Humiliated by my Mistress.
I had met my mistress online and we had chatted about many kinky things we both enjoyed. After meeting for a brunch (and spending the afternoon in a nearby motel) we decided to meet for a second session. This time she wanted to meet for lunch at a popular restaurant in a nearby college town. She instructed me to wear loose shorts and a light colored, revealing top. I chose a nearly see through white polo shirt. She also wanted me to wear some non-piercing nipple jewelry and my red leather cock and ball separator with NO underwear. Of course I complied and eagerly awaited her in the restaurant parking lot thinking of the possibility of having car sex before lunch.
When she arrived, she motioned me to join her in her car where she quickly checked to make sure I had complied with her instructions. After just a few minutes of her fondling me under my shorts, I was sprouting a rigid erection. I was sure we would have sex before lunch. Alas, it was not to be. It was soon after that she exited the car and ordered me to do the same. My shorts looked like a pup tent while she held my hand and we walked to the front door. She told me to ask for a table for two. Our wait was only a few minutes with about a dozen others and my erection had not subsided as we walked to our table. I felt like everyone in the packed restaurant was staring at the bulge in my pants. She slipped her sandal off her foot as we sat down and stuck her toes in my crotch to make sure my erection did not disappear. After a long lunch she excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned she sat next to me and unzipped my shorts to rub me back to extreme hardness. She then ordered me to go to the bathroom and make sure I didn't lose any stiffness when I returned. There was no way for me to hide my predicament as I walked the entire way to the bathroom and back. After a few more fondles and pats, she announced she was ready to go. This was one of those restaurants/diners where everyone pays at the cash register on the way out. She had waited until there was a line of about 5 people waiting before directing me to the front. I stood in line and watched as people waiting to be seated looked at the tent in my shorts. Once I had paid, she told me to leave the tip back at the table where our waitress, Denise, was clearing the plates. I know Denise had enjoyed the show all during lunch when she told me I had already tipped her enough.
After exiting the front door, my mistress turned me towards her and slipped a dog collar around my neck and led me by the leash back to our cars. The story continues but without the public humiliation......
When she arrived, she motioned me to join her in her car where she quickly checked to make sure I had complied with her instructions. After just a few minutes of her fondling me under my shorts, I was sprouting a rigid erection. I was sure we would have sex before lunch. Alas, it was not to be. It was soon after that she exited the car and ordered me to do the same. My shorts looked like a pup tent while she held my hand and we walked to the front door. She told me to ask for a table for two. Our wait was only a few minutes with about a dozen others and my erection had not subsided as we walked to our table. I felt like everyone in the packed restaurant was staring at the bulge in my pants. She slipped her sandal off her foot as we sat down and stuck her toes in my crotch to make sure my erection did not disappear. After a long lunch she excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned she sat next to me and unzipped my shorts to rub me back to extreme hardness. She then ordered me to go to the bathroom and make sure I didn't lose any stiffness when I returned. There was no way for me to hide my predicament as I walked the entire way to the bathroom and back. After a few more fondles and pats, she announced she was ready to go. This was one of those restaurants/diners where everyone pays at the cash register on the way out. She had waited until there was a line of about 5 people waiting before directing me to the front. I stood in line and watched as people waiting to be seated looked at the tent in my shorts. Once I had paid, she told me to leave the tip back at the table where our waitress, Denise, was clearing the plates. I know Denise had enjoyed the show all during lunch when she told me I had already tipped her enough.
After exiting the front door, my mistress turned me towards her and slipped a dog collar around my neck and led me by the leash back to our cars. The story continues but without the public humiliation......
