Auction of Promises

Chapter 3. A dinner date

"Right then, plan for this morning." David turned business-like. "First we shower and get to know each other a little better. Then we'll go shopping. Sorry you'll have to wear yesterday's clothes. By lunchtime you'll have enough clothes to last the weekend." I thought to myself, "Shopping for clothes takes far longer than that," but I kept quiet. Perhaps it was only going to be one dress and a tracksuit!

Our shower took longer than normal. He washed me thoroughly all over and I did him and was pleased to note that I got his prick good and hard and it was bigger than my ex boyfriend's. I asked, "Do you wish your slave girl to suck it master?"

"Not yet, we've other things to do first." Even after that it was still only a little after nine-thirty when we drove to a local shopping mall. We went straight into a rather expensive looking ladies dress shop. A middle-aged woman came from the back of the shop. "Good morning Mr. Furlough, we haven't seen you in here for some time."

David ignored the remark. "Miss Walters, I need a dress and what ever else is necessary to take this young lady to dinner at the Country Club tonight. Find something suitable if you please."

"Emily," the woman called, "See what we have in a size 11." That was my size and she'd measured me just by looking. It didn't seem as if I was going to have any choice in the matter. "Bring the green shot silk one." She held it in front of me. I didn't think I would have given it a second look even if it had a sale price tag on. "Yes that will suit you fine. Try it on miss please. No bra". Emily came into the spacious dressing room with me. "I'll have to zip you up miss," she explained. I had to admit that I did look rather fetching in it.

"Find a matching pair of shoes and a handbag. Size five," Miss Walters ordered when I returned to show David. The shoes were a little higher on the heel than I normally wore but they were still only about two inches. She appraised me again. "Green chiffon scarf and pom to match." By the time she'd knotted the scarf around my neck and put the 'pom' whatever that was supposed to mean, in my hair I looked really glamorous. I worried what was expected of me to pay the large bill he was running up. It didn't stop there.

"Now a suitable set to go out into the country tomorrow and a suit for her to work in on Monday." During all this I was never asked if I liked anything. David just told the woman what he wanted me outfitted for and she found what she thought was appropriate. When at one point I tried to give an opinion David whispered in my ear, "A slave does as she is told and what her master wants. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," I whispered back. He was in control. He had the money. I had none or in fact, less than none until pay day.

All this had taken under two hours. At home it would have taken two weeks at least and the items would have been purchased from many different stores with much trying on of dresses and debating which was best and with bored assistants hovering in a corner and trying to keep out of your way.

Lunch was at a salad bar for which I was grateful. I still had that full feeling from breakfast. Returning to his home, I made a pot of tea and we sat in the lounge drinking it when out of the blue he ordered, "Slave come and suck my prick. I want to spend the afternoon enjoying you." It took a couple of seconds for the words to register but then I swallowed the last mouthful of tea and went over to him. Kneeling between his legs I took his prick out and gently massaged it. It was almost hard already. Taking it in my mouth I sucked it carefully. "Harder," he ordered.

"Sorry sir," I apologised, "I haven't done this too often." Slipping into slave mode seemed a natural thing to do. I wondered if he expected me to swallow his cum or whether he would pull out and spurt over my face as one of my boyfriends had done. I hoped not because some would inevitably go on my clothing. David didn't pull out so I swallowed it.

"That wasn't too bad for a first time. Come into the bedroom now. I wish to play with you in more comfort." In the bedroom he ordered me to undress him and then he took my clothes off and for a while we lay on the bed fondling each other. "Lie the other way round," he ordered after we'd played for a little while. My head was once again in his groin and he spread my legs and started lapping at my cunt and clit. This was quite a novel experience for me. Few of my boyfriends had even given a thought to doing it to me and the girlfriends I'd been with were much gentler. Just as I was approaching my climax he stopped and said, "Shave this lot off before you come to Scotland." He gave my pubic hair a tug.

"Yes sir," I replied and then added cheekily, "Shave this lot off too before we go to Scotland." We both seemed to assume I would join him for the trip. I gave his hair a pull too.

"That remark earns you a spanking cheeky slave."

"Oh no sir. Please not that. Please finish me off first," I pleaded but already he was sitting up and pulling me over his lap. Probably if I'd struggled a bit more forcibly he would have stopped but I went along with it and only made a feeble protest. Soon I was lying across his body with his prick under my stomach, his left arm pressed my back down and 'Smack!' his right hand hit my arse hard! Harder than I expected. I cried out but before the sound had left my lips his hand left its mark on my other bum cheek. "Stop," I yelled, "You're really hurting me," but by that time I'd received two more hard slaps. Now I started to move myself off him but it was too late. My body was firmly held and he laid on about twenty smacks before he ceased. There were tears in my eyes by then but I suppose the pain really wasn't that bad. He massaged my bottom but didn't let me up for several minutes. I started swearing but he warned me that would earn me another session. I believed him.

"Calm down slave Jane. I've not really hurt you, only warmed your bum a bit. I just wanted you to know I could and would. You're still pretty wet between your legs so it hasn't done you any harm. Lie on your back now and get your legs up by your head. Put them on my shoulders when I get going." I could feel his hardness against my belly and yes, I was still very aroused and hadn't been allowed to cum. He helped to roll me over and I winced slightly as my bum bit the mattress. The position he wanted me in was one I enjoyed as the penetration would be deep and I could see what his prick would be doing. However, his prick was longer and fatter than any I'd had previously, so I wondered if it would cause me even more pain. Well it did and it didn't. There was some pain as he stretched me open and again when he bottomed out and hit the cervix. What pain there was, was more than compensated for by the arousal it caused. With his previous sucking, perhaps helped by the spanking and the friction of a tight prick in my cunt, I came almost immediately. Still he thrust into me. I came again. Jolts of pleasure ran through my body until I felt him loose his seed in the depths of my body. He collapsed on top of me and I lowered my legs but kept them scissored around his waist. We lay like that for perhaps ten minutes, both of us panting and sweating.

"Thank you sir." I spoke in my subdued slave mode voice. "Thank you very much indeed." For a while we lay side by side, neither of us speaking but he had one arm around my shoulder and gently fondled my breasts with his hands.

"Do you really think I should shave my prick hair?" he asked without preamble.

"Unless you would prefer me to do it for you sir!" I hoped he wouldn't consider the remark cheeky enough to warrant another spanking but I had a feeling he only needed the merest excuse to do it last time.

"Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer." He smiled at me, "Provided I get to shave you."

"Deal," I laughed.

"Come on then. No time like the present. We'll do it and then shower." Suiting actions to his words I was dragged into the bathroom and sat on a cork topped stool. From a cabinet he produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to shorten my abundant growth to a stubble. I kept very still but he was quite deft with them. Instead of the disposable razor I expected he took his electric shaver from the stand and started using it. It produced vibrations that started arousing me again even though a couple of times it caught a longer hair and gave it a tug. He noticed I was getting wet again. "You really are a delightful and easily excitable sex pot. I'm glad you decided to come." .He gave my smooth mound a massage and thrust his finger inside me but took it out almost immediately. "My turn for a shave. You be careful with those scissors."

"What? You don't want to get fat and talk with a high pitched voice?" We both laughed. The hair around the base of his prick was easy to trim but I decided to do his balls as well. I don't think he expected that but he didn't say anything. Seemingly the vibrations had the same effect on him as they did me. In no time his prick raised its head and by the time I'd done pulling his balls about and shaving behind them, he was fully hard again. It looked even longer now the base wasn't hidden by hair.

"Stand against the wall," he ordered quietly. "I once had a schoolgirl like this in a doorway. We were both only fourteen and it was her first time. It's not the best of positions but we managed. I'm going to have you like that now." Once again he entered me. Easily this time because I was still well lubricated with his previous load of sperm. He started pumping and then I put my arm around his neck and swung my feet off the floor and gripped them around his body. Now his hands held my tender arse cheeks and bounced me on his prick. It was strange, awkward but we both climaxed from doing it. I enjoyed the feel of his naked cock against my pubic mound and he said he did too. Eventually we showered, donned our dressing gowns and went into the kitchen for tea and a biscuit. It was still far too early to dress for our dinner date.

"We'll walk in the garden for a bit," he informed me but the sun had gone in and it was chilly in our gowns so we came back indoors.

"I wouldn't mind watching you work on your tapestry," I suggested tentatively in case we were still in master and slave mode but he was agreeable. Once inside the den, he pushed some books aside and thrust a box at me. "Here, don't just watch, do some." It was a tapestry kit of a cocker spaniel. "It was a prize for winning a competition years ago." For a couple of hours we sat and plied our needles through canvas and gossiped like two women would – except of course, he was one of my bosses! All too soon it seemed we had to dress and go to the Country Club.

I have to admit we did look an elegant couple. He wore a cream suit with a red bow tie and I had the green dress that Miss Walters picked out for me. "We ought to have our photo taken," I remarked as we stood together before a full-length mirror.

"We can do that on the digital," he answered and quickly pulled a tripod and camera out of the den and set it in the lounge.

Minutes later I saw us and the pictures he took of me on my own, including a particularly good facial shot that caught me smiling, on the screen of his laptop. "Wow, I really look a million dollars," I exclaimed.

"No, just like a thousand pound no sex slave," he laughed. We emailed the pictures to me so I would have copies on my computer.

We had a fantastic evening with little hint of my being a slave girl except he ordered my food and wine. This irritated me slightly but I thought, "I'm not paying the bill! And the food's better than I would have cooked at home!" We watched a cabaret and danced a little but we were home before midnight. I slept naked in his bed but we were both too tired to do anything sexual apart from a little cuddle and kiss before dropping off to sleep.

Next morning I woke as he got out of bed at what seemed to be his usual time, 5 a.m. Blearily I opened my eyes and quickly shut them again. He didn't speak as he donned his dressing gown and went down stairs. At 6:30 he came into the bedroom with coffee, "We leave at nine for Charnwood Forest. Wear your country gear. No need to shower. You'll sweat on the walk. I'll make breakfast in fifteen minutes, we can dress after that." Groaning at the early hour, I sat and sipped the coffee.

The walk actually did me good, although eight miles with new shoes, even supposedly comfortable ones, caused a couple of blisters to form on my toes. The weather was perfect, the sun shone and cleared the mist away and there was just enough breeze to rustle the leaves and keep the temperature pleasantly cool. At first I could still feel the effects of the previous day's spanking but that disappeared after only a short while but it served to remind me of my status. We parked in the forecourt of a pub and returned there for lunch. David was right, I was soaked with sweat but was hungry enough to eat the roast dinner he ordered.

"Run a bath," David instructed when we returned, "A soak will do you good. Put some Radox in. It's in the bottom cupboard." I'd already complained of sore thigh and calf muscles from the walk. Certainly I was not used to walking further than the town shops or in the last week, to the bus stop. He though took it in his stride and I guessed he often went for long walks as a form of relaxation. Perhaps he enjoyed being alone?

I'd just settled myself nicely in the tub when he walked into the bathroom with two cups of tea and placing them on the side, undressed and slid in the tub behind me. That was a first for me. I'd often showered with my boyfriend but we rarely used the tub. Now he spooned me against him and put his arms around my body and played with my tits. Behind me, I could feel his prick becoming hard and I rightly guessed that I was again in slave mode. However, we didn't do anything until we'd finished our tea and then we only played with each other and kissed. Both of us were sufficiently aroused to fall into the bed afterwards and he shagged me good and hard.

David cooked a light meal and afterwards spent an hour or so watching TV before we went again to his bedroom for the final sex session of the weekend. We finished at about 10:30 and afterwards he said, "At midnight you're free of your weekend of trial slavery. Go to your own bed if you wish. Either way I will wake you at five so we can be on the road by six. We should arrive at Ipswich between nine and ten."

"You're driving me there?" I queried.

"Yes. I'll do a snap inspection of your branch."

During the drive I asked about the forthcoming two weeks I was to spend with him. "Will I be punished like I was on Saturday?"

"Depends. Probably worse. Saturday was only an excuse to smack your arse. I shall take a strap and a cane with me to Inverness."

"And you still expect me to go?"

"Definitely. It will be a small price to pay for a holiday. A price you can afford and unless you are really objectionable, the pain won't last long."

"Why do you want to beat me?"

"I suppose it gives me the feeling of power. Of being in control. I shall require a full service slave for the two weeks." I couldn't really get out of him what he meant by 'a full service slave'. Nor would he divulge the travel arrangements. "I'll sort something out," was all he would say.