From: an62794@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an62794@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 29 Jan 1995 06:49:02 UTC
Subject: Master Chris Collection

STORY.16
The Master Chris Collection
THE RESTAURANT
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	"We're going out for lunch.", I say one Saturday
afternoon. We jump in the car and drive to one of our favorite
restaurants. You are wearing a light pink blouse which buttons
down the front. You are also wearing a white skirt that is very
light and summer weight. Under this is your sexiest bra and
panty set in a white lace. We pick a secluded corner of the
restaurant and order our drinks. Our waiter is Jacques, a very
attractive French Canadian in his early thirties.

	We are sitting very quietly and looking at our menus
when, all of a sudden, I put my menu down and look right at you.
You look back at me expectantly. "Give me your panties.", you
hear me say in a clear unmistakable tone. You are shocked! The
menu starts to shake in your hands.

	"Here?!", you whisper in a near panic. The restaurant is
very crowded and you have never had to do something like this
before. You look around anxiously and then back at me, hoping
that I've changed my mind.

	I simply smile at you. With a last look around, you
reach under your skirt and surreptitiously pull the lacy white
panties down your legs and off your ankles. You quickly bunch
them into a tiny ball and pass them to me under the table. I
smile again as

	I raise them to my face to smell them. "Please put them
down!", you whisper, worried that someone will see.

	"You're wet.", I say, "I can smell it. Are you wet?".

	"Yes.", you say in a little girl voice. I take the
pretty panties and lay them right on the table in front of me.
You cannot believe it. Someone is sure to notice them and you
would be so embarrassed. You realize, however, that you are
indeed quite wet and aroused and getting wetter by the minute.

	"Raise your skirt so you can sit directly on the
chair.", I say This is not difficult to accomplish as your skirt
is still able to cover you adequately. The leather of the seat
feels strange against your naked buttocks and wet pussy. A
moment later your waiter returns. You panties are still on the
table in plain view. He can't miss them! You look up and see him
openly grinning right at you. You are mortified. You turn your
head away, blushing like crazy.

	"We'd like a couple more minutes to decide.", I tell the
waiter and he blissfully leaves. I reach into my jacket and pull
out several photographs. "Do you remember these?", I ask as I
lay them on the table. You recognize them instantly. They were
taken by me several days ago while you were in bondage. It was a
great session and you see the perfectly clear images of you tied
with your hands and legs held wide apart. You can see the clips
on both your nipples and sensitive inner pussy lips. Your pussy
is held wide apart by the clips and you can plainly see the pink
interior completely exposed. Your pink anus shines in one
photograph from the lubrication it has just enjoyed. In the next
photograph, the fleshy color of a small butt plug peeks out from
your tiny hole.

	"Do you think the waiter will like them?", I ask
mischievously.

	"Oh, please don't!", you beg. You see the waiter from
the corner of your eye, heading back in your direction. "Please
don't show them.", you plead.

	"Shhhhh...", I whisper reassuringly. The waiter arrives
back at the table. You hang your head feeling humiliated at
being exposed in this way.

	"Jacques", I say, "we won't need these at the table any
more. Could you take care of them for me?"

	"Of course Monsieur.", says Jacques. You are so
embarrassed that you barely hear me ordering our food. When next
I look up, the panties and pictures are gone.

	"You didn't give him the pictures did you?!", I ask
disbelievingly.

	My reply is a simple nod and a smile. Oh no! you think
to yourself. What will he be thinking about you. You notice that
your pussy has caused you to be sitting in a veritable pool of
your own juices. Obviously this has turned you on. On the table
now are a pair of nipple clips. You eyes go wide at the sight.

	"What are you planning to do to me!", you ask, "This is
a crowded restaurant!" You know even as you speak these words
that your protests will carry little weight. It is as it has
always been with us. You will do whatever you are told not
matter how outrageous. The thought scares you a little but the
fear adds a delicious anticipation to you. Perhaps you will be
asked to strip naked right here in the middle of the restaurant.
Perhaps you will be given like a plaything to one of the patrons
or to the staff in the back. It is at once terrifying and
exciting.

	Jacques is now hovering near our table, almost too eager
to please. "Jacques", I ask, "do you think she can enjoy her
meal while these are attached to her nipples?" You gasp at the
question. You can't believe that I am having this conversation
as though discussing the weather while you are right in front of
me.

	"Oh oui, Monsieur.", says Jacques smiling at me.

	"Very well", I say, "Dear, please go to the ladies room
and remove that brassiere and replace it with these clips. You
hesitate. Stunned at the request. Jacques is waiting expectantly
to see if you will obey. Your face is a beet red and you are
trembling with emotion as you slowly get to your feet and move
off to the ladies room. A few short minutes later, the nipple
clips are in place, pinching your long hard nipples in the
feeling you know so well. This is the first time you have put
the clips on yourself and you are not sure that you like it when
it is not done to you.

	You look at yourself in the mirror. The clips are
painfully obvious to anyone who looks! They are sticking out
beneath the flimsy fabric of your blouse and you know that there
is no way of concealing that. You look at your face for a moment
and it surprises you. It is not the same, shy tentative woman of
several months ago. You are radiant and obviously sexually
aroused. Your flushed face gives you away.

	You reach under your skirt for a moment to slide your
fingers across your hot clitoris. The sensation is electric! You
have to restrain yourself from bringing yourself to an orgasm
right away. You tuck your bra into your purse and with your arms
crossed across your breasts to hide as much as you can you
quickly move back to our table. Our food has arrived while you
have been gone and I am slowly eating as you sit down.

	"Very good.", I say. You look down at the nipple clips
sticking out from your breasts beneath your blouse. You are very
turned on. Jacques is back in a flash obviously interested in
what the next turn of events will bring.

	"Darling", I ask, "don't cover yourself up like that.
Show Jacques how the clips look on you." Your face turns a
brighter shade of red as you lower your arms to allow Jacques to
see the shape of the clips sticking out. Jacques is almost
drooling in his observations.

	"Well", I say, "you can't really see anything can you?
You should open your blouse and show Jacques how pretty those
clips look on your long brown nipples." You are astonished once
more in an evening that seems full of such emotions. You look
around fearful that everyone in the restaurant is looking but
frankly, given where you are sitting, no one can really see you.

	Your hands are shaking as they reach up to unbutton the
first button. One by one they are slowly undone until I can see
an expanse of flesh from your neck to your waist.

	"Show him dear.", I say. You hesitate once more before
reaching up and spreading your blouse wide apart to expose your
breasts and their accompanying nipple clips fully to Jacques.

	"Magnifique!", whispers Jacques. You hold your blouse
wide apart showing all your charms until you see me smile and
nod. Thankfully, you button up your blouse quickly. Jacques
seems visibly shaken as he totters off to serve his other
clients. You like the fact that you have that effect on him.
Everyone likes to be attractive, but you have turned him on with
your behavior.

	We start to eat our meal and for the next few minutes we
don't talk. The sensation of the nipple clips pinching your
breasts and your pussy getting slowly more and more wet keeps
distracting you. You have an irresistible desire to reach down
and rub yourself to an orgasm right here at the table. You could
come at the least touch and not care who was looking. Jacques
returns a few minutes later. You look down and see that he has a
hardon. Looking at you being continuously aroused has caused him
the same sensation.

	"Jacques", you hear me say, "did you know that I keep
her pussy shaved? It is quite pretty. Sweetheart, show Jacques
how pretty a shaved pussy is." You are so hot that you don't
even hesitate any more. You push you chair back a couple of
inches and begin raising your skirt while you look right at him.
Jacques has begun breathing heavily in ragged breaths. Your
breathing is more like gasping as you now raise your skirt right
up to your waist.

	Jacques gasps as he sees your pussy with its juices
glistening in the dim light of the restaurant. You can't resist
any more. You reach down and with one finger, quickly rub your
pussy juices across your clitoris.

	Jacques closes his eyes and his body twitches as he
comes. You see him bite his tongue to avoid crying out. A dark
stain appears on his trousers from his jism. The sight is too
much for you. You begin coming in short panting breaths, your
whole body shakes as wave after wave passes through your body.

	When you have regained your senses, and covered yourself
again, Jacques has disappeared. I pay for the meal and we leave
quickly. We make it as far as the car before you attack me. You
undo my pants and take my hard cock deep into your mouth. I
groan out loud at the sensation. The scene has turned me on
terribly. It was all I could do to wait until now. It takes only
a few short strokes before you feel my body tighten up and spasm
after spasm of jism shoots from me. When it is done I do up my
pants and we look at each other for a long moment before
breaking into hysterics.


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