I poured myself a glass of
wine to help take the edge off, and it worked. A little. At 7:00 on the dot, my
door bell rang. Trying to remember my resolve, I took a deep breath as I opened
the door. There Master stood. He was so handsome, but it was more than just
that, he was so powerful and commanding looking. He smiled as he looked me over
and then leaned in to kiss me on my cheek.

 
“Jennifer, you look lovely. I’ve missed
you.” He whispered into my ear. Just his brief touch and appreciation set my
heart on fire.

I had to clear
my throat to answer, “Thank you, Master. I’ve missed you too.” It was barely
above a whisper but he heard it.

 
“That sounds so lovely on your lips.” He
said as he caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles and gave me a small
smile. Then he held out his arm, clear that I was to put mine through and hold
onto the inside of his elbow. We walked silently to his car. Ever the
gentleman, he opened my door and helped me slide in. I loved the smell of his
car. It must have been brand new, and I shuddered for a moment as I realized
everything was so short, if I wasn’t careful, my pussy would rub against the
leather. I could feel that I was already wet, and without any underwear, I was
either going to leave a puddle on the seat or a stain on my dress and jacket.

When he slid
in, he could see the concern on my face, “Jennifer, you look worried.”

Damn it. Why
did he have to be so damn perceptive? I knew better than to lie or fumble for
an excuse. I knew by now that he liked honesty and clarity. “I’m worried that,
without any underwear, and with my pussy as wet as it is, I’m either going to
stain your seat or my dress and coat, or all of them.”

He smiled, “I
appreciate you not beating around the bush, Jennifer.” He paused, looking me up
and down, thinking. “Lift your skirt and jacket. I don’t want those getting
stained.” I did as he asked and sat down so I could feel the smooth leather
against the back of my thighs, ass and exceedingly wet sex. “Good girl.” He
said and I beamed.

 
“But you’re right. Your pussy juices will
stain my leather. And I don’t want that. So, when we get out, you’ll just have
to lick the seat clean.” He said in such a matter of fact tone, as he buckled
his seat belt. I couldn’t hide the horror in my expression. I opened my mouth,
and then thought better of it and closed it. He stared at me and waited until I
realized what he was waiting for.

 
“Yes, Master.” I whispered.

 
“Good girl. Now buckle up.” I did as I
was told and tried to calm my mind. I told myself he was probably just saying
that to scare me. But I didn’t understand why he was being so distant, so mean.
Certainly he wasn’t going to make me bend over and lick the seat in public.
Would he do that to me? “Jennifer, stop thinking dear. You’re just making it
harder on yourself. I keep telling you that.” He said as he reached over and
started stroking my thigh. The feeling of his hand on me temporarily broke my
thoughts and I leaned my head back and took a deep breath.

His hand
slowly moved up my thigh to the top of the stocking, his fingers running along
the edge. He stroked the bare skin above the top of the stocking for a bit,
knowing, I’m sure he knew, that he was just making me even wetter. He must have
read my mind as he put his hand on my pussy and started making circles. I was
so slick that, as he played between my lips, I could hear the sticky wetness.
He played around my opening, leisurely, as he drove, then he raised his finger
and started circling my clit. It was already hard and I knew that it wouldn’t
take much for him to make me come like this. He knew that too as he increased
the pace, circling and circling the sensitive nub.

 
“You didn’t play with yourself all week,
did you?”

 
“No, Sir.” I said breathlessly.

 
“Good girl. I didn’t even have to tell
you not to. You did that for me.” I nodded. “Should I let you come, Jennifer?
Before dinner?” I turned my head to him, my eyes half open. I was already
worked up into such a lather, I didn’t know what the right answer was. Was this
a trick? A test? “Stop thinking, and answer me.”

 
“Yes, Master. Please let me come.” And
then I thought to add, for good measure, “If it pleases you.” God I sounded
pathetic. But as he kept working my clit, I couldn’t help but beg.

 
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he
asked menacingly, rubbing in a rhythm that was sure to make me explode.

 
“Yes, Sir, yes, please.” It was a
struggle to string a sentence together as he was rubbing it relentlessly.

 
“Ok, Jennifer. But remember, I gave you
the choice.” And as he said that he increased the motion, staying on one spot
and I could feel my whole body tingling as my orgasm rose up and shattered. I
moaned as he rubbed the last spasm out of me and then opened my eyes to look at
him.

 
“Thank you, Master.” I said breathlessly,
trying to recover.

 
“You’re welcome, Jennifer.” He said
sternly as he sucked his fingers, lifting his eyebrows, “You know, you taste
delicious. And you come so beautifully.”

I smiled shyly
and whispered again, “Thank you, Sir.”

 
“I hope it was worth it.” He said flatly,
splashing cold water on my warm glow. I turned to look at him, confused. “You
came all over my seat, Jennifer. I already told you what you’d need to do. Now
there’s just more for you to clean.” I felt my pussy clench as he spoke, trying
to keep the wetness in. Of course, it was too late already. And I knew, he
meant what he said. Before I could start worrying, he was pulling into a
parking lot of a small, very expensive, Italian restaurant. He pulled up past
the entrance, a bit away from the crowd at the front door, but still within
their line of sight. He turned to me as two valet parkers approached our doors.
“Now, Jennifer, I have done you the favor of pulling farther forward than I
should have, to spare you. But you brought this on yourself, and you will do as
you’ve been told.”

I sat there,
frozen. There was a stranger waiting at my door. Master was already getting out
of his. I watched him as he walked around the front of the car and I could see
he was getting upset that I was just sitting there. I had to move, I knew that.
Maybe he was just testing me, waiting for me to get out, and wasn’t going to
actually humiliate me in public. I somehow made myself move, opened the door
and started to take the valet’s hand. That’s when Master spoke to him.

 
“Just a moment, please. My friend here
needs to do something first.” He said to the valet who backed up a couple
steps. Master leaned in to take my hand and help me out and then said to me,
but loud enough for the valet to hear “Now then, Jennifer, lick your pussy
juice off the seat and make sure you don’t tear your nylons when you’re bending
over.” I looked at him and knew all the blood had drained from my face. “And do
it quickly, dear. I don’t want to be late for our reservations.” He leaned his
back against the car as he waited. I looked at him and saw nothing in his face.
I couldn’t bear to look at the valet. And as if it couldn’t get any worse, I
realized I was going to have to bend at the waist so as not to run my
stockings. Given how short the coat and slip were, I would probably be giving
anyone who looked a show of my backside as I licked the seat.

I rationalized
that I would likely never see the man in the red vest again, and I had no idea
who else could see me. I knew I had no choice. If I wanted to leave, I had no
way of getting home. No money. No ID. No phone. I could feel the tears well up
in my eyes as I bent at the waist, putting my hands down on the seat, and
started licking. I could taste my tears mixed with my cum and the taste of
leather. And I could feel a breeze on my pussy and ass, probably hanging out
there for all to see. But I had committed to doing this and I was too far gone
now to back out.

I don’t know
how long I licked. I made sure to get in the crevices too. When I felt I was
finished, I straightened up and faced him. I knew I must have been a mess. All
the work on my smokey eyes was probably half way down my cheeks. But I looked
at him and said, “I am sorry for making a mess on your seat, Master. I’ve
cleaned it all up now. And I’m sorry for making you wait for me to do it, Sir.”
Then I lowered my head and waited.

He tipped my
chin up and I raised my eyes to his, and he said so softly, with such
tenderness, “You’re learning, Jennifer the full impact of your words. If I am
your Master, then you are my slave. Now, let’s get you cleaned up before we go
in. He pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and licked it, then carefully
wiped my face. He folded it, licked it again until he turned my head left and
right and then nodded, “Ok, much better.” He said with a smile and then pulled
me into a tight embrace. I wanted to cry so badly, but he had just cleaned me
up. He could feel me shaking and cooed in my ear, “Shhh, shhh, no more crying.
I’ve got you. Shhh.” As he stroked my hair. I breathed deeply and calmed down.
Finally, he let me go.

 
“I know that was difficult for you, dear.
But you got through it, didn’t you?” he asked sweetly, like he really cared.

I nodded and
barely above a whisper said, “Yes, Master. Thank you.” which made him smile.
And, in turn, made me feel warm again, seeing him smile at me.

 
“Before we go in, there’s just one more
thing, Jennifer. You are a beautiful woman, you know that, don’t you?” he asked
but then continued, “I want you to promise me that you will be proud of your
beauty. Can you promise me that?”

 
“Yes, Master.”

 
“Good girl.” He said as he stroked my
cheek. “I want you to hold your head high, with your shoulders back, proud of
your body. Do you understand me?” I knew that it couldn’t be as simple as that
as I nodded. He took my hand and led me into the restaurant.

When we got to
the maitre’d station, we were greeted by a very handsome Italian man with grey
hair, probably in his 50s. He and Master exchanged pleasantries and shook
hands.

 
“Antonio, this is Jennifer.” Antonio took
my hand and kissed the back of it.

 
“Bella.” He said to me and to Master.
Then, addressing him only said, “Just give me one moment, I’ll be right back, I
want to make sure your table is ready.”

Master nodded
and then moved me in front of him, slipping his arms around my waist as he
whispered in my ear. “Remember what I said earlier. Head up, shoulder’s back.”
And then I felt his hands untying the sash that held my coat closed. I
stiffened, knowing what I had on underneath. “I’m not going to take it all the
way off, yet. I’m just going to open it.” And again, my heart was pounding.
From behind he undid the sash and then unbuttoned the buttons. If I stood
still, no one could see anything. But I knew that the minute we started
walking, the coat would open.

Antonio came
back, smiling, letting his eyes drop to my body for a moment, but then raised
them back up and said, “Right this way.”

Antonio led, I
followed and Master was behind me. I knew that he positioned himself there so
he could make sure I was standing up straight as he had ordered. Antonio led us
to a booth in the back, for which I was grateful. It seemed more private back
there.

 
“Here we are.” Antonio said, motioning to
the booth. I smiled and just as I was about to turn to slide in, he added, “May
I take your coat, signora?” I looked at Master and his expression was clear. He
even helped me out of it and handed it over to Antoio as he slid his hand on my
back, effectively keeping me there, facing, no presenting me to Antonio and the
few other diners.