The Submission of Sophie

Sophie's submission

They arrived at the small but select hotel on Friday morning. If you happened to glance in their direction your eyes would immediately be drawn to the young woman. Even though she was bundled up to combat the cold her style was very evident.

Her dark blonde hair, sun-streaked with lighter blonde, that spilled out from her woollen hat was shiny and straight. She wore little make-up and what she did was skilfully applied. The nip in the air outside had added natural roses to her cheeks. Her clothes, a simple tweed coat over a designer suit and silk blouse, were unostentatiously elegant.

The man seemed older than this girl, perhaps because of his air of command and the way he moved with such confidence, yet he was courteous and tender with her. His arm was around her, almost protectively, as they crossed the carpeted lobby and heads turned to watch their passage. A father and daughter? No, he was too young. An uncle and niece? Perhaps. They don't have the air of lovers. He was tall and darkly handsome with a sprinkle of premature grey at his temples. His clothes were also carefully chosen and worn well.

They signed the register and left the lobby, not conscious of the eyes still on them. A bellboy took them to their rooms, a plush and very comfortable suite. After their bags had been delivered the man dismissed the bellboy with a generous tip and a curt nod. The girl was taking off her hat and coat and he moved to take it from her, hanging both their coats in the closet then he sat down to watch the girl move through the rooms, his arm draped casually across the back of the sofa.

She was exploring, looking everywhere, going from room to room excitedly. Her face alive with happiness, she threw herself into the man's lap kissing and hugging him.

"Oh thank you, Thomas this is wonderful" she said, kissing him.

Laughing the man disentangled the woman's arms from around his neck and, giving her a quick kiss back, said,

"Sophie, this is only the start of the weekend, pace yourself…there is lots more to come".

Sophie was inwardly thrilled as he spoke; she was nervous and a little frightened but also very excited at his word, " lots more to come ". She and Thomas had planned this weekend to explore their relationship, to see how far they were prepared to go in their journey. Standing up Thomas held Sophie at arms length and, staring into her clear blue eyes, he asked,

"Are you ready Sophie, for our adventure to begin? "

"I trust you, Thomas." She said simply and smiled back into his dark eyes.

Although they had known each other for a couple of months, this was the first lengthy period of time they would spend together. Many times they had made love, each time reaching new levels but Thomas could see she was capable of offering even more, of greater passion and he wanted to teach her how to reach those heights. He was sure of his dominance but what of her submissiveness?

She was so young and green; he knew he would have to proceed carefully. It would be so easy to allow his libido to rule his head and risk alienating her completely. Although she lacked experience she had a great enthusiasm and a willingness to learn.

As they stood before one another he slowly unbuttoned her suit jacket, his eyes never leaving hers. She found it difficult to remain looking into his piercing, dark eyes; they seemed to both challenge and encourage her. She stood passively knowing that this was her role at this point.

He took her upper arms and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply for a minute. His hands slid down her back, feeling to see if she had worn the underwear he had told her to wear for the occasion and he was pleased to find she had.

She wore a half-cup bra that barely held her breasts and a suspender belt over bikini briefs under her clothes. He stepped away and she stood there, feeling strangely naked and vulnerable in her tailored skirt and silk blouse, stockings and 4" high heels.

He found the image of her standing there, unsure and confused, very erotic and saw her nipples obviously erect beneath the silk of her green blouse. Thomas made her wait for a full minute. Then he poured two glasses of wine and brought them over to where she stood feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He recognised her discomfort and put the wine down.

Although they had made love many times and knew one another's bodies well she was not used to being looked at so objectively and apparently, coldly, as Thomas seemed to be doing. Embarrassed, she coughed and fidgeted, and he smiled as he watched her discomfort.

Suddenly realising he was getting close to really upsetting her, he moved to embrace her and she melted into his arms in relief. He guided her to the armchair and she sat demurely, her knees pressed tightly together. She hardly dared look at him; his whole persona seemed to have changed. He was assertive and stern, making abrupt gestures to indicate what he wanted, but through it all she felt his love. At his unspoken command she picked up the wine from the coffee table and sipped it. He joined her, raising his glass to her in a silent toast.

For several minutes they sat until their wine glasses were drained. He hummed to himself, not smiling when she caught his eye and not speaking. The tension was almost more than she could take, waiting and wondering what he would do or demand next.

Their times together, apart form the love-making, had always been filled with chatter, mostly hers admittedly, but now he sat in stony silence and she knew he didn't want to hear her voice. She fidgeted and played with the empty glass in her hand. He coughed and frowned at her so she stopped, looking down at her hands.

After a few more silent minutes he stood abruptly, startling her, and went to one of the suitcases on the luggage rack by the door. He hauled it to the table and threw the lid back. She couldn't see what it held but she knew it wasn't his clothing.

On the table he laid out a white clothe and on that he placed several pieces of fabric, a tube and a small vial, a white candle and matches, some things that looked like large tie clips on a thin chain and, making her shiver, a thin vicious-looking switch. Thomas straightened up from arranging the table and closed the lid.

He looked at Sophie and nodded. She stood and took a step towards him but he put a hand up to stop her. He silently indicated that she disrobe where she was, in front of the big window and silhouetted against the light. Knowing that anyone outside who happened to look up at the window would be able see her she hesitated but he snapped his fingers impatiently.

Slowly she started by unbuttoning her blouse looking at Thomas pleadingly. He was lounging in one of the easy chairs, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his hands behind his head. Seeing she was not going to get any pity she continued to undress in a dispirited way. Impatiently Thomas sat up.

"Sophie!" He snapped. "For pity's sake put a little effort in to it! Undress for me! Forget the outside world."

She looked into his eyes and felt such love and desire for him that she did, in fact, forget that she might be visible from outside. She swayed her hips, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall slowly to her feet. As she stepped out of the crumpled garment she ran her hands over the smooth skin of her body in the way she would have wanted Thomas to touch her. Her hands travelled up to her black half-cup bra, the fastening of which was between her breasts.

She un-clasped it, keeping it on for a few seconds before allowing her full breasts to swell free revealing taut nipples hardened by desire. Sophie stood still now, a silhouette against the sunlight outside, in her black briefs and suspenders, her dark stockings and high heels. The room was in total silence broken only by their breathing. He beckoned her over and she walked slowly forward to what she knew could change her life forever.

Thomas sat forward and held out a foot, she knelt and tenderly took it in her lap. She undid his shoe and removed it along with the black sock. Then, as Thomas held out the other foot she did the same. He raised himself from the chair and, taking her arms, he helped her to stand. He stood in front of her, very close and when she looked up at him he nodded.

Hesitantly she reached out and un-knotted his tie, removing it. When she looked into his eyes again, he nodded and gave a small smile. Breathing more easily after she had seen the reassuring smile she undid the buttons of his shirt revealing the dark hair if his chest. She resisted the urge to run her hand over it, because she knew this was not what he wanted this time.

She let her hands run down each of his arms and undid the cuff buttons, again resisting the urge to take each of his hands and kiss them, as she would have done normally. With the shirt completely undone she pushed it off his broad shoulders and took it to fold neatly. Next she knelt and concentrated on the belt and fastenings of his trousers.

Had Sophie looked up at this point she would have seen that Thomas was smiling tenderly down at the top of her bowed head. When she did move to look up he quickly returned to the stern expression and she didn't see his smile. Thomas's trousers concertinaed around his ankles and he stepped out of them, Sophie took and folded them.

Now they were undressed, she kneeling before him in her brief panties and unaccustomedly high heels and he standing over her in his undershirt and boxer shorts, noticeably aroused. Thomas reached towards the suitcase that still lay on the table with its lid closed. He flipped the lid open and took out something black. It was a robe, which he put on and tied at the waist.

Sophie's heart sank, she was to be deprived of the sight of his body that she loved so and of the arousing affect she had on him. He indicated that she should stand which she did unsteadily, hampered by the heels. He pulled out the wooden chair at the desk and carried it to the centre of the room. She was made to sit here and he walked behind her to the table where the contents of the case had been set out.

The chair had been set so that Sophie couldn't see what he was doing but she listened intently to the sounds he made. She heard him come up behind her and felt his warm hands on her shoulders. He leant down and kissed her ear, whispering.

" Will you obey me unconditionally?"

"Yes."

"What ever I ask you to do or to become?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. Are you afraid?"

"Yes."

"We have a "safe word", Sophie. If, at anytime, you find you cannot handle what I do or ask of you just say "enough" and I will stop whatever it is. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Very well, I think we are both ready to begin "

"Yes."

As she spoke the last word he took her right wrist and tied it firmly to the rear right chair leg, then her left to the left back leg using some of the fabrics strips. Her position forced her chest up and made her breasts stand out. She felt her groin moisten as her excitement rose.

She still could not see what he was doing but she heard the unmistakable sound of a match being struck and smelt the sulphur. She heard him go in to the kitchenette and open the fridge, then the sound of ice being thrown into a bucket. He walked back and stood behind her silently.

Suddenly she felt a searing pain on her right breast and, looking down, she saw a trickle of opalescent white wax hardening on her areola. Thomas's hand came round and cupped her breast; in it was an ice cube, which he held against her stinging nipple. The pain subsided and he stepped back leaving a trickle of ice water running down her thigh where it had dripped.

Once again her breast was seared, this time the left. She gasped and stiffened, giving a small cry. His hand tenderly held the breast and soothed it with more ice, once more leaving an icy trickle of water. She sighed with relief only to be shocked by the pain of the hot wax on her thigh just above the stocking top.

This time, instead of his hand holding the ice he came round and knelt, putting his mouth to the scalded spot. His kiss was ice cold and she realised he had taken the ice in his mouth. Once again he stood behind her and she braced for the next drops of molten wax but nothing happened. She turned her head this way and that trying to see where he was, what he was doing but he was silent and invisible.

Suddenly she gave a shriek of pain as a stream of hot wax fell on the other thigh. This time he left it to cool and pucker on her skin. Tears of pain and fear came to her eyes and she began to wonder whether she would anger Thomas with her weakness.

She was plunged into darkness as a band of dark velvet was snugly wrapped around her head covering her eyes. Again she turned her head, this time to catch any sound he might make to indicate what he was doing. As she sat tensely waiting she felt his fingers remove the wax gently from her nipples and thighs.

Next the fingers were undoing her suspenders just below where the hot wax had been, and then around at the sides of her thighs. She felt him rolling her hose down to her ankles, removing her shoes and the stockings. Her legs felt freshly cool with the air on them and she became intensely aware of their nakedness.

She stiffened as she felt cold metal touch her skin and the "snack" of a knife as he cut through her suspender belt. Then his hands moved her knees apart gently but firmly and she felt the knife cold against her pussy as he slid the blade between her flesh and the black silk of her briefs. With a "snack" her panties fell away from protecting her most private area and she instinctively tried to close her legs. His hands prevented her and the knife made one final cut below her right hip, she felt him tug the shredded garment off her. His hands left her then and she heard him move away. This time, when she moved her knees together nothing stopped her.



She sat very still, every nerve alert, listening, even sniffing the air like an animal, her back straight and her knees primly together. Suddenly she jumped as Thomas's voice was very close to her ear.

"Did I tell you that you could close your knees?" He growled.

"No." she whispered

"You knew I wanted you to keep them open, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I have to punish you now, Sophie."

"Yes."

Tears stung her eyes. Didn't he care for her anymore? With a soft "hiss" and a loud "crack!" the switch came down on the outside of her thigh. Twice he hit her and she yelped, the tears sprung out only to be absorbed by the blindfold. Thomas wouldn't even know she was crying.

But he did know and his heart ached as he looked down at the dispirited girl. She felt his soft lips touch hers and she rose to his kiss. They kissed deeply; he to comfort and reassure both of them, she to gain strength for what she now knew was ahead.

"It's lunchtime. Are you hungry, Sophie?" Thomas asked her gently.

"A little, yes." She admitted, relieved to be returning to some normalcy.

As if by design a knock came at the door to announce room service. The room filled with the delicious smell of hot bread, cheese, garlic and fruit. . Thomas accepted the food at the door not wanting to expose Sophie. . After tipping and dismissing the man he surveyed the cart.

It held a basket of bread, two bowls of steaming Italian soup, a large bowl of whipped cream and a platter of soft fruits. Below on a lower shelf were several bottles of wine and glasses. Satisfied that his orders had been carried out he pulled the cart in closer and drew another wooden chair to where Sophie sat quietly. She was making sure to keep her knees open and the effort was making her legs shake.

"You can relax now, Sophie." Thomas said when he saw she was trying so hard to obey and she gratefully let her knees relax. Thomas noticed she did not shut them demurely as she had done before and smiled to himself.

Holding a napkin below her chin Thomas spooned the hot soup, feeding it to Sophie's waiting mouth. She winced at the first taste. "Too hot?" he asked.

"It is a little -- but it tastes so good." He carefully blew on the next few spoonfuls before carrying them to her lips. "Is there food for you too?" She asked, "I want you to eat first, Thomas."

"I am not hungry yet. Once you have finished the soup I will eat mine and then…" He paused for effect. " … We will share dessert."

The tone of his voice thrilled her and she knew he would have an unusual way of serving the next course. She finished the delicious soup and ate a slice of the crusty Italian bread, all of it fed to her by her lover. He tenderly wiped her chin, untied her wrists and removed her blindfold.

"Now it is your turn to feed me." He said slipping the black band over his own eyes.

She blinked and rubbed her eyes, flexing her freed wrists.

"As you feed me, Sophie, My hands will remain in my lap, you must kneel at my feet and not spill a drop or a crumb. If you do I will have to punish you, understand? "

"Yes, Thomas."

"Also, from now on you will call me Master. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

Yes, WHAT?" he almost shouted

"Yes, Master." She said quickly. Although he didn't allow it to show on his face he was thrilled with her compliance and, beneath his black robe his member was constantly stirring.

Carefully, carefully she spooned the soup to his lips, rising from sitting back on her heels to reach his mouth, a hand cradled under the spoon to catch any drips. He smacked his lips and licked them. For the last few spoonfuls Sophie soaked them up with chunks of bread and, still with a hand cradled underneath, she fed them to Thomas.

"Sophie, I would like some wine please." He said and she stood to fetch the bottle of red they had opened earlier.

Pouring two glasses she raised one towards Thomas then realised she would have to feed him the wine also. She carefully lifted the glass to his lips but he was, apparently, not expecting it. He started and knocked the glass spilling some wine down the black robe.

"Sophie, you must warn me, tell me what you are doing!" He said gruffly "I hope you didn't spill any, did you?"

What was she to do? Should she tell the truth and take the punishment she knew would surely follow or should she lie and hope he wouldn't find out? She stammered and stuttered, finally she said.

"Yes, I have spilt some wine on your robe, Master. I am sorry." There was a pause that seemed to last for minutes.

"Well done my little Sophie." He said gently. " Firstly, I have to tell you I made you spill the wine on purpose to see if you trust me enough to be truthful. Secondly, in all your concern over spilling the wine you still remembered to call me "Master". This time I will not use the switch." She slumped back and he heard her sigh with relief.

"Let's have the next course. For this we will shower then adjourn to the bedroom Sophie. I want you to go ahead. Have your shower then lie on the prepared bed. Wait for me there."

Sophie rose to her feet easily now the high heels no longer hampered her. Unseen by her, Thomas removed the blindfold and watched with satisfaction as she walked gracefully away with a newfound confidence in her nakedness, unconsciously seductive, her hips swaying. When she reached the bedroom he called out.

"Close the door behind you."

She obediently pulled the door closed and surveyed the room. Someone had been here earlier, unlit candles were scattered around the room and a large towel covered one of the twin beds. The air was scented with jasmine; Thomas knew it was her favourite scent.



Sophie went into the luxurious en-suit bathroom; all she would need had been set out on the counter. She started the shower and tied her hair up to avoid wetting it. Once under the soothing jets of warm water she started to relax. The remnants of wax sloughed off her breasts and thighs and with it went the memory of the punishment.

Skin rosy and pink from the hot shower, she towelled herself dry. She brushed her hair and let it hang loosely at her neck. With a little of the scented powder, jasmine again she noticed, dusted on strategic spots, she felt ready. Walking a little nervously into the bedroom, she climbed onto the towel-covered bed and lay stiffly on her back.

Above her she was startled and excited to see her reflection in a large overhead mirror. She moved this way and that, watching herself as she took various suggestive poses. She was so absorbed that she didn't hear Thomas softly open the door. He stood motionless, watching her with a little smile on his lips as she admired herself.

She raised her head and suddenly realised he was there. Giving a small scream she rolled over into a tight ball, giggling. At first Thomas moved forward, smiling, as if to join in the game but he stopped short and his expression changed.

"Sophie, this isn't the time or place for that." He said sternly and she straightened out, lying passively on her back murmuring. "I'm sorry, Master."

Thomas had bathed in the other smaller and less luxurious bathroom and had not replaced his robe but stood before her, naked. He turned abruptly and went back to fetch the food trolley, wheeling it in close to the bed where she lay looking slightly chastened.

"Now then, what shall I have for my next course?" He wondered aloud. "Some…whipped cream to start with I think." And he spooned a generous layer of cream over her entire torso, from breasts to pudenda. She jumped slightly and gasped at the chill on her skin but then lay still watching him.

"Now, some berries. Strawberries!" And he tossed a dozen or so plump strawberries onto the cream.

Sophie let out a small laugh but a sharp look from Thomas quietened her. Then he chose a selection of raspberries, blueberries and green grapes. Sophie could feel the cream starting to melt and run, she wriggled uncomfortably.

"Be still." He snapped, "I don't expect my dish to move!" With that he leant down and, using his mouth only, started to eat the fruit.

When he had eaten half of it and the cream covered his chin and nose he loomed over Sophie's face.

" Clean my face Sophie." He ordered. Instinctively she made to use her hands but he caught and held them, never taking his eyes off hers. "No!" was all he said. She realised she was to use her tongue and strained to lick his face free of cream.

Next, with his teeth Thomas took a large strawberry from the valley between her breasts and carried it to her mouth. He held it to her lips and she accepted it. It was fat and succulent and the red juice ran out of her mouth and down her cheek. Now it was Thomas's turn to use his tongue and he caught the rivulet as it trickled towards her ear, licking it away. He fed her this way until all the fruit was gone from her body and only soft cream remained.

"Now, be still, Sophie. No matter what I do, you are not to react, do you understand me?"

"Yes." There was a miniscule electric pause and she quickly added "Master."

She couldn't see but he gave a small nod. He lay beside her, his head adjacent to her hips. Leaning up on one elbow he licked her and dabbed his fingers in the cream. He presented his cream-laden fingers to her mouth and she greedily sucked. As the cream melted she felt it start to dribble over the sides of her body and down between her legs, it was a sensuous feeling and she longed to touch herself.

Now his mouth was on her body, his broad tongue lapping at her belly button cleaning her skin of the cream. He sucked one entire breast into his mouth and she stifled a cry. There was nothing she could do about her erect nipples, which remained rigid and engorged but Thomas, to her relief, seemed to consider that acceptable. Her other breast was sucked clean and his tongue travelled down to finish cleaning her tummy. He licked the cream from he small trimmed patch and she held her breath, as he remained a little longer, probing with his tongue. She tried, oh how she tried not to move or make a sound but when his tongue burrowed in and touched her clitoris she arched her back and gave a loud moan. Immediately he rose and looked at her.

"What did I tell you, Sophie?"

"I'm sorry Master." She whimpered. "I couldn't help it."

"Well you have to learn to control yourself." He said getting off the bed. " Go to the bathroom, relieve yourself."

When she came back and lay down again he took some of the bright cloth strips she had seen in the other room from the lower shelf of the trolley. Taking each of her wrists he tied them to the bed headboard and then her ankles to the footboard. Her arms were stretched straight up above her head but he made sure her legs were spread wide. Part of her tingled with excitement because they had played this game before and made incredible love that night, but she knew this was not a game.

He was brusque and business like, not rough, but firm. To her horror she saw he had the switch in his hand and she closed her eyes. The sound of him flexing it made her shiver and she waited for the sting. When it came it was across her pudenda. Not as hard as it had been on her thighs but it still stung her. Again and again he flicked it at her and she started to feel arousal, tears of pain and humiliation prickled her eyelids.

"Now, let there be no more disobedience." He said quietly walking away from the bed.

He went into the bathroom and she heard water running. When he came back he had a wet cloth, which he used to wipe the remaining stickiness from her. His hands were gentle and loving, she found it hard to accept that these same hands had whipped her. Once he was satisfied that she was clean he left her alone and went to the other room, closing the door firmly behind him.

For what seemed like hours she lay listening, then she heard the door to the suite close. She listened for any sign that he was still next-door, not a sound could be heard. What was he doing? Was he leaving her here? After a while she must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes it was dark, a sort of panic set in and she struggled to loosen her wrists, which wasn't hard to do.

She was just sitting up to un-tie her feet when light flooded the room and Thomas, now fully dressed, walked in. They both froze, he stood glaring at her and she lay back submissively.

"What are you doing, Sophie?" he asked in a tightly controlled voice.

She stammered, knowing that she had displeased him. "I was afraid you had gone and left me here…I-I- I heard the suite door close."

She felt tears pricking her eyes. He strode to the bed and roughly untied her ankles.

"Perhaps you're not ready for this." He wouldn't meet her eyes. "If you just can't trust me then all this is useless." He moved to the window and stood looking out at the city lights.

"Please Thomas!" She cried out then, biting her lip as she realised she had blundered again by using his name. She rose from the bed and falling to her knees she crawled to him. Blood was in her mouth from her torn lip as she knelt at his feet.

" Oh please, Master. One more chance."

He looked down at her degrading herself at his feet and he had no taste for it. He reached down and helped her to stand.

"It's alright. You know I love you, don't you?" She nodded speechlessly. "Then why can't you trust me in this?"

"It's like you're a different person." She whispered. "Someone I don't know."

"I am still the man you love." He was smiling; although she had not raised her eyes to his she could hear the smile in his voice and rejoiced.

"Now, I have set some clothes out for you in the other room. We are going for dinner at an exclusive restaurant with some old friends of mine and I want you to look your best. Have a shower and leave your hair loose. Wear exactly what is set out for you, no more and no less."

Almost before she could answer he was gone again and she stood alone in the bedroom. She walked to the outer room and saw the clothes set out neatly. There was a black push-up half-bra, black sheer hose and a black lacy suspender belt. A beautifully simple cocktail dress of heavy, wine-red silk was spread over the arm of the sofa with elbow length gloves of the same deep red beside it. Below, neatly set together, was a pair of high-heeled black evening sandals.

She showered thoroughly and spent extra time brushing out her hair. Satisfied with the shine and smoothness she walked naked to the clothes and put on the bra. It was not like any she had in her own wardrobe. When she leant forward to cradle her breasts in the cups the nipples were above the cup line. No matter how she adjusted herself the nipples were still visible. Sorting through the gathered underwear on the sofa she saw no panties. Thomas's word echoed in her ears…

"No more and no less…."

Worried that she was taking too long she wrapped the suspender belt around her hips and slid on the hose, hooking each suspender She turned, now, to the dress. On close inspection it was at least one size smaller than she usually wore. Her heart sank but she was determined to follow Thomas' instructions. She slipped the dress over her head and reached back to zip it up.

As she finished zipping the tight bodice she caught sight of herself in the mirror over the sofa. Even with her face naked of make-up she looked stunning. Her long straight hair shone, the bra made her breasts very noticeable and the exposed nipples stood hard just out of sight below the neckline. Next she put on the sandals, simple and elegant.

Her complexion was flawless and she seldom wore make-up. Knowing that a heavily made-up face was repellent to Thomas she just applied a little mascara to darken and lengthen her thick lashes and a swipe of wine-red lipstick. She chose a perfume she knew he liked and dabbed a little in the crook of each elbow and between her breasts.

Satisfied, she took one last look in the mirror. Yes, she thought, he would approve. Now what? Should she wait here or go down to the bar where she assumed he was waiting? She walked from the bedroom back to the sitting room, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. Then she saw something she hadn't noticed before, on the table by the window was a box containing an exquisite black orchid corsage and a small satin evening purse, black with tiny marquisette beads studying it.

She snapped it open to look inside. It held a linen handkerchief, a small mirror and comb, lipstick and eye make-up and a folded note. The note read - I hope you are you ready now. A limousine is waiting downstairs, be quick. The driver has his instructions .

Pulling on the long gloves she hurried to the closet to get her twead coat but it was not there, in its place hung a long black cloak of heavy velvet with a black fur trimmed hood. Still she peered into the cupboard looking for her coat then she realised Thomas meant her to use the cloak She enveloped herself in the warm folds, picked up the little bag and the orchid in it's box and headed down to the lobby.

People stopped to stare as she stepped from the elevator and passed through the crowd. At the entranceway she raised the hood, not just to stave off the cold wind, but also to hide her face from the stares she elicited. Just as Thomas had said in the note, a sleek black limo with its engine running waited for her. The uniformed driver jumped out as soon as she appeared seeming to know she was his fare and held the door for her.

Once cocooned in the warmth of the cab she started to relax. "Where are we going?" She asked the cabbie.

"I'm sorry Ma'am. I have been instructed not to converse with you".

She sat back, a little perturbed; it was all getting rather mysterious. The bright city lights streamed by as the driver sped through the night. Sophie's eyes were big as she gazed through the window at the people and sights they passed. The limo pulled in under the awning of an older stone building and a liveried doorman stepped forward to open the cab door for her.

The restaurant was certainly impressive. Thick carpets muffled the sounds of conversation and cutlery clinking on plates giving an air of discrete elegance. Soft classical music played and the tables were well spaced, separated by banks of plants. Sophie's cloak was taken and hung for her.

"Please come this way, Madam." The headwaiter murmured and Sophie followed him to the long mahogany bar away from the diner's muted conversation. As she climbed onto the high bar stool she was uncomfortably aware that she had no panties on and that the dress was shorter than she usually wore..

"The gentleman will meet you here, madam." And the waiter left her.

She accepted a martini from the bartender who told her it had been paid for. It was not pleasant sitting alone at the bar and she wished that Thomas would join her soon. Once she was sure she heard Thomas's distinctive laugh but, when she turned to look, he was nowhere insight. Then, suddenly he was there, he was in evening dress and looked even more handsome than usual.

"Stand up Sophie. Turn around so that I can see you."

She slipped from the stool and stepped away from the bar, turning slowly to him, eyes averted. He motioned her to continue turning and she did a slow twirl.

"Charming." He said. "You look absolutely perfect." She smiled, resisting the urge to look into his eyes.

"You can sit again." Thomas sat down beside her and she kept her eyes on the drink in front of her.

It was then that she noticed that her short dress had ridden up exposing her stocking-tops, she tried to pull it down but he took her hand in his and stopped her. She looked nervously around wondering whether the other patrons had noticed. Two men sitting at a table a short distance away were staring at her in an obvious way and Sophie squirmed uncomfortably.

"Turn and face the room Sophie. I want to show you off. I am so proud of the way you look."

Thomas swivelled Sophie's bar stool so she was looking out right at the two staring men. The heels of Sophie's shoes were hooked into the foot bar of the stool and her knees were pressed tightly together, she was painfully aware of the fact that she was panty-less. The two men were at eye level with Sophie's crotch and made no pretence of their interest.

"Open your knees Sophie." She turned to him, appealing with her eyes but he just nodded firmly, his eyes glittering.

Slowly she relaxed her muscles and her thighs fell open. She kept her eyes lowered, unable to look at the ogling men. She knew they could see everything; she felt humiliated and excited all at once, humiliated that strangers were seeing her in a way that only Thomas had so far, and excited because she knew Thomas was proud of her. It was a new feeling for her and she gradually grew more confident, sitting up straighter and tossing her hair aside.

Thomas noticed the change in her and was watching her carefully. He found her new self-assurance arousing and knowing that the two watchers were turned on just increased his arousal. The waiter approached and told them their table was ready. Thomas held Sophie's elbow as she slipped off the bar stool and, smiling sweetly at the two sweating men, she followed the waiter into the dining room.

Their table was in a secluded corner of the dining room, hidden from the other diners by lush foliage. Sophie took the seat pulled out for her by Thomas and as he sat down she remembered to keep her eyes averted. Looking down she realised the table top was glass and she could see their legs and feet below. Instinctively she drew her feet in and tucked them under her chair.

Her eyes widened as she felt Thomas's shoeless foot press her knees open and travel upward. The waiter immediately saw what was happening and blushed deeply.

" M-m-m-may I take your order now?" He said huskily. "Or would you like a few more minutes?"

"We'll order now." Thomas said decisively. "We'd like the oysters on the half shell to start with, and some chilled white wine…. Australian Chardonnay."

"Yes, sir." And he was gone. Being seen in such a position mortified Sophie.

"What's wrong with you Sophie?" Thomas asked impatiently.

"He saw everything Thomas…how could you?"

"For God's sake Sophie! He's seen far worse I'm sure. Do you realise you have just addressed me incorrectly?" His foot squirmed hard against her and she gave a little gasp of pain, closing her thighs involuntarily. " This means punishment before the end of the meal."

The oysters were perfection and the wine was the ideal accompaniment. Next Thomas ordered an Indian dish, Butter Chicken. It arrived with assorted chutneys and breads. All through the meal Thomas kept one shoe-less foot or the other in Sophie's crotch, she was constantly on the verge of climaxing but he was careful to pull back as soon as her skin flushed and she moaned softly. The waiter had recovered his cool exterior and he lingered a little longer on each visit to their table, his gaze passing through the glass top to the action below each time he replenished their glasses.

As the curry dishes were being removed, Thomas said to the waiter. "We will wait a while before ordering dessert. Come back in 15 minutes. " A small, knowing smile flickered across the waiter's face, he nodded and left.

"Sophie, time for your punishment. I want you to kneel under the table and take my cock out of my trousers"

She slid down and moved to kneel between Thomas's open knees. Unzipping and opening his fly she carefully removed his almost erect cock. As she held it she felt it stiffen in her hand and Thomas shifted in his chair.

"Now, make me come before the waiter returns but be careful not to stain that lovely dress."

She did what she had done so often before, tenderly stroking the hot flesh. As the beads of pre-cum formed she licked them away hearing Thomas's soft moans from above. She used her tongue and lips in such a way that he slumped down to receive her better. His hand held her head with his fingers tangled in her hair. After a few minutes he firmly pushed her head onto his rigid cock and she gagged audibly. She thought it was an accident and accepted his penis, sucking it lovingly. Again, unable to control his passion, he made her take the full length of his erection and jarred it into her throat, holding it there.

She was unable to breath and struggled in his grip, tears streamed down her face from the gagging. Just as she felt she would faint he pulled away and exploded in her mouth, filling it with his warm cum. She swallowed frantically to prevent the cum from spilling out and staining her dress. The more she swallowed the more gushed in, her mouth was full. Then she saw Thomas's hand holding out a napkin for her. Gratefully she took it to help clean the cum. While she was kneeling there trying to keep things under control there was a tap at the door.

"Come." Thomas called out and, to her horror, the waiter entered. At first he looked at the empty chair where she had been sitting then he gradually focused on her below the glass table. It took him a moment to realise what had transpired and he smiled weakly, blushing.

"Are you ready to order dessert, sir?' he asked.

"Yes, leave the menu and we'll take a look when the lady has collected herself." Thomas answered coolly. Shaken and mortified, Sophie crawled from under the table as the waiter retreated.

Her hair was wildly tousled from Thomas's hands and tears streaked her face. What she had thought was going to be a loving act had turned into an ordeal for her, which she lovingly accepted. Her throat ached where he had battered it but still she felt such love for him knowing it was his passion for her that had caused the roughness. The pleasant taste of his cum lingered on her lips.

She tried to compose herself, taking the mirror and comb; she did what repairs she could. He watched her, apparently dispassionately, but inside he ached to hold her and apologise for his roughness with her. He had re-zipped his trousers and was hiding his discomfort by examining the dessert menu. Sophie took several sips of the, now flat, champagne to try and calm herself.

"What would you like for dessert, Sophie?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the menu

She cleared her sore throat and looked at her hands, folded in her lap. She had no idea where this weekend would take her but so far she felt she had been a disappointment to her lover. She thought that she had failed to become what Thomas wanted and she was beginning to doubt her ability also.

"Would you order for me, Master?' she said woodenly.

"Very well." He put the menu down and clapped once, loudly. The waiter appeared looking nervously at Sophie but her eyes remained downcast. Thomas ordered profiteroles and coffee for two. As an afterthought he added a brandy for himself.

The cream filled pastries were delicious and she ate in silence as Thomas told her what the evening held for them.

"We will go downstairs to the ballroom. I believe you are an excellent dancer Sophie but, as you know, I do not enjoy it. You must accept any and all who invite you to partner them. Some may behave in a way that will shock you but you must show no emotion. I will be watching you at all times, do you understand?" Silently she nodded.

They finished the meal and Thomas carried his brandy snifter down stairs with him. As they reached the last step and stood in the wide entrance hall Sophie stopped.

"May I be excused, Master?" she asked, eyes lowered. "I would like to freshen up."

"Very well." He sat in one of the plush armchairs scattered around the wall and sipped his brandy. "You need to re-apply your make-up. Be quick, Sophie. I will wait here"

She hastened to the ladies room and, peeling off the long, red gloves, she stood in front of the mirror. Horrified at her ruined appearance she hurriedly splashed coldwater on her face to cool it. She combed out her tangled hair until it shone once more and applied the make-up carefully. When she was satisfied that she looked as she had back at the hotel she went out to join her lover. He rose as she approached and, taking her arm, he led her towards the music.