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CHAPTER FIVE

Black high heels, not too high but narrow and sharp, curved and held Esclava's feet. The sheer and light blue stockings slid smoothly up her legs, coyly ending somewhere above the tight curves of her dress, apparently made from stretch fabric, black and full, hiding and exposing her shape at one and the same time. Her blouse, in contrast, was loose and flowed around her torso like some shinny blue liquid or oil, blown by the wind of her movement. The sense of fullness swelling of the silk hinted at the soft curve of her breasts. Several of its top buttons were open, revealing her cleavage and sometimes her bra, depending on how she moved.

But her face was coated with garish colors. Painted like a whore, or even the parody of a whore, a whore with no sense but plenty of enthusiasm. It was the sort of make-up that left men with a startled recollection of disturbed emotions and desires while women would tend to smirk. Thick and wide eyeshadow, lips painted red and wide.

I'd asked her to fetch me a drink and admired the promise of her movements. "It's the final night of your initiation, and I for one hope that you can do all of what will be asked of you.. If you can, then I'll have you stay the night with me, and we'll see what tomorrow brings."

She lifted the hem of her skirt, and cupped her front with her right hand. "Please, Sir, I'll do whatever you like. Not just because I want to please you, to show you the love that I have for you, but because I am yours. Yours to do with as you please. What you want, I want. What you say, I'll do."

"Even if I told you to walk naked into a restaurant? To eat a full meal with a roomful of strangers watching you while I took photos? Even if I let a roomful of total strangers touch you however they want? The women too? "

"Even then."

"Well, we shall see, won't we? But I must say, this is an auspicious beginning. You look lovely. Too lovely to cook this evening, my Esclava, so we are indeed going out to dinner. Yes, I want to show some others how lovely you are, and how lucky I am." I knew she was thinking about what I'd just said to her. I tossed off my drink and handed her the glass. She took it into the kitchen. The look on her face was priceless when I told her that I had a gift for her because I was so well pleased with her. Pure delight and open gratitude, a look I'd often seen in a dog's eyes. I handed her a small box, wrapped in red paper with a black ribbon. With her head bowed, she opened it carefully.

Inside, a thin black leather collar curved in a spiral. The clasps were chrome, and the leather soft. It closed with a small padlock. "I want you to

wear this tonight so everyone will know that you are my pet, my slave, my delightful Esclava. Here let, me help you. There, now, wait, got it. I'll keep the key for you, my dear, since you have no pockets. Oh, no, you'll not be needing to carry you purse tonight. I'll take care of everything. That is what masters are for. To take care of those who please him. See, here? I have a leash to go with the collar. It clips here in front. If I tire of holding it, you are to slip the handle loop over your wrist. Do you understand?"

There was no mistaking the meaning of the collar or the thin rope of chrome that ran from her throat to the leather loop in my hand. Even so, she followed me out of the building and on to the street. She walked a few steps behind me, the chrome leash a thin arc swaying between us. People stared openly and startled. At one point, I slipped the leash over her hand and told her to walk a dozen or so steps in front of me so I could watch the people watch her.

We finally reached the restaurant that I had in mind. I had taken the leash back from her and led her to a table. The restaurant was full, small wrought iron tables pushed up close to each other. I led her to one in the middle of the room that had only two chairs. The tables around us were all crowded, and we had to push past the other patrons to reach ours. This made certain that many people noticed the leash on the girl and whose hand it was in. We sat and waited for the waitress.

"Sir?" she asked.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Sir?"

"Are you touching yourself? You have been asked to touch yourself whenever you talk to me. Are you touching yourself?"

Her hand slid off of the tabletop and into her lap. A little rustling and she looked at me again. "Sir, I am touching myself."

"Very good. Then, what was your question?"

"I cannot remember."

"That's fine. Then please drink up your glass of water."

I ordered for us both. Everytime the waiter refilled her glass of water, I told her to drink it. While we ate, I told her the plan for the evening. I'd invited a couple of friends of mine over for a few drinks and laughs later on. She will serve the drinks and the laughs. Her nipples hardened and thrust against the material of her blouse. I commented on this and teased her that the thought was sexy to her. She blushed and agreed.

"I want everyone I've invited over to have an orgasm before the party is over." She nodded. "I may have invited quite a few men this evening. Perhaps my entire poker group to play a different kind of poker. What do you think of that?"

She moved the hand in he lap again and said, "I hope that I will be able to please you and your friends."

"It doesn't bother you that I will give you in the most intimate manner you can be given to total strangers for their own amusement? I may even have invited a girl." I was surprised at her reaction to that. She arched her back and gave a small shiver, as though the thought were too much. "Do you like that idea or not? Would you like it if I were to bring along a woman to give you to?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Well, perhaps we shall find out tonight. For right now, let's finish our coffees and get on with the evening's entertainment."

"Sir, I need to be excused to go to the bathroom."

"No. Finish your coffee first."

She evidently needed to pee badly because she drank her coffee quickly. But I wouldn't let her go until I had finished mine. Such a pretty thing sitting there and squirming in her chair while I slowly sipped my coffee.

"Do you need to go badly?" She nodded. "Well, then, you can go," I said as I drained my cup. She quickly pushed back her chair and stood to go. "But want you to use the Men's room, not the Ladies." Her puzzlement wrestled with her need. "I can see them both from here quite clearly, so will see which one you go into. Make sure it's not the Ladies." Without speaking, she turned to leave. I watched her back as she made her way through the crowd towards the two doors. To give her credit, she paused only for a moment before pushing through the Men's Room door. But then, after four glasses of water and a cup of coffee, her need must have been fairly pressing.

She emerged, her cheeks glowing a bright red. Two men came out after her, laughing between themselves. Only a few patrons had noticed that she'd gone through the "wrong" door. Her eyes blazed with what I wrongly took to be anger as she walked back to our table.

"How was it?" I asked. "How did it make you feel to pee with the men?"

Her hand disappeared beneath the table again. "It made me feel completely sexy."

"Tell me about it. What happened?"

"There were two men in there when I went in. I had to go so badly that I couldn't wait to see their reactions. I went into the last stall and sat to pee. It went on and on. The men gathered outside of the booth to listen and joke."

"Did you wipe yourself in front of two men? Did you speak to them?"

She nodded. "And then they watched as I dressed again. But it made me so hot and wet to be there that I gave them an extra show by hiking up my skirt to straighten my blouse before I left. I think they enjoyed seeing beneath my skirt."

"I'm sure they did. Good girl. But now, let's get back to my place so that the real fun of the evening can begin."

I paid and we left, her leash dangling from my hand. The walk back wasn't that long. The streets were much emptier than they had been earlier. Those who saw us looked as though they knew what we were about. While we waited for one light to turn so we could cross the street, I turned to her.

"You look so nice here with me. Do you enjoy it? Do you like being so obvious about your sex life in public?"

"Yes, Sir,…" she began, but I interrupted her.

"You're not touching yourself. Didn't I tell you to touch yourself everytime you speak to me?"

She raised her skirt right there on the corner and gently placed her palm against the curve of her sex." Yes, Sir."

"Good. I just wanted you to be standing here for a moment with your skirt hoisted for everyone who wants to look. That's enough. Let's go."

We made it home soon. I deliberately ignored her for the rest of the walk back to my place. On the way up in the elevator, I gave Esclava a pill. She asked me what it was, but I refused to tell her. "It's a tablet I want you to take now," was all that I told her. She took the tablet.

When we got inside, we found two pairs of shoes just beside the door.

"Hello?" I called out. Joe and Jane, we'd agreed to call them that, in the living room, watching the video I'd told them would be in the VCR. I felt Esclava shudder as she realized that they were watching the show she'd put on last night for me. Her voice sounded clearly. "Yes, I want to please my master's friends. I will do whatever he wants and if he wants me to please you, I will do whatever you want. Do you want me to be naked for you? I am naked for you. I'm hot right now just thinking about you, watching me, touching me, giving me your cocks to suck, entering into me, making me thrash with your thickness, and scream and squeal and come and come deep inside me." Her pants and squeals showed clearly that she was about to come herself at this point. "Oh yes all of your cocks. I have room and desire for all of my master's friend's cocks. I want you all." Esclava watched their faces in horror. She knew that these perfect strangers were watching her naked masturbation. She heard herself going on to describe her routine for oral sex, and then the unmistakable slurping and sucking. She knew the little face she made when he came in her mouth and she also knew that they now knew what she looked like too.

"You have pleased me greatly once again. Tomorrow night will be the final test of your desire to serve me. I want you to come prepared not only to cook dinner but also to spend the night. If you can pass, then we need to talk about taking our relationship to the next level. For now, bring your clothes here and get dressed in front of me.

"Come tomorrow night at the same time, prepared to do anything and everything to please me. You'll have lots of opportunities to prove your love to me. You do want to do that, don't you? Say it."

"Yes, I want to please you. I'm prepared to do whatever you ask of me."

"Even if I asked you to walk naked into a store and not come out until you'd had two strangers sign your tits?"

"Yes, even if you asked me to have strangers sign my tits. If it pleases you, I will do it."

"You please me, Esclava, you do. Now kiss me once before you go."

The film ended, and they turned to us. "Welcome, welcome," I enthused. "I see you found the film. Great stuff. Yes, and this is the little lady you were just watching."

Joe stuck out his hand and shook hers. "I feel like I know you already." Esclava blushed but met his eyes. She couldn't look Jane in the face however.