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She smiled at me and said, "I often thank my husband the same way when he gives me jewelry." I heard Julia titter under the table. "I'll be back shortly with your food."
Julia looked up at me from between my legs. "Tell me when the coast is clear."
I looked around. Actually the waitress was kind of looking at our table, but she already knew what was happening. Nobody else seemed to be paying attention, so I told Julia she could get up now. She popped out and quickly resumed her seat, though she was still having a problem holding still. I remembered the anal vibrator was still going and turned it off.
"Did you have a satisfactory orgasm, slave."
"I did actually, sir, though it seemed to originate elsewhere than the usual."
"I wondered if you could have one from anal stimulation. Seems you can, the one in the car after we left the house and the one now. I'm guessing you're going to enjoy anal sex when I start using your bottom."
Sharon, our waitress brought our champagne out and opened the bottle, pouring us each a glass. As soon as we expressed our satisfaction with the vintage, she brought our food out. She set down Julia's plate first, then mine. She looked as if she was about to leave, then paused a moment.
"Might it be possible to see the jewelry you received today?" She asked Julia.
"Of course," Julia said, smiling. She held up her two hands. "These two bracelets, and this necklace," she said, gesturing to her neck.
The waitress examined the items closely. "They're very unusual," she said. "They both have little locks on them."
Julia lowered her voice. "Sex slaves are not allowed to remove their collars and manacles. Their Masters must do it for them."
Sharon looked at me with something akin to horror, her hand going up to her mouth as she gasped slightly.
Julia rested a hand on the waitresses arm. "It's all right," she said. "It's voluntary on my part. This is my husband and he's actually fulfilling a fantasy of mine. It's only lasting three weeks. I'm quite all right and in fact, I'm having the best time of my life."
Sharon's look changed from one of horror to a questioning one. "You've always had a fantasy to be a sex slave?"
"I know. It's odd isn't it. All the freedoms women have gained over the last couple hundred years, and I yearned to be owned and dominated by a powerful man. I read all these romances which talked about one or more men owning a slave and it made my heart flutter. My Master; my husband, Scott, offered to let me experience what it would be like to be owned. I submitted and was collared on Friday night. The last three days have been the sexiest and most erotic I've ever experienced."
Julia was still fidgeting and Sharon noticed. "Is your chair uncomfortable? Can I get you a new one?"
"It's not the chair," Julia replied. "I wish it was. I'm wearing a device called a Slave Trainer. It keeps me aroused, but won't let me reach climax. Master insists I wear it all through dinner. The only time I'm allowed to climax is when he does, which is why I was 'thanking' him for the jewelry."
"May I see it?"
Julia pulled back from the table a couple inches and raised the hem of her short dress, showing Sharon the item in her pussy. She let her look for five seconds or so before pulling her dress down and inching back under the table.
Sharon said, "You're being very open about this. May I ask why?"
"Slaves aren't allowed to hide their true nature; their sexuality. If it were up to my Master, he would parade me around naked, so the world would know what I was. He doesn't want us to be arrested, but my clothes and jewelry proclaim my status to those who might understand."
Sharon turned to me. "Why won't you let your slave climax? It seems cruel to me."
"It's important to me she be kept in a state of need, so she's ready to have sex at any time I wish it, although she had the opportunity earlier to help herself. She failed."
"What opportunity?" Sharon asked.
"Tell her, slave."
Julia's face grew red. She explained, "We were out shopping earlier. Master said if I seduced one of the sales clerks, I would be allowed to cum. Twice if I could only get them to allow me to pleasure them; as much as I wanted if I could also get them to pleasure me orally. They only allowed me to pleasure them. The sales clerk said she agreed with my Master; that slaves should be kept needy and wanting."
"I see. I'd like to know more, but my manager is wondering why I'm still at this table. Excuse me."
"Of course," I said.
We started eating. The food was excellent. We were halfway through the meal and Julia's fidgeting was getting worse.
"Master, I need to cum. Would you be ready to go again?"
"No, it's too soon. Perhaps while we're waiting for dessert."
I was not the only one to notice Julia's discomfort. Sharon came back with some more ice water.
"Does the deal still apply?" She asked, pouring my water.
"What deal?" I said.
"If your slave gets someone to orally pleasure her, will you lift the restrictions on her orgasms?" She started pouring Julia's water.
"You?" I asked, a bit amazed since she already said she had a husband.
"Yes. It's obvious she's suffering. I'd like to help her."
"How, when?"
"Have her go to the bathroom in a few minutes. I'll follow her in."
"Slave, do you agree?"
"Please, Master."
"Very well. Will you be taking your pleasure from her?" I asked Sharon.
"I don't believe I'd have the time for that. She, on the other hand, looks ready to pop."
Julia did indeed look ready to pop. She was squirming quiet noticeably.
"Thank you," Julia whispered. Sharon nodded and left.
"Oh, my," I said. "That was totally unexpected."
"Thank you, Master."
"Don't thank me. I didn't offer it."
"You're still letting her settle the debt, sir. She isn't the sales clerk."
"But it's still fun."
Julia excused herself and went to the ladies room. Thirty seconds later, Sharon spoke to the manager and made a quick exit herself. In four minutes, I received a phone alert that Julia had orgasmed. Not a minute later, Julia returned to our table with a huge smile and a great deal of relief on her face.
"Where's Sharon?" I asked.
"Washing her face, sir," Julia answered happily. "Please, Master, could you remove the override now?"
Since the Slave Trainer was the quieter of the two devices in Julia, I did as she asked. A minute later, Sharon returned to her duties, waiting on other tables. We finished our meal and Sharon came by to take our dessert order. By not a single word or deed did she make reference to what happened. It was like it never occurred. We ordered our desserts and quietly ate. Any squirming Julia did now was as the result of an orgasm, not because she needed one.
"Master, I know you've spent a lot of money today, but I'd like you to give Sharon a huge tip."
"I'd be agreeable to that."
Sharon brought our check at the end of the evening. I put a tip of $300 on the on the credit card slip. Sharon looked at it, dumbfounded. The tip was almost three times the size of the bill.
"Sir, is this a mistake?"
"No. No mistake. My slave said you greatly enhanced her experience at your restaurant and you should be suitably rewarded. She was quite uncomfortable without your assistance." Sharon blushed.
"Thank you, sir. This is quite generous."
"A question if I may, Sharon. Do you think you'll tell your husband what happened today?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I don't think he'd be terribly disappointed in me; he might even find it sexy. But on the other hand, I wouldn't want him to expect it to happen again. This was kind of a one off."
"I see. Have a pleasant evening, Sharon, and thanks again," I said.
Julia put her hand on Sharon's arm and squeezed it, winking. Sharon blushed once more. It was a beautiful blush.
Of course, as soon as we got to the car, my cock craved some attention. I kept an eye out for any approaching people while my slave attended to my needs. She was becoming very good at orally extracting my cum. It wasn't long before I was moaning and sending a slug of cream her way. She sat up and fastened her seat belt, wiping the corner of her mouth where a stray drop had escaped.
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