Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 19:32:20 -0500
From: natalienessus@lycos.com
Subject: Entrée

Entrée (F/F, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Consensual)
by Natalie Nessus natalienessus@lycos.com 2002
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Entrée Chapter 1 - Female sub meets her Mistress in a crowded restaurant
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I could see her seated at my table when I entered the
restaurant. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her shifting nervously in her
seat, dressed in what she thought were elegant clothes. Purposely, I
continued speaking with the owner and tried to hide my smile each time she glanced
in my direction.When I called him to make the reservation, he had asked me
to visit the kitchen when I arrived to speak with his new chef. He wanted
reassurance that this chef was, as he apparently claimed, really French. "Tell
him an arrogant French bitch is coming to visit," I instructed, before
hanging up to consider my wardrobe for the day. "Madam," he said eagerly as he
took my coat, "I told him what you said.""And?" I adjusted my hair in the
wall mirror and allowed a hint of a smile when I saw her now openly peering
at me from across the room. "He said all French women were arrogant and
bitches and, of course, we love them for it.""Then he is French. There is no
need for me to go into your smelly kitchen. Now, my guest is here?" "Yes, she
arrived early and you are later than expected so she has been waiting quite
a while.""Pardon?" I asked icily. "No, no," he said quickly. "I didn't
mean you were late, only that you had obviously been delayed by an important
matter. Uncontrollable circumstances, I'm sure.""No matter." I cut him off
with a wave and walked towards my table by the window. Her eyes were wide
as she watched me approach and I felt the glances from the other diners as I
moved past. I had chosen a silk dress, my favorite for the color enhanced my
eyes and I loved the sound of it as I walked. Her chair scraped loudly as
she stood to greet me, one hand twisting the fingers of her other hand, her
nostrils flared. "Allo little one," I smiled, taking one of those nervous
hands and kissing her softly and slowly on the cheek, holding the kiss a
little so she would be enveloped in my perfume."Madam," she croaked and I let my
breath tickle her ear as I pulled back."What a pretty dress," I said,
smiling at her and letting her hand drop. "Show me...turn around, pet." She
flushed and I knew this would be the first little step, would she pirouette for
me while the entire restaurant looked on?A deep shaky breath and she spun
around quickly and faced me again, her breasts rising and falling with her
quickened breathing."That was too quick for me, little one," I admonished,
playfully wagging my finger. "We must do things slowly. Now, again but let me
see." Her face was crimson as she slowly spun around, the deep blue dress fla
ring at little at her thighs. "Beautiful," I said softly when she stood
before me again and the restaurant was silent, all eyes on us. "And your hair,"
 I said, letting my fingers brush her hair slowly over her ears, "I love it
too." A little gasp escaped her as I let my fingernails graze her throat as
I withdrew my hand.The waiter pulled my chair back and I sat, a moment
later she sat beside me as the low hum of conversation returned to the
restaurant. As we examined our menus, she adjusted herself on her seat and I leaned
close to her, letting my hand fall to her knee, just below the hem of her
dress. "Do not cross your legs," I said and her eyes blinked. "Subs do not
cross their legs, little one, your knees must be slightly apart." Her nylons
rasped as she uncrossed her legs and adjusted her self again. I noticed her
neck was flushed as she lowered her eyes to examine the menu."Put that down,"
I said as I examined my menu. "I will order for you, of course." Slowly
she lowered the menu and I sensed her disappointment, to be in this expensive
restaurant for the first time and not be permitted to even examine the menu.
Unfortunate, but it is necessary to exert control from the very start. The
waiter listened as I rattled off the entrees we would enjoy and we sat in
silence until the wine arrived. "You have your purse?" I asked suddenly and
she nodded quickly."Good, put your jewelry in it. The earrings, your rings,
all of it.""Madame, why?" the words burst from her as she looked at me in
shock. "You do not wear jewelry unless it is given to you. Sometimes it will
not be visible but often permanent.""Madam, I wanted to look beautiful for
you." "Have I not made myself clear? It is not what you want but my desires
that are important here. You wanted to go beyond the telephone games so do
it."Her lips formed a gorgeous pout as she removed each piece of her jewelry
one by one and dropped them into her purse. Coldly, I examined her, her neck
and ears bare and her wrists and fingers naked. "Much better, pet. Remember
that in future. You may think this is a game," I said quietly, "but I do
not play games. Is that understood?" Her bare hands rested in her lap, her
eyes were lowered and her lower lip trembled a little. "Yes, Madame," she
whispered. "You are beautiful to me, Cherie," I smiled and her eyes looked at
me, so wide and innocent. "Very beautiful when you are so vulnerable, no?
Now," I said briskly, "I have seen your dress but what do you have on
underneath?" She leaned forward, head tilted towards me and spoke softly after a
quick glance around the room. "I am wearing..." she began but I interrupted
her, "I do not want a description. Show me." My words were like a hot slap
and she looked at me in shock but I could see the arousal flooding through
her and with it, that delicious feeling of submission. "Lift your dress and
show me before the waiter returns," I sipped some wine calmly. "The
tablecloth will enable you to be discreet but do it now, girl or I will order you to
stand for the whole restaurant to see your boring little underwear."Her
hands were trembling as she held the hem of her skirt and slowly peeled it up
over her nylons. Her breathing was uneven and her pretty face was glowing
hotly. I looked down and smiled to myself as I felt the reins of my control
tighten. "Legs apart Cherie, so I can see," I said softly. "As I thought,
pantyhose with panties. You Americans are lacking style, of that there is no
doubt." I almost laughed out loud at the pleading look that filled her big eyes
as she sat exposed, wondering if the waiter would suddenly return. "Go to
the bathroom and remove the panties," I said as I swirled the red wine in my
glass.Relief swept over her face and she reached for her purse. "No," I said
sharply. "No purse. Hurry." Realization hit her that she would have to
carry the underwear back into the restaurant and her face went an even deeper
shade of crimson. As she scrambled to her feet, I let my hand rest lightly on
her wrist. "And no playing with yourself, Cherie. I expect you to be very
quick." Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed when she returned,
walking quickly through the tables with her white pants scrunched in her hand and
looking so humiliated. Step by step I was taking her down the path she
thought she wanted and wondered when she would tell me to stop. Perhaps she will
not, I thought, but quickly dismissed it as most women enjoy the game but
not the lifestyle. She thrust her underwear into her purse and strained to
close it, bulging with her jewelry and her panties as the waiter brought our
smoked salmon entrees. I ignored her as we ate in silence, watching the
traffic pass by the restaurant window until the plates were clean. "Bathroom," I
said, standing quickly, taking my handbag and walking across the floor as
she scurried behind me. It was empty and I pushed open a stall, motioning her
in. "Brassiere," I said, snapping my fingers. The sound was loud in the
quiet room and echoed lightly on the tiles. To my surprise, she took a deep
breath and unzipped her dress so she could unsnap her bra, then slid it down
her sleeve and off. I retrieved my nail scissors from my handbag before
slipping her brassiere into it. "Sit there and cut the crotch from your hose."
This time she looked shocked and I wondered if this was the point she would
deny the path and cry out for me to stop. Sitting on the toilet she spread her
legs and, hands trembling, cut the crotch from her hose, exposing her
glistening pussy to me. I led her to the basin and took the nylon swatch from her
fingers and wiped the lipstick from her mouth with the fragrant patch. Then
I painted her lips with a bright red tone from my purse.Turning her face so
she could see herself in the mirror, I whispered in her ear, "My little
slut, it suits you, no?" Abruptly I bent her over the basin and slid my hand up
her leg. "Don't shut your eyes," I snapped and her eyes watched me in the
reflection. "Let us see how wet your are." I was surprised when two fingers
slid into her warmth so easily with just a little gasp from her. Pulling
her legs apart, I used the lipstick to paint her swollen pussy lips."Now," I
said pulling her up, her face red with shame and arousal, "both lips have
lipstick, yes?" I tied a thin cord from my bag around her waist and folded her
dress over it so it raised her hem at least three inches higher. She gasped
when she looked down and her hands involuntary went to pull her dress down
and I gave them a little slap. "No, it is the correct length for a slut, yes?
" Trembling like a frightened rabbit, her tongue licked her lips as her
wide eyes watched me. It is amazing how raising the hem of a skirt can make a
woman feel vulnerable. I am sure she felt the eyes of the restaurant on her
as we collected our coats and walked to the cab. The driver was a burly woman
who looked us up and down as I gave her the address when we slid into the
back seat.We drove off and I leaned close to my embarrassed sub, gently
prying her legs apart as I whispered in her ear. "Imagine the conversation
tomorrow at the cab depot, little slut. She will say I had this woman in the cab
who had red pussy lips, such a slut. Such a wet and wanton hussy." She
squirmed on seat, the flush rising up her throat as I licked her ear. "I am going
to call you Muffy," I whispered and she looked at me in shock. "What is
your name, pet?" I whispered my fingers playing with her hair as she sat
revealed to the driver's eyes in the rear-view mirror. Surely the little sub will
say no to me now, now that I have even taken her name? "Muffy," she
croaked. "My name is Muffy." Her eyes were wide and pleading, I noticed her legs
were still apart and I knew I had found a true submissive. Tenderly I kissed
her, my mouth softly caressing here and she groaned against my lips. I held
her hand as we walked into my apartment building and the concierge rose from
his desk to greet us. "Good evening, Roger," I returned his greeting. "
This is Muffy, she will be staying with me for a while." Roger tipped his cap,
a twinkle in his eyes. "Good evening Muffy. Welcome." As the apartment door
closed behind us I gestured at the closet. "You can hang our coats and your
dress there." I turned around from pouring my cognac and found her naked
except for the hose and heels, her nipples erect and her breathing ragged.
Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her hose, her belly warm against my
touch, I pulled her close and kissed her once again."Have you ever been this
aroused, Muffy?" I asked softly and she shook her head. "No Madame," she
whispered, her body trembling. "It is a wonderful space for you in your head
now, yes?" She nodded and I pushed her away. "Take those off, let me see you
naked." This time, she pirouetted for me without question, her large
breasts jiggling with the movement. "Beautiful," I said as she stood before me. "
I do not like the hair, bebe," I gestured at her pussy. "There is a large
wooden chest at the foot of my bed with photographs in silver frames on it.
Inside it there is a red velvet bag, bring it to me but be careful of
photographs."She almost ran, her breasts bobbing and I smiled to myself as I took
my first sip of the cognac, imagining her thoughts as she saw what else was
in the chest. Casually, I took the bag from her and withdrew the leather
restraints and bound her arms behind her, wrists to elbows so her breasts were
pushed out.Without a word, I left her bound and helpless and removed my make
up in the bathroom and undressed, then slipped into my robe. As I slid a CD
into the player, I noticed her breathing was deep. Once again, I took the
red lipstick and gently colored her rigid nipples slightly, the contact
sending trembles through her. My hand cupped her sex and came away slick with
traces of lipstick."So wet, you are such a slut. You are not to come, Muffy," I
whispered and I lay back onto the sofa, cognac in my hand and my legs
parted for her. "We have had entrée, now I will enjoy the main course and if you
are good, very very good, you may get a little desert, yes?" Her eyes were
focused on my shaven chattel, a furtive tongue involuntarily licked her lips
as she followed my finger to kneel between my thighs. "Be slow and be gentle
until I tell you differently, Muffy. Be careful, I am sensitive." I looked
down and swept her blonde hair out of her eyes so she could see what she was
doing and her tongue gently licked my thighs. Closing my eyes I leaned
back, and as the Puccini aria began to build, her tongue started to carry me
over the long foothills to the crest of my mountain.    Entrée Chapter  2 -
Owned by Love - More of the story began with `Entree'
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of the bedroom with her head down and the faint tinge of embarrassment on
her cheeks. The thin white dress I had purchased fitted her perfectly, the hem
a few inches below her crotch, much shorter than a tennis skirt and so soft
and light. Her nipples were clearly prominent, as I had not allowed a bra,
just the high waisted white panties that were almost transparent and would
frame her bottom beautifully. On her feet, flat white slippers and a polished
metal collar locked around her throat, the attached medallion tapping
gently against the metal as she reluctantly walked into the room. Her blonde hair
was tied back in a ponytail, held by a thin pink ribbon and on her face,
just eyeliner and a pale pink lip glaze. She was beautiful and, although my
heart soared at the sight of her, I remained expressionless. "Is this what you
required, Madame?" she asked softly, a little hurt caused by my demands
showed in those beautiful eyes."Yes, Janine," I smiled and her head jerked up
at the sound of her name, a name she had never heard from me. "Yes, no Muffy
tonight, tonight you are my Janine." Her eyes sparkled and I laughed at her
joy, kissed her gently on the forehead and gestured at the table. "Arrange
the dinner setting, our guests will be here soon."Her face fell at the
mentioned of the guests. "Yes Madame," she said and started placing the plates
on the table. As she bent over the table, her dress rose slightly and to show
her plump bottom, cupped in the white gauze of her panties. Automatically,
her hand stole down to adjust her hem, to pull it over her bottom but that
would have spoiled the pleasing little effect I had created. "Don't!" I said
sharply and her hand froze. "Do not touch your dress unless I tell you,
Cherie." She shivered at the implications but went back to placing the plates
on the table while I checked my hair in the mirror over the fireplace.I was
dressed in a simple black dress, elegant, sophisticated and expensive,
perfect to intimidate the guests just a little. Of course, they would not know I
was naked under it. I smiled mischievously at my reflection as the telephone
buzzed and Janine froze, a small, frightened look appeared fleetingly on her
face. "Well, answer it, pet," I said as I applied a little more
lipstick.She spoke into the phone and turned to me. "Madame, Roger says the guests
have arrived," her face was pale and her lip trembled. "Will I tell him to
send them up?""But of course," I said gaily. "How can we have a dinner party
with out the guests?""She says to send them up," her voice was low as she
spoke and she pleaded with her eyes as she replaced the telephone in its
cradle. "Now, Janine let me remember the names, Linda, Barbara, Alan and Cindy.
Is that correct?" She nodded and her face grew even whiter. "You are
beautiful, they will be stunned. Come here and look at yourself in the mirror."
Sullenly, she did and was, of course, instantly dismayed at how revealing her
dress was and her face flamed brightly.Like a startled rabbit she jumped
when the doorbell rang and I patted her gently on her wonderful bottom. This,
after several month of training, was the moment; this was the evening where I
will test her commitment and her determination to be mine.I swung the door
opened and they smiled at me as I swept them in, introducing myself as I
did. The three women gasped when they saw her and Alan's eyes bulged."My God,
Janine!" Barbara said in horror, "what are you wearing?""Is she not
beautiful?" I said proudly. "Come, Janine, greet your friends." Face glowing, she
pecked them on the cheeks, Barbara's face frozen in disbelief."Must be
cold in here," Linda said slyly, looking down at Janine's nipples poking
through the thin white material."Now, some wine for all, I think, Janine." She
turned to walk to the kitchen and the guests stood watching her, Alan in
particular had his eyes fixed on her bottom as it shifted under the dress."I'll
help," Barbara said, desperate I knew to get Janine alone."No, that won't
be necessary," I said firmly. "Please sit down. Now, you all work at the
same office with Janine?""Yes," Cindy said something at last, her voice thin
and almost shrill. "We've worked together for about three years?" She
looked at the others for confirmation and they nodded."It was a surprise,"
Barbara said, looking directly at me, "when Janine announced out of the blue that
she was leaving.""Has she got another job?" Linda asked, watching the
kitchen doorway. This one was quite relaxed and there was slyness about her I
did not quite like. "She wouldn't say.""No, she has not," I replied as
Janine came back with a tray of glasses of red wine and offered the tray to our
guests. Alan was constantly looking at her nipples and her bottom and his
eyes widened when he glimpsed the white of her panties peeking from under the
short dress when she bent to offer the tray to me."This is lovely wine,"
Linda said, eyes on Janine, as she stood next to my chair, eyes downcast."You'
re not having any?" Cindy asked Janine."No, no wine for her tonight.""Why
are you treating her like a servant?" Barbara said hotly."Is it not clear?"
I said calmly. "She wants me to.""What?" Barbara and Cindy exclaimed in
unison, Alan's jaw dropped while Linda smiled and sipped her wine again."She
enjoys being treated this way," I explained, glancing up at Janine to see
her face was bright red and I smiled softly."I don't believe it! Are you
threatening her? We could call the police!""Tell them Janine," I said serenely
and sipped my own wine."I like Madame to tell me what to do," her voice
was low and her eyes were fastened on the floor. "I want to be with her.""
Show them your medallion." Janine blushing still, leaned forward and Linda held
the medallion to examine it, doing it slowly I realised so Janine's bottom
in the transparent panties was exposed."If found, please call," Linda read
slowly and looked at me, that sly smile playing on her lips. "I assume this
is your telephone number?" I nodded and she released the medallion. Janine
moved along to show Barbara and Cindy."I don't want to see it!" Barbara
snapped and Cindy shook her head."I do," said Alan and his eyes ran over Janine
as she showed him the medallion."What does this mean?" Cindy asked. "I don'
t get it.""Janine is submissive, Madame here is a Domme and both of them
are lesbians. Wish I had known," Linda muttered, draining her glass and I
signaled to Janine to fill it."What did you say?" Cindy asked her."Doesn't
matter," Linda said, winking at me."I think we are ready to eat. Janine, get
the entree, please.""Yes Madame," she said and slipped into the kitchen,
grateful to escape the humiliation of being presented to her old friends in
this way. I wondered if she would break, disobey me and leave with them, the
temptation to great for her? Just imagining that moment brought a deep pang
of regret, a sense of loss and a loss I knew I would take some time to
recover from."There's no seat for Janine," Barbara snapped as we sat at the table.
"She won't be eating with us," I smiled and Cindy gasped."I thought this
was supposed to be her farewell dinner?" Barbara said icily."It is and she'
s saying farewell to her old life and revealing herself to you.""In more
ways than one," Alan said draining his glass."You must respect her
submissiveness," I said firmly."Oh I do," Linda smiled. "That is a lovely dress,
Madame. I suspect it cost more than I earn in a month.""No, it would be two or
three months, I think. More wine?" I smiled as she flushed.We ate in
silence for a moment while Janine stood silently next to me; eyes downcast and I
imagined everyone's mind was spinning with the events. "Come here," Linda
said to Janine and my pet glanced at me for permission. I nodded and watched
Linda examine the collar. "It's locked on, I imagine you have the key?" she
asked and the others stopped eating, listening for my answer, Janine
returning to my side. "Perhaps," I shrugged."What if you lose it?" Cindy asked in
that annoying voice."Perhaps it is lost now?""You treat her like, oh I don'
t know but you treat her badly!" Barbara said waving her fork at me, anger
in her eyes."A slave, I treat her like a slave. Is that the word you are
searching for? I think we're finished Janine, you may clear the plates. It was
lovely, by the way.""Thank you Madame," she said and briskly removed the
entrée plates, her dress riding up a little and Alan, a little flushed from
the wine he was consuming, leered openly at her panties."Open some more wine,
Janine" I said. "We seem to be drinking quickly.""So, she's a slave?"
Linda slurred a little. "Interesting times for you, I bet?" she leered."And
for her but of course. Now, tell me about this little office you all work
together in?"Cindy opened her mouth but Linda cut in roughly. "Fuck work! That'
s the last thing I want to talk about, especially since you've got your
little slave running around here showing us her bottom. Have you had enough
looks yet, Alan?" she demanded."No," Alan said but his face went a little
redder. "I'm going to look every chance I get.""Make your little dick hard,
does it?" Linda snapped. I was going to interrupt, to calm them down when they
fell silent, watching Janine as she returned with the main course."Thank you
Janine."We ate in silence again, Janine by my side and I was beginning to
hope she would last the evening, survive this shame and be mine. "Is she your
slave?" Cindy asked suddenly and I felt all their eyes on me."Yes, tell
them, Janine.""I am her slave," Janine murmured, cheeks read and her nipples
twin peaks through the white dress."Is she blackmailing you?" Barbara asked
plaintively. "Can we help you get out of here?"A nod from me and she
answered. "I want to be her slave. It is my choice completely.""So," leered
Linda, "she'll do anything you say without hesitation?""But of course.""
Prove it!"I had expected this, as some people are so predictable. "Janine," I
said calmly, "turn around and lift your dress." The only sound in the room
was the ticking of the clock as she slowly turned and flipped the back of her
dress up to reveal her succulent bottom framed in the transparent high
waisted pants. Her face was bright red and I saw she was careful to keep the
front of the dress down, probably hoping I wouldn't notice. That brought a
slight smile to my face, as I knew the front of her panties would be displaying
a large wet spot."My God," breathed Alan."Take the panties off, Janine," I
said and I saw her shiver slightly but her thumbs hooked in the waistband
and I knew she was going to do it; my heart soared at her commitment to me. "
No, I said softly, "I've changed my mind. You may drop your dress." A
slight sigh of relief escaped her and she looked at me gratefully.Barbara threw
her napkin onto the table. "I think I've had enough to eat! Let's go
everyone," she ordered pushing her chair back with an angry scrape, Cindy
immediately standing."So soon?" I smiled. "What a shame."Barbara glared at me but
ignored my comment. "Come on you two," she said to Linda and Alan."I might
stay here," Linda said, raising an eyebrow at me. "This looks far more
interesting.""I think not," I said flatly, holding her gaze until she broke
contact and slowly stood."We'll show you out," I said graciously and we
escorted them to the door.Barbara suddenly turned and grasped Janine's elbows. "
Come with us, Janine. We'll go to the police."Janine peeled Barbara's fingers
from her arm. "You don't understand, I want to be here, I want to be her
slave and I love her. Thank you for coming."When we closed the door on them,
Janine stood withy her eyes down. "I'm sorry, Madame I spoke with out your
permission just then.""Not at all, little one, I was so proud of you but of
course a little spanking later?" I slipped my hand under her dress to feel
her shaven pussy through the panties. "Just as I thought, you are soaking
wet. You are such a little slut, yes?""Yes Madame," she said happily."Clean
up and wait for me in the bedroom. I have something for you."She was waiting
for me naked and kneeling by the bed, the light glinting softly on her
collar and her arousal lightly scenting the room. "Stand for me, beautiful one,"
 I said softly and she scrambled to her feet, arms folded behind her as she
had been taught so her breasts jutted forward.I stood behind her and softly
kissed the back of her neck just above her collar and she trembled. "Do you
remember when I took your jewelry in the restaurant, pet?" Janine nodded,
watching me as I walked in front of her, my hand behind my back. "Give me
your left hand." Without hesitation she held her hand out and I took it gently,
slipping the ring onto her finger.There was wonder in her face as she
studied the flat steel ring and examined the engraved words on the surface of it,
a question rose to her lips but she held it, waiting for permission and I
nodded. "Madame, please tell me what this means.""It is French, translated
it is `Owned by Love'. That is all." The realization swum over her and her
eyes glistened with tears and I couldn't resist her devotion or her beauty
any longer. Our lips merged and I hungrily sucked her in as the palm of my
hand gently cupped her wet mound. "Now, let us love" I whispered and she
murmured, "Of course Madame," as she slowly sunk to her knees.

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