A Taste of Slavery Ch. 62

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

Whore was embarrassed to be led on a leash into one of Fresno's finest restaurant, expecting a number of people to be there despite the empty parking lot. Evelyn didn't appear to have the same level of shame.

"This reminds me of Antigua, Master," Evelyn said.

"I was thinking the same thing," Bill replied. "Are you wet, slave?"

"Yes, Master, very wet."

So was I.

We went inside and the Maitre'd looked askance at the two leashed slaves.

"Don't pay it any mind," Evelyn said, with a friendly smile. "We lost a bet. Never bet against William Thornhill when it comes to matters of high finance."

"I understand, ma'am," he said, returning her smile.

He led us from the foyer to the dining room. All the tables were pushed aside, leaving one large table with place settings for nine. Five waiters were standing around the table waiting for us to be seated. Other than that, the place was empty. Master and his other slaves were staring in utter bewilderment.

"My driver will be joining us for dinner, sir. Could you please add another setting to the table."

"Right away, sir."

"Evelyn and Whore. Please remove your clothes. You're dining nude tonight."

Evelyn began to obey immediately. Whore was lagging behind. She was realizing she might never be able to return here again, one of the most popular restaurants in Fresno. It's funny. Her cunt was practically visible now, and would be as soon as she sat down, but the little bit of fabric felt like a shield at the moment.

"There are other people here, Master," she said. "I eat here often."

"Are you disobeying me, Whore?" Bill asked. "There's no one here but staff. There are no windows open and the security cameras are turned off."

"No, sir," she replied, reluctantly starting to remove her dress. Evelyn was already naked, the Maitre'd taking her dress and hanging it up.

Master looked around and laughed. "I can't fucking believe you bought the whole place out. How the hell did you pull that off?"

"A lot of money," Bill laughed, "but it's going to be worth it."

"What are you waiting for?" Master said, "A gold plated invitation? Lisa and Julia, you're stripping too. If it's good enough for Evelyn, it's good enough for you. Rhonda, I leave it to your discretion."

I was pleased to see she removed her dress as well, joining the rest of us in our nudity. Only Janet remained.

Chen asked, "It's up to you, Janet. You're the one who feels fat. I think you're beautiful no matter what."

Janet kissed her Master and removed her clothes. Lisa, Rhonda and I kissed her too.

The Maitre'd took all our clothes and hung them up. We all sat down and ice water was immediately poured for everyone and napkins placed in our laps. I should have another for under my bottom as I was leaking profusely. William asked for the wine steward. Another well dressed gentleman brought the wine list.

It was so strange and also arousing. The men were all dressed in suits and ties. The staff were all in white jackets and bow ties, and all the women were nude. Somehow the full clothing of the others made me feel even more naked than I usually did. I think the other women felt the same. William was at the head of the table with his slaves on either side of him. I was next to Whore, with Master beside me. Janet was opposite me, Chen opposite Master and Lisa was seated next to him, with Rhonda on our side, on the other side of Master. A table setting was at the opposite end of the table and Robert sat there when he came in. I think he was as astounded to see all of us naked as the waiters were. The staff maintained a certain sophisticated edge despite our lack of clothing.

Consulting with the wine steward, William picked four bottles of wine to go on our table, two reds, a white and rosé. He told Robert the only restriction on his meal was he couldn't drink. Robert nodded. The waiters were setting out bread and one of them brushed my breast when he set the bread tray on the table.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, flustered.

"Don't worry about it," I teased. "I enjoy having my breasts touched."

Master smiled at me. "You slut."

"Yes, sir. If Master would wish to have his cock sucked now, this slave would have no objection to being the source of his pleasure."

"Are you sure, slave?"

"Most assuredly, Master"

He nodded and I was on the floor, unzipping his pants, his prick already engorging for me. I sucked him down.

Master groaned, then ordered, "Lisa, since Janet would have difficulty getting on the floor, please take care of Chen for her and since you're down there anyway, don't neglect Janet either."

"Yes, Master."

"Rhonda, please take care of Robert."

"Yes, sir."

"William, I assume you can assign someone to your own cock?"

"Absolutely. Both of you, get busy."

Again, Evelyn was much faster than Whore. After a delay of ten seconds or so, she was helping to suck her Master. I wondered if the waiters were enjoying our little show. It's not everyday you get to watch slaves sucking their Masters.

While I was on the ground, I peeked to see if any of them were getting erections. I noticed one of the waiters seemed to be surreptitiously recording us. I didn't mind performing for their personal enjoyment, but I didn't want to be turned into an internet whore either.

I stopped sucking. "Master William, that waiter is recording us." Pointing at the offending party.

Bill was up like a shot, not even bothering to zip up his pants. He even knocked Whore down in his haste. In two strides, he'd seized the offending phone from the surprised waiter.

"Are you connected to a cloud account?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Delete it now or you're fucking dead meat." Robert was already up, flanking the little shit and he looked fierce. I suspect he was more than a driver. He looked like bodyguard material.

The waiter hastened to obey.

"Show me it's gone," Bill ordered.

Apparently Bill was satisfied because he took the phone and stomped it to little pieces. "Who's in charge tonight?"

"That would be me," the Maitre'd said. "I'm the manager filling in tonight."

"One of the things the exorbitant fucking amount of money I'm paying you tonight, is for discretion. I want this asshole fired this instant without references. You collect every phone belonging to every person working here tonight and set them on that table over there. No one goes near that table until we leave. Call everyone working tonight out here, now!"

He went in the back and got all the people working in the kitchen and the wine steward out. The cooks and other people who hadn't seen us already were staring goggle eyed.

"Listen up," William said. "My name is William Thornhill and I'm one of the richest fucking people on the planet. I'm having a little party for my friends and I'm paying a lot of money to do so. If any of you thinks you might profit from this in any way but how I'm paying, you're mistaken. A word of tonight ever leaves this building, I will buy this place and burn it down to the ground with the offending parties in it. If you think I can't do it, just try me." He looked everyone of them in the face. "Are we going to have any trouble here? Fucking answer me."

A chorus of noes and no, sirs followed. He looked again at the offending waiter. He was flinching back, not without cause. "You disgusting little shit. What's your name?"

"Ned Hendricks, sir"

He looked at the maitre'd who nodded in agreement.

"Ned Hendricks. You could have had a good thing tonight, making as much money as you normally would in a week, but you fucked it up royally. Get the fuck out now and I suggest you move far away and change your name because you might have some people looking for you in a week and you won't enjoy it if they find you." Bill started to return to his seat.

"What about my phone, sir," Ned said timidly.

Bill turned and glared at Ned. "You're a bigger fool for even asking that. Make it four days to disappear. You want to make it tonight you disappear?"

Without another word, Ned hurried out of the restaurant.

"Gee, Master William, you seem to be such a nice man," I said, still on my knees, Master's cock in my hand, lightly stroking it to keep it hard.

Bill laughed and said, "I am a nice man to those who deserve it, but I didn't get to be who and what I am without being a bit of a cutthroat." He looked at all the other people standing there. "Phones over there and get back to work. You have meals to prepare."

Phones rapidly filled the table. The remaining four waiters stayed, but everyone else disappeared like they'd never been there.

"I apologize," Bill said, "I should have realize it might be a problem and collected the phones when we arrived."

Master's cock was already in my mouth, so I didn't find it necessary to reply. Bill soon had his in Evelyn and Whore. I don't think I'd ever want Bill mad at me. The wine steward returned with our four bottles of wine just as Master was cumming in my mouth. Bill told him to open the bottles to breathe, but he trusted his judgment regarding the quality of the wine so he skipped the sampling. He was close to cumming himself, the two slaves working to make it happen. The sounds of the other three men soon joined Master in climax. Janet followed a few minutes later after Lisa shifted her attention to her. We resumed our seats, smiles on our faces.

"You meant it when you said you'd bankrupt me, didn't you?" Whore asked her Master. "I thought you might be exaggerating."

"I did mean it. Shasta is my friend. I protect my friends. Remember that the next time you're tempted to utter an unkind word to any of my friends, or mistreat them in any way. I don't care who they are. Your slavery is going to be harder on you because you were hard on her."

"Yes, Master." She was silent, thinking. "Shouldn't this thing I'm wearing have made me cum already. Is it broken? Why don't I cum?"

"It's a Slave Trainer," I replied. "One of its primary functions is to teach a slave that her orgasms don't belong to her anymore. You won't be able to cum unless your Master lets you."

Whore got the worst expression on her face. I've seen the same expression on the face of everyone who ever wore one. She turned to Bill.

"Master, may I please cum? This is driving me mad."

"What are you willing to do to earn it?" Bill asked.

"Whatever I need to do," Whore replied. Right answer.

"That's a very broad answer, Whore. Are you sure you mean to do whatever you need to?"

"Yes, Master, anything."

"This is what anything consists of. Part of the tip I plan to give everyone working in the restaurant tonight is you. You will be tied over the table, made available to anyone who wants you, from the busboy and dishwasher to everyone of the remaining waiters. Every person here, including the men sitting at this table."

Whore did some rapid counting. She'd just seen everyone in the restaurant. Five cooks, bus boy, dishwasher, four waiters, wine steward, maitre'd, plus the four at the table. "That's seventeen men, Master" she said.

"It is. Your math isn't faulty."

"You want me to fuck seventeen men, sir?"

"It will be much like the train Julia and Lisa experienced at their bonding ceremony. I saw you taking advantage of their position, so you know what it was like on your side of the equation. Now you'll know what it was like to be them."

"I'm not sure I can do seventeen men, sir."

"Some of them may choose not to participate. Perhaps they're married or gay. I won't make you participate, Whore, but I'm encouraging you to do so. You will wear the Slave Trainer until you agree or the end of the night. If you agree to participate, you may have two orgasms and I remove the Slave Trainer."

Marcia redux.

"I understand, sir."

Poor Whore. She didn't realize it, but she was going to earn her name tonight. Her first day of slavery and it was going to end like this.

She actually made it through the salad course, the soup course, and halfway through the entree. When Master told Bill it died and needed to be replaced and Lisa pulled out the fresh one, Whore capitulated.

"I'll participate, Master," she whispered, another victim of the Slave Trainer.

Since this one was dead, she couldn't get her orgasms that way unless she put the new one in. She wasn't willing to wear one again, even to cum, now that she'd surrendered, so I volunteered. She was so close to cumming, the first one took less than ten seconds, and the second one was over in less than a minute. I'd barely had time to get fabric indentations on my knees from the carpet. Whore was so happy to be allowed to cum, she didn't even mind cleaning the dead one of the accumulation of her fluids on it.

"Master," Evelyn said. "Please don't ever get one of those for me. I promise I will always be obedient."

"That's good, because you're going to be joining Whore over the table."

"Are you sure, Master?" she asked, I think more for Bill than herself. The number of people was halved by her participation and she was a slave. I'd have no problem participating given enough time to satisfy everyone, which would have been one of the issues with Whore servicing all seventeen. Even at ten minutes a male orgasm, we would have been here for close to an additional three hours.

"I'm sure, dear one. Evelyn isn't required to do anything you aren't required to do."

"As you wish, Master," she said, smiling, gracious in her surrender to his will.

******

SCOTT

I was surprised as I could be when we entered Trelio's and there wasn't a single other patron, only staff.

"Did he buy the whole restaurant?" I asked Chen.

"Tonight only. $50,000 plus food, drink and tips. He had to pay for free meals for any reservations they had to cancel. I've never seen anything like it. He's dropping 50 plus grand like me giving someone twenty bucks. He gave me 20,000 for a baby gift. I wasn't going to accept it until he did this."

"Holy shit!"

"Tell me about it."

The night got even more interesting when he had Evelyn and Regina strip. The maitre'd barely blinked, like he'd been expecting it and maybe he was, as he had hangers ready to hang up their clothes. Well, if he could bare his slaves, so could I.

"What are you waiting for?" I said, "A gold plated invitation? Lisa and Julia, you're stripping too. If it's good enough for Evelyn, it's good enough for you. Rhonda, I leave it to your discretion."

I had to make allowances for her job. Apparently, she felt safe enough, as she removed her clothes as well, though I had to admit the slinky dress she had on showed most of what she had anyway. Her smallish boobs, big nipples, perfect ass. The only thing not shown, though hinted at, was her sex.

Even Chen got in the spirit of the evening and asked Janet if she wanted to go bare. She removed her maternity outfit and joined the other slaves. Mine kissed her when she joined in their nudity.

William picked out four bottles of wine from the wine list while consulting with the steward. I wasn't familiar with what he picked so glanced at the list when they were done. It ranged from a couple hundred to a couple thousand a bottle. I have to say one thing about William. He was incredibly generous with his money if he liked you. He'd picked up the cost of my bonding ceremony without batting an eye.

He told Robert he couldn't drink and Robert had no problem complying. With five waiters on our table, we had no problem with service. Water and bread showed up like magic. One of them accidentally or accidentally on purpose, brushed against Julia's bare breast. He apologized and Julia told him she loved for her breasts to be touched. He turned red as a beet.

"You slut," I said, smiling.

"Yes, sir. If Master would wish to have his cock sucked now, this slave would have no objection to being the source of his pleasure."

Her reward for not sucking me earlier at the spa. I looked at all the strangers drifting around the table.

"Are you sure, slave?"

"Most assuredly, Master."

I nodded to her and before I could speak, she was kneeling on the floor releasing my prick from my pants. She engulfed it like she was starving. Starving for cock anyway. I groaned, the sensation so fantastic. I'd been aroused before. Having her suck me in a restaurant, even a mostly empty one, had me rigid in a second.

A couple of the waiters were watching my slave inhale my prick. Fuck, I shouldn't be the only one to enjoy this. Lisa was sitting next to Chen. I told her to suck him off and take care of Janet as well. Robert was watching Julia suck me with interest. I'd helped him fuck Evelyn last night. I told Rhonda to take care of him. Rhonda didn't delay in obeying and before you could say do, re, mi, his cock was in Rhonda's mouth.

"William, I assume you can assign someone to your own cock?"

He could pick who he wanted, his primary slave, or the new one in training. He chose both, ordering both to suck him. Evelyn was by far, the faster of the two. Regina more reluctant.

I sympathized with her. Even as the recipient of Julia's oral attentions, I was wondering if I could ever work up the nerve to come here again. Hopefully, they'd forget my face, concentrating on the naked slaves instead. Being one of the naked slaves and the sucker instead of the suckee made it less likely she'd ever be forgotten. How she would ever show her face in here again in anything less than five years seemed unlikely. Might want to change her hairstyle and dye her hair on top of it. She did it though, working with Evelyn to extract his cum.

The two waiters on the opposite side of the table seemed to be enjoying the show. One of them was trying to discretely adjust his pants.

Julia suddenly stopped sucking, pointing to someone behind us and saying, "Master William, that waiter is recording us."

I turned to look and before my head got swiveled around, Bill had a hold of the guys phone. Robert was right there with him, both of them still with stiff pricks, sticking out of their pants.

Bill asked him if was in the cloud. He said he did and Bill made him delete it, then smashed his phone. He called everyone in the restaurant into the room and threatened them all with dire consequences if they didn't provide him and his party with discretion. I'd never seen Bill like this before, like a totally different man than the one I knew. The kind provider of surgery and a home for Shasta, the one I'd trusted with my wife and trusted me with his. This one stronger, harder, almost a killer. Not that the little fucktard didn't deserve it. It might have been a disaster if he'd thrown any of it online.

As soon as the bastard was gone, the old Bill was back, quiet, unassuming, getting his cock sucked just as I was, finally exploding in Regina's mouth.

Regina was wearing a Slave Trainer and she was wondering why she hadn't cum yet. Julia explained her Master controlled her orgasms and she wouldn't be allowed to cum unless her Master willed it. She pleaded with Bill to let her cum and he explained what she'd have to do. Another surprise. Bill was going to use her to tip the restaurant staff but on a much larger scale than tipping Marcus.

Regina tried to resist, the same as every other slave who ever wore one. Every so often, I'd see her start to flush, an orgasm ready to explode, only to die on the vine, the devilish device not taking her over the edge. I received an alert. The Slave Trainer was dying.

"Sorry to tell you this, Bill, but the Slave Trainer is dying."

"Lisa, what have you got in your bag of tricks there?" Bill said.

"I have this, Master Bill," pulling another Trainer out of her satchel, "plus a charger to put the old one on to recharge."

"There's more?" Regina said. "I'm not done yet?"

"Sorry, whore. I said to the end of the night or you agree to participate in their tip."