Public Play for Mistress and Her Sub-Boy
You’re at the local bar. Your Mistress walks in. You pretend it’s the first time you’re meeting. Where will this game end?
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My heart skipped a beat when I saw her walk into the bar. My Mistress.
She didn’t pay me any mind. It was like I wasn’t even there.
I nervously twiddled my thumbs under the bar counter, trying to play it cool. I was staring at her intently, but she didn’t acknowledge me.
Dressed in a flowy green dress and heels, make-up done flawlessly, she strolled across the dingy room towards me. Every step oozed confidence. I was so incredibly attracted to her. She looked like she was meant to go to a fancy dinner instead of this crummy Irish pub down the road.
“Glass of red, please,” she called out to the barman as she sat down two chairs away from me.
She put her handbag on the open chair between us, still flat-out ignoring me.
I knew it was part of the game, that it was all prearranged. But it still hurt not being acknowledged by my Mistress. Especially when spending nearly every waking minute together under normal circumstances.
I wanted to call her name, take her hand, anything! But I knew she would be very upset if I misbehaved or tried to make a move. I didn’t want to get punished again, not with the allure of a reward so close. Instead, I just stared at my half-empty glass of beer and took another gulp.
Her wine arrived and she enjoyed a small sip, careful not to smudge her lusciously red lipstick that made her mouth look oh-so inviting.
Only after her second sip did she finally acknowledge me.
“Do you come here often?” my Mistress asked, her voice a low and husky whisper. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Just passing through, Ma’am,” I stumbled through the lines I’d rehearsed, my voice weak.
I cleared my throat and pulled myself together. “I’ve got some business around these parts. Only for tonight…” I was so nervous, yet so excited. My heart was beating very fast.
“Ah, so a rich and fancy businessman?” she asked, picking up her handbag and sliding over to the chair next to mine. She was so close now. I could smell her perfume — I loved that smell so much. I just wanted to hug her close and breathe it all in, but I contained myself.
“Yes, Ma’am… Something like that. Stocks.” I made my voice deeper, trying to sound more manly. I thought wearing a suit would make me feel more butch, but I knew she knew I was still wearing panties and stockings underneath.
“Stocks? How interesting?” she cooed, putting her hand on my thigh. My cock jumped instantly but I tried to keep my composure. I hoped she couldn’t see my semi forming under the loose pants of the oversized suit.
“Um… yeah… what are you doing in a place like this?” I was struggling to keep my nerves at bay. I was sure she could see the thin layer of sweat forming on my brow.
She took another sip of her wine first before answering.
“Looking for company in this godforsaken little town… I’m so lonely, mister,” she pouted, giving me a doe-eyed look as she moved her hand even further up, now resting on my growing cock. The change in dynamic was disconcerting but exhilarating.
I looked around the bar anxiously to see if anyone could see us, if anyone was watching. But the few people around didn’t care about anything but the drinks in front of them. The dim lighting was one of the reasons we selected this bar for our game on a random Wednesday afternoon. That, and the fact that it was only two blocks away from our apartment. We had spoken about it so many times before… I couldn’t believe we were finally acting out the stranger-at-a-bar fantasy.
“A woman like you should never be lonely,” I bravely looked up into her eyes, trying to ignore the hand on my erection.
My Mistress smiled slyly, her face so close to mine.
“Ah, you flatter me, sir,” she tried to look innocent. It didn’t suit her — not nearly as much as her devilish look when towering over my tied-up and vulnerable body. She looked beautiful either way — she always did. I wanted to kiss her so badly.
“Shall we go somewhere more private?” I asked, just like she made me rehearse before. The words sounded foreign to me.
“Would you walk me to my car first, please sir? I just want to get something quick,” she said sweetly, squeezing my erection over my pants before lifting her hand.
“Of course — after you,” I got up and followed her out, relieved to get away from all the watchful eyes that weren’t watching.
She had parked right next to me in the deserted parking lot underground. There were only three other cars.
I wasn’t sure where this part was going. We had planned to go home after the drink… But she didn’t look ready to leave yet.
No, she grabbed me by the throat and pushed me up against the side of her car, going in for a kiss. Hungrily, she devoured my lips as I gasped for air, her body pressing mine into the cold metal of the car.
“I’m sorry, sir, I couldn’t help myself…” she smiled coyly, getting back into character, finally taking her hand off my throat. “I am just so attracted to you.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
She stuck her hand down my pants, into my panties. My body was still pinned against the car.
Without warning, my Mistress wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started jerking me off — right there in the parking lot!
I was so scared of someone seeing us, but the thought was so incredibly arousing as well.
I didn’t want her to stop. It had been more than a week since I’d been allowed to cum.
“Such a beautiful cock, mister… are you gonna cum for Mama?” she finally whispered the magic words in my ear.
“Yes… Mistress…” I stuttered. “Anything you ask!”
Oh, sweet release.
