Lunch with John.

On Thursday, John asked Sarah for a date while having lunch. He told her he was having a private get-together this Saturday evening with a few friends and acquaintances at his house, and he wondered if she could be there and introduce her as his girlfriend. Sarah swallowed her food.

"Of course, but it's going to cost you." John swallowed. This was the first demand she had made since he accepted to submit to her.

"What is your price?" Sarah took another bit of food, dragging out her answer purposely. She chewed the food extra long, letting John stew a little. Swallowing, she named her price.

"During the evening, you will do everything I say you should do. For example, if I ask you to drop to the floor, you'll do it without question. If I ask you to fetch me things, you'll do it immediately. If I ask you to kiss my shoes, you'll do it. I want everybody to know what kind of relationship we have and who the boss is." She smiled mischievously at John, who felt a knot in his stomach. He knew she was pushing him and probably exaggerating for effect, but it tickled him. Sarah was definitely a **** to be reckoned with. He mulled it over before he resigned himself.

Sarah was surprised he agreed to it. She had expected him to negotiate a little, but he was giving her carte blanche for the evening. It was such a turn-on for her. The same is true when she sees Michael being submissive. They continued having lunch, and during that time, John asked if her ex would attend. She thought it over for a few seconds trying to judge if John wanted Michael to be there or not before deciding that it wouldn't make sense for him to be there. However, she was curious what John would have said if she had.

Lunch is soon over, and John drives Sarah back to her office. It had become a running theme for them that he would drive her everywhere. She enjoyed not having to hustle with traffic, and the seats in his car were really comfortable. When they reached her office, he rushed around to open the car door for her. She stepped out, called him a good boy, and kissed him goodbye.

Later that evening, she announced her and John 's plan for Saturday. At first, Michael got really excited, but his mood fell when he understood that he wouldn't be a part of it. They were sitting on the sofa watching tv at the time. Sarah got up from the couch, walked before the tv, and started moving seductively.

"You know you only have yourself to blame, you know." She unbuttoned her blouse, swaying her hips, obscuring the tv.

"If you hadn't been such a fucking pervert, I might have invited you." She let her blouse fall to the ground and started undoing her skirt.

"But that stunt you performed last weekend really screwed you over." The skirt two fell to the ground, and she got up on the coffee table. She splayed her legs, giving him a perfect view of her panties.

"And now you'll suffer the consequences." She got up from the coffee table and stepped on his clothed privates. She gave him one last view of her panties while he watched with a shocked expression. She could feel his cage pressing up agast her foot in waves.

"This is the best you'll ever do if you keep thinking with that nub." She put a little more weight on her leg, squishing his cage even more. Michael moaned.

"See, what am I saying." Stepping off, she turned and walked out of the living room. As she did, she smiled lewdly and said.

"You are so pathetic. You can bring my clothes to my door and leave them there." However, some of the words stung when she said them. Michael felt turned on but knew there would be no release. He sighed, got up, and gathered Sarah's clothes. He folded them and placed them outside her door. From inside, he could hear a familiar buzzing. It was going to be a torturous couple of nights.