"I know you are worried Pet, but don't be. We told your mom about you last weekend and she even watched your cam show. She is OK with you serving us. In fact she is happy you found your place in the world." I had to think about that for a moment. Apparently she thought my place was the same as her place serving a very powerful couple. "We're all going out to lunch after the meet to talk. Now get focused on your swimming and win the final. Or else ;-)" I took the wink to mean things would go better for me if I swam well. But she was also being playful so maybe everything really was going to be alright. I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash can so nobody else would find it. Then I went back into the locker room to refocus my mind on the race.
Surprisingly I made the final in my second event as well. (The third event was a total disaster and a lost cause.) Unfortunately I didn't win either event. I swam well at near my best times, but the other girls were just better. I did take a third but also a sixth. Oh well. The swim meet was far from the most important thing in my life today.
After my final event I went back into the locker room, showered and got dressed in my sweat suit. I took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room to the lobby. I was unsure of how everything was going to go down, but I couldn't delay the inevitable. Mom was waiting for me. She was smiling and gave me a big hug. Master Peter and Mistress Dasha were nowhere to be seen.
"They went on ahead to the restaurant," my mom told me. "You need to run home and change. Apparently the place is fancy."
It was weird that my mom was acting like nothing had changed in our lives. Basically we were going to a swanky restaurant to celebrate our joint submission but all she wanted to talk about was swimming and clothes. The car ride to the apartment was decided non-sexual. That ended when we walked into the apartment. Renee was her usual naked self and was online in a heated IM roleplay. We could tell by the flush over her skin she had just finished pleasuring herself. Mom was quick to offer her hand for a handshake as she introduced herself.
"Brittney and I are going to lunch. I'm supposed to invite you if you are interested."
Renee asked where we were going and mom told her the name of the place although it meant nothing to me as I have never heard of it before. Renee knew the place and agreed to go. She said goodbye to her RP partner and we both headed to the bedroom to get dressed.
"Your mom is a hottie," she told me.
I hit her lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up, that's my mom you're talking about."
"You're both fucking my parents so I can think your mom is attractive if I want," she replied. Then before she slipped on her panties she grabbed her remote butterfly and slid it up her legs. Handing me the remote she told me to give that to my mom when we got to the restaurant.
"Insatiable little slut," I said.
"And don't you forget it," she corrected me.
I chose my outfit to mirror my mom's, although I couldn't show off as much breast meat. Renee opted for a tight pair of pants to hold the butterfly in place and a silk blouse. Within 10 minutes we were on our way. Renee was sitting in the back seat happily letting me tease her with the butterfly control while my mom steadfastly kept the conversation light and away from Master Peter and Mistress Dasha.
The restaurant they chose was an Italian place. I'd heard good things from my friends about it but had never gone there. It was an upscale place and a little out of my meager college student budget. Before we left the car I handed Renee's remote to my mom. She took it without questioning what it was. I guess she already knew of Renee's type of fun. Or maybe she thought I was wearing the toy. Anyway, the three of us walked in together. It was very dark inside and at first it seemed pitched black until my eyes adjusted to the low light. Master and Mistress were already there. They were sitting in a circular booth in the corner.
Mistress Dasha was sitting in the first spot on the right with Master Peter next to her. She stood up and he slid out of the booth when we arrived. They hugged all three of us. Renee got a maternal kiss on the cheek from her mom while my mom and I got passionate kisses from both Mistress and Master. While that was going on Renee slid into the center of the booth. Mistress and Master retook their positions. I slid in next to Renee leaving my mom the outside left position. As mom sat down I noticed Renee jump a little. Mom must have turned on her butterfly. Mistress Dasha smirked.
"As you now know Brittney," Master Peter began the conversation, "your mom knows you serve Dasha and I. Initially she wasn't thrilled, but I explained to her that you fill a different need for us than she does. I also explained that if she made a fuss, we would drop her as our submissive as she could be easily replaced."
I looked at my mom and her head was bowed, either in shame or as an expression of her submission. I wasn't sure which.
"As a result," Mistress Dasha chimed in, "she has taken the very appropriate attitude that you are happy in your service to us and that she should be happy for you. Cathy, is there anything you want to tell your daughter?"
I looked back at my mom. I could tell she was struggling with the words.
"Brittney I love you. I don't know if this is the right lifestyle for you. But I am a horny slut who can't control my pussy." (I figured Mistress Dasha had given her that line to say.) "I need our Master and Mistress in my life, so I accept your decision to serve them as well. I will not question their treatment of you." Then after a pregnant pause she added, "or their treatment of me."
The table went silent as my mom's words hung in the air. I could tell she wasn't pleased with my choice to be in this relationship. But just as clearly she wasn't willing to give up her own relationship to try and convince me to do the same. So there we were. And although mom said she wouldn't question their treatment of us, I had to wonder what she would say if they ever commanded us to have sex with each other. That was something I had thought of a lot during the last couple of weeks and I had to say that was a line in the sand for me. Even though Mistress had told me that wasn't in their plans for us, I had to believe it was an absolute for my mom as well. Of course if we were both worked up enough, I also knew my resolve might not be so resolute in the heat of the moment.
And speaking of the heat of the moment, the awkward pause after my mom's speech was broken by Renee having her first orgasm in the restaurant. She tried to hide it, but I'd seen her show too often. Her parents also knew right away and I'm pretty sure mom caught on quickly because I she made a show of turning off the remote. So there we were one kinky happy family having lunch. Master and Mistress led the conversation as I expected. I noticed my mom suddenly was having difficulty answering and was squirming a bit in her seat. I looked down at her lap and saw my Mistress' stocking covered foot up under my mom's skirt. Mom's look was classic. It was a mix of embarrassment and ecstasy. I'm sure she would prefer I didn't see her being masturbated by another woman at a fancy restaurant. On the other hand, I'm sure she loved the attention from our mistress. I started getting wet myself just thinking about it.
As if she was reading my mind, my Mistress asked if I was getting turned on watching their little show. I nodded. "Then reach down and rub your pussy through your panties," she commanded.
That was a command I was happy to obey. I could feel my wetness had already permeated the thin wisp of a panty I was wearing. It felt wonderful to have my finger rubbing up and down my labia, although I would have much preferred to just diddle my clit. I'm sure I could have equaled Renee's orgasm in a matter of minutes. As it was, I was really just teasing myself, although I knew eventually I would earn a big release. When the waiter arrived to take our orders I looked at Mistress but her simple glance told me to leave my hands right where they were. Looking at my mom she was glassy eyed as Mistress' foot was obviously having a pronounced effect on her. She stammered through her order. I was a little more in control, although I would have gladly traded places with my mother right then. Renee, Master and Mistress all placed their orders with ease and the waiter left. Then Mistress removed her foot. I could see the disappointment on mother's face at being left hanging. Renee must have noticed it too because she took that moment to ask my mom to turn her butterfly on again. Mom looked a little mad at her, but she clicked the remote immediately. Renee sighed contently.
Master Peter looked at me and asked, "If my panties were as soaked as my mom's?"
I answered honestly, "They are very wet Master. But I do not know if they are as soaked as my mother's."
"Of course you don't," Mistress added to the conversation. "Why don't both of you slide off your panties so we can compare them? Put them on your salad plate."
I looked at my mother in horror. It was one thing to play at their house or even at the student union, but this was a fancy restaurant. The command didn't seem to bother her. She started to reach under her skirt when Master Peter interrupted.
"Stand up and do it. You too Brittney."
Mom slid out of the booth clearing the way for me. We both stood with our backs to the rest of the restaurant. I had not noticed how crowded the place was when we came in because my eyes were still adjusting. I prayed the place didn't do a big Saturday lunch business. I locked eyes with Master Peter and lifted my skirt. I didn't look at her but I'm sure mom was doing the same.
"Put those slimy things on your plate," Mistress commanded. "I'm going to have the waiter dispose of them properly."
I was burning with shame as I did what she commanded. When we slid back into the booth we were commanded to lift our skirts so we wouldn't get them wet. I'm sure my mom was as embarrassed as I was at our treatment, but both of us left frilly wet panties on our salad plates as if they were a dirty napkin. I was unable to speak when the waiter returned and saw them sitting there. Fortunately (or unfortunately) Mistress Dasha had no such problem.
"These two sluts soiled their underwear. Would you be so kind as to dispose of them and bring them two new napkins to protect the booth?"
The waiter looked confused for a moment but then agreed. He took both our plates and began walking back toward the kitchen. I still wasn't sure how many people were at the restaurant but whoever was there would see him carrying our discarded panties if they cared to look. My head was swooning and my pussy was leaking. Mom's eyes were locked on Mistress Dasha's, probably wondering what other torments she had in store for us. I shouldn't have been surprised that her plan was related to Renee's happy buzzing. Of course as a submissive with a demented Master and Mistress I also should not have been surprised that the choice of implement was much more devious.
From next to Master Peter sitting on the booth seat two neatly tied and ordained gift bags appeared. "Take these to the lady's room and put on the contents," he ordered.
My mom didn't hesitate to take her bag. I had to force myself to grab my back and follow. I could feel my juices on my thighs as I walked through the restaurant looking for the bathroom. I imagined every waiter undressing us with their eyes after they all got an up close look at our panties shared by our waiter. If my mom was worried she didn't show it. She strode through the restaurant like she was a queen. That would make me a princess, but I felt like a dirty slut instead. I had a pretty good idea what was in the bag. As it turns out I was correct in the function, but not the form.
We went into the lady's room and fortunately it was empty. Mom opened her bag first, but I was right behind. Inside both bags were matching leather panties. As you can imagine, they were not regular panties. I counted 5 unique elements. First off was a battery pack, which ran around the waist. It looked like it contained 20 watch batteries. The second unique feature was a thin belt that ran around the waist and crotch. There was a locking hasp in the back, which looked like a suitcase lock. It wouldn't be very strong, but would force the wearer to keep the panties in place until they were released or chose to break the lock. Such an action would certainly earn a severe punishment, however, so I put that option out of my mind. I suggested to my mom that we both go to the bathroom before continuing. She agreed.
I've been in a stall next to my mom before, but this time it was different. I took that opportunity to examine the rest of this unique panty. Inside there were three elements to tease and torment. Sown into the lining were a short, but wide butt plug, a thin, but long dildo and a hard nub in the front no doubt meant to stimulate the wearer's clit. I'm sure at least the front was remote controlled. I couldn't tell if the dildo and plug also vibrated, although I was sure I would find out soon enough. Fortunately a small tube of lube was also included. My pussy was wet enough that the dildo would not be a problem, but having some for the plug was always welcome. I could tell by the sounds next to me that mom was already penetrating herself. I hurriedly slid the panties on. They felt heavenly and I couldn't wait until the vibrations began. I had no doubt that mom and I would be joining Renee in orgasming at this restaurant.
We began our guilty looking perp walk back through the restaurant toward our corner booth. As I expected the dildo and clit nub started vibrating soon after we exited the bathroom. Since I had some experience with Renee's butterfly I was able to cover the short distance without, I think, arousing any suspicion. I didn't look back to see how mom was coping. My focus was strictly on the table and getting back to the relative safety of the circular booth. The three of our dining companions all seemed amused at our plight when we completed our journey. Our salads had arrived as well, although food was far from the first thing on my mind. There were also two napkins now sitting on the leather booth where we had been sitting. As I slid into the booth I made sure mine was under me. I didn't really need it as the panty was tight enough that I didn't think it would leak, but I'm sure it was smell of slut when we left. I guess Master and Mistress wanted to leave two unique tips as well as our soiled panties.
Master and Mistress seemed content to leave our vibrators on low during the salad portion of our lunch. At least I assume they were doing the same to mom as they were to me. As our waiter was clearing our dishes I noticed him staring at me a little intently, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Mistress Dasha. Whether it was her or Peter controlling my panty I never found out, but whoever had the remote did spike the power giving the waiter a view of me hopping a bit and then squirming in my seat.
After that my panty, and if her facial expressions were any guide, my mom's panty as well began a cycle to speeding up and slowing down. It was maddening, which of course was the idea. By the time desert arrived I was climbing the sides of the booth needing to cum. Renee had been happily buzzing herself and had a glassy eyed gaze that told me she would soon cum. My mom seemed to be controlling her emotions fairly well. I wondered if she had received the same level of teasing I had or whether she was just more adept at hiding her arousal. Finally I broke down and begged to be taken to nirvana.
Mistress seemed to ponder my request and then asked me, "Do you think you have earned that privilege?"
Of course I did, but I knew that wasn't the response she wanted to here. "No mam," I replied. "But by your grace I really need to cum."
I looked deeply in her eyes for any sign of relief, but our waiter asking if we needed anything else interrupted us. I must say when you have two women who leave their wet panties on the table, the wait staff does pay attention to your table a bit closer. Master told him no and he placed the bill on the table. My master already had his credit card out and he quickly handed it and the bill back to the waiter.
"You've given us good service," Master Peter told him. "As part of our gratuity I wonder if you would accept a blowjob from one of our two slaves?"
The waiter looked at us. I could see from the corner of my eye that mom and her head down, mortified by the offer Master Peter had just made, or perhaps embarrassed at being called a slave in front of a stranger. I determined to own my status and stared right back at him locking eyes with the waiter. He stammered a bit, grasping for the words.
"Yes or no, boy," my Mistress chimed in. "We're offering you your choice of beautiful women to suck your cock. No strings attached."
The waiter was in his mid-twenties and quickly regained his composure. "I'll take the young slut," he said pointing at me. "Let me ring up your card and then I'll take my break. Send her around back."
After he took Master's card and walked away, my mom hit me on the shoulder. "Lucky," she said. "I wished he had picked me."
I wasn't nearly as thrilled, although I assumed a good performance would lead me to earn my climax. "Maybe we could switch," I offered. "I'm sure he will not mind."
"No," Mistress Dasha chimed in. "He picked you. That is the end of it."
"But I think we can accommodate Cathy and her needs," Master Peter said. "Who was that boy on your team trying to look up her skirt at the meet?"
"Well, I think there were several of them," I replied.
"Have you seen their cocks?" Mistress asked. "Who's the biggest?"
"No, I have not seen their cocks," I told her somewhat distressed that she thought I should have seen all my teammates naked.
"How about the first guy who looked?" my mom asked. "He was cute."
"I don't know him very well," I said. "He seems nice enough. I mean other than the face that he was perving out trying to see between your legs."
"Do you have his phone number," Mistress asked.
"No, but I know somebody who probably does," I replied.
By now the waiter had returned and Master signed the credit slip. As we all slid out of the booth the waiter pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, "Give me two minutes babe. I'll be out back."
I just smiled at him knowing there was no way out of servicing him orally. At least with the teasing panties on he wouldn't have access to my other holes. We all walked out to the parking lot. Mistress had me make some calls until I found somebody who had Kenny's cell number. I wrote it down and handed it to my Mistress. In response she handed me the remote for my panties. "Give it to the waiter while you blow him," she told me. Then she dialed Kenny's number. As I was walking about I heard her saying "Hi, is this the swimmer who was trying to look up my MILF slave's skirt at the meet?" Unfortunately I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation. I walked around the building to an alley. I turned the panties on high. I needed to get something out of this. I was walking down the alley toward the restaurant's dumpsters when I saw the waiter exit the back door. He had another guy with him. He had a dirty apron on and must have worked in the kitchen. They were both holding our soiled panties.
"This is my little brother," the waiter explained. "You're going to blow him too."
I was pretty sure Master and Mistress wouldn't object. For all I knew they had previously arranged the whole restaurant scene and this was their plan to test me. I did as I had been instructed and handed the waiter the remote. He commented that he knew something was going on in the booth and now he understood. He played with the settings as I squatted down behind the dumpster. His little brother went first unzipping his fly. "He only has a couple minutes for his break so do him well and get him off quick," the waiter instructed me. He seemed much less timid now that we were outside. Of course I loved that. He also seemed to love playing with the remote. Although I tried not to show any reactions, I could tell he knew what he was doing to me. Fortunately for everyone involved, his brother was a quick shooter, although it seemed like he shot a gallon of cum into my mouth. The waiter was far more aggressive holding my head and fucking my face. He also turned the vibe on high, I guess, hoping to have me cum while he was in my mouth. That didn't happen and he didn't shoot as big a load as his brother, but he was tasty. My own orgasm was near and he was determined to watch me cum.
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