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  JAPANEESE RESTAURANT

Finally, after a long while my Mistress and I have a day off together. I looked forward to this day, knowing she will take her chance of abusing me and using and make me do all these things for her she enjoys so much. After a slow and unusual cool breakfast she ordered me to clean up and get dressed for a day out to the museum. "Oh and darling, there are some new pants for you in your closet. Wear them". Excited of getting a present. A bit disappointed of having to go to a museum. I cleaned while I heard her shower. I wondered what kind of pants it would be.

Opening the closet I saw the little package. So small, it made me wonder even more. I opened it up and could not believe my eyes. The inside of the pants was filled with little needles. I took a deep breath; not able to believe I had to wear this all day. Slowly I took it on. Shivering when it touched my cock. I heard my Mistress in the hall. "Hurry up love, we don't have all day". And as fast as possible I dressed myself without moving too much. When I entered the hall she smiled at me. I stumbled "I can not believe this". She stroked my hair and whispered "Don't be afraid, what can happen to you in a Museum???"

Too much can happen in a museum. In the elevator she stood to close to me. Secretly she glided her hand under my shirt, scratching a little. When we watched the paintings she winked me close and whispered all these nasty sexy things in my ear that made my cock grow. And sometimes she stood so close not only my muscles strained. I had to fight my tears. It made her smile in a way I had not seen her for long. When the evening fell we left.

We were walking down the steps of the museum "Come on, tamed, let's eat out, what do you say?" "Sure," I said while trying to move my cock into a more comfortable position.

"Mistress Di, I hate these pants!"

"Well, that's the whole idea, my darling slave. Your cock, like everything else about you, is mine to play with. I like the faces you make when the needles do their work!" Laughing loudly she kissed me on the lips forcing her tongue in. Forgetting myself I responded, but soon the needles started torturing my cock, and I began to squirm away from

SLAVE!!!," she hissed at me, sharply, but without raising her voice. Obediently I began kissing her again while the tears welled up in my eyes. She gave herself completely to the pleasure of the kiss, her eyes closed, pushing me into a corner of the building where she began fondling me: massaging my butt, reaching between my legs, reaching up my shirt and playing with my nipples. By that time I was in frenzy, and my cock was getting eaten alive by the needles. She leaned into me harder and harder, increasing my discomfort. I felt she was going to undress and fuck me right there. All of a sudden she stopped and looked up at me with a mischievous smile: "A little uncomfortable, slave?

Come on, let's go to the Osaka, they have back rooms, you can be my little geisha man!" She was enjoying herself a great deal, chatting animatedly on the way to the restaurant. "I loved these paintings! Made me feel like I was in the Provence, in the sun ... Wouldn't that be nice, Tamed?" The exhibit had moved me too, and I was glad to be talking about something non-sexual. Finally we got to the restaurant. The owner, a middle-aged Japanese woman, seemed to know her: "Ahhhh, nice to see you, Mrs. Di. What pleasure!" "Hello Mrs. Ikamuri, how are you? This is Tamed; he will be serving me dinner tonight. Are any of the back rooms available?" "Shuh, shuh, always for you, Mrs. Di." Mrs. Ikamuri didn't seem to find anything strange about the fact that Mistress had brought a personal servant to the restaurant. In fact, after showing Mistress to one of the back rooms she ushered me into the kitchen and instructed me to take off all my clothes except the pants: "You take off everything but pants, understand?

That's what Mrs. Di want, understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Ikamuri." "When you bring food, you kneel, and smile, understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Ikamuri." "Come on, come on, get undressed! Mrs. Di hate waiting, understand?" As I hurried to obey, she already set the first set of appetizers on a platter: miso soup and California rolls. "You feed Mrs. Di, ok? If she unhappy, you bring dish back here and we replace, understand?" I didn't bother to answer but simply nodded. As I carried the tray through the restaurant, none of the other guests seemed to notice anything strange about me. They continued eating and chatting. In the back room Mistress was reclining in a set of very comfortable-looking cushions. "Oh my handsome geisha man," she giggled as I set down the tray and knelt before her. "Come on, feed your owner, geisha boy, I'm very hungry."

She ate the soup and the first few rolls quickly. I found the act of feeding her very erotic, and my cock began straining once again against the needles. She briefly glanced at me, and threw one of the California rolls she had bitten into on the floor: "Here is for my geisha boy, eat, come. But don't use your hands; eat off the floor like a dog. Come on .." She continued throwing me food scraps. The next piece of sushi landed between her knees and I felt a growing excitement as I picked it up with my lips. Then she dropped a shrimp roll right into her crotch: "Eat it," she commanded, her voice thick with excitement now. And she didn't wait for me to bend down put pushed my face into her crotch. How sweet and strong it smelled already. She shoved me right under her skirt: "Eat ... me .... little ... geisha boy!" And I obeyed so eagerly.

The pain in my crotch and the pleasure of sucking the pussy of my divine owner melting into one powerful sensation I came without even touching myself, greedily panting and licking between the legs of Mistress Di. When she finally released me from between her legs I thought I saw the room curtain move. Had Mrs. Ikamuri seen the whole thing? "Come on slave, next course," my beautiful Mistress commanded.

 

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