THE MISTRESS'S VIEW She was watching him sitting at the bar. She had arrived before he had, and she had shrunk back into her seat when he walked in the door, hopefully he would not see her. For him to notice her immediately was not part of her plan, and she didn't feel ready for him yet. He had fortunately seemed preoccupied when he had entered the bar; she was always pleased with his obedience, and this was evidenced by his total focus on sitting to wait at the bar as she had instructed him. She felt nervous watching him sit there. He filled her with excitement, but she had never revealed at their past three meetings that he was the first sub she had experienced. As much as she wanted to share this fact with him, she felt that it may make her appear weak and damage the dynamics of their relationship.
She began to feel more comfortable as she watched him at the bar. She noticed how he absent mindedly stroked the side of his beer glass, almost unaware of its contents. She noticed his frequent glances at his mobile phone. And his shuffling on the bar stool reminded him of the gift she had sent.
She flushed with pride and perhaps a little embarrassment as she recalled the fantastic find on the internet. A remote control cock ring that would inflict mild jolts of electricity. When it had been delivered, she had excitedly fingered the cold metal, admired the workmanship that could make such a gadget so discrete. She had felt waves of anticipation as she had imagined him wearing it, thoughts that had kept her shut away and entertained in her room for a few hours that morning. After debating whether to give it to him personally or post it, she had decided that post would be better – he had sent her a text the day before to confirm it had arrived.
She was surprised when she looked at her watch to realise that 45 minutes had passed since he had arrived in the bar. Eager to move on to the next step of her many plans for the day, she sent him a text – “walk towards the door, and turn right before you reach it. Do NOT under any circumstances STOP”. She had to smile as she pressed the send button, and watched for his reaction. She was keep to see the effect of her gift on him.
She could hear the beep of his mobile from where she was sat, and watch him fumble is his pockets to pull out his phone. His behaviour was more suited to someone who was waiting for a ransom note! She quickly ducked back into her seat as he glanced around, no doubt trying to see if he could spot her. When she looked again, he was beginning to head towards the door of the bar.
A young waitress had stopped what she was doing to watch his purposeful stride across the bar; she had noticed the waitress watching him earlier – maybe she was wondering why he was sat there alone for so long, maybe she found him attractive. No matter; now seemed a good time to experiment with the new toy. A press of the button resulted in an immediate reaction from him, and she had to try hard to suppress a very loud cry of glee, which she managed to reduce to quiet sniggers. He had stopped as though suffering from stomach cramps, but managed to recompose himself. Waiting just a few seconds, she pressed the button for longer and really stopped him in his tracks. The young waitress had approached him and asked him if he was okay. She was pleased to see how quickly – but politely – the young lady was brushed off, and he began his course once again.
As he turned towards her, she smiled wickedly at him and he smiled in acknowledgement. She could see the growing bulge in his trousers; it always boosted her confidence to see the impact she had on him. She held out her hand to him, which he obediently kissed, and then she nodded for him to sit opposite him. If only he knew the thoughts that were coursing through her mind at the moment, the many things she had planned for him – them – over the next few months. But especially for today.
Placing a foot between his parted legs, she pressed down on his scrotum and saw the look of surprise on his face. He had done well, but she would save his praise for later, when they were in the private seclusion of her room. "Now didn't I instruct you - quite clearly - not to stop under any circumstances?" she said, her foot pulsating up and down, as if she were tapping it impatiently on the floor. "You quite clearly stopped twice on your way over here, and in addition had the audacity to flirt with the waitress on your route!" She didn't truly feel angry, or believe that he had been flirting, but it gave her pleasure to watch the fleeting expressions that slid across his face. The urge to protest, the realisation that to do so would be foolish, and the inevitable acceptance that his Mistress was ALWAYS right. He hung his head and meekly apologised, and she made a mental note not to be too harsh with the whip later.
“Get it out” she ordered, nodding her head towards his trousers. He paused, but not for too long – she maintained a serious face, and kept her cool. She picked up her glass and slowly took a few mouthfuls of her drink as he fumbled under the table. His face was flushed, no doubt feeling both embarrassed and turned on by the situation. He was a good, obedient boy, which was what attracted her to him the most when they had first met. She leaned over the table to confirm that he had followed her instructions, and felt very proud of him as she admired his erect penis jutting from his trousers and twitching in anticipation. Resisting the urge to touch it at this time, she cupped his chin in her hand and kissed him fully on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He returned his kiss eagerly. “Such a good boy” She told him, sitting back down.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed the young waitress from earlier was approaching their table. He began to fumble under the table, and she felt angry that he would dare to do something without her instruction. “Don't you DARE!” she hissed “You leave that exactly where it is!” The waitress came closer and closer, and he looked as though he wanted to disappear into his seat. If only he could have noticed the looks exchanged between his Mistress and the waitress that were making her smile so much, he might have realised that this was all part of the plan for the day. But if he had realised that, oh, how it would have spoiled things!...
