Sasha took a long shower. Her body was sore and her bottom throbbed, but she appreciated the luxury of being clean again. She looked at the mini-dress Gilles had left on her bed. Simple, black, short and inappropriate for a woman in her forties Sasha thought. A pair of black heels were parked at the bottom of the bed, and Sasha spotted a note on her dressing table.
‘Either wear no underwear, or put back on the panties you wore this afternoon.’
Sasha looked at the note and quickly decided she would be better off without any. She got dressed and walked into the living room.
“You look beautiful, Sasha,” Gilles complimented Sasha as she arrived. “And just on time, as our car should be here any moment.”
Gilles walked towards her and kissed her tenderly on the lips before sliding a hand up her dress.
“Yes, I thought you might choose to go without them,” Gilles said, before letting her dress fall back into place.
Gilles looked out the window to see their taxi pulling up. “Come, Sasha, time for dinner. You must be hungry.” Gilles took her hand, and they walked out into the evening, which was still pleasantly warm.
The journey took about fifteen minutes, and they were near the centre of town when the car indicated and pulled to the side of the road. The streets of Brussels were busy as Gilles helped Sasha from the car, before paying their driver who could not help taking a final look at Sasha’s shapely legs.
“The restaurant is a few minutes walk. There are cobblestones and you may wish to remove your shoes.” Gilles informed her.
“I think I shall be alright, if that is ok, thank you, Sir,” Sasha replied timidly. She was about to ask why they had not driven all the way to the restaurant but thought better of it.
After a few minutes walking, Gilles took Sasha’s elbow and they turned left into a small alley.
“Is it down here?” Sasha blurted out slightly alarmed by the grubby backstreet he was leading them into.
“No my dear, the restaurant is another couple of blocks away,” Gilles told her before continuing. “The restaurant is one of Brussels’ classiest venues Sasha. You are going to walk in there with your face covered in semen. Drop to your knees.” Gilles directed her.
“Oh my god, not here, Sir, please!” Sasha pleaded with him.
“Stop whining, on your knees, girl. As I said, you behave like a backstreet whore, so this is the perfect setting for you.” Gilles repeated his instructions, before taking a look back down the alleyway. Satisfied nobody was there, he dropped his trousers. Sasha saw his erection spring free as her master lowered his boxer shorts.
“Start sucking.” Gilles grabbed her ponytail as he gave the order.
Sasha dropped down and felt the pavement graze her knees. Opening her lips she began to suck her master’s cock once again.
Sasha glanced down the alley, it was narrow and their seemed to be no obvious entrances to the buildings on either side. She saw some fire escape ladders, but it was possible there was no other reason for people to come down this alley. She prayed that was true, as she continued to service Gilles’ manhood.
“Stop looking around, girl. Nobody is likely to disturb us, and if they do they will just assume you are a whore and leave us alone. Suck my cock like I know you can.” Gilles growled.
Sasha swirled her tongue over and around his shaft, shocked at how turned on the situation was making her too. Gilles moaned softly as his testicles nudged her chin, and he tightened his grip on her hair. Soon, Gilles was breathing heavily and Sasha felt his cock expand in her mouth as she slid her lips up and down it. With a guttural moan, his orgasm arrived. Sasha felt the familiar throb before the first pulse of warm semen hit the back of her mouth.
“Dirty married whore.” Gilles snarled as he pulled his cock from her mouth. Still holding her by her ponytail, Gilles spurted the rest of his load onto Sasha’s face, moaning as he did so. Sasha remained in place until he was done.
Gilles leaned against the wall for a moment, before wiping his dwindling erection over the top of her hair. When he was finally recovered, he lifted his underwear and trousers back in place. He pulled Sasha to her feet, and they walked out of the alley and into the throng of pedestrians filling the streets.
After walking for a few minutes, Sasha saw with dismay that Gilles was leading them towards a smart building. The entrance had a small awning, covering over a handful of steps leading into what was clearly a top quality restaurant.
“Good evening Sir, good evening, Madam,” a doorman greeted them holding the door. Sasha smiled awkwardly at him before seeing a handsome middle-aged man, who must be the manager, move towards them.
“Hello Sir, how lovely to see you again, and who is this delightful lady accompanying you?” The manager looked composed as he spoke, but Sasha could not miss the smile in his eyes.
Her face was obviously a mess, and she knew that her knees were looking scuffed and grazed too. Despite her state, Sasha made an effort to return Michel’s greeting with the brightest smile she could manage.
“Hello, Michel! Lovely to see you too and to be back at your wonderful restaurant.” Gilles replied warmly to the maitre’d as they shook hands. Sasha could see the two of them were acquainted.
“This delightful lady is Sasha,” Gilles continued. “Sasha, meet Michel, the manager of this excellent restaurant.”
In European fashion, Michel moved to kiss Sasha on the cheek as Gilles introduced them. Sasha wished the ground would open up and swallow her. She knew the manager must be able to smell Gilles’ semen which coated her face, but he remained impeccably professional and never said a word before leading them into the room.
At their table, Gilles and Sasha enjoyed a very pleasant dinner. Sasha allowed her master to order for her, and felt more comfortable after a couple of glasses of wine. Being seated also made her less self-conscious about the state of her hair and knees. But finally, their meal came to an end, and Gilles summoned the manager to settle their bill.
“I trust everything was satisfactory, Sir?” The manager asked.
“Absolutely, as always, Michel. Compliments to the chef, and your wine choice was excellent. Don’t you agree, Sasha?” Gilles replied warmly.
“Oh yes, the wine was excellent, Sir,” Sasha responded, immediately realising how she had addressed Gilles, and that this had not gone unnoticed by the manager.
Michel looked at her and smiled knowingly, before processing Gilles’ bank card. Sasha was visibly blushing as she returned his smile. Sasha looked across the table to see Gilles watching her as he waited for Michel to finish.
A car was ready for them as they left the restaurant. To Sasha’s relief, they made the journey home without any unexpected stops. Gilles settled the fare and led Sasha back inside the house.
“So, how did you like Michel then, Sasha?” Gilles asked, looking Sasha up and down as he spoke.
“Umm, the manager of the restaurant, Sir?” Sasha responded nervously.
“You know exactly who I mean. Yes, the manager. The man who you were flirting with.” Gilles held her gaze coldly as he spoke.
“I was not flirting with him, Sir.” Sasha protested. “I was being polite. I was uncomfortable with your semen all over me. That was why I was trying so hard to smile at him, Sir.”
“How dare you question me? And why should you be uncomfortable with my semen on your face?” Gilles confronted his sub.
Sasha looked sheepishly at her feet, realising quickly she should backtrack from the argument.
“Sorry, Sir. Of course, I belong to you, Sir. And I would not dare to question you, Sir,” she replied meekly.
“Go to the bedroom and strip,” Gilles instructed her. “Return here wearing only the underwear your wore this afternoon, along with your leash. I will not tolerate you embarrassing me, openly flirting with other men like some cheap slut.”
to be continued …
