Afternoon Tea at The Ritz London
It really is time that Sir treated you; after all you have been a diligent and dutiful submissive and you have been attentive to my needs.
That said this is no time to get comfortable, to relax and ease off your focus and take Sir for granted: you know very well what that will result in and why you really need to keep upping your game.
I have booked traditional afternoon tea at The Ritz London, a stunning hotel full of tradition, quality and service and exactly the place for me to show off what is mine. I know you will look fantastic and that you will not let your Sir down.
Will you.
We get the Tube from Kings Cross St. Pancras and head off to Knightsbridge on the Piccadilly Line as first I will be buying you a very nice and exclusive bra and panties set which you will be modelling for me when we get back to our hotel suite. The underground is as busy as ever with people jostling for position, all scurrying around getting to where they need to be as quickly as possible: very reminiscent of the hustle and bustle of New York.
We manage to get into the carriage, no mean feat given that the train is very full and we find ourselves at the end of the compartment, very close together. I can smell your perfume and feel your breath on my cheek as we face each other in the confined space.
I kiss you lightly on your lips and small your shampoo on your gorgeous hair, the hair I had been playing with last night when we had a really intense scene. I put my hands around your waist and position you with your back against the side of the carriage and you are standing slightly to my right hand side, making your body available to me as it should always be.
The train sets off, rumbling along the track with everyone moving in synch with the rises and falls of the rails.
I gently brush the back of my hand against the front of your nice tight black trousers and this gets your immediate attention: it is always essential that you respond to my touch and presence in whatever place we might be. You take a sharp intake of breath as my hand carefully undoes the zip and my finger brushes the fine texture of your panties. I feel the smoothness of you and you respond, your breath getting more erratic as I explore.
First just tracing the outline of your panties and then probing deeper, putting my finger gently inside them, feeling your warmth and wetness. You are not able to move, nor are you able to make any sound as I have whispered in your ear that this is not allowed. I tenderly tease your clit and feel that growing wetness that I seek, confirming that my submissive is always available, as you know you must be.
I am so tempted to make you cum right there and then, but I know that is what you would like, and need, so I refrain, carefully zipping up your trousers. After calling at Leicester Square the train empties and we have some space during the short hop to Knightsbridge and Harrods. Walking down the platform, holding hands we are totally connected, Sir and his submissive.
Harrods is a treasure trove of excellent items and I choose a gorgeous Dora Larsen Kiran bra and panties set which I know you will look stunning in when we go to Dinner later. I kiss your hair as we wait while the sale is processed and I lightly squeeze your hand in affirmation of your role.
I know that you are still warm and wet from the Tube and whisper in your ear that I know this and that being in that frame of mind, at my will, is central to your role. You fully agree.
Leaving Harrods we make our way back to the Underground for the short trip to Green Park and The Ritz where tea awaits.
Afternoon Tea is excellent, made even better by knowing that you were still warm and aroused by both the previous train ride and the purchase of your new underwear. You look stunning, my selection of your clothes and shoes were highly appropriate and you look every inch totally desirable.
And mine.
Leaving The Ritz, the question is, however, what would I do to you on the train ride back to Kings Cross St Pancras?
Let me see ………………………………………….