Lunch I've only known her for a short while, yet we just seemed to blend perfectly. On our few dates, it soon became apparent that she liked being in control and that I craved submitting to her desires. To our mutual delight, our dates soon revolved around the theme of her dominance and my submission. We had explored BDSM enough to pretty much trust each other and find that we had similar tastes and limits. She allowed (and required) that I address her as Mistress whenever we were exploring the BDSM part of our relationship. Then one afternoon just after lunch before we had to head back to work, she looked over at me, unleashed her killer smile, and said, "I've told a couple of my girl friends about you and I'd like to show you off." Blinking, I felt my ears redden as I thought about being 'shown off.' I knew that she intended to show me submitting to her... probably graphically. We both knew that having others witness my submission to her would make me feel self-conscious if not out right embarrassed. I felt myself getting hard as my logical mind tried desperately tried to find an excuse to avoid being displayed. Looking over at her, I could see amusement in her eyes as she read the emotions that played through me. When she saw the tinge of panic in my eyes, she laughed that delightfully amused laugh she has and answered for me. "I knew you would like the idea," she said with a bit of a snicker. Her hand dropped and brushed my crotch... there was no doubt about the effect her suggestion had on me. Still grinning, her hand teasing my cock through my pants (she *knows* I'll agree to anything when she does that... especially since she had been teasing me mercilessly throughout lunch) she said "I was thinking lunch at my place this Saturday." Though I just stood there, struck dumb, we both knew that without having spoken a word or even nodding my head, I had agreed to her whim. Her hand went up the back of my head, her fingers dragging... causing goose bumps to cascade over my shoulders as she pulled my head to her and she kissed me... my mouth opening...surrendering to the invasion of her tongue. I pulled her close... our bodies melting together... my hardness and her softness blending. I sighed softly as she broke off the kiss and turned to leave. Then calling over her shoulder, "Oh by the way, I want you randy when we have lunch... Don't expect release before then." At that statement, I finally found my voice as I yelled after her... "Wait! Today is only Wednesday! I just need to hold off from Friday and I'll still be ready!" I could hear her laugh as she walked away, shaking her head no. I know her well enough to know it was futile to plead, but I had to try anyway... otherwise there was no chance. "Thursday even! ...please!" She waved at me merrily, still shaking her head as she got into her car and drove off. I don't have to describe the rest of the week. My thoughts were constantly on the coming lunch and each thought caused me to get hard. My balls were aching all the time. I couldn't move or take a step without them reminding me of the lunch, which caused me to get hard, which added to the plight of my balls... an endless cycle. The only contact I had with her was by phone where she used the opportunity to tease me about my plight and the upcoming lunch. I arrived at the appointed time (actually I was early and waited a few blocks away until the time). I had decided to wear tight fitting cyclists pants and shirt. I figured that would show my form since I was to be 'showed off.' I was hoping the outfit would deter her from asking me to wear something even more humbling. It didn't take me long to find out my attempt was futile. She met me at the door wearing a stunning dress, but not particularly sexy. Already I was feeling a bit out of place. At the door, she smiled and pulled me to her and kissed me, her hands sliding over my smooth shirt and pants. Finally breaking off the kiss, she stood back, her eyes twinkling. "Thanks for coming. You look great." Then she looked at my crotch. There was no way my arousal would be unnoticed. I had put on the outfit, fresh, just before coming over. To my dismay there was a very noticeable moist circle from precum. I was flushing profusely and she said in a quiet voice, "Strip." She has seen me naked several times before, but having to disrobe in front of her while she was fully clothed was disconcerting. My eyes were downcast as I concentrated on getting out of the tight clothes. I could feel her amused gaze as I struggled, My heart was racing as I feared her friends would arrive any minute. "You're not going to have me naked during lunch are you?" I know she could detect the tinge of panic in my voice. She laughed again, and with just a bit of a giggle in her voice, she pointed to a large opaque clothes bag hanging on the bathroom door. "No silly, I have your outfit in there." My friends will arrive in a few minutes. We have a lot of 'girl things' to talk about so I've decided that you should not speak while they are here. Unless I indicate otherwise, from this moment on and until my guests depart, if you utter a word, I'll treat it like a safe word and the day's activities will cease, you will go home, and we'll finish lunch without you. The only exception is if you are asked a direct question, you will respond with only a one word answer, usually 'yes' or 'no'. You may answer with 'more' if you feel you need more than one word to answer. I'll then let you know if you may lengthen your answer. Do you understand?" My mind whirled with questions and objections... I started to open my mouth to protest or at least clarify when I saw the look in her eyes. "Yes, Miii.." I quickly bit off the end of the prohibited second word. She smiled a small smile of satisfaction as she saw me conform to her rule. I was now her toy unable to even utter a token protest to whatever she had in mind. Still smiling, she continued, "I'll let a stray whimper or moan pass, but don't go using them to try to communicate." I came close to saying "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," but was able to suppress the urge and remained silent. Just then a car pulled up to her house and I could see her friends getting out of the car. She turned me toward the bathroom, handed me the garment bag as she pushed me in, and closed the door. "Get dressed and come out in ten minutes. That will give me a chance to greet my friends," she called through the door as I heard the doorbell ring. Left to myself I quickly opened the garment bag. I was curious about what she had selected. She had not allowed me time to ask about it before she imposed the no talk rule. I had steeled myself for something frilly like a maid's outfit or such. To my dismay, the bag was empty! I felt panicky as I opened the bag wide. "The cleaner forgot to put the outfit in the bag," I thought. "Geeze, I have to go out there in a few minutes with literally nothing to wear!" In desperation, as I turned the garment bag inside out, a small piece of black material dropped to the floor. I could feel myself flushing brightly as I picked it up... a too small thong made of very thin black sheer material. The clock showed I only had a couple of minutes and I hastily stepped into the thong. "Was this a mistake?" I wondered. "Perhaps the cleaners did forget the main clothes. Geeze, she'll be expecting me to come out dressed and I'll just have this token on" I suppressed the urge to call out to make sure this wasn't a mistake. "Dang that 'no talk' rule!" I mumbled. My panic caused my erection to subside enough that I could quickly tuck my shaft down into the thong. As the clock indicated my time was up, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and hesitantly stepped out. Feeling unsure of myself, I tentatively looked around. There was no one there and I could hear voices and laughter in the dining room. Did she expect me to go in? Should I wait until she came back? Feeling very naked, I ventured through the living room and peeked around the corner. I could see her friends and they too had on regular clothes. I was obviously odd man out. One of her friends saw me and looked over. The conversation stopped suddenly and it suddenly became very quiet as I felt all eyes on me. There was no help as to what was expected of me. Unsure of myself, it felt wrong to be just peeking around the corner so I tentatively stepped into the room and stopped. I could feel myself flushing from head to toe as I stood there. Motionless, the obvious center of attention, not knowing what to do but stand there. I inwardly groaned as I felt my cock respond and harden. I had stuffed my shaft down when I first put on the thong and now to my dismay, it was determined to right itself. It pulled the thong into an obvious tent. The tip of my cock snagged in the fabric of the thong and my shaft was held so it stuck straight out. My hand tentatively moved to free my trapped member and I froze when I heard my mistress quietly say "don't." I let out my breath and my hands dropped to my sides. It was deathly quiet and it seemed like an eternity that I stood there, my cock pointing straight out... the tip pressing on the fabric so the smallest drop of precum would instantly seep through. Finally I heard one of her friends make a comment on my situation and the conversation and laughter resumed. Most of the conversation was a blur to me, but it generally encompassed comments about me, past boyfriends, how I compared both physically and behaviorally. Finally my mistress beckoned me to approach her and handed me a dust cloth. She pointed to the large swinging chandelier over the table and told me to dust it. Taking the cloth I proceeded to dust the chandelier. I was aware that the thong was at eye level for the ladies sitting at the table and both of my hands were reaching high to steady the chandelier and dust it. As I dusted, I got close to my mistress and I felt her finger touch the tip of my cock through the wet fabric. I couldn't help but moan as it felt like her touch was going to set me off. Then suddenly, she flicked the tip with her finger. "OuAaaaa," I bleated out at the sudden jolt of pain on the tip... barely keeping the word 'ouch' in the realm of a moan. The action and my reaction brought instant laughter from all the ladies and I flushed brightly as I tried to continue dusting the chandelier as if nothing happened. I heard her friends ask if they could do that and groaned inwardly when I heard my mistress say yes. Each of her friends took delight at teasing the tip of my cock still seeming to try to poke a hole in the sheer fabric. I whimpered as I dusted the chandelier and could think of nothing but the touch of the ladies and the inevitable snap that would follow. None of that attention did anything to dislodge my stiff shaft from its position of sticking straight out. The tip apparently inviting the ladies to tease and torment it. At the end of each tease came the sharp flick... the jolt of pain not so surprising now so instead of a yell that issued on the first time, my unsuppressed whimpers were just punctuated with a sharp gasp when each lady finally delivered her snap. To my relief, my mistress finally stood up and leaned against me. I felt her breasts press against my side and a soft kiss on my cheek as she took back the dust cloth. "Good boy," she purred in my ear. "Would you like to sit with us now for a while?" "Yes," I responded eagerly. I couldn't help but smile from the effect of hearing her say 'good boy.' I finally had some feedback that I was behaving to her liking. I apparently had at least responded adequately during the numerous times I was unsure of how I should respond. I could hear amusement in her voice when she said, "You will have the honor of sitting in the captains chair at the head of the table." I could sense that something was up as all eyes watched me as I circled the table and pulled the chair away from the table. Looking down I saw the chair had a small butt plug strapped on the seat. Swallowing hard as I felt the blood again rush to my face, I looked up at my mistress. I could see her amusement at my reaction... and I knew that she fully intended for me to impale myself on it. "It might be a good idea for you to lube your..." she couldn't suppress a snicker mid sentence, "your resting place." My gaze remained riveted on the plug as she spoke and I was aware of the giggles of her friends as she commented on my 'resting place.' I looked around quickly for a source of lubricant to apply and saw nothing. I flushed even brighter as it dawned on me how I would have to lubricate it. I hesitated for a few moments but it seemed like and hour before I yielded to the inevitable and sank to my knees before the chair and licked the tip of the plug. As I leaned over, I heard one of her giggling friends comment "He is so hard! It looks like he'll submit to any indignity for you while he's in that state." Her other friend chimed in with a similar statement and all three of them were laughing and making taunting remarks. Trying to ignore the heckling, I concentrated on getting the plug wet. I found that licking didn't work and had to tilt the chair toward me and insert the plug in my mouth. My efforts were greeted with hoots and hollers from the Ladies as my saliva finally covered the plug and I stood up. Still flushed and very aware of my cock still pointing straight out, I turned slowly to prepare to sit. My eyes were pleading with my mistress as I felt acutely aware of my humiliation. She returned my look with a wicked grin and said, "Remove the thong before you 'settle' down." After a moment's hesitation, I pulled the thong off, my cock finally bobbing free, and I flushed brightly again as the last vestige of clothing (skimpy and embarrassing as it was) fell free. Not even aware that I was whimpering except that I could hear it I positioned myself in front of the chair until I could feel the tip of the plug touch my ass cheek. With one more imploring look at my mistress and seeing no reprieve in sight, I grabbed the arms of the captains chair and carefully positioned myself over the plug and slowly, inch by inch, lowered myself onto the plug... feeling it fill me as I settled. During my slow impalement, the three ladies all offered comments with mocking encouragement with applause and cheers when I finally settled on the chair. I looked down at my lap and it seemed that my cock was a straight extension of the plug inside me. No sooner had I 'sat down' my mistress proceeded to tie my wrists to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs. I struggled just enough to realize that the bonds were secure but allowed some movement. Since I was impaled, that movement was limited to twisting my torso or up and down. Still, I almost welcomed the restraint. I relaxed a bit almost comfortable in the knowledge that I was now helpless and not responsible for knowing what actions were expected or appropriate. That comfort vanished quickly when my mistress produced a set of nipple clamps joined with a light chain. With a devilish glint in her eye, my mistress then proceeded to tease each nipple with her finger nails before attaching the clamp. With each clamp, I gasped as the pain shot through my chest. My pleading eyes only seemed to amuse the Ladies. She then proceeded to attach another light chain to the chandelier so that it dangling right in front of my nose. Still grinning... she tipped the chandelier slightly and attached the dangling chain to the nipple clamp chain. The pain from the tug of the chandelier shot through me. "Ahhhhhhhh," I squealed again looking to my mistress for mercy. "Wimp," she teased in her mocking voice. Then grinning she continued, "There's some slack in your bonds where You can rise to relieve the pull of the chandelier." Gratefully I pressed on the arms of the chair. Though it was at an awkward angle, I was able to lift myself to the limit of the bonds. I could feel the butt plug slide, but I didn't have enough slack to pull clear of it. The tension lessened on the clamps significantly though I winced each time the chandelier swayed away from me until it finally settled down. My efforts to lessen the tension on the clamps amused the ladies but soon my arms started to burn from the effort to keep me raised in that position. My focus was on my plight but I was well aware of the giggles and comments that transpired as I struggled to maintain a position that kept the tension on the chain to a minimum. Soon my arms started to shake from the effort and, whimpering, I finally had to lower myself on the plug again while my nipples screamed from the resumed tension of the chain. "Time to prepare lunch, girls," my mistress chirped, and they all proceeded to the adjoining kitchen, leaving me. I wanted to cry out for them not to leave me in this predicament, but I still wasn't allowed speech. Instead I groaned loudly. Taking advantage of the short rest, my arms were able to raise me once again to relieve the tension on the nipple chain. I saw one of her friends look at me from the kitchen and say "He's up again!" This announcement was greeted by laughter and giggles from the other two. I was aware that the gals were looking in on me as I struggled and when fatigue finally forced me to lower myself on the plug again I heard the report "He's down!" And again I could hear the amused response of the others in the kitchen. This was repeated until they finally returned to the dining room with the luncheon salads. In normal time, I guess it wasn't that long, but to me it had seemed like an eternity of ups and downs before they had returned. It was driven home to me that without any effort (or even presence) on their part, they could enjoy and extend my torment. My whimpers were now punctuated by sobs as my eyes were pleading with my mistress for mercy. Smiling, she came over and unclasped the chain and then removed each clamp. I cried out at the removal of each clamp as the blood came back and she chuckled, bent down and soothed each nipple with her tender mouth and tongue before pulling back with a quick nip on each throbbing bud as she pulled away. The first nip caught me by surprise and I screamed. The second was anticipated and I was whimpering and sobbing even as her lips caressed and tongue soothed my nipple. And I still screamed at the second nip. As her mouth tended to my nipples, her hand dropped to my cock and she grasped it and stroked it. Despite my ordeal (more likely *because* of my ordeal), it was hard and throbbing. I couldn't arch or even wiggle much to encourage the attention as I was held in place by the plug. My eyes were still blurry and my cheeks tear stained as I looked up at her. I could see her eyes twinkling as she was enjoying having me so under her power. She looked at the salads and with mock surprise she said "Oh dear. We ran out of salad dressing when we got to your salad. You can't have salad without dressing." I knew immediately what she had in mind for my salad dressing. After days of teasing and no relief, I was eager to provide the required 'dressing' for the salad. I didn't care about how degrading the production of the dressing would be, nor did I care that I would have to consume it later. My main thought focused on my throbbing shaft and the hope of finally getting release. I got an indication as to how well she had planned the events of the lunch when she produced a small thin board with a hole lined with soft fur in the middle of it. Chuckling, she attached the board across the arms of the captains chair. She proceeded to tease my cock until I was ready to cum. Giggling at my eagerness, she finally wiggled my penis so the tip was just sticking through the soft opening of the board. Her eyes were twinkling with amusement as she looked down at me. "Lets see if you can produce your salad dressing, pet. If you don't, you can bet you won't have another chance until next week's lunch." 'Next week' those two words instilled me with panic... both with the idea that I could be left frustrated for a full week in addition to the time already endured and that this ordeal was to be repeated so soon. Groaning I did the only thing I could do. I raised myself with my arms, my cock rising straight up through the maddening hole, the butt plug sliding out of me... and then lowering myself for another stroke... and feeling the plug fill me... adding to my humiliation and excitement. I could hear amused gasps from her friends as I sought desperately to cum. Such was my state, it took only a few more 'strokes' to set me off. "Arrrrghhhhhh!!!!" my cry filled the room as my final thrust released seed in surges straight up as I strained and pressed against the board at the height of that thrust. I heard laughing, clapping, and someone yelling "Thar she blows!" as the first surges started. As I finally settled down, my breathing was still coming in quick gasps when I finally lowered myself back onto the plug. Smiling, my mistress came over and kissed me. Then she pulled the bonds loose allowing me use of my limbs. "Now collect the dressing, pet, and try to get most of it on your salad." Still dazed from my orgasm, I picked up a cracker and used it to scrape up the cum where it had landed on the board and transferred it to my salad. When I had finished, my mistress looked pointedly at the cracker. With deliberate slowness, I ate it. She then took my salad bowl and placed it on the floor by her feet. Looking over at me she said, "You may enjoy your salad, but you're not to use your hands" I carefully rose off the chair and breathed a sigh of relief that I no longer was filled with the plug. I took the chair to another room. I returned, kneeling at my mistress's feet then getting down on all fours, I proceeded to eat my salad. I could here the ladies conversing and laughing as we ate. It was impossible not to get the 'dressing' smeared on my face and I must have been a mess. After the meal, as her friends prepared to leave, my mistress handed me a moist towel and I was able to wipe off the dried tears and cum. I came up behind her as she ushered her friends out the door. They were full of 'I really enjoyed the lunch' and 'We had a blast' kinds of comments as they left. Finally alone, my speech restriction finally lifted, she turned around and for the first time since I had arrived, I saw a flicker of uncertainty cross her face. She had put me through a lot, with little indication as to what I was to be in for. I knew her well enough to know that she was concerned that she had pressed too far, too fast. I pulled her close and held her tight for a moment, then I kissed her softly and pulling back so I could look into here eyes, I whispered "Thank you." At my words, I saw her smile and her eyes light up as she pulled me close. "Next time," she said, "I won't let you off so easily." She laughed with merriment as she felt me react to her words with a shudder.
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