You take Naomi out for dinner

You’re so exhausted from the long flight, the stress at the airport, and the sex right now; as soon as you close your eyes, you fall asleep.

You wake up, shaking your head and Naomi is still sleeping beside you. Your eyes remind you of where you are, and you feel a little horny at the sight of the collar she’s still wearing. You’re still surprised that she agreed to keep it on, never mind some of the other commands she followed.

Getting out of bed, your jeans are on the floor. You grab the phone to check the time. It’s 8.30 already. You must have slept throughout the afternoon. There’s a card on the desk beneath the TV, and you check it to see what time dinner is served until. 10PM. You have a bit of time, but knowing how long Naomi takes to get ready, you’d better hurry her up and get her started now.

After a couple of shakes, her eyes open and she sits up, curly hair falling all over her body. She knocks the sheets off her with her legs and stands up after you tell her we don’t have long before dinner closes.

Her stomach grumbles; she must be as hungry as you are.

She goes over to the wardrobe and you get that tingling aroused feeling in your gut again: the thought of telling her what she’s supposed to wear crosses your mind, but maybe you need to ease Naomi into being your ****, and you’ve already done way more than you’d expected today.

“I wonder what will go with this collar?” she asks playfully.

She lays her clothes out on the bed, a loose fitting black dress and her black underwear; not a thong, disappointingly. If it was up to you, the only panties she’d ever would be thongs. She has a great ass, and you love the way the string makes it look.

Naomi has a shower, then you have one as she gets her hair dry and gets ready. It always takes a while. Maybe if you can get to the point that she follows every command, you’ll make her hurry all of this up.

A while later, after you’ve sat on the bed playing games on your phone, Naomi is finally ready. She looks nice in the dress, though it doesn’t show any of her figure off. She wears a pair of Vans; you’d much rather her be wearing heels, but that’s something for later. You hope. You straighten her collar so the ring is central before she kisses you and takes your hand, heading off to dinner.

The restaurant is on the ground floor. The maître d comes over to the desk.

“Table for two?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Follow me.” He grabs a couple of menus and you walk into the restaurant. It’s a little empty, since it’s getting a little late. As you walk through, you notice some people at tables. The masters are sat at the table, while their slaves kneel on the floor beside them. A girl is drinking water from a bowl like a dog. Naomi notices too, holding your hand a little tighter.

You pass a table with five men in suits, all from different parts of the world by the looks. Their **** girls kneeling beside them in see through clothing.

“Your **** has a nice mouth,” one says, a man with shaved hair and a huge neck. There are three rings in the bottom of his left ear. He places a finger in the red haired girl’s mouth and watches as she sucks on it. “Does she swallow?”

“Of course she does.” The girl’s master answers.

You walk on, keeping Naomi as far away from those men as possible as you hold her hand. All the small tables only have one chair, and you realise that for slaves, it must be a requirement for them to kneel beside their master.

“Here we are,” the maître d says. He pulls the chair out for you, and as you sit, he pushes it back in.

“Where do I sit?” Naomi asks. It seems she hadn’t realised that all the other slaves are kneeling.

“On the floor.” The reply is bitter, abrupt. “Like a good ****.” He walks off to the front desk.

Naomi stares at him for a moment, then back at you.

“We can go somewhere else if you like,” you offer.

She sighs. “It’s all going to be like this, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure. We can try.”

“Let’s just get it over with.” She lowers herself to her knees beside you, holding your hand for comfort.

Other people walk past you, and despite Naomi’s embarrassment, you can’t help but feel proud for bagging yourself such a sexy ****. Other masters nod in appreciation as they check her out, kneeling beside you.

“You want me to… to put my arms where you like them?” Naomi asks nervously.

You can’t believe that she just asked that. The thought alone gives you a semi. “If you want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

She looks straight ahead, putting her hands behind her back, holding her elbows.

You can’t believe how sexy and submissive she looks right now, she continues to hold the pose as people walk past, checking your **** out.

You order your dinner when the waiter arrives. Naomi has a glass of wine on the table, and you decide to make her hold her pose as you feed it to her. You tip the wine back, letting her drink as she looks in your eyes.

“I just need to go to the bathroom, stay like that until I get back,” you say. You don’t need to go at all, but you want to make her kneel like that while you’re gone, seeing if she’s moved when you get back.

You glance at her as you leave, when you return, she’s still knelt, eyes facing forward, hands holding her elbows behind her back. You wish you could fuck her mouth right now.

“Good girl,” you say as you sit.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Your starters arrive, and you wonder how you want Naomi to eat hers.