The Mistake
Year 2089
I sit naked at the restaurant table, well not entirely naked, Master Shane has let me wear shoes which is a big deal for a submissive. Nakedness is a mark in society of a submissive slave. A lifestyle I did not chose, but more on that later.
As I said, I am sitting naked, waiting for my Master to finish his meal. Once done he looks at me and says, "Stand next to the table, lags apart, hands on table until I return." I do as I'm told and he leaves, I assume for the restroom. It takes only a minute for another restaurant patron to come to me.
"Well, aren't you a beauty, way too good to pass up. On the floor sub! Face down!" he commands.
"Yes Sir," I respond as I kneel down on the less than spotless floor. Once I'm flat he pushed my legs apart and I feel his fingers run up my clit and into my vagina. I moisten at his touch and wish I hadn't. Within seconds he stops.
"Hello sir, is this yours?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact it is," I hear my Master reply, "give me second and then please have your way. I'll just sit and watch."
I hear my Master's voice warm and quiet next to my ear, "you had better be a very bad girl for this gentleman. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master" I reply.
"Carry on" my Master says to the stranger.
Again the fingers run up my cunt and into me. The stranger grabs my one of my hands and pulls it roughly behind my back. He places his cock in my hand and instructs me to pleasure him. I do nothing and am rewarded with a sharp smack on my ass. Again the stranger puts his member in my hand and again I do nothing. This time the strike is even harder making me cringe inwardly.
"I think you need to learn a lesson, sub. Pleasure me or I'll teach you how to treat men," he commands and so I run my fingers along his shaft and kneading his balls.
After a few minutes he pulls away and commands me to turn over. Per my masters instructions I refuse, keeping my face to the filthy floor. The stranger grabs a fist full of my hair, yanking my head up to look at him, "I said turn over you dirty little slave. Do as you're told. NOW!"
I turn over and see the face of my Master looking down at me. He is truly enjoying watching this guy manhandle his property. The stranger kneels over me and shoves his penis in my face. "Eat!"
I refuse and again I am rewarded with a slap β this time to the face. "Eat." He says again trying to force my mouth open. I clamp my jaw shut and ignore his request. The slap this time stings my eyes.
My Master is now chuckling. He knows that I can be amazingly naughty when I want to be. "Eat," comes the command again and this time I shake my head back and forth to avoid his hard dick. The stranger grabs my hair with one hand, stopping my head, and pries my mouth open with the other, then he shoves his member down my throat. I gag for a moment then regain myself and start to suck hard on the cock that is invading my throat. Before he comes he pulls back shoving my face to the floor.
He then crawls down to my waiting cunt and shoves himself hard into me. I look at my Master. He no longer looks like he is enjoying himself. His expression tells me that I've done something wrong. I look away and wait for the stranger to finish. When he does he gets up, zips himself back in his pants and shakes my Master's hand. I remain on my back on the grimy floor waiting to be told what to do.
After the man leaves my Master looks at me and growls, "On your knees."
I look at him confused. Master Shane never uses me in public. "On your knees." He snarls, pausing between words.
I flip over and kneel in front of him. Master Shane then grabs the back of my head and pushes me onto all fours. "You will crawl out of this restaurant."
Again I look at him perplexed. This is so unlike my Master. My indignation is rewarded with a sharp slap to the face and so I start crawling through the restaurant toward the door. At the door he tells me to stay where I'm at until he brings the car. I do as I'm told sensing I'm in enough trouble already.
Once Master Shane returns with the car, he comes and pulls me to my feet and then drags me by the elbow to the back seat of the car. As a slave I cannot "sit" in the front seat. Front seat privileges are limited to lying down in his lap while he plays and drives at the same time. Master Shane almost always puts me in the front seat.
"Crawl in and lie on your stomach for the ride home." I spent the twenty ride home with my face smashed into the seat and my knees bent at a 90 degree angle.