The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he replied his eyes darting around the room nervously before looking down at the table cloth apprehensively and wondering if it would be long enough to cover him.

"Scared?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"But I want to play," she said, her lips pouted in mock sadness. He heard the sound of her shoes hit the floor and one of her stocking clad feet began to make its way to his crotch where it rested against his cock. She started sliding it against the bulge in his pants and placed her other foot in his lap. "Give me a massage slaveboy, my feet are sore from that hike earlier and walking in those sky high shoes."

He placed his hands under the table and began massaging as she had asked, making sure to work on every aspect of her tired feet. He couldn't help but imagine what the soft nylon fabric of the stockings would feel like on his aroused member. In the meantime whatever foot wasn't in his hands was used to tease him accordingly. She alternated between simply rubbing the ball of her foot along his hard shaft and flexing her toes against the head of his cock and making little circles. He could feel his arousal continuing to build as she took a sip of her wine.

The waitress returned to their table and set down a loaf of fresh baked bread along with a couple of small bowls of different sauces and one of herb infused olive oil. He was sure that she would notice the erotic game of footsy going on under the table, but if she did she didn't make any indication and instead left to attend to a nearby table.

"Mmm...that feels so good slaveboy," Allison moaned seductively as she dipped a piece of bread into the gourmet olive oil.

"Yes it does," he replied wistfully, knowing they were talking about two entirely different things and not caring. A minute later he stopped massaging her foot for a second in order to take a drink of his wine and she moved it into his lap where it joined the other one. He could feel the wine beginning to take effect and the warmth beginning to flood his face. She ran the toes of one of her feet gently along his inner thigh and continued to employ the other one on his erection.

"I'm right on the edge," he said quietly and she removed her feet from his lap to give him a break. He picked up the glass of wine and drank it down before helping himself to a piece of the bread. She refilled his glass and topped off her own before noticing the bottle was nearly empty. The waitress returned shortly and took their order and in addition to their meals Allison ordered a pitcher of beer that was on special.

In the meantime he was beginning to reconsider her earlier suggestion. He had drank that wine on an empty stomach and it was causing his head to buzz. He felt uncomfortably confined in his dress slacks and desired more of her tease. There was a couple that had been sitting adjacent to them and they had since finished their meal and left. Between that and the length of the tablecloth, it seemed unlikely he would get caught if he attempted it.

"Talk to me," Allison said, meeting eyes with him. He stared for a second into her dark, mischievous brown eyes.

"I think we might be able to get away with it now," he said, still a bit nervous.

"Oh really?"

"Yes,"

"Then ask me like you mean it," she said. He looked around the restaurant and saw that everyone else was engaged in conversation and paying no attention to their little corner. He felt confident and emboldened.

"Please may I take my cock out Mistress?" he pleaded. The combination of her antics and his submissiveness driving him mad with lust.

"You may," she said, "...but for being so indecisive you'll have to deal with this..." she said as she turned the vibrations up once more. At once he carefully unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out similar to the way he had done earlier in the day. He artfully tucked his cloth napkin in his lap and manipulated the tablecloth so that he was almost certain that nobody could see him under the table.

It was at that moment that he felt the amazing texture of her stockings as she began stroking him between her feet. It felt divine and it was everything he could do to keep it together. Between that sensation and the constant buzzing of the toy he felt a drop of precum work its way up to the top of his penis. She used her toes to rub it into the head and sensitive ridge of his cock and the newfound slippery sensation was breathtaking. Quickly he found himself at the edge yet again. For a second he contemplated not saying a word and letting his cum spill out onto her stockings.

"God...stop..." he mustered as he reached for his glass of wine and took a huge drink of it.

"You like that?" she said devilishly.

"It's so...intense," he said as he finished the glass and set it down. She began teasing him again at once and he found himself trying to focus on his breathing and limit his arousal like he had done in the forest, but finding it a great deal more difficult to do so. He was already at the edge again and he signaled to her. She continued to tease him ever so slowly and he closed his eyes, doing everything in his power to resist cumming.

"Come on now, I don't think our service is that slow," the waitress said out of nowhere and he jolted upright. Allison chuckled and the waitress assumed it was at her joke, but he knew it must have been the look on his face. A steaming hot plate of pasta and his salad were placed in front of him while he attempted to regain his composure. After depositing Allison's food on the table she left them to dine in peace.

"I believe you owe me a drink," Allison said, filling a separate glass with beer, which he took in his hand and began drinking at once. He could feel the pleasant effects of the alcohol begin to cloud his brain even further, only serving to enhance his submissiveness and arousal. She poured herself one as well and took sip.

She continued to tease him off and on throughout the rest of their dinner encounter and each time he held up his end of the deal and had another drink. By the time they were finished and he zipped himself back into his pants he was a scrambled mess of alcohol and desire and loving every minute of it. On their way out of the restaurant he stopped off to the bathroom to empty his bladder under strict orders not to touch himself, and he didn't. She drove them back to the bed and breakfast, by far the more sober of the two.

*****

Back at the hotel Allison had decided that she wanted to take a dip in their outdoor hot tub and that he was to join her. She removed the toy she had been tantalizing him with all day and they stripped down together. After grabbing a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses they made their way out to the private fenced in tub and removed the lid. It took them a few minutes to figure out the controls, but soon they had all the water jets blasting and the light in the bottom lit up a cool blue color.

"Poor me a glass slaveboy," she instructed him as she stepped into the hot tub and found a comfortable place to sit. She closed her eyes and began to relax. He poured them each a glass and carried them carefully into the tub since he was still tipsy. After handing her a glass he took a spot next to her on the wall. They both enjoyed the relaxing massage jets working on their sore muscles from the hike. A good twenty minutes passed without either of them saying or doing a whole lot of anything except sipping champagne and gazing at the sky.

"You know, you turned me on today slaveboy," she said.

"Yeah?" he asked incredulously.

"Mmm-hmm," she said as she moved away from the wall and instead backed up into his lap. She felt divine as she slid her round tight ass up against him and he felt her begin to grind.

"God that feels good Mistress," he moaned. He reached his arms around her and began massaging her breasts. His hands had been outside the water and were much colder than her skin, the drastic temperature change made her nipples stand erect almost at once. His lips began to kiss the back of her neck as she moaned and reached behind her to stroke his hard cock. She turned her head and her lips met his, they sat there for several minutes, kissing and touching.

"You know...I've always wondered about those jets..." she said as she finished her drink.

"Yeah?" he said still buzzed and enjoying everything she had to offer.

"Yeah...I think I read about using them to cum in Cosmo or something."

"You want to try it?" he asked. She paused for a minute.

"Actually...yeah," she said as she got up off of him and turned herself towards the jets. He moved so that he could support her and she positioned her pussy in front of one of the strongest jets in the hot tub. "Holy shit...that feels amazing!"

He continued to play with her nipples and kiss along her neck and shoulders as she began to moan and her breathing quickened. The powerful jets were bringing her immense pleasure and he wanted to do anything he could to bring her even more. He could feel her body beginning to tense up as her excitement grew and he massaged her large breasts firmly, taking each in one of his hands.

It took hardly anytime at all before he felt her begin to shudder. She was biting her lip and moaning loudly when all of a sudden an intense orgasm ripped through her. She writhed and reached out, grasping his thighs hard and digging her nails into him to steady herself, her feet against the edge of the tub. Instead of pulling away from the intense stimulation she continued to ride the pleasure of the pulsating jets, letting another wave of climax wash over her. He wrapped her in his arms and held her there as she caught her breath. Once she had she turned to face him and stared him in the eyes lustily.

"I want you to fuck me slaveboy," she demanded hungrily.

"Yes Mistress," he responded as she positioned herself so that he could enter her from behind. He stood up and the cool night air felt refreshing on his skin. He placed one hand on her ass and used the other to guide himself into her depths. It felt amazing except for one small problem that had crept up on him; his full bladder. Each thrust he made was punctuated by the painful discomfort of his sloshing bladder, no doubt brought on by all of the drinks he had enjoyed earlier.

"What's the matter?" she called back to him as he stopped.

"It's difficult when you've got to pee," he replied, "I need to take a quick timeout."

"I said I wanted you to fuck me!" she demanded. He noticed that she had a huge smile on her face and realized that this was no accident. She knew that he hated to have sex on a full bladder and wouldn't be able to truly enjoy it.

He complied with her request and begin thrusting into her, angling the head of his dick so that it hit her G-spot like before. Her tight pussy felt amazing and he wished so bad that he could fully enjoy it without being in agony. It was enough to keep him intensely aroused. He continued pounding her, listening to the sounds of her moans and his balls as they slapped against her pussy with each dutiful thrust.

"What if I told you this was your only chance to cum slaveboy?"

"Fuck...please...just give me a quick break," he pleaded.

"I thought you were going to prove to me how much willpower you had?" she asked as she looked back at him with that . He had fallen for her trap and there was no escape. "As a matter of fact, I command you to fill me with your cum slaveboy," she added.

If he was able to cum it would take the wind out of her sails and allow him to be free from her torment. All day he had been trying to focus on not cumming and now in a weird twist of fate he was trying to attain the opposite. He tried to only acknowledge the pleasure and to block out the discomfort that he was feeling with each stroke. As he quickened his pace he could feel her pussy clenching tightly around him as she came. The rhythmic contractions as well as her sounds of pleasure brought him so close that he could almost will his release, but he couldn't quite make it. He began to slow his pace as her orgasm came to a close.

"You haven't given up have you?" she said as she felt his distended bladder.

"No...I just want to try a different position," he said as he flipped her around and entered her from the front, hoping the change would remove some of the pressure of his bladder but finding no such luck. He tried going slow and steady, hoping the decreased speed would be able to minimize the pain and bring him over the edge, but that failed to help. Over the next twenty minutes he tried a variety of different techniques, positions, and speeds to no avail. He wasn't helped by the fact that the longer he tried the fuller his bladder became. Throughout it all he had managed to make her cum twice more.

"I thought you were aching for release slaveboy?" she taunted him after her third orgasm from him fucking her.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I can't cum," he finally said, admitting defeat and withdrawing his stiffness from within her. His bladder was so full that it was even the slightest bit movement was uncomfortable at this point.

"What a disappointment," she said as she carefully stepped out of the hot tub and reached for her towel, "tomorrow I will have to punish you even more than I was planning to after your incident in the woods."

"I really am sorry," he replied, and he really was too. There was nothing he wanted more than to blow his load, except to use a bathroom as soon as possible.

"Not as sorry as you will be when I'm done playing with you tomorrow," she said as she wrapped the towel around her body and began to make her way back to their room. As he grabbed his own towel and made his way to the bathroom he couldn't help but wonder what more she could possibly put him through. Either way he knew that he had another restless night ahead of him to contemplate the possibilities.