He sipped on his giant sized fountain drink and looked at the clock on

He Sipped

the dashboard with dread. He was 45 minutes late. Normally that

wouldn't bother him, but he knew that Leesa was waiting at home for him.

The more time he left her waiting, the more devious the punishment would

be. He said a silent prayer, hoping against hope that she was caught in

traffic somewhere. But he knew in his heart that she would never be

late to one of these sessions. For a moment he thought of the excuses

he might offer, but with a sigh he discarded them. His mistress had no

tolerance for excuses.

He walked into the house expecting to find her in full bitch mode. She

shocked him by walking out of the kitchen in a soft cashmere sweater and

skirt that that caressed her breasts and sweet curves of her ass..

She smiled at him and he realized that all was well. He must have been

mistaken about her command that he prepare himself for an evening of her

entertainment. She kissed him leisurely, enjoying his taste.

As she picked up her jacket she informed them she had made reservations

at their favorite rib joint. The twenty minute ride passed quickly as

they exchanged the events of each other's day with one another. She

order their food and two pints of Guinness, his favorite meal in the

world. He smiled at her over the black brew, anticipating a relaxing

evening with his spouse.

When the meal arrived she asked the waitress for another pint, never

allowing him to decline or in fact even state his preference. The meal

progressed casually. He loved watching her eat ribs, it was enough to

make him fantasize about wet deep blow jobs that she loved to torment

him with. She treated each morsel as if it was the most important thing

in the world. The exact same way she treated him in bed. He felt his

cock beginning to stiffen and realized that he had better go to the

bathroom, before watching her made it even more difficult. He rose and

excused himself, almost missing her reply in his haste to empty his

bladder.

"Did I give you permission to go relieve yourself?"

He sat back down instantly, so well trained was he. For a moment he just

stared at her in shock. She had never denied him control over this

aspect of his life. It had just never been something she had asked of

him. But he knew better than to deny her anything.

"No Mistress, you did not."

"I didn't think so. Eat up enjoy your meal. As soon as your finished I

thought we might take in a movie."

Suddenly the ribs didn't taste as deliciously as they had mere moments

before. The waitress returned and he was horrified to hear his mistress

order him another pint. Silently he complied, clearing his plate and

drinking till he felt his bladder would explode. She paid the and began

the long walk to the car. She smiled at him as they entered the cool

night air,