Picnic - Part II
Mistress seemed pleased when I produced a hair tie for her from my jacket
pocket. She smiled, held up a hair tie of her own. "I did not want to take the
chance that you'd forgotten this too." She said sarcastically. I blanched and
nodded.
I was directed to drive a route that consisted of very few main roads. I knew it
was so that the car would continuously move. She hated being stuck in traffic.
What's more, with the convertible top down we would stay cooler.
I was grateful for the sunscreen that Mistress allowed me to keep in the glove
compartment. Ra was in his midsummer glory and I burn easily. I was also
thankful that Mistress instructed me to put my hair up in a tight bun, even
though I knew it was not just because it kept the hair from my eyes. The
chauffeur's hat was held to my head by hairpins and those hairpins needed my
hair tight so they would stay in place.
Mistress usually drove herself. On warm, sunny days when she put the convertible
top down, Mistress often had me hold her hair back. She knew that I did not
particularly like to drive. In fact, I did not like being in cars at all.
However, providing a service tends to bring things out in me. Knowing that a
Domme finds my actions to be convenient goes a long way to relieving any
discomfort I may have when faced with one project or another.
Mistress knew. We'd had numerous discussions on the topic. She even had me write
an essay or two for her about it. I was very glad that she used that knowledge
to her advantage.
All of those thoughts went through my head as we drove to an oceanside park. It
was a place that Mistress visited frequently. She loved to lounge in the sun,
tan, and relax. Her skin well tanned as a result. It was something that provided
a secret pleasure for me. Tracing her tan lines with my fingertips while
dressing or undressing Mistress was bliss. Tracing many of those same white
lines with my tongue while pleasuring her was heaven itself.
I was shaken from my thoughts by Mistress' ruby index fingernail tracing up my
thigh. I squirmed a bit and did my best to keep my concentration on driving.
However, I began squirming a bit as her sharp nail drew circles slowly up my
thigh toward the hem of my skirt.
"Tell me pet..." Mistress trailed off.
"Yes Mi... Yes Loren?" I caught myself just before calling her 'Mistress.' It
was a term that was only to be used in her home and other spaces deemed safe for
open D/s. Ms Loren did not say anything about my slip though. She merely paused,
raised an eyebrow from behind her sunglasses, and continued.
"Are you wearing panties?" She asked as her fingertip disappeared under my
skirt. I glanced down momentarily and saw faint red lines where her nail pressed
into my skin. I felt myself begin to get wet.
"No Loren, I..." I said, and swallowed hard as her sharp fingertips brushed
against my sex, "Your instructions did not include undergarments.
"Very good." Mistress' finger slid between the lips of my pussy and I thought I
would scream. It was increasingly difficult to maintain my focus on the road. I
gripped the steering wheel harder and harder as Mistress only laughed and
explored. I cried out when her finger found my clit and began rubbing it in
circles.
My head swam. I felt my knees shaking. I was so very glad there weren't any
other cars coming until suddenly there was one. I saw it round a curve ahead. I
became scared and tapped the brake lightly to carefully slow us just a bit.
"Loren, please, I can't... I can't drive like this. Please Loren it feels so
good but I do not think it's safe. There's a car coming. Please Loren...
yellow."
Her hand then rested on my thigh, still under my skirt. I breathed a sigh of
relief as she stroked the flesh there. "Good girl." She reassured me as the car
passed us safely and we continued on, "I'm very proud of you for using a
safeword when you thought things were unsafe." As if in agreement, Chiot yapped
softly in the back seat... though I'm sure he merely vocalized his perception of
a slight change in speed.
The park's several car lots were surprisingly empty for such a warm summer day.
I found a space very near the restroom and picnic tables and was about to
comment on having the park to ourselves when another car pulled in beside us. I
smiled at them as I walked around Mistress' small, blue convertible.
They were a family of four. The father stepped from the driver's seat and opened
the back door of their not so mini-van and let two children out of their
confinement. The mother gracefully slipped from her perch in the passenger seat
and returned my smile.
Then her look turned to slight confusion as she noticed me opening Mistress'
door. At least, I think her look was confusion. Perhaps it was envy. I wondered
for a moment what could be swimming behind her green eyes. The mother was
beautiful and proud but her husband was not opening her door!
Mistress' voice pulled me back to reality. "Unhook Chiot's leash from the seat
belt and hand it to me." I turned my head to see Mistress standing just behind
me. She'd already exited the car while the mother and I stared at each other.
Mistress held a book in one hand and her other was outstretched, palm up. "Then,
I want you to retrieve the picnic basket. Fill Chiot's water dish from the water
fountain near the restroom and meet me at one of the picnic tables."
"Yes Loren." I replied. I tilted the passenger seat forward and released a very
anxious Chiot from his restraint. He was very happy to follow Mistress as she
held his leash. They vanished behind the restrooms and into the picnic area as I
opened the trunk of the car.
Curious, I looked around for the green eyed mother. The family had long since
left the parking area. I only caught a glimpse of her white t-shirt as the
family disappeared into the park.
The water from the fountain was very cold. I took some for myself with a few
laps of my tongue. I remembered that Chiot did not seem to like his water too
cold. I thought briefly that perhaps I should fill it from the bathroom sink,
which probably had warm water, but dismissed the thought. Mistress had told me
to fill his dish from the water fountain. Besides, it would warm quickly in the
summer heat.
The high heels of my shoes clicked on the concrete patio until I reached the
gravel path leading to the picnic area. It was difficult to carry the basket and
maintain my balance on gravel, but I managed until I was within Mistress' sight.
Once she looked up, she giggled a bit. She opened her mouth as if to speak but
then closed it again.
I wondered if she thought of allowing me to take off my shoes and walk in the
grass instead of on the gravel path. If that were so, she must have thought
better of it. I asked myself why she would change her mind about something like
that. I was following her instructions. I was carrying lunch for the three of
us, Chiot included. Wouldn't it be in her best interests to have me comfortable
or at least stable while I carried the picnic basket?
Then I remembered my earlier folly with her collar. I'd nearly worn it outside
of the house. No doubt Mistress would have dismissed any feelings of wanting to
provide me with an easier time in light of my mistake.
I noticed that Chiot was sniffing around a nearby tree. I imagine he'd just
marked it or was trying to discern other dogs who'd been there before him...
perhaps both. I grinned and whistled for him.
His head came up immediately and he bounded off in my direction. I smiled as I
reached the picnic table where Mistress sat and lowered his water dish to the
ground. I barely released it before he lapped at the cool liquid. The
temperature did not seem to bother him a bit. I was glad.
Mistress had chosen a picnic table in the shade, which surprised me. I did not
dare question her choice but I wondered why she was not in the sun. For that
matter, I wondered why she didn't have me bring her bikini. It seemed odd to be
at the park and see Mistress fully clothed.
I was allowed me to take off my shoes to play with Chiot. Normally I was to
stand on my toes when still and barefoot. Doing so stretched my calves, which
Mistress found alluring. But Mistress was also gracious enough to tell me not to
stand on my toes. I was very thankful.
I was also instructed not to allow Chiot to wander off. The park bordered the
ocean and he loved going in the water. Mistress mentioned that she was not sure
we'd be staying long enough for him to dry if he got wet. I was to make sure
Chiot did not go in the water today.
The grass felt cool on my bare feet as I padded toward an open space in the
park, several meters from the picnic table where Mistress sat but still within
her sight, and carried the frisbee. I could still make out Mistress' long blonde
hair. It swayed in the slight breeze. I could also clearly see her lovely shape.
Her hips curved in the most delicious way.
Chiot interrupted my voyeurisim with the touch of his wet nose against my leg. I
squealed and chased him for some time, patting his bum when I caught him. We
played like that for easily twenty minutes. He seemed to love it.
Then I picked up the frisbee and the tables turned. Suddenly, I was running from
him. I did not give much chase. He bounded at my side the entire time. He was a
smart dog and clearly knew what the frisbee meant... and well he should. There
was a myriad of tiny holes in that very frisbee from his sharp teeth. It was a
game we often played.
As soon as I thought we'd gone far enough away so as not to disturb Mistress, I
lifted the frisbee over my head. Chiot's attention was immediately mine. He
stood on his hind legs and yapped once. I giggled with pleasure and then tossed
the frisbee gently away.
The pup bounded after the spinning disc and caught up with it just before it
touched the ground. He wrestled with the frisbee for a bit, then seemed
satisfied that it was indeed dead. He trotted triumphantly to me and sat the
frisbee at my feet. I then promptly wiped the dog slobber from the disc onto the
grass and we repeated the process.
We did so for nearly an hour before Mistress joined us. Hearing her laugh while
she and I tossed the frisbee back and forth was wonderful. Watching Chiot bound
back and forth between us, chasing the frisbee, was also quite comical. We all
three played together for a while until Mistress said that we'd had enough.
At that, I waited for Chiot to bring the frisbee to me, then carried it back to
the picnic table. Chiot seemed tired and I was also exhausted. I wondered why
for a moment until I remembered that I'd risen early in order to prepare for
today's picnic. Not that I knew the reason I was to get up early on a Sunday
morning. Mistress had kept our plans a secret until we were ready to leave.
She'd kept me guessing.
"He looks very, very happy but also tired." Mistress said as we neared the
picnic table we claimed earlier.
"Yes Loren," I replied, inwardly still reveling at Mistress' laughter, "I was
thinking of asking to stop soon anyway. I'm also rather exhausted."
"Yes," Mistress said, nodded her head and petting my hair, "I could see that
too. I want you to give Chiot a little water. Then sit here beside me and have
some yourself."
"Yes Loren. Thank you." I said, then reached for Chiot's bowl beneath the table.
He followed me to the water fountain and then back to the table with his tongue
out and panting. He seemed quite grateful when I once again put the bowl down
under the picnic table.
Chiot sat behind Mistress while we ate. Occasionally he whimpered and begged but
Mistress waved him off, insisting that he eat his own food. Then she would grin
at the futility of it and go back to her meal. That happened several times until
Chiot approached the picnic basket at the edge of the table. He sniffed it for a
while, then nudged it with his nose.
Mistress sighed deeply then said, "I do not think he's going to eat until we're
finished."
"I think you're correct Ms Loren." I replied. Then I remembered the bell pepper
in the basket. "Ms Loren?"
"Yes?" Mistress asked with raised eyebrows.
"I brought a pepper for Chiot. I think that he smells it. Perhaps he will eat
some of his food once the pepper is gone. May I please feed it to him?"
Mistress stared at me for a long moment and drummed her fingertips on the wooden
table top. I shrunk down in my seat. Was she upset that I'd brought a pepper for
Chiot?
"You sneaky minx." Mistress finally said after a sip of water, "Very well, give
him half the pepper. Set it by his dish. Then you're going to tell me what other
surprises are in that basket."
I blushed. She knew. She hadn't looked in the basket. She did not need to. She
already knew there was another treat and that it was for her. Had she guessed
exactly what it was? It would not be a difficult thing to discern. I made
chocolate chip cookies just two nights prior.
"Yes Loren." I said, then opened the picnic basket. Chiot seemed immediately
overjoyed. He spun himself in circles and caused Mistress to laugh. I smiled
wide as I sliced the pepper open and disposed of the seeds. I cut half of the
pepper into thin strips and placed them in Chiot's bowl. It was not an easy
task considering that the dog was all over me. I put the second half in a ziploc
bag and eased it back into the basket.
Then I pulled the bag containing three chocolate chip cookies from the basket. I
held them up and Mistress nodded. "Is that all? There aren't any other
surprises?" She asked.
"No Loren, I hope you're not upset." I responded, and slipped the cookies back
into the basket. Then I assured the lid would stay shut.
"Good." Mistress said, "I do not like surprises. I also do not appreciate you
trying to make me fat... though I do not think a few cookies will hurt." She was
smiling. I was relieved.
"Thank you." I said, and sat back down on the wooden bench opposite her.
As I'd hoped, we talked of politics and other current events. I was to stay
abreast of a small list of general topics that interested Mistress for just such
occasions. I was elated to speak with Mistress as a near equal for a time. I
even took a side in an argument that I normally admonish just so I could debate
the issue with her a bit.
We continued the debate after we finished our meal. I cleared the table of the
paper plates and replaced the water bottles with warm cups of tea from a
thermos. I also put the cookies on a plate between us. I ate one and left the
remaining two for Mistress. I think that she was so wrapped up in our
conversation that she scarce realized she'd eaten the two cookies. I enjoyed
myself immensely, and I think Mistress did as well.
When the debate was over Mistress patted the seat next to her. I leapt at the
opportunity. I rounded the table quietly, so as not to wake Chiot sleeping under
the picnic table. He'd been there since we started our politics conversation. I
made a joke about our discussion boring him to sleep as I sat next to Mistress.
She smiled and then patted her thighs. "You look exhausted pet," She said, "Lay
your head in my lap like a good girl for a while."
"Thank you Ms Loren!" I said and curled up on the bench. It was not the most
comfortable thing in the world, but I didn't care. I was in Mistress' lap!
Mistress then picked up her book. She read with one hand and petted my hair with
the other. Surprisingly, I drifted off to sleep fairly easily.
The wedding was splendid. Mistress and I sat on the groom's side of the church
and watched as a man and woman were sworn to each other. I did not know either
the bride or the groom, but recognized a few members of the groom's party. They
were Mistress' friends from a bar where she occasionally had drinks. Seeing the
familiar faces made me smile, though I was confused as to why every single
person was wearing white. Even the groom and best man were dressed in colorless
clothing.
The drive to the rented ballroom was uneventful. I held Mistress' hair back from
her face and caught several smiles from her as we discussed the finer points and
failures of organized religion. It was only when we entered the enormous
mansion, situated high in the hills, that I realized we were differently
dressed.
Mistress' long blonde hair fell free past her shoulders. Everyone else milling
about us kept their hair up in some fashion. The gentleman who acted as valet
wore his hair in a tight top knot high at the back of his head. Every one of the
white clad guests also either had short cropped hair or wore theirs in
ponytails, pigtails, a bun, or a twist. Even my hair was in a tight braid
between my shoulder blades.
A strappy red dress hung from Mistress' shoulders and tightly covered her
sensual curves. The dress dipped enough in the front to give a not-so-subtle
hint of her cleavage. An ample portion of her back was also exposed. The dress
flared a bit for her hips, but then was tight again around her thighs and
calves. A slit up one side extended to her lower thigh. I thought that slit
might drive me insane.
Her shoes were red high heeled pumps. Her stockings were also red. Red
opera-length gloves covered her hands and nearly all of her arms. Even Mistress'
purse was seemingly dyed to match her other red attire. Naturally, her lips were
painted bright red to match.
My clothing, on the other hand, was all a very dark green. It was not just green
like the leaves of a tree. It was more of a hunter green... a British racing
green. In the dark it would have seemed almost black.
My skirt was short. It barely fell to the middle of my thighs. My legs were
bare. I wore strappy, high-heeled sandals with a bit of a platform. The
spaghetti strapped camisole I wore was almost sheer enough to allow my nipples
to be seen, but not quite. I was not wearing a bra or pair of panties.
Mistress' purse was large when compared to the tiny thing I carried on a slight
strap over my shoulder. Mine was barely enough to hold my make-up compact and
dark green lipstick. Hers could comfortably fit a paperback book but little
else. Yet, when I saw it, I had the sense that something very important was
contained inside.
The party was spectacular. The bride and groom were, of course, the center of
attention. Various toasts were made and caused Mistress to roll her eyes. After
a while the toasts and compliments were so full of hallmark card sentiment that
I was also jaded.
I was honored when Mistress danced with me almost the entire evening. It was
wonderful to waltz with her. She even let me lead during the salsa and swing
numbers. It was exhilarating!
Occasionally others would wish to dance with Mistress, at which point I would
sit down for a few moments or find a piece of cake or a glass of ginger ale.
During one such interlude I managed to find one of the catering staff and
produce a glass of dark red wine for Mistress, about which she was particularly
pleased.
Every now and again other would wish to dance with me as well. When someone
tapped on her shoulder Mistress would look into my eyes. Every single time I
shook my head back and forth, saying no. I was extremely grateful when Mistress
then waved them off with one crimson clad hand.
After a while there was a call for all the single women. The bride was about to
throw her bouquet. Mistress again rolled her eyes and said she had a better idea
for an after wedding game. She led me by my hand to the coat closet. There, she
bribed the coat-check girl to put up a sign saying she'd be back in half an hour
and leave. Mistress closed the doors and locked them once we were in the coat
closet alone. Then she turned to me with a sharks' smile.
At first I thought that Mistress wanted to make love in the coat room. I thought
that a horrible cliche but any opportunity to lap at Mistress' sex was a good
one. Then she pointed toward a coat rack along the wall. I walked to it and
stood there, puzzled. What did Mistress have in mind?
She vanished while I stood against the wall. There was a rustling amongst many
of the coats. Then she appeared carrying two coat belts. One was soft white
suede. The other was even softer white cashmere.
"Turn around." Was Mistress' only command. I blinked, still confused, but did as
she asked. It was only when Mistress placed my hands over the bar of the well
supported wall coat rack that I understood. Mistress bound me to it!
She did a superb job tying my wrists to the coat rack. I couldn't move them
except to twist slightly. Yet I could flex my fingers with ease and didn't feel
any numbness at all. I briefly wondered if Mistress chose the soft belts for
exactly that purpose.
Once I was bound, I heard more rustling behind me. Then I noticed a pool of red
form at my right. I saw it in my peripheral vision. When I turned my head a bit
to look, I saw Mistress' dress and gloves next to me on the floor. A bright red,
satin thong followed suit.
I heard the sound of buckles and Mistress moaned slightly. Then my skirt was
lifted so that it was bunched around my waist. Mistress' hands slid up the front
of my camisole to caress my breasts. I heard a slight snickering when she found
my nipples to be quite hard.
"Thrust your ass toward me slut." Mistress whispered in my ear as her claws
gently raked my skin. The red nails traced down from my breasts, across my
torso, and around my hips.
"Yes Loren." I voiced before pushing my hips back toward her. Then I gasped. My
sex touched something hard.
Mistress snickered again, louder this time. "Did that scare you pet?" She asked,
"I'm sure you can guess what it is. Do you want it?"
"Yes Loren! Please Loren!" I moaned, "Yes please... please I want it so badly
right now. Please fuck me with your strap-op. Please!"
"Ah... that's better." Mistress cooed in my ear, "You've been such a prim and
proper thing all night. I was becoming bored. I had to find some way to get a
glimpse of my sweet little slut. I knew she was in there, just waiting to get
out and have a good time."
"Yes Loren." I whined, and ground my hips backwards, causing the tip of her
dildo to part my lips. I whined even more when she pushed it into me, slowly.
"Yes Ms Loren! You are so very right! Please, please fuck me. Please Ms Loren, I
want it so much!"
Then I heard the jingling of another buckle. I was confused for a moment,
thinking Mistress was removing the dildo harness. I opened my mouth to protest
when Mistress' favorite gag was lifted over my head and fitted securely in my
mouth. The dildo filled me completely from behind just as the gag was tightened
around the sides of my head. I thought I might explode right there by
spontaneous combustion.
"There now," Mistress all but giggled, "We can have all the fun we want and no
one will hear a thing." I began to nod in response but Mistress grasped the
gag's straps and held tight. She used the straps and another hand around my
waist to hold me in place while she slid the dildo in and out of me with thrusts
from her hips.
I moaned and tried to cry out in pleasure, but the gag blocked almost all sound
from me. My head swam as Mistress pounded the dildo into me over and over again.
She occasionally patted my clit and laughed wickedly when she heard my muffled
screams. When she finally increased the pace until I orgasmed, it was powerful
and completely overwhelming. In fact, when I opened my eyes Mistress was in
front of me.
I hung by the bonds she'd used to tie me to the rack. My knees were bent and it
seemed to take a great deal of effort to place my feet underneath me and support
my own weight again. However, I did so at Mistress' instructions. She needed me
to stand so she could release my bonds. She had other plans.
Mistress spun me around once I was free and had me kneel in front of her. She
leaned forward and somehow removed only the ball from the gag. The straps
remained in place. I marveled at that. I couldn't believe it. How did she do it?
I was about to ask when a gigantic red dildo, still in Mistress' black dildo
harness and wagging in front of Mistress, was presented to me. "Lick your scent
from the dildo like a good little slut. Make a show of it too. Beg me with your
eyes to fuck your throat."
I nodded and ran my tongue the length of the silicone dildo. I loved to taste
myself, and doing so on Mistress' dildos was always so wonderful. I took the
head of the dildo in my mouth, then deeper down my throat and blushed. I felt my
own wetness creeping down my thighs.
After licking and sucking the dildo for at least five minutes, taking the entire
length in my mouth and down my throat, Mistress said it was enough. She pulled
me by my hair toward a table and climbed upon it. She wriggled out of the
harness and removed the dildo, then sat up and beckoned me closer with one
finger. When I approached, she attached the big red dildo to my gag so it stuck
out from my mouth and wagged there. I smiled beneath the silicone and leather. I
knew what was next, and I loved it more than almost anything.
Mistress pulled me onto the table and lay back completely. She positioned me
between her thighs and told me to fill her. I arched my back so my bum was in
the air, made sure my ankles were crossed right over left, and gently positioned
the tip of the dildo at Mistress' pussy. She was so very wet, it wasn't
difficult to slide it into her. I did it so very slowly.
She whimpered and ground her sex against my face while I moved the dildo in and
out of her as best I could. She climaxed after only a few moments. I blushed a
bit because she was very, very loud but in truth I didn't care. I slowly
withdrew the dildo from her and knelt between her legs. I turned my head to the
side, so the dildo wasn't touching her, and lay my head on her stomach. i also
wrapped my arms around her hips, holding her tight. I sat there and closed my
eyes... loving the moment and waiting for instructions.
Someone knocked on the door. A voice sounded from the other side, asking if
everyone inside was all right. Mistress laughed aloud at that and replied that
yes, we were fine. I blushed considerably when she removed the gag and dildo
from my head. I knew that my hair must have been a mess. I also knew that
everyone outside of that door would know what we'd been doing... well... not
exactly, but close enough. I was very embarrassed.
Then I heard an impact. I lifted my head with a start, ready to lash out. I
expected that someone had burst open the door with my Mistress still nude on the
table. I couldn't allow that to happen.
However, when I looked around I realized that I was lying on a picnic table. I
heard giggling and saw a little boy running toward me. I looked up and saw
Mistress' smiling face. "Sleep well?" She asked.
I sat up, kissing Mistress' lap as I lifted my head from her thighs, and
realized that a basketball was beneath the picnic table. I reached under the
bench and handed the ball to the waiting little boy. He seemed suddenly shy,
said, "Thank you" very quickly, and ran off.
When I turned back to Mistress, she was already gathering her book and purse.
She told me to prepare the picnic basket while she saw to Chiot. "It's time to
go home." She said.
