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Marta is James? eager sex slave and slut. He told her he wanted to take her out to dinner, and that he wanted her to look like a slut. She went beyond what he had asked, and appeared naked except for high heels, a dress that was three inches too short, and a white fox tail that was attached to a butt plug, and hung down to her knees behind her. Plus her dog collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, of course.As a result of the short dress, when she walked, her dress flipped up and exposed her naked pussy to the people around her.After they were seated and had drinks, Sir ordered her to go to the Ladies room, finger herself, then paint her cunt juices in the places where she would normally dab perfume so that she would smell like the eager, sopping cunt she was.What neither of them realized, when she got up to comply, was that two other women got up and followed her to the Ladies?On My Own: MartaI walked into the Ladies room and looked around. Fortunately, it was empty at the moment, so I turned away from the door, pulled up my skirt, and put two fingers into myself, getting a liberal coating of my own amply available juices.I was just starting to apply it behind my ears when the door swung open, and an older woman entered with an angry look on her face. ?You?re a tramp, do you know that? And you?re destroying the nice supper my husband and I were supposed to have.?I straightened up. Even though I was blushing, I had had to deal with being accosted this way for years and was used to staring such people down. ?Sorry, honey child,? I said in a fake Southern accent, ?You?re mistaken. I'm not a tramp. I am a slut. Not that it?s any of your business.?The other woman looked surprised by my comment, and quite taken aback. She had no idea what else to say. I calmly walked over the sinks, looked in the mirror, took out my lipstick, and started to re-apply a thick coat.?You know, sugar,? I said meditatively, ?the official name for this lipstick is ?Candy-Sucker Red?, but everyone knows its real name is ?Cocksucker Red?. I expect to need it before the night is over.?I leaned over, looked at myself in the mirror, pressed my lips together to spread the lipstick, then opened my lips with a ?pop? and smiled at her in the mirror.?Want to borrow it? I?m sure your husband would enjoy it more than a ?nice supper.?? And I held the lipstick out to her.Now it was her turn to blush, then she turned and almost ran out of the room, just about knocking over the second woman to enter.?Good for you,? the woman said. ?Busybodies like that need to be taken down a peg, and you sure did!?I wasn?t prepared for this, and didn?t know quite what to say. She was an attractive, well-dressed woman, with red hair who was probably in her fifties, but working hard to not show it. She had a warm smile.?You?re a submissive, aren?t you? The dog collar and wrist and ankle cuffs are about as subtle as a billboard.?After a moment, I said, ?Why do you ask? And what business almanbahis (https://almancark.com/) is it of yours???Why, none, of course. But I admire the way you?re pulling this off. God, you must have brass balls ? no offence!?I felt uncertain, and said, ?Thanks, I guess. Can I help you, or did you just come in here to use the loo???No, I came in here to offer applause, but I?m thinking that your master sent you in here to do something, um, personal. Maybe I can run interference for you??I thought for a moment, then reluctantly nodded, ?I?m not allowed to use the toilet stalls, but need to do something ? personal. Could you manage to keep people out for a few minutes???I?ll bet he?s told you to masturbate, so, sure. How much time do you need???No; at least not yet. Maybe three or four minutes???Done. Take your time.? And she pushed back out of the restroom, letting the door close behind her.Wearing My Cunt Juices: MartaI took a deep, shaky breath, pulled up my skirt, scooped out two more fingers of my juices, which showed no signs of being in short supply, and applied them behind my ears, and in the hollow of my throat, inside my elbows, then two more fingers, applying it under my arms, and kept going, applying it liberally. Finally, I took some, rubbed my hands together and wiped it lightly over my hair.Then I wiped my hands on a towel, and went to the door. I pulled it open to find my ? friend ? waiting with her back to the door. I said, ?Done ? and thanks.??My pleasure.? And she went into the restroom.When I went back to the table, Sir stood up and said, ?That woman said you were feeling unwell. Are you okay??I wasn?t quite sure what to say, so told him what had happened.He looked worried, and said, ?I should never have sent you in alone. I?m sorry. Will you forgive me??I took his hand and kissed it. ?It was nothing I couldn?t handle. My only worry was that you obviously wanted to humiliate me by having me finger myself in the restroom in front of other women, and she prevented that from happening. I hope I haven?t disappointed you.? And dropped my eyes.He kissed me on the cheek, and brought me back to sit down. I re-arranged myself with my skirt lifted, front and back, so my bare ass was sitting on the banquette, with my legs wide spread, and my cunt was exposed. I did not replace the tablecloth, reasoning that it was Sir?s prerogative. Then I took his hand and put it between my legs and shivered. He pulled the table cloth over my legs, to my relief.?She upset you, that first woman, didn?t she??I shrugged, ?I?m used to it. I?ve had it most of my life. But yes, it upset me.?Just then the second woman came over to our table. Sir stood up, came around and offered his hand. ?I understand I owe you our thanks. I very much appreciate what you did.?She waved it away. ?It was nothing. I?ve been there myself.? She smiled.* ?But I maybe have something you two might find fun.? And she handed James a card.He looked down at it, and his eyebrows almanbahis yeni giriş (https://almancark.com/) went up. He laughed out loud, then handed it to me.?Learn how to strip!? It said. ?Get onstage on amateur night! Show the world what you?re really made of!?And there was a name, ?Candi Striper? and phone number, followed by the title ?Ecdysiast Instructor. Ecdysiasts of the world unite! You have nothing to lose!?James smiled at her and said, ?We will certainly talk it over. Is this you? And thank you again.??Yes, that?s ? one ? of my names. I?m glad I could help.? And she walked back to her table.James thought for a minute, then signalled to Arthur, who walked over as James returned to his seat.?Yes, Mr. Gainsborough???Arthur, did you see that women I was just talking to???Of course, sir. She comes here regularly with different companions.??Would you send them a bottle of champagne, please???Certainly, Mr. Gainsborough.? And he departed.Sir leaned over and sniffed my neck. ?Perfect. You smell just the way I wanted. I hope everyone around us appreciates it.?I blushed deep red, and nodded.?And here comes Anton. Good evening, mon ami!? He stepped out from behind the table again and hugged and kissed both cheeks of the tall, slim man in the even taller chef?s hat. He returned the affection, then turned to me.Chef Anton bent over my hand and kissed it, sniffed at my fingers, then straightened up and let his gaze linger on my dog collar with a faint smile. I blushed, but held his gaze. He then quizzed us about what kinds of foods we liked, and if we had any favorite ways of liking them.At the end, he gave a sharp nod, and said, ?We will bring you something good, yes?? and sauntered off. Neither of us had touched a menu. I learned later that he took it as a challenge to create something specific for a diner, not based on what was on the menu, but rather what the diner enjoyed. He loved to rise to the challenge, and I can vouch for the results. I don?t believe I?ve ever had a better meal.And all through the meal, Sir had been feeling me up, stroking my thighs, putting his fingers in my cunt, massaging my G-spot and clit, but at a slow, simmering pace that denied me the release of cumming.And while all of that was happening below the table cloth, Sir kept me well plied with wine, even though I was drinking slowly and carefully, plus he made sure my water glass was always full.The meal passed in a haze of sybaritic enjoyment, conversation, pleasure, and a simmering, but constantly rising, level of wetness and excitement. I remember on several occasions shivering with excitement, wriggling my ass on the seat, and being aware of the growing pool of my juices underneath me.A Flogging Offence: MartaBut, of course, there was an inevitable result: I now desperately needed to pee, and I knew Sir had been waiting for me to bring up the subject.?My lord???Yes, slut??I blushed, and started again, ?My lord, I don?t quite know what to do. I almanbahis giriş (https://almancark.com/) very much need to pee, but don?t see how to beg for your permission.??Of course you do, don?t you???But Sir, how can I take your cock in my mouth here???Well, first you unzip my fly, then you lean over, and proceed as usual. I doubt it will take long for you to get me hard, though.?The pulse beat strongly in my neck while I tried to find words. ?My lord, I?m not sure that I can do that, uh, safely.?He looked at me and said, ?Did you, or did you not, say you would do anything I wanted??I nodded, then slowly reached over to unzip his fly, and began to lean forward into his lap.His hand intercepted me. ?I?ll tell you what. I?ll give you an alternative. I?ll allow you to go to the toilet without asking me properly if you will agree to receiving fifty strokes with a new flogger I just got on your bare ass and pussy when we return home.?My head was muzzy from the wine, but I drew my breath in sharply, then nodded, ?Sir, it would be my pleasure to be flogged by you for any reason, or none at all, if it would please you.?He nodded. ?And I?ll make it even better. On a scale of zero to ten, how badly do you need to pee???Almost ten, sir. I?ve been undecided how to ask you, and so have waited too long.??Excellent! Then let me offer you a sweetener. For every minute more you delay, starting now, I?ll take one stroke off the total. But if you pee on the floor, I?ll double the total to 100. Agreed??I nodded. I really didn?t have any choice.I desperately wanted to clamp my legs together, but Sir reached between them, and began caressing my thighs, labia, cunt, G-spot, and clit again, this time upping the tempo. I was now fighting two almost complementary impulses: the need to pee, and the need to cum, and they both were pushing me in the same direction at a rapid pace.I started open-mouth panting, even though I was aware that a number of people were surreptitiously watching me. I do not know how long this went on, but I finally decided I could not wait any longer.?Please, Sir, I really must go now. Will you excuse me??He made a show of consulting his watch and said, ?Fourteen minutes, which reduces your strokes to thirty-six. Off you go, then.?I got up in such a hurry that I almost pulled the table cloth off the table, and I did get up too quickly for my skirt to fall back into place, which meant that anyone watching me ? as some were when I attracted their eyes by standing up ? got a real eyeful as I hurriedly got down from the alcove and walked quickly to the Ladies?.I just barely made it, and actually got pee on my feet and shoes before I was able to pull my tail clear and sit down. I didn?t manage to properly shut the stall door, so I pushed it closed, and held it with my hand until the pressure on my bladder was finally released somewhat. At that point, I got up, locked the stall door, then used toilet paper to mop up my shoes and toes.I leaned back and took a deep breath, relieved, then realized that my cunt and clit were actually pulsing. Almost against my will, my hands reached down between my thighs and I started stroking myself, breathing heavily, with my eyes closed.