Chapter 196: Dinner
*As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe*
Reese had told Helen that there was a second restaurant at the Private Club that he wanted to eat at. She knew about the other restaurant. When they had all met for lunch last, Marnie had taken Helen over and showed her the other restaurant. The one with low cushioned tables and pillows on the floor.
The lights were up during the day, but for meals, they would be lowered. Lights would shine out from inside the tables, illuminating the sub on display. There were cushions that could be moved to accommodate the person on the table. One under the knees, a small one under the lower back and one to support the neck and head.
Marnie had told the older woman that she loved the other restaurant. The meals were finger foods that were served on the sub. Helen had looked at the Brat who smiled at her.
“On the sub.” Marnie said again. “Steve likes to eat sushi off my stomach. I have to lay real still while he eats his dinner.”
“What do you eat?”
“He feeds me.” Then she bit her lower lip and gave Helen a knowing smile. “He’ll feed me some of the sushi, and then he’ll eat me.”
Even after nearly two years together, Helen still blushed when someone spoke so frankly about their sex life. This was no different.
“I bet Reese brings you here before much longer.”
Although Marnie had called it something, Nyo… Nya… Nyu… Helen had to look it up later, Nyotaimori. She wasn’t sure that she could handle being on display like that.
Now that the idea was in her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Reese eating finger foods or sushi off her body. The feel of the juices and dips as they might stick to her skin. His tongue lapping it up. Lapping up her juices.
Before they went to the club, they stopped at the lingerie store that he liked the best. The store did not cater to the BDSM lifestyle. But they did focus on the women that were not super thin. Or the ones that were thin with boobs.
They carried what the owner called the real sizes. Sure, there were some of the smaller sizes, but they carried more of the larger sizes. And the more popular the size, the more they carried.
Reese parked his muscle car out front and held open the doors for Helen as she got out of the car and then as they entered the shop. They looked at several different outfits and then she went around the corner and saw what she wanted.
The pink bra had open cups with a strip of lace that ran down the center and would cover the nipples. The lace was thin enough to be held in place by her current nipple rings of silver horseshoes with pink gemstones. The G-string panties were essentially crotchless with an open triangle that come together behind the lips and connected to the waist band with a small silver chain at the back.
The set was on a mannequin with a pale pink robe with silver stitching to accent it. Reese felt as though his jaw was on the ground and his tongue rolled out about five feet in front of him. He was picturing his wife in this outfit. The way it was made, he didn’t even need to picture her out of it.
It was perfect, it wasn’t rope, but it sure as hell was close enough that he was already in love with it.
“What other colors do you have?” Reese asked with a rough and hoarse voice.
“We have red with gold, black with rose gold, black with silver, white with each metal and purple with silver.”
“Both blacks.” He ordered. “With the robes.”
“Yes, sir.” The clerk smiled as she headed to the back to get the lingerie sets.
“Kitten, there are so many things I want to do with you in those outfits.” He admitted quietly.
She smiled over her shoulder at him as she walked away and went into a little alcove that they had discovered on one of their trips. With a little growl, he followed her into a small room with the cuffs and other bindings.
Reese grabbed the pink and black cuffs, and she grabbed a pink spreader bar.
“Fuuuuuuck.” He muttered as she also grabbed a pink blindfold.
“I trust you, Sir.” She told him quietly.
When it was decided that they would go to the Club, he called and reserved the pink rose room. It was elegant and had a large brass bed and crystal chandelier. The room also had a pink velvet covered kneeling bench. As with all the suites, the bathroom had a large multiheaded shower and tub that could easily fit three to four people.
When they arrived at the Club, they went straight to the room and Helen changed into the pink outfit. Stepping out of the bathroom, she looked at her husband as he stood in the room wearing tight jeans and boots and nothing else.
“Sir, you look very … enticing.”
“Kitten, you look good enough for me to eat.”
“Before or after you eat your dinner off of me?” she asked demurely.
He took a deep calming breath. “Maybe during.” Cupping her blushing cheek, he made her look up at him. “Is that what you want? Me to feat on you in front of others?”
“Do you?” she whispered.
“I love having you on display.” He admitted as he untied the robe and let it fall open. “I would love to strap your hands down above your head and spread your legs….” She tried to look away as he smiled at her.
“Kitten. Why did you get the spreader bar?”
“You said once before that you wanted to put me on display spread out, Sir.”
“Do you want to be on display like that?”
“I… I…”
“Kitten?”
“I want you to use the blindfold. I don’t want to see everyone looking at me.”
Being blindfolded required even more trust than being on display. It had taken several months after she had the babies before she allowed him to put her on display. It started with small displays.
Showing her nipple rings to another Dom.
Having her sit on his lap and spread her legs wide while he lifted her skirt, at first with panties and more recently without.
Her shirts became smaller, as did her outfits. But this would be the most that she would be on display. It was already pushing her limits. After having triplets in her forties, she had to learn to love her body. Again.
“Maybe next time, Kitten.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly. “Maybe when we come back in here, I’ll spread you wide and have my way with you.”
She smiled at him. “I still want the blindfold.”
He nodded at her and then grabbed the pink silk from the bag. “When you’ve reached your limit, you tell me. Either your safe word or a double tap of your fingers on the table.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So beautiful, Kitten.” He praised as he nibbled on her lips.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Thank you for trusting me to take care of you.”
“Always, Sir.”
“Such a good girl.” He gave her one more kiss and then led her out of the room and to the second restaurant that was at the back of the club portion.
“Mr. Reese.” The hostess in a button up white shirt and black slacks said as Reese and Helen arrived. She took them to the table that he had reserved. It was in a back corner that would draw little attention.
He helped his wife remove the robe and then placed the blindfold on her before helping her to lay on the long wide table. The waitress helped him to make sure that Helen was comfortable before she left to get his food.
“You are so beautiful.” Reese murmured as the waitress placed the sushi, fruit and vegetables on Helen.
The first thing that he picked up was a strawberry cut into a rose. “Open, Kitten.” He ordered and ran the sugar-coated berry across her lips.
A while later, when there were only a few pieces left, a man sat down opposite Reese. “You have a beautiful meal before you.”
“I do.”
“Is she available to share.”
Her fingers quickly tapped the table twice.
“No friend, in fact, we were just leaving.” He motioned to the waitress who came to collect the remaining morsels.
Once the food had been removed, Reese grabbed the robe and then scooped his wife up and left to go back to their room. She sighed as she settled into the warmth and security that he offered.
“I love you, Reese.”
“I love you, too, Kitten.”
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