As Richard led me downstairs from his bedroom, I was still kind ofdully excited. It's the sort of thing that happens to me occasionally when Iget sexually excited up to a point - but have no climax. My pussy is tender,kind of itchy/achy deep inside the flesh of the lips. My clitoris is swollenand I feel little shocks of pleasure when I walk. I was still very wet - hehad given me no opportunity to wipe myself off or anything - and I wasintensely conscious of that, since I would never just walk around like that. As we passed my bedroom, he told me he would meet me downstairs in theliving room. I went in, found the paper and pen in the dressing table, wherehe said it would be, and wrote down the name of the stockings as I had beeninstructed. Then I went into the bathroom to "brush my hair". The hairbrush he had spoken of was on a counter to the right of thesink. As I picked it up, I saw that it was round, with bristles all around.It had a small head - almost like a child's brush, I thought. I raised myskirt and pettycoat up with my left hand and, looking in the mirror to seewhat I was doing, I began to brush my pubic hair. I had never done this before, and I was surprised at how good it felt.Of course, I was so excited that any attention paid to the area around mypussy was going to be pleasurable. But this was relaxingly exciting. It keptthe thrills of electricity jumping through the lips of my pussy and each tinytug pulling on the lips made my clit throb. I could have gotten lost in thefeeling - but I knew without his having told me that Richard expected me to dowhat I had been told and get downstairs immediately. So I concentrated onbrushing and sort of twisting the handle of the brush as I stroked, which mademy pubic hair fluff out the way Richard wanted it. There was something verystrange about styling my pubic hair for a man I had only met once before andwith whom I had not even gone to bed yet - but it was exciting and kind ofnasty, which was exactly what I wanted! I finished and smoothed the dress and crinoline back into place. Iwas happy to see that, even though Richard had made me stand with the skirtbunched up over my waist for quite a while, it still looked unwrinkled andpresentable. I wanted to look good for him - particularly for this first meeting. As I entered the living room, I saw that Richard was sitting in aneasy chair, sipping a glass of champagne. I walked over toward his chair, butdidn't get too close. I was unsure what he wanted of me, and preferred to besafe rather than sorry. "Come over here in front of me and lift your skirt so I can see howyou look," Richard ordered. I stopped about 3 feet in front of him and lifted the skirt. He satthere for a moment studying me, then nodded and told me to let my skirt down. "That's good, Michelle," he said. "From now on, when you're with me,you'll pay particular attention to your pussy hair for me.
I want you to brush it often, like that. I like it to be brushed, oneither side, away from the lips, so they are clearly visible. You have thick,luxurient hair there. While it's attractive, we don't want it to cover upthose lips." He smiled at me. "When you shower, I will expect you to useshampoo and conditioner on it, as you would the hair on your head. Since itpleases me to see your pussy hair looking good, it will please you to makesure that it does. Understood?" "Yes, Master," I replied, my eyes directed toward his crotch, as I hadbeen ordered to do earlier. For the first time, I thought that I detectedmore there than usual. It looked like he had a bit of a hard-on! Thank God!!Maybe I was finally turning him on! "We have reservations this evening at a restaurant down in TriBeCacalled "211". Are you all ready to go out?" "Yes, Master," I responded. I was becoming very careful. I wouldhave liked to say that I was ready, unless he wanted me to dress differently,or anything. I would not, by myself or with others, have gone to TriBeCawearing what I was wearing. It was the artists' section of New York, andeveryone down there, practically, wore black cotton everything in the summer.But I knew that to do more than simply reply would be to incur his anger. "Good! I have a small evening bag here for you to carry. It haseverything in it that you might need. No need to open it and look - just takeit with you." "Yes, Master," I meekly replied - but I was immediately suspicious.Why didn't he want me to look into the bag? I followed him out the front door and stood on the landing while helocked the door and set the alarm. It was a beautiful late summer evening -warm enough to be comfortable wearing very little, but not hot enough for meto be uncomfortable with the petticoat and stockings I was wearing. We walked out to the sidewalk and toward Seventh Avenue to look for acab. He took my arm, and to everyone who passed us we must have looked liketwo "normal" lovers. I felt relaxed and comfortable with him - but I couldn'tescape the novel feeling of my naked pussy under my dress, and the coolness asthe breeze occasionally found the small drops of moisture that coated theouter part of the lips. After a short ride down to the lower part of Manhattan, we drew up infront of a really lovely restaurant set in the street floor of a manufacturingand warehouse building. Out front were a number of tables. One, it turnedout, had been reserved for us - a table for four with two chairs on adjoiningsides, just to the left of the front door. I sat down in the chair closest to the street. The platform thetables were on was elevated about four feet above street level, so we had agreat view of the passing parade of pedestrians. Richard sat on my left. Heordered champagne for himself and seltzer water for me (since I don't drink)and settled back, getting comfortable. It was obvious that all the waitersand waitresses knew him and deferred to him as one would to a favored customer. As we reviewed the menu, Richard told me to relax and talk "normally"to him. He would not, at this stage in our relationship, force me to call him"Master" in public, he said. Although it was nice to relax and enjoy theevening, there was a certain "edge" that I had already begun to enjoy in ourroles of master/slave that I sort of missed. Dinner was delicious. After salad and the main course, we bothelected only coffee for desert. I was full - and some of the excitement,which had subsided while we ate our meal and talked quietly, was coming back.I had butterflies in my stomach, remembering the purpose of the weekend, andassuming that we would get back to that purpose when we got back to theapartment. As we sipped our coffee, I felt Richard's hand on the inside of myleft thigh. The skirt was short and rode up quite a ways as I sat - so mylegs were almost completely bare under the tablecloth. No one could see as hestroked and caressed me - within a few feet of other diners and right abovethe heads of the pedestrians. I sat, not moving, as his hand went higher andhigher, above the top of my stocking. He stroked the sensitive skin of mygroin, between my thighs and my pussy, with just the tips of his fingers. Infact, his hand flitted here and there all around my pussy and my clit -butnever touched either. I was churning with excitement, and my lips were wet,again, from it. I wanted him to touch me there so badly - but I could only sitthere casually chatting with him, putting on a front for the other diners. When I thought I couldn't take it any more, he suddenly stoppedteasing me. His hand rose from my legs and, grasping my left hand, drew itunder the tablecloth and down to his lap. When he let go, I realized that hiszipper was down and his cock was exposed! For a moment, my hand just laythere. I was too shocked to do anything about it. I looked at him, and hiseyes bored into mine. The meaning was clear, of course, and slowly (carefulnot to make a movement which would be seen by others) I took his hard cock inmy hand. It was much larger than I had thought. Thicker and longer, from thefeel of it, than most of the cocks I had experienced before. I began tostroke him and found that he was not circumcised, which surprised me. Forsome reason, he was the first uncircumcised man I had ever been with. Ienjoyed the feeling of the foreskin sliding up and back over the head of hiscock - and the excitement of feeling the head stick further and further outuntil it was fully exposed. As I slowly stroked his cock, he carried on aperfectly normal conversation - as though nothing at all were going on! I hadnever encountered a man who was so calm and collected. I, meanwhile, wasdripping wet and dying to go back to the apartment and (as I thought tomyself) really get going! After I had stroked him for a few minutes, he leaned his head close tomine and whispered: "I want you to go into the Ladies' Room. If you need to, you mayrelieve yourself now - and I would suggest it, since you may not have anotheropportunity for some time. When you are through, I want you to wash yourpussy clean - I want it fresh and sweet smelling. In your bag you'll find abrush similar to the one you used back in your bathroom. You'll also findsomething else that I want you to wear. It should be obvious how it works.It had better be, since you'll be punished if you don't get it right. Nowleave immediately!" We were obviously back to Master/Slave - and I was delirious withexcitement, again. I regretfully let go of his cock and stood up, walkingtoward the rear of the restaurant, looking for the rest rooms. When I foundthe Ladies' Room, I sat down immediately and urinated - I had been holding itin for quite a while, and it had started to get uncomfortable in the last fewminutes. It was a relief to be able to pee. When I was finished and hadflushed the toilet, I walked over to the sink and carefully washed myselfusing the fine scented soap and paper towels I found there. After I driedmyself off, I looked in my handbag for the brush. It was in there, all right- underneath a cock-shaped thing about five inches long and quite fat. It hadan adjustable, elasticized set of half- inch straps that was clearly designedto hold it in place, with one strap to go over it and between the legs whichjoined another around the waist. As he said - it was obvious how it worked!I brushed the hair away from my pussy lips and spread them open. I had neverused a dildo before, but I was excited and trembling at the thought. Icarefully slid it into my pussy and tightened the straps to hold it firmly inposition inside me. It was strange to move around and feel this thing in me -and very sexy! When I was sure it wouldn't fall out or move a great deal, Iagain used the brush to style my pubic hair the way Richard liked it. I walked back out to the table, feeling the dildo inside me and almostfalling down with the continual flow of pleasure from my pussy. I reached thetable and sat down, allowing the dress to ride way up my thighs again, nearlyexposing the tops of my nylons.
I wanted to reach over and stroke his cock, again, but I was afraid totake permission to do that for granted. And I knew we were back to the stagewhere I was not expected to initiate any discussions - so I just sat andwaited to be told what to do. "The check's paid, my dear. Let's walk a bit before we get a cab,shall we?" He took my arm, led me down the steps and started walking west, whichI knew wasn't the direction we'd go if we were looking for a cab. He was justroaming around, and it was a nice night and everything - but I had a dildo inme that was doing things that I had never felt before with each step! I justprayed that soon we'd be heading home and I could have the climax I'd beenbuilding toward for several hours, now!
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