Discrete domination

"Well, we are in public, so we should keep things subtle," Alex begins. "You two know each other very well, but I don't. Let's start with some intimate questions. For example, how often do you masturbate?"

"Once or twice a day," Leigh says, feeling embarrassed. It was so much more real having Sabrina here.

Alex informs Leigh, "in the future, say sir when speaking to me."

Sabrina, for her part, is enjoying this very much. Excited, she asks "how? Do you use your hands? Or toys?"

"I usually use my hands..." Leigh hesitates before continuing. "...but I have some toys too; some dildos, handcuffs, and a butt plug." She can't believe she's talking like this in public, but it feels oddly liberating.

Sabrina smiles and remarks "butt plug...I'm glad you are finally getting in touch with your inner slut."

Alex remains mostly stoic, but Leigh sees the hint of a grin. "What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"They are lacy and kind of skimpy," Leigh answers, and seeing Alex's stern look adds "sir."

"Take them off and show them to me" Sabrina commands her, cruelty sneaking into her grin.

That's not too bad, Leigh thinks; it would be embarrassing having Sabrina know she was lacking panties. She figures she knows the routine: go to the washroom, remove her panties and bring them back to her mistress. She gets up to leave.

"Oh sweetie, I like your enthusiasm but if you take them off in the middle of the restaurant we may get kicked out. Why don't you take them off under the table?" Sabrina says in a condescending tone.

Leigh settles back in her seat and begins awkwardly attempting to subtly slide her panties off. All the patrons continue their meals as normal but Leigh is sure they all notice her. And everyone behind her must be staring at her; she can feel their eyes boring into her back.

Leigh's face is burning when she finally manages to remove the tiny piece of cloth and hand it to Sabrina. "Interesting," comments Sabrina, who hasn't stopped grinning. "Not the sluttiest pair I've seen, but probably the sluttiest you own."

Alex puts in, "don't worry--we'll make sure she has a suitable wardrobe before long." She then asks Leigh, "aside from your nipples and pussy, what is the most sensitive spot on your body?"

Leigh responds, "um...my neck or maybe my breasts, sir."

"Liar! It's your inner thigh," corrects Sabrina. She then slides her hand up Leigh's short skirt and pinches her inner thigh.

When Leigh yelps Alex scolds her, "dear, we are in public, please refrain from such outbursts."

The humiliation is momentarily broken when the waiter comes to ask what they would like for dinner. Sabrina is kind enough to Leigh's food for her: a chicken and turnip salad. It doesn't sound appealing to Leigh.

Leigh doesn't have time to worry about it; Sabrina asks her another question: "Did you end up letting Chris fuck your ass?"

Leigh answers "No." She blushes at Alex's follow up question and is sure the frat boys two tables over are eavesdropping, but answers "yes sir, I would like to have anal sex with you."

Her mistresses continue their questioning, Alex asking general questions: do you have any allergies? and what lingerie do you like? Sabrina is more interested in what Leigh has been up to since they parted. The blonde seems to be expecting Leigh to have turned into a whore.

They food arrives and Leigh grimaces at the sight of her plate, but obediently starts eating. She is pleasantly surprised; it tastes good. Sabrina catches her smiling and says, "you didn't think you'd like it. See plaything, I know what you actually want."

"Apparently," comments Alex, "maybe I should be asking you."

The conversation carries on as Leigh silently eats. "How many lovers has she had? Have any of them being female?" She doesn't know what humiliates her more: the intimate questions, or the fact that they talk like she isn't there.

Sabrina, of course, knows Leigh is there and often plays with her new toy's thigh or pussy. She even takes out a marker and writes slut on Leigh's thigh. Despite her embarrassment, or perhaps because of it, Leigh does get aroused. She is submissive and loves the idea of being treated like an object, as well as all the attention; when Sabrina calls her "our sexy bitch" an especially warm feeling radiates from her pussy. There are a few questions Leigh still had to answer. For example, Sabrina knew how many men Leigh had given blow jobs to, but didn't know if Leigh had swallowed their jizz.

Towards the end of their meal Alex hands a carrot stick to Leigh and orders "stick this in your pussy before you eat it." Leigh does as ordered, but the improvised phallus feels so good she slides it in and out a few times before eating it and tasting her juices.

After Alex pays the bill, they get up to leave. Leigh keeps her head bowed, not wanting to look in any of the other patrons' eyes. She knows they must be looking at her like she is a whore. She keeps her thighs pressed together as much as possible, partly to hide Sabrina's applicable label and partly to press the walls of her vagina together.

The submissive focuses on the behinds of her new mistresses. Leigh's heart races: she is owned. They can do whatever they want to their bitch. The round bubble butt of her former friend fills the tight jeans nicely. Sabrina has an untapped cruel streak. She also knows a lot about pain, pleasure, desires and fears. Leigh shifts her attention to Alex's ass, slender and tight. Alex is a wild card. All Leigh knows is that she has experience. Will she be cruel like Sabrina? Or a kind owner? Does she have a dungeon of toys at her house?

As they walk to Alex's vehicle, the two of them whisper to each other, planning something. Whatever it is, Leigh knows she will enjoy it.