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Wedding

... another tap." I was sure Chanticleer was instructing me in a tone loud enough to be heard by other diners and had to hope they weren't paying particular attention. Mistress reached across the table and grabbed my face with her strong hand. "Do you thoroughly understand your role, my little bridal bitch boy?" she asked in a firmer voice. "Remember what happened the last time you displeased me? It will be much worse." I did remember the beating well and how long the marks had remained on my body. "Please don't make me do it," I almost whispered. She had glanced away, but her head immediately swung around, "What?" she demanded loudly. "Please don't make me do that here... it's so humiliating and I'm sure something bad will happen." I was almost begging. "Nonsense, you silly faggot, that's all been taken care of... but If you no longer wish to be my pet, that's fine too; I have plenty of other dogs in the kennel who would love to have your spot. Leave. Get up now and walk out... but never, ever, call me again." Now tears came to my eyes. I couldn't leave. I couldn't walk out. She was the only excitement in my otherwise dull existence. I loved her, worshiped her, and knew my life would never be the same without her. "No, No... please, Mistress, I'll do whatever you wish, I'm just frightened is all." "Well, then, you better get ready because I see my first course headed this way." I looked around and, sure enough, saw a waiter headed in our direction. I also noticed the couple ...

... across the way watching us intently. "Mussels for the lady," he said as he set them down in front of her. "Can I get anything for the gentleman," he asked, not even looking at me. I guess he had figured out who was making the decisions. "He's going to have a muscle, too. But he'll be eating mine." She announced with a wicked chuckle. "As you wish, Madame," he replied and, without a glance at me, backed away. "Get to work, slut," Mistress ordered. I started to slide under the table and as I did I looked briefly around the room to see who was witnessing my humiliation and saw the beautiful, elegant woman and her handsome male companion staring at me. They were chatting with each other while watching me and she gestured at me with her fork and said something to her friend. They both laughed and continued to observe while I maneuvered myself to the floor. In the darkness I worked my way between the Mistress's legs and watched as she slid her bottom right out to the edge of the seat. She lifted her skirt and I scooted forward on my knees to get my face in position. Even in her posture, it was very difficult for me to reach her ass, I could lick and kiss her cheeks and crack, but it was very difficult to stretch my tongue out far enough to reach her anus. She slid forward some more, until her rear was just dangling on the edge, but still, because of the angle, I was able to only slightly penetrate her rosebud with my tongue. I worked my tongue frantically, but knew she would be ...