Novice´s Dreams

Why did I change jobs? I was perfectly happy in my job, being a professional engineer. I was working on interesting projects, in a good company. I had a lot of responsibility, for the projects I worked on, but also as a sales manager, finding my own work. But I needed a change, and this was certainly a change.

 

I applied to this insurance company, where I would be doing evaluation of claims. In my field, technical evaluation. Often very complicated cases, where a lot of experience in both technical matters as well as project control was required. Since a claim would be caused by some major technical failure and then it was required to find out where along the road it went wrong. So it meant digging, asking, checking documents, specifications, etc. Well, as I said, It was a change.

The job interview was with the owner, an man of about 55, he founded the company and explained to me why they needed a new man on the job, the previous had proven to be subject to bending the rules, and did cost the company a lot of money. So, how was I to be trusted? That was the main question. But surprisingly that question was not asked by the owner, but by his daughter. She was a wonderful looking woman, about 30 years old, and not the type you would expect here.

 

The interview had already started when the door opened, I noticed there was no knock, so he was expected. He was a she,

 

“well Sir, may I introduce to you my wonderful daughter, the lovely Wanda”

 

I looked at her in amazement, this was surely not what I expected. A lovely red haired lady, it was like the sun flared at the sky. She stood tall, was looking down on me, now I am not a very large guy but I must say it had a special effect on me. She was dressed casually, yet refined. She wore a black skirt, sexy high heels (not killing height, just average) and I could not fail to notice very refined panties, satin panties. Which I could see when she sat down, next to me, facing her dad. It made it a bit difficult for me to glance at her, I could see from the corner of my eye how she crossed her legs, how the not so long skirt slowly crept up.

 

Totally contrary to her ravishing looks she graduated law school and found the company so interesting she was preparing to take over in the long term. It took me some effort to explain why I was an honest man, why I was to be trusted. Especially since I found it harder and harder by the moment to look at her, her red hair, and not to be distracted by the soft satin on her skin, covering her slender body. So I gave examples, but I saw she wasn’t entirely convinced. She asked if I was married, I wasn’t. Then I would be prepared to turn in something trustworthy, in the case I was to be employed. I looked at her, where was this leading?

 

“It is very simple sir, I need something to show your competence in this field, your trustworthiness. Give me some token, write me a letter, and hand it in. I will put it in a safe, in the contract I will include a special clause. I am only allowed to open the letter in case of some complications, when you are suspected of bending the rules, are subject of blackmail, or whatever.”

 

It sounded alright, it was a matter of trust. And I fell for it. Maybe it was her name that made me do it, Wanda! And what I wrote down was one of my well kept secrets, the love I had for Venus! When on high school I had read the novel Venus in Fur by Sacher Masoch, pornographic as my teacher point out when he recommended it to me. I was blown away. I clearly remember reading it, like:

 

I enter. Wanda is standing in the center of the room, dressed in a gown

of white satin which floods down her body like light. Over it she

wears a scarlet _kazabaika_, richly edged with ermine. Upon her

powdered, snowy hair is a little diadem of diamonds. She stands with

her arms folded across her breast, and with her brows contracted.

"Wanda!" I run toward her, and am about to throw my arm about her to

kiss her. She retreats a step, measuring me from top to bottom.

"Slave!"

"Mistress!" I kneel down, and kiss the hem of her garment.

"That is as it should be.

 

"Give me the whip."

I looked about the room.

"No," she exclaimed, "stay as you are, kneeling." She went over to

the fire-place, took the whip from the mantle-piece, and, watching

me with a smile, let it hiss through the air; then she slowly rolled

up the sleeve of her fur-jacket.

"Marvellous woman!" I exclaimed.

"Silence, slave!" She suddenly scowled, looked savage, and struck me

with the whip. A moment later she threw her arm tenderly about me,

and pityingly bent down to me. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, halfshyly,

half-timidly.

"No," I replied, "and even if you had, pains that come through you

are a joy. Strike again, if it gives you pleasure."

"But it doesn't give me pleasure."

Again I was seized with that strange intoxication.

"Whip me," I begged, "whip me without mercy."

was about to rise.

"Not that way," she commanded, "on your knees."

I obeyed, and she began to apply the lash.

The blows fell rapidly and powerfully on my back and arms. Each one

cut into my flesh and burned there, but the pains enraptured me. They

came from her whom I adored, and for whom I was ready at any hour to

lay down my life.

She stopped. "I am beginning to enjoy it," she said, "but enough for

to-day. I am beginning to feel a demonic curiosity to see how far

your strength goes. I take a cruel joy in seeing you tremble and

writhe beneath my whip, and in hearing your groans and wails; I want

to go on whipping without pity until you beg for mercy, until you

lose your senses. You have awakened dangerous elements in my being.

But now get up."

I seized her hand to press it to my lips.

"What impudence."

She shoved me away with her foot.

"Out of my sight, slave!"

 

That is how I looked at Wanda, just the fur was replaced by her lovely satin. And the secret I put down in writing contained this quotation. Had I known then it was dynamite!

 

It sounded alright, it was a matter of trust. And I fell for it. Maybe it was her name that made me do it, Wanda!

 

About 1 year passed, I did my job well and then we all got an invitation for a big party, at the family home of my boss. By that time I had hardly seen Wanda. She lived also at the estate of her family, I had been there once, being invited for a small party, but she wasn’t present then. They were living on the real thing, a marvellous and luxury estate, including a huge park, partly wild because of the lack of money. I like to run, so when I arrived early I decided to go for a run in the park. It was marvellous, really big, and the small tracks were my cup of tea, Wild and overgrown, gives one a sense of discovering new worlds. And suddenly I was entering a small secluded spot, a small field, and I had the surprise of my life. There was someone, practising martial arts, a fantastic strong and powerful Lady. She was completely naked except for a small string, and it was Wanda. She heard me, turned around and looked me in the eye.

 

“well, look who found me. What a coincidence, I need a play partner. Come on C, get undressed and show me if you can resist me”

 

What choice did I have? Turn and run? It was crazy, of course, but I decided to play along, and undressed. Not so much to undress, since it was warm and I wasn’t particularly well dressed as a sportsman. When I had removed my shirt I hesitated to continue, “come on”, she said. “its only fair I see your package, since you have seen mine”, and she uplifted her gorgeous naked breasts. I admit I was hypnotised by them, what a woman! There, I did it. My running shorts slit down, and there I stood. Naked and well, my erection clear visible, as a tribute to her beauty.

 

“well C, seems you are really interested in what we have to offer. I propose we make a deal, we do a little wrestling fight. If you win you call the shots, if it’s me you will obey to my commands today. Agreed?”

 

Did that mean I was allowed to touch her? Sure, I would sacrifice anything for that. I must admit I had some secret dreams about her, and I did not expect to be beaten by a girl. Come on.

“sure, no problem Lady”, I smiled confidently

 

We stood there for a moment, frozen. Looking at each other, and I could not help it but was taking this extraordinary sight in. There was a glorious Lady standing opposite of me, and she was nearly naked. And I did not care my nudity, as she did not care. On the contrary, she thought my hard dick was just a compliment to her beauty. Could not agree more. But it was as if I was hypnotized. I ws staring at her lovely breasts, her strong arms, her formidable legs. And yes, her sexy satin underwear. I was dying to feel that soft satin, the lace that completed it. The moment she attacked me I stood frozen, and it was like I was being run over by a truck. She was explosive power, she was strong as hell. I was too late, much too late. But boy, did I enjoy the touch of her naked flesh upon mine. I wanted to fight her off, to let it last longer. But as I said, I was like being hypnotized. I could hardly move, let alone master my situation. Because of my strength and agility I managed to escape once from her ferocious arms, her mighty strength that originated in that supreme female body. But I knew I did not stand a chance the second round. Yes, I managed to coordinate arms and legs, but now it was clear my male strength could not compete with her sublime technique. I could postpone it, by holding her arms, but as soon as she managed to get me on the floor her legs tightened around my waist and held me in a tight grip. I saw the satin underwear flexing around her body, I could sense her naked sex under it. And it made me weak, I needed to surrender. But there was no need to give up voluntarily. She managed to get a grip on my balls. She squeezed gently, I let out a howling scream, and she increased her grip,

 

“you loser, you can take more than that, I am not finished with you yet”.

 

I was in agony, I never experienced anything like this, this was so humiliating, beaten by a girl, my nuts cracked by the daughter of my boss. I nearly cried of self-pity,. Then she slapped e in the face,

“behave yourself S, we had a deal, remember!. And she stood up, took of her string and started pulling them on me, I tried to get up, but she held me down again, quickly immobilizing me with her wait. When I wiggled to much she slapped my balls, hard, that did teach me to lie still. Once the silk underwear was on my hard dick I thought I was going crazy. The softness was so, I don’t know, confusing is the word. I am a guy, right. I am 100% straight, and yet it felt great. But I was careful not to let her find out. I fought and fought until she got up, kicked me and slapped me in the face.

 

“now you listen asshole, we had a deal and you stick to it”

 

“but I am not your sissy, I can’t”

 

“you bloody well can, we had a deal remember”

 

Now she got me, I didn’t like it, but I stopped fighting the ordeal.

 

“all right, as long as you don’t think this is me, accepting this. I obey your rules, I promise that, but it will be once in a lifetime”

 

“I don’t care for that. I care for now. This is the deal, this is how we do it. You wear these panties all day! Every hour you will go to the loo, and give me a moment to check on you”

 

“what, are you crazy, everybody will find out”

 

“no, they won’t, I will find a way. Just promise me you will do as you are told”

 

What was there to do, to say? I was in a pit, and there was no way of escaping. I nodded.

 

“good, I see you in the house”.

 

She walked off, towards where he clothes lay, and I had another chance of seeing her splendour, and could not resist feeling a bit proud too, after all I managed to be in focus! But boy, was I wrong. I was in more focus than I could imagine. The rest would be an ordeal. I was to be in a house full of guests, dressed in this sexy silk underwear. When I walked home I could feel it caressing my balls, my cock, my ass. It was heaven, but I could not refrain from having a huge erection. How was I to deal with this crazy excitement. And I was stupid, because when I came back, who was welcoming the guest that arrived, in front of the house, right next to my car where my clean clothes were stashed. Yes, it was Lady Wanda. I managed, just barely to get inside with my gear. I went to the showers, they were shown to me by the staff. I was finally relaxing a bit, when I suddenly heard a voice.

 

“well, I hope you will be clean, otherwise my new panties will be ruined!”

 

OMG, it was Wanda, was she never to give me some rest, leave me alone. I turned off the shower, and looked for the towel. Where there was one, I was sure was now an empty space. I peeked outside, Wanda was holding my towel up

 

“looking for this”, she asked temptively? This was no joke any more, this was getting close to harassment.

 

“look Wanda” I began

 

“It is Lady for you, don’t you agree. Or do you prefer mistress my boy? I hope you haven’t forgot it is my show today, I defeated my little boy. So let me rub you dry my dear.”

 

What could I do, I had no alternative, she was there, controlling me and enjoying it. And why did my erection give me away? She rubbed me, rough, and greatly enjoyed teasing me.

 

“well, I think I’ve got you by the balls, don’t you agree”. At the same time holding them in het strong hands, because that was obvious by now. She was someone to take into account, respect her strength, that was as great as her beauty. “Okay, now put on these stockings my dear.”.

 

“but you can’t possibly mean this? There is a party, and you are driving me nuts, if someone finds out I will be the laughing stock of the company”

 

“well, belter hide it then. Hurry up, I haven’t got all day”.

 

“no, forget it, you are crossing a line, I cannot do this. This is the most humiliating thing I ever experienced in my entire life”

 

“well, there is a first thing for everything, and you better get used to it since I am about to doubt your honesty dear C. I think it is about time we are going to produce your little confession you wrote”

 

“no, you can’t do that. That was about work, abut reliability. This is just interfering with my private life”

 

Now I was going to be in trouble, the confession was about a book called Venus in Furs, about a man submitting to a lovely Lady called Wanda, I had intended some kind of joke, but when this Wanda would find out I would be in real trouble. She would laugh, but for my defeat, for my humiliation and her victory. I had been a fool to let me on like this!

 

“I don’t care about what you think I cannot do. I am in charge you little fellow, there is no escape. Obey, or you will find out what happens when I et angry, and really nasty. Any idea what happens when I start yelling you are about to rape me here? “

I was really in a mess, what started as a joke, as fun, was rapidly evolving towards a very difficult situation Better give in now and have things cleared up soon.

 

“okay, give them, I will put them on, but please give me some privacy .

 

“o no, I need to see how much you enjoy this. Cause I am sure this will be one of the finer moments in your entire life!”

 

And it was hard to deny, this lovely satin was caressing my skin, was so stimulating it gave me a tremendous hard on. And as soon as the satin touched my crotch, my ass, my thighs, my balls, I nearly exploded from anxiety. And Wanda stepped in again, getting hold of my dick, my balls, squeezing firmly, nearly crushing my manhood and my pride. She looked me in the eye

 

“we will talk about how you have behaved today later. Now it’s party time. See you downstairs”

 

And I saw her great ass, tight in a super sexy dress leave the bathroom. Asking myself whether this was to be heaven or hell. Was I to run? Could there be any escape from this creature? Now, or in the future. It was obvious something had happened, something had changed, I had crossed a line and was not sure if I could retrieve on my steps. At that moment, there and then I decided to move on, whatever the consequences. I admit, I had a lot to lose? But did I ever experienced the excitement that I felt right now, at that moment. And while coming down the stairs, feeling the satin in my crotch, caressing my tender parts I was grateful I was carrying my running gear, since my full grown cock would have been visible for everyone. Fortunately I did not need to explain about my warm cheeks, my bright red color of excitement was already being explained,

 

“yes, he was here early and went running in our park, did you enjoy yourself S?”

 

I just nodded, there was something stuck in my throat that prevented me from speaking. First tea and cake, then lets get the party going!

It had been a very busy day, I am a distinguished business lady, work in a company specialized in cosmetics, and therefore in the centre of all the buzz. And it was a buzzy day (some of my own inventions this word, so busy with buzzing noises, makes you crazy), tiresome, dissatisfying even! All day meetings with sales, with suppliers of new products. Why do people make all these stupid mistakes, why am I annoyed by their lack of competence, and why do they accept it as a bloody fact. Worse, sometimes it seems they are proud of their incompetence. Sure, I am new to this, I inherited this business from my father just a couple of years ago, I agree, I need to learn management skills, but I am sure what is called my female intuition will lead me along. Worse even, since I always had the feeling in live I am the “leading party” I consider myself very well qualified for the job. Since I have taken over here the profits has increased, as well as turnover. Our products are penetrating the market, belter than before. So cut the crap and do as I tell you to!

 

And, considering a worse day getting worse, got a call from my friends. They weren't coming over for dinner, couldn’t make it. Sorry. Sorry, sorry. That's easy. While I had planned quite some party. Small scale, intimate. It was my 2nd anniversary as owner, and this was enough reason for celebration. I had ordered a cook, at home, total entertainment. Something new, a culinary escort service, so to say. And since I like well-dressed and well behaved men I had requested a good looking one, not a fat chef!

 

“Lady”, did the girl of the agency had said, “that’s no problem for us. Dinner is a sensation for all your senses and our people will make sure they will fulfil all your desires”.

I liked that, a lot. So, given the situation, what should I do. Cancel? Hell no, everything was arranged, even paid for! I thought I would take the opportunity to relax and enjoy. Let’s see where my desires lead me, and if they can get satisfied.

 

On  my way home I was rethinking the day, friends that let you down, the bad performance of my colleagues and suppliers. People that behave in such a way drive me crazy, why do people accept their small limited live? I wanted to be challenged, stimulated, reach ultimate heights, experience real life! But how many people did live in such a way, far too few, it was all dull and boring. Then I got an idea, suppose I would challenge the chef to a full program tonight. As you can say, full entertainment. The dinner, being my table mate. And then I could wear this superb dress I bought for this occasion after all. A real stimulating thought, after all I was still thinking about it when I parked outside my door. In a few minutes my garcon would arrive. Time for a relaxing drink.

 

I had just stepped inside when the doorbell rang, still in my working outfit I opened the door. And there was this incredible young man, at least 5 years my junior, and definitely “good looking”. In the street was his van, it had a banner “Eating out at home, catering”. I looked at the little chef. Yes, I could be happy with him. I could see myself take a bite of this piece of fresh meat, sure I was getting hungry already. The thoughts that came to me on my way home were now getting shape, O yes. This was going to be one hell of a fucking good night.

 

“Well, my little chef, can I get your name? “

 

“Sure, the Lady took me by surprise, I should have introduced myself already, please excuse me. I normally do this job at elderly couples, so I am surprised to meet such a good looking lady now. My name is Giovanni”.

 

Well, well, what is he up too, trying to be sticky as glue? But I liked him ,he was surely not one of the grey mass!

 

“Well Giovanni. I suggest you bring in your stuff and I will relax a bit on the couch. When you are ready to serve me, present yourself to me”

 

And I turned and went inside, leaving him there, no doubt eagerly looking at a great ass going up the stairs!

 

Now this was funny, I live in  split level apartment, kitchen and salon at 1st floor. So he had to bring all his things up the stairs. He entered the kitchen with an huge pile of stuff. I was sitting on the bench, relaxed and saw him stumble. First he needed to define where to go with it, but also avoid it from crashing down. With more luck than skills he managed to put it on the cooking island. Yes, I have a great home, a marvellous kitchen, although I use it not too often. G looked admiringly at my equipment, the stove the knives, the oven. When he stood up from inspection of the oven (he had to kneel down, great ass, well stretching his pants, I loved it) he saw me sitting on the coach. I was smiling to him, bit amused! Mylady, please allow me to p[resent to you my special aperitif. A special red port and… then he was lost, it was not there yet, he wasn’t finished but could not neglect ne neither, he was my entertainment. He looked around him, slightly panicky, and then spotted the cupboard with liquor. May I? and he got me a good old fashioned scotch, ice, Lady? I nodded, that’s good G! My encouragement helped him, there came my little chef, it was a doll, gorgeous. This was going to be a lovely night!

 

I stayed on the sofa, relaxed, watching G bringing all his delicious food inside and stow it away in a neatly order. Its good, being tired watching other people work! I just felt like Cleopatra! Beautiful, Young, dangerous. The whisky was giving me great pleasure. It was now about time for the next phase of my plan. G came over with some small delicacies. It all looked very nice. Please mylady, and put it all on the table. I stretched out my hand, and held it there. Puzzled he looked at me, then brought the fine port in my hand. I looked him straight in the eye and said. “take a glass yourself and sit down”. He was confused, so I explained him the situation.

 

“There were no guests tonight, and I need company, I asked him, can you be both my chef as well as my chaperone?

 

“Yes, mylady, yes, sure. A bit unexpected, but if it pleases you. Tonight all is different”, he said.

 

“Yes, you are right, I would go beyond that. May I ask what you are being paid, two hundred mylady. Well, I pay four hundred. Now listen carefully, I will say this only once, I will double the fee to your favour if… , You are a good looking young man, good body, well trained. I kept looking at him, so young, so naive, and the next thing struck him as a for hammer: if … you are capable to waken my desires in such a way I will command you to lick my cunt. Is that understood”,

 

he stared at me, mouth slightly open, dry mouth, could not speak, just nod! And red of excitement, or embarrassment, he will tell. I stretched my leg, wearily. Showed him my gorgeous legs, a fine shoe, nylon cladded shins.

 

“And now its time to take of my shoes, and enjoy a proper foot massage!”

 

For a moment he seemed lost, but he soon recovered, and did grasp the notion of what was going on. I did not verbally accept my offer. But somehow I knew he did not turn it down. And he surely understood that it would take more than a scary rabbit to catch this Tigress! He knelt before me and took of my shoes, and started massing them. Soft at first but when he discovered I was not made of pastry he got the hang of a good and thorough massage. And these nylon clad feet were really sexy! And I think we can use the word exciting, I could clearly make out a bulge in his pants, it made me feel good. I leant backwards, and let the relaxed feeling wash over me. It was like a hot bath after a long cold journey, I could purr like a cat now. He took of the other shoe and I relaxed a bit more, be sure my skirt was lifting upwards and more of my precious secrets were revealed, my red lingerie which I really enjoy wearing. Well, this was the last help he was going to get, now it was up to him. To make the money or be the loser chef he resembled when he came in. But I admit, his erection and the wet spot in his pants were telling me enough.

 

“Dear G, its really very nice. Now I am going to take a shower, you think you can manage?”.

 

I stood up, looked down at him and held his gaze, when suddenly he took my legs and pushed his nose between them, inhaling the  sexy scent of nylon. By now I was sure he was ready for the battle that was to come. I went to the 2nd floor, my bedroom, undressed, took the night dress from the cupboard and went into the shower. Lovely, soapy, that’s enjoying a good life. And knowing dinner was on its way, I felt revived. Switched of the shower and felt for where the towel was. I should say, where I left it. because it wasn’t there,

 

“yes milady, I am here for you”

 

and he slowly opened the curtain. I am sure he never laid eyes on a glorious female like me, but he looked me in the eye, and help up the towel, He wrapped me in it and started patting to get it all dry,

 

“can you hold it milady”

 

and he knelt down on the bathroom floor, produced another towel and went drying my feet. Where he was cautious on the coach he was now getting bolder, he wanted to do this properly. Though inexperienced he sensually dried my feet, and kissed my toes. I held up my foot a bit and he sucked on my big toe, it went in his mouth, and I slowly started to fuck his mouth with it. O, that was heaven, felt so good. Now the other foot, and then he stood up. “Milady, here is your dress he said as he went into the bedroom. He held it up in a way as if he was going to do it. “

 

“don’t you forget something”.

 

“No milady, I think you will like it better as you are, but let’s discard the towel. Shall we?”

 

and he held up his hand in order to give him the towel. Where did all this confidence come from, this boldness? Was I mistaken by his 1st appearance? Well, I gave him the towel, and made sure he would see me properly. Now, please step into the dress, again he knelt before me, giving me good access. And I was sure he did not only look at my feet this time! He let me glide into the sexy dress, he was actually helping me, bit of accidently touching my breasts, slowly closing the zipper on the back. I stepped back, turned for him.

 

“And G, do you like it. milady, it is gorgeous as heaven. May I suggest a pair of shoes?”

 

He produced high heeled red strapped shoes, and maybe a matching lip gloss? He helped me in the shoes, again I had him at my feet, but his position had changed, he was not so much afraid as a rabbit or beaten as a dog, he was about to advance further to his prey. He stood up, I showed him my shoe, my leg, “you like it”? He nodded, that was all, may I take your arm milady, the table is waiting.

 

He led me down the stairs, let me make a full turn on the dinner floor and admired my dress.

“I should say, if you were to wear that dress every day the world would be a better place”.

 

I did not blush, but was pleased with his remark. He led me to the dinner table which was splendidly laid. I was, how shall I say it, exuberant! Flowers, all kinds of arty attributes. How he managed that in those few minutes he was alone, no idea. But he knew his trade, I was glad I made my bold proposition towards him; I glowed with the idea we were now heading for probably the most sexual meal in my whole life. True, he was a bit on the silent side, but the way he took affairs in his hands made me confident there was more to come, and to enjoy!.

 

“G, the table looks good, my compliments”

 

“thank you, but let’s not forget this is about food, and I think you will like the starter. Please have a seat”. And smoothly he let me sit, and how he managed to touch both my ass and breast in the same movement, I don’t know. But he kept amazing me!

 

And yes, when he brought the starters I was surprised, and very pleased. I had asked for some oysters to accompany the fish soup, but there was a dozen, and I love them.

 

“And do you know how we come to see these as love food, aphrodisiac”, G said. “Because of their shape. Upon close inspection, I would say they somewhat resemble the female sex organ. Though I did not have the chance to compare this with your splendid design. And I think this could be a reason why people in the past associated mussels with sexuality. Don’t you agree sexual appetite starts in the mind rather than in the body.”

 

And with this he brought the first Oyster to my lips. Now I could let him do it, or take control again. No, I took his hand and together we accomplished this delicate action. And it felt great; I could feel his hands were shaking. He would never ever have dared a thing like that before, but now, since I dared him! There came a new G! More sexy than ever. I was getting a glimpse of his mind.

 

“OMG, that is so amazing. Here, let me help you to one G, they are delicious. I still could feel the salty taste on my lips and tongue, and no I will not compare it to anything! It is just, good. He bent forward to let me have access to his mouth, I held up the Oyster and presented it to him, I watched it disappear between his lips, slithering like being alive. It made me so hot, and then he wanted to present me the next. No, I said, first a toast. This, Lady, is a fine Alsace wine, white, delicate, maybe not the ideal wine for Oysters, but it will mark a wonderful evening, and he opened the bubbly wine. He gave me a glass, we toasted, and I drank. I closed my eyes, as being in heaven. Suddenly I felt his lips on mine, and I gently opened mine and let my tongue touch his warm body, his teeth, his tongue. A sweet mixture of wine and salted water, I simple held it there glowing inside.  When I broke I saw he was dazzled, his eyes were vague.

 

“G, now the rest of these delicious animals!”

 

I must admit I wouldn’t have minded if all courses were as hot as this, not realistic! But somehow, our conversation sparkled, he was so much more table host, friend than my little chef! We had a surprising discussion during the main course, which he brought to table with so much ease. It was all so wonderful organised, he really could sit and talk.

 

“may I make a small confession, Lady, never ever before did I feel so confident in female company. Somehow they want to keep me small”. I looked at him, now what’s next? Some “pity me story”, that’s not going to work G. I need action; I need a confident man, not a confession.

 

“You see, whenever I date with a girl she wants me to be someone, maybe even something. I either be the puppy, or the scared rabbit, or the Big Male, I mean I know I look quite good. But as soon as I have said three words they compare that to their image, and then conclude it isn’t in line with my character. They look at me, and wonder, is he who I think he is. Then reach a simple conclusion. Hell no, he could be his own little petty self, you know, let’s throw him out of the window! And there I go, out in the cold. And with you, tonight, I feel like I can be whoever I like, you don’t mind. As long as you are in the centre of the attention. As long as I only care of taking care of you. And tell you what, that’s me. I like to take care of people, that’s what my job is about. And yes, when I go to all these older couples, the Lady of the House always pictures me as the ideal son in law, or the son they never had, or the “finally a nice son”. That’s how I play my part in the story I sell them. I service them; give them a performance, not only in cooking but all of it. The garcon, the wine connoisseur. And tonight with you, I was enchanted the moment you opened the door. And somehow, step by step I took off all the nonsense and I stripped until the core. Here I am, surrending myself to you. Being honest, for maybe the first time with a Lady”

 

Then he paused, looked me in the eye, and you know what. I somehow was emotional about this little confession. But just because what he said, there was so much more, so much unsaid. He was an iceberg of emotions. But aren’t we all. When I look back at my day, and look back at my anger, the moment my colleagues disappointed me, my friends let me down. I too was just adding useless aggressive emotion. His demure presentation stripped all that, and I felt weak. I saw a boy; I agree he was still a boy to me, but so much honesty.

 

“Well G, imagine you are with a beautiful lady, she has been nourished very well, The food was delicious, she is delighted with the company and must have some exercise before there is dessert. What would she like to do?”

 

Is there a more tempted thing to say, again I looked at him. Those big grey eyes, for a moment he sat without moving, Then he stood up, walked over to me, took my hand and made me stand up.

 

“Lady, may I have this dance?”

 

Fucking hell, I can’t believe it. I was offering him the most precious thing I had to give. Didn’t he notice? Or was he playing with me, like I was playing with him. Did he punish me; was this my punishment for leading him on? I was in control, all the time. I agree, he stepped out several time, but not like this! But before I knew we were dancing. And I could tell he had some lessons, there was some style. I could easily keep up, and I actually enjoyed it. And suddenly I became aware of the fact his hand was a bit lower than normal; his hand was slowly descending along my dress, towards the curve in my back where the spine touches the most divine flesh. His hand was slowly moving down, along the curve of my buttocks and finally resting with a secure grip of one of my halves peaches. He moved his body closer, so close he could not peek into my bosom anymore. And we danced a slow dance. There was music, but it didn’t matter, because we danced to our own tune.

 

I could sense his arousal, was wondering if he could restrain himself, in some way. And of course I was curious about his next move, would he throw himself at my feet and beg me to let him lick my cunt, or would he rip of my clothes and rape me, on the spot! I did not had to wait long, he let go of me and took my arm. Gently he guided me back to the table, “Lady it is time for a dessert”. When he came back from the kitchen there was an astonishing display of delicacies! That was what I called a grand dessert! And when he picked up a small cake and presented it to me, I could feel the liquid chocolate drip along my chin and on my nearly bare breasts. He lowered his head and I could feel his delicate tongue on my flesh, he was actually licking the chocolate from my breasts, it was very arousing. I must admit that. I could feel a very warm feeling spreading in my body, a final let go. I sighed, and said

 

“more chocolate G!”

 

and gave me another bite, now a delicious chocolate soufflé. I savoured the delicious taste with my eyes closed. I opened them and saw the desire in G’s eyes. I grabbed his neck and pulled him rough towards me, I let him share the divine taste in my mouth. I bit his lips, pulled at his tongue with my teeth, no trace of being gentle. I was washed over by an intense desire. Now I pushed him down, and he got the hint. Fell on his knees, started kissing my ankles, slowly caressing my knees, moving upwards to my thighs. For a moment I resisted him, held my legs tightly together. Then let go, I opened them wide. And hungrily his mouth attacked my cunt. His tongue dived directly on my moist cunt. I grabbed his head, pulled him closer, closed my legs so he could not go anywhere and held him there. My nails scratched the skin of his head, he moaned load, when I let go he was panting like Usain Bolt after 100 m. He was under my dress, now pulled the dress up and started licking my sensitive body. I could feel there was still a lot to learn but all the excitement of this wonderful evening was bringing me rapidly towards the point of no return, I opened my legs wide and let him have access to it all. Then it crashed in, a cry, cramps, my nails digging deep in his sensitive skin, pulling him closer and closer. For a while there was nothing, only wonderful sensation, a huge and devastating orgasm hit me. I was senseless, hardly noticed G getting up, putting my dress in a decent way, until he offered me some delicate drink. The glass at my lips, I opened my mouth, then my eyes and looked at my garcon, “well done G, you made my day!”