The Master Chef-Second Meeting

I started quivering again. No, I had been quivering this whole time, but now it was harder, signaling the approach of another fantastic orgasm. "Yes, sir!" I gasped, and then moaned loudly as he began playing with the toy in my ass. He pushed and pulled it, back and forth, so the two objects massaged me internally. They felt especially good as the vibrator kept hitting them, making the round items seem to vibrate as well. "Sir, I'm there!"

He played faster, and I felt my head start to reel as the feelings approached. "Sir yes, right there, please! Oh yes, I'm com-ing, there! Ah!" I threw my head back, crying out my climax as I shook harder than I had all night. As I did this, the two toys were yanked out of my body, and I collapsed back onto the chair with a yelp.

As I twitched, I felt my ankles get untied and my hands followed suit. "We are not done slave. Stand if you wish."

I couldn't stop a giggle escape my lips. "I...I can't move sir." I was impressed enough that I was even still holding on to the chair. "May I kneel instead sir?"

He seemed to process my request. "That is acceptable." I slowly lowered myself from the soft armchair to the floor, very aware that he was most likely watching my every move. My breasts heaved slightly from the exercise, and I felt my very hard nipples harden even more now that the air was hitting them.

My Master touched my face, snapping my tired attention back on him as he adjusted my blindfold. "Do you enjoy being punished, slave?" I nodded and replied with a yes sir. "Do you like what I do to you?" His voice was quiet but firm, and I shivered.

"Yes, sir," I answered quietly, almost shyly. He had cut off my shirt, tied me up, used toys, fucked my mouth and fucked me. And suddenly I was feeling shy. I blushed.

"Stand."

I hesitated at the order, and felt his hand at my shoulder immediately. I took it blindly and, though my legs still shook with the effort, managed to stand up. He pulled me close to his chest, my back pressed against him, for what seemed like a long moment. Then he guided me forward. "Bend over."

I did so, and my hands touched the soft mattress. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide inside me, feeling how wet I had become from my punishment. He pulled them out without a word and returned with something else. As it was pushed inside, I whimpered. It felt good, but I really wanted him back inside me instead.

"Stand up." He helped me back up and led me back toward the chair where I was bound not five minutes ago. "Have you ever dressed in the dark?"

I opened my mouth, slightly surprised. "Yes. In theatre." I waited for more explanation from him. I didn't have to wait long.

"You are going to get dressed." I bit my lip, confused, but stayed quiet. A piece of fabric was handed to me. "The bow is in the front," he murmured, and I realized he was presenting my panties. I slid them on quickly, using the chair as a support.

My Master handed me items, and guided me to put them on correctly. "Why do you think I am dressing you?" He asked smoothly, and I frowned. I had no clue, but I knew it meant I was not getting fucked right now.

"Are you taking me somewhere, sir?"

He slid his hands over my still bare chest, making me gasp and arch. "Yes." He teased my nipples for a moment, making me groan softly. Then he handed me my bra, and I slipped the lacy fabric over me reluctantly.

"Where, sir?"

He handed me my tank top. "I do not know." He sounded playful, amused even. "But we will have fun." I dressed quickly, trying to think of what fun he had planned. I do not like public displays, and I was not sure I would like this.

Suddenly, my toy buzzed, and I gasped, completely shocked. I caught myself on the bed and it turned off again, leaving me scarlet. I heard a dark laugh. "This is going to be very fun."

I blushed deeper. Playing games and playing the part in a hotel room was one thing; going out to continue was another. I heard the jingle of keys and my Master grabbed my hand. "Let's go." He guided me up and out the door, still in the dark, and told me to wait in the open hallway.

It was cooler than earlier, now raining slightly, and I shivered. A click told me the door was shut and I was spun around, my blindfold ripped off. My Master's eyes flashed mischievously as I gasped again at the quick movement. "Hey there."

I smiled nervously. "Hi." He moved closer and I threw my arms around him, meeting him for a long kiss. It was good to see again, and very good to get a little taste also. The man squeezed me and pulled away, his grin wide.

"Having fun?" I nodded eagerly. I looked at him, paying attention as my sight was newly returned. He wore a dark blue polo and khaki shorts, with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked really good, and I really did not want to leave the hotel.

Dark eyes watched me back. "Put the key in your purse and wait for me downstairs," he instructed, and I saw his lips twitch into a smile. I nodded and took the card, and, with a quiet direction from his part to show which way to go, I headed down the cement stairs to the parking lot below. Luckily, the men from before were not there.

I had reached the bottom step when my toy buzzed alive again. I nearly slipped, grabbing for the railing in time. "Shit," I whispered between clenched teeth. It felt soo good, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I was really enjoying the waves of pleasure starting, panting quietly, when it stopped again.

I heard footsteps and I snapped my eyes open to see my Master walk toward me. He wasn't even hiding his grin, and I glared at him. "Not funny," I pouted. He just laughed and walked past me to the lot.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

I frowned and followed him. The rain was light, but he motioned for me to stay under the cover while he slowly retrieved the truck. I don't know what he was using, but about every ten feet my toy started up, making me jump each time. He kept it on for a few seconds only, and I was getting frustrated.

Finally, he pulled up to the curb with his white truck, and I climbed into the passenger's seat. My arms were folded across my chest, and he chuckled. "Where do you want to go?"

Back to the hotel room. I kept the thought to myself. He had made me exhausted earlier, but now this damn vibrator was keeping me on edge, and I wanted more. "Anywhere's fine, sir," I settled, smiling.

My Master glanced over at me. "You don't have to call me that when we are outside," he murmured, and quickly gave me another kiss. A silly grin spread on my face and he pulled out of the lot. "Let's go."

~*~*~

It took a while, but we finally pulled into a bar and grill. I was nearly panting by then, as my Master had shown me the little remote that came with my toy. And he had put it to good use on our short drive over here, much to his amusement and my pleasure. But now, it was turned off, and I reluctantly followed him inside the restaurant doors.

The restaurant was divided into three parts-the restaurant seating, bar seating, and another bar and game area in the back. "Where do you want to sit?" My Master asked nonchalantly. I looked up at him, trying to read his face, then looked around. The bar was the busiest, nearly packed.

"The restaurant side?" I prompted, gazing back at him. Some privacy would be nice, especially knowing what he had inside his pocket for me. This was the wrong answer apparently.

"Follow me," he said, and I followed the handsome man toward the bar side. He allowed me a booth right behind another group of men, and motioned for me to pick a side. I blanched. Either I would be right next to the men and they would hear me, or they would be able to see my reactions whenever my tormentor pushed the remote. Quickly, I sat with my back to the men. I'd just have to really concentrate on not gasping.

With a large grin, he sat across from me. "Are you okay?" I nodded silently, aware of the heat on my cheeks meaning I was blushing. His eyes danced with amusement. "You look good. Relax, have some fun."

I giggled and took a deep breath. He wouldn't do anything mean while we were out here. I would not get punished at least. I smiled at him. "You hungry?"

He didn't answer at first, but just kept looking at me. "Yes," he finally relented, breaking eye contact. He glanced over at the busy bar. "I wonder where the waitress is."

I was ready to answer when my vibrator danced on. I jumped in my seat, dropping my mouth open and quickly snapping it shut. Oh, shit. I forced myself to stay quiet and after a few squirmy moments, it shut off. My Master was openly grinning again, and he turned back to me.

"Not fair," I muttered. He laughed and the waitress came by. Two menus were quickly given and she was off again. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to play with me with her at the table. I had no poker face, so this was going to be a long night. "Jerk."

He laughed again, and ran a hand through his dark hair. Later, I would have to really grab a fistful of that hair, so he'd know how much I was enjoying this. But for now, I'd have to wait in public, with him right there. "You can sit by me if you'd like," I offered innocently.

My Master chuckled. "Why would I do that? I am just fine over here." He shrugged casually and I frowned.

"Maybe I want you over here." I wanted to touch him. He was constantly teasing me, why couldn't I do that to him too? I challenged him with my gaze and folded my arms to my chest. He met me with a wide smile. I noticed how smooth his face looked. Very clean shaven this time. He looked very good.

In response, my toy buzzed on. I let out a soft cry and jumped again. My frown disappeared and I shot him a warning smile, as if to say don't go too far. His own look shot back, showing me he didn't care about my warning. "Pick something." He gestured back at my menu, then picked up his own, studying it with mock concentration.

I grumbled under my breath, fidgeting in my seat. My hidden toy was massaging me in the best way right now, and I was feeling more heat rise to my cheeks. I forced myself to look at a menu. How could I think about food right now, when he was teasing me to no end? I silently cursed him and thanked him for the pleasing vibrations in my head.

"Friend pickles look good," I finally settled, dropping my menu. I looked up to see him staring at me, his grin bright. I swallowed quickly. "What?"

He shrugged again, smiling bigger. "Nothing." He looked back down and my toy clicked off. My eyes widened in disbelief. What? That's not fair! I was really close that time! But he didn't look at me. "Maybe I'll try the macaroni..."

I pouted in my corner of the booth and the waitress came back just in time. "What will it be folks?" She asked sweetly. My Master gave me a similarly sweet look and I glared back warily. No. Oh no.

I blinked and clenched my jaw as the toy switched on. Damn it! I flushed as he began ordering. "I'll have the macaroni and a pale ale. Which ones do you have?" He listened to her intently as I tried to stay still, concentrating very hard on not squirming. "Then that's what I want. What about you?" The man turned his gleeful eyes back to me.

I pretended to not see. "I'll try the fried pickles please. And I'll take a Guinness." I handed my menu back quickly and thanked her. Luckily, she left just as quickly, and I shot my foot out under the table, hitting his leg.

"Ow!" I knew I didn't really hurt him by the smile on his face. My Master knew exactly what he was doing, and I couldn't help but like it. Damn it again. "Maybe I'll just stop," he murmured. "Since you don't like it?"

I widened my eyes. "Please don't." I was so close again, I didn't want him to stop. "I'm sorry I kicked you." I was breathing harder and had my fingers clenched. He noticed this.

"Are you close?" He asked calmly, like he had just asked how my day went. Our waitress returned before I could answer, bringing us our beer. Once she was gone again, he leaned over the table. "Take a drink when you are ready." His smooth voice made me shiver, and I nodded. It did not take long and soon I grabbed my dark beer, taking a long, slow sip of the bitter liquid.

With a smile, my Master turned the toy back off. "I'm glad you're enjoying your gift." He took a drink himself and I closed my eyes, relaxing now that the pressure was off. I was so alert, so turned on, and he was just pushing up to the next level.

"Thank you," I breathed. Then, with a cheeky smile, I added, "Sir." He nearly choked on his ale, and I laughed. I stopped when he suddenly got up. "Are you okay?"

He started walking away. "Going to the bathroom." He paused, and looked back at me. "I'm taking my time." I nodded, confused, and he turned the corner out of sight. It soon became clear what he was doing, and I squirmed in my seat yet again. I needed to steal that remote from him. I groaned inaudibly into my cup as I raised it to my lips again.

The waitress came by once, letting me know that our food was almost ready. I thanked her again and waited impatiently for my Master to return. I risked a glance around the restaurant. The group in the booth behind me was loud and having a good time. Four men, older and rounder fellows, kept laughing and cheering as they watched a football game on one of several TV's above the bar. A table in the center of the restaurant had two middle-aged couples, seemingly catching up with each other.

I groaned again when my new toy turned off, although I couldn't see my Master returning yet. Either the remote has a very good range, or he was watching me from somewhere.

In a moment he returned, face bright and eager. I couldn't help but smile when he sat beside me instead of back across the table. "Food will be here soon." He smiled back.

"Good. I'm starving." He pulled his beer closer to him and took a long pull. "Only had airport food today." We started talking about his recent trip and he pulled out his phone to show pictures. I was so wrapped up in the conversation that I almost forgot about the remote in his pocket.

He buzzed it momentarily, and I jerked against him. My heart quickened and I looked at him sharply. "You've done that enough," I breathed, and he just laughed. His hand moved, and I looked down to see it slide over my leg and rest on my thigh.

"Not nearly enough." He squeezed emphatically, and I shivered again. The toy turned off once more and I tensed. "See? You like having it on." He was quiet, his rich voice only loud enough for me to hear, but it lit a fire. He was right.

I did not tell him this, though. We saw the waitress coming back with our food, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a mischievous grin slide onto his face. No, no, no. I liked the toy, but it was embarrassing having it on with someone nearby. What if they noticed?

Too late. I squeezed the hand on my thigh as the vibrator buzzed again, and I crossed my legs to try and hide how good it felt. The waitress reached our table and put down our food. A large bowl of macaroni, with white sauce, diced tomatoes, and chicken was set in front of my Master and a pile of fried pickles sat by me, delicious ranch ready for dipping. But I had no appetite; I was too distracted to think about food.

My Master wasn't done though. "This looks fabulous," he told the waitress. "What is in it?" I gazed at him with a hidden frown. He is a chef himself, he probably knows exactly what's in it. He avoided my glare as she shared the ingredients brightly. "I see, very nice." He glanced back at me. "Weren't you telling me about the best macaroni in town? What was in that one?"

I blinked in surprise. What? I saw his dark eyes sparkle with amusement. "Yeah, but I can't really remember what was in it," I muttered, embarrassed. The toy vibrated steadily, making me squeeze his hand tighter.

"But there was something special about it. What was it?" He pushed, then looked back at our waitress. "She said it was the best."

I flushed, squirming lightly. "Um, I think there was bacon in it." I played along, trying to sound normal and not at all flustered. I don't know how well I succeeded, but the waitress did not seem to notice. She laughed and commented on how good that would taste, then left to get back to work.

I punched my Master in the arm as soon as she was gone, then gasped. "Sorry." I jerked as I hit the edge, and I quickly put my head on his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt him shake with laughter, and I ignored him as I came again. Ooh shit.

When I lifted my head, he chuckled. "So responsive." He cupped his hand between my legs and I jerked again, into him.

I groaned. "You have no idea." I let my own hand drape over his lap, and I felt him behind his shorts. Oh, maybe he does. "I like playing like this," I told him honestly. I was sure I was blushing again, but I don't know. I nearly gasped as I felt him twitch under my hand. I squeezed lightly, letting him know I felt it, and he let out a long breath.

"Be careful," he warned. I pulled my hand away and instead, started eating. The pickles were really good, and I realized how hungry I actually was. Getting teased really worked up an appetite.

Halfway through our meal and talking, he turned the toy on again. I nearly dropped my food, taking me off guard. As I squirmed, my Master handed me his phone. I tried to focus on the screen and past my rising libido. I looked back at him, confused. "What?"

He grinned. "Look at yourself." I gazed back at the screen. His camera was open, ready to take a picture, and it was focused on me. My face was flushed and eyes were fairly wide, but otherwise I looked normal. My Master leaned closer. "I want you to watch yourself come."

I froze. "W-what?" I squeaked. The instruction had turned my pleasure up several notches, and I moved my free hand to cover my mouth. "Why?" I murmured through my fingers, trying to not moan. I tried to hand him the phone back, but he kept it still, facing me.

"Because you look great when you do. And I want you to watch it again later."

I blinked again. "Wait, is it recording?" He nodded, bemused by my question, and I snapped my attention to the screen. Sure enough, the little red button was blinking and numbers were counting seconds. "I...I can't do that."

He held my hand steady, keeping the screen focused directly on my face. "Yes, you can." He nodded at my half-empty Guinness. "Then take a drink."

I tried to hide my burning face with my spare hand. I was so embarrassed. "Why?" I moaned piteously, knowing I was whining. But I was feeling hot and knew that I was getting close. I tried to blink the feeling away.

"Because," he whispered, eyes twinkling, "I want to know when you finish." He chuckled again as I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily. When I opened them again, he was grinning. "I need to know when to turn it off."

I blushed deeper, but put my left hand down. I knew I was going to hit the edge; his orders and the toy and the camera were a great combination. My lips parted as I started to fall, and I quickly grabbed my beer, letting him take the phone again.

I was ready, nearly panting as I urged the little toy on, when the waitress came by again. "Everything good here?" She asked, and I snapped to attention.

"It's fine, thanks." I gave her a large smile as she nodded and left. My hand dropped off the table and onto my Master's lap, and I squeezed him to match my climax as it hit hard. Aware his camera still watched me, I took my Guinness, gave the phone a faint smile, and took a long gulp. With a chuckle, my handsome torturer flipped the remote's switch and I pulsed around a motionless toy for a minute longer.

"Let's go play pool." He pushed the rest of his food to the center of the table and scooted out of the booth. A hand offered itself to me, and I followed suit, wary of my jelly legs and his wanting to walk so soon after that high. But I followed him, unable to stop a smile. This was embarrassing, but very exciting too, and as we kept it up, the more exciting it was getting.