Restaurant.

From tarmac to a pleasant carpet, Emma sighed with relief to leave this proximity to the crowd she could no longer manage; she had been close to madness and terror.

She heard a door open.

• Your private room, madam. We have taken your requests into account.
• Perfect, Firmin. Come back in ten minutes for your order.
• Very well, madam.

Mistress entered. The butler took the opportunity to stroke Emma's buttocks before closing the door behind her.

• I'm pleased with you, my dear. I'll take this off for your meal.

Emma felt Mistress remove her hood. She saw a magnificent room. A man on all fours, wearing a hood like hers, was positioned like a chair. Mistress sat on it, looking at Emma.

• You are magnificent, so defeated and degraded, Slavia. You are my work of art.

Emma looked at herself for the first time, sweating, marked everywhere, the sperm beginning to dry along her thigh. It was true, she felt herself being sculpted little by little by Mistress, becoming the thing whose body and soul she was shaping.

• To thank me, come under the table and lick my clitoris.

Emma obeyed without hesitation, her knees sliding on the thick carpet as she slipped under the table. The air was warmer there, imbued with Mistress's musky scent mingled with a more pungent, more intimate odor.

Mistress spread her thighs to give her access to her innermost being. Emma reached out her tongue and tentatively touched her clitoris, then enclosed it between her lips, sucking deliciously.

A shiver ran through Mistress's body, her fingers digging into Emma's tangled hair to encourage and guide her.

Mistress let out a throaty sigh, her hips arching imperceptibly under the expert caress of Emma's tongue.

Mistress's nails dug deeper into her scalp, tugging gently to impose a more urgent rhythm. Emma obeyed, accelerating the movement of her mouth, each suck bolder than the last, as the salty, musky taste filled her senses.

Growing bolder, her fingers began to stroke Mistress's sex, and she moaned approvingly. Emma's lips continued to move, alternating between slow licks and firm pressures, while her fingers slid lower, brushing against the wet entrance before gently plunging inside.

The waiter arrived, Emma froze, Mistress's hand urging her to continue.

The servant's footsteps echoed on the parquet floor, then stopped abruptly a few meters from the table. Emma felt her heart pound, her tongue still pressed against Mistress's quivering clitoris, her fingers still buried inside her.

A shiver of panic ran through her. Would she be seen, recognized without the hood, even under the table? But Mistress's hand, still anchored in her hair, silently ordered her to continue.

• I'll have this Firmin fish with a Sancerre. You can bring the special bowl for my little dog and the little surprise. We'll see about the rest later.
• Very good choice, madam. I'll take care of the rest, count on me.

He pulled out, Emma redoubled her efforts to satisfy Mistress. Her tongue returned to its voracious rhythm, tracing rapid circles around her swollen clitoris while her fingers delved deeper, curved to seek the sensitive spot that would make Mistress tremble. A trickle of saliva slipped from her lips, mingling with the sweet secretions that trickled down her chin.

Mistress moaned.

• Hmm, yes, that's good, you're good, keep going.

Emma felt a drop of cyprine flow, and she scooped it up like the most divine nectar while continuing, hoping to collect more.

Mistress gasped, her thighs tightening around Emma's head like a vice of silk and muscle.

"Harder..." she murmured hoarsely, her fingers curling more cruelly into Emma's locks to crush her against her sex.

Emma obeyed, her cheeks hollowed by the effort, her tongue searching every fold with relentless precision. She felt Mistress's taste change, more pungent, richer, and knew she was nearing her goal.

Finally, she felt pleasure seize Mistress's body, who reared up with a "yes" of delight.

Emma collected the outpouring of cyprine, better than honey in this situation. Her tongue never left Mistress's throbbing sex, eager to extract every drop.