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I try to hand you the napkin from underneath the table, but you take my hand and pull me up next to you at the table. "Just hold me. Our lunch will be here soon. I hope you can eat well with your left hand."

"I don't have much of an appetite. I would rather be doing other things." "I ordered you a decent meal and you will eat it, do you understand me?" "Yes, Master, I understand. I will eat my lunch and hold and caress you under the tablecloth."

The waiter comes by with out drinks, and you've ordered me iced tea. And coffee for yourslf. I wonder why the difference, until you lean over and whisper "I may just give you what you want for dessert. And I don't like the idea of scalding coffee sharing your mouth with me."

We sit there and chat while I hold you, your skin so soft, your flesh hardening under my touch. I'm finding it very difficult not to deliberately drop my napkin under the table. In fact, I'm just about to do so when our orders arrive.

Lasagne for you and a lovely mushroom risoto for me. You think of everything, including ordering me something easily eaten with one hand. I take a drink of my tea, and we both begin to eat.

I peek around the corner and see the icicles in your eyes. As I step out into the dining room, I stumble and catch myself. The frown on your face turns into a bit of a smirk, as you always like it when I'm just a little bit off balance.

I smile tentatively at you as I slide into the booth and make my way around to the place that has been set for me.

"Closer." I keep sliding, moving my coat from between us to the other side of the booth. You wrap your arm around me and pull me close, hugging me to your chest. You whisper in my ear "I've dropped my napkin, Pet. Can you retrieve it for your Master?"

I slip down beneath the tablecloth and grab your napkin, and when I look toward you to return to my seat, I see that your jeans are unzipped, and your cock is waiting for me.

As I turn the corner to go to the Ladies Room, I look back and see you pointing in my direction, and the waiter following me with his eyes.

I use the facilities and wash both my hands and my face, because I don't know when I'll see an indoor restroom again. While I'm running a comb through my hair, a woman comes in and says, "I've been asked to let you know that you have been gone long enough."

I thank her, and quickly put away my comb and head for the door. She calls after me from inside the stall, "He doesn't look like he tolerates being kept waiting well." "He doesn't. And I'm sure I'll hear about it when I get back to the table."

You hold my coat for me because it is still chilly, and as I slip my arms into the sleeves you whisper in my ear what will happen next.

"When we get inside, you will wait for a table while I use the men's room. You will not order anything until I return at which time you will excuse yourself and I will do the ordering."

"Yes, Master. I will wait for the table, and then for you. Should I order coffee at least?"

"I said to order nothing. They will bring you water and you may drink it if you are thirsty, but I will decide everything else this afternoon."

"Of course, Sir." "Good. I'm glad you understand. Now let's go inside."

You take my hand as we walk toward and then through the door. You leave your name at the desk, and excuse yourself, leaving me alone to wait for our table. You have requested a booth, and I am unsure why, but I'm not about to ask at this point. I take a look around, and see that this is a place that still uses tablecloths and cloth napkins. It is kind of a combination of a diner and an Italian restaurant, or so it appears.

The hostess leads me to a booth and I take off my coat and sit down to wait for you. The waiter comes by with water just as you return.

"May I be excused?" "Yes, you may. Don't be too long, though."

You pull into the parking lot, look over at me and say, "I suppose you had better put something else on, shouldn't you? Pity."

You have me wiggle into my skirt, bra and blouse there in the front seat of the truck, hidden from the view of the diners only by the lacy curtains hanging in the windows of the restaurant.

"You're getting pretty good at that, aren't you? I think next time I'll have to make it a little more difficult - perhaps a blouse that buttons down the back, or a dress..."

"I think this is hard enough, Master. I do have to reach around behind my back to put on the bra, and you've seen me struggling to get the sleeves of this blouse to go back on."

"True enough, I suppose, but I still like the idea of making it just a bit more difficult to accomplish. Perhaps if we were parked facing the windows that would give you something more to think about, and would make it harder for you to concentrate on getting those things on correctly. I'd love to see you walk out with one or more things on inside out... I think that would be very amusing."

I finish dressing, and you get out and come around to my door. You open my door and help me out of the truck, putting your arms around my waist as you do so. You slide your hands inside the waistband of my skirt, and start tucking in my blouse right there beside the truck. You turn me around and as you are tucking in the front of my blouse you slide your hands lower, and lower.

You begin teasing me, touching, rubbing, pinching in all the right places. "Please, Master. Please let me cum this time."

"Not yet, Pet. Perhaps later, in the restaurant."

You down about half your coffee and we head out for parts unknown, at least to me. We go on for a while, with you pointing out places of interest and areas where you're known.

Eventually we come to a little restaurant, one you haven't mentioned in your stories of vacationing in the area.

"I've been here before, but they don't know me, so we should be all right stopping here for lunch."

I reach up and quickly give you a peck on the cheek. You don't often allow this, but evidently you're feeling generous this morning as you reach inside my coat and pinch my right nipple.

I throw my arms around your neck and try to reach your mouth, but you turn away, saying that you aren't ready for me to have my satisfaction just yet. You aren't planning to keep me in torment during the entire trip, or so you say, but you are enjoying watching me squirm as you push all the right buttons.

"You were watching?" "Of course. How else could I have known that you resisted the cage? That was your biggest mistake, you know."

"But you've never made me sleep locked up. What if something happened? What would I have done?"

"You would have trusted that I would never put you in a situation where you were in any real danger. That was your second largest mistake."

You put your arm around me and give me a hug. "Nobody got a blue last night. Each of you rebelled in her own way. Even blondie's pet got a red. And she nearly didn't finish at all. She was furious when he was beating you."

"But I make a cute table? Is that something you'd like me to do for you? You have never really had me act as furniture, but if you would like..." "Perhaps one day, but not on this trip. This trip is about pleasing me, and I find it more pleasing to have you in my bed than on the floor acting as furniture or in a cage."

You put both me and my bag into the truck, strapping me in with the seat belt without saying a single word. You walk slowly around to the other side of the truck and get into the driver's seat, start the truck and pull out of the driveway onto the road.

We go about five miles before stopping at a gas station, and still you haven't spoken. I'm wearing just the stockings, heels and coat I had on when we entered the house and my hands are trapped under the seatbelt, and I'm just too nervous to start the conversation, so I just sit there and wait while you put gas in the truck and go to the men's room.

On your way back, you stop to pick up some coffee - two cups. At least I haven't angered you to the point where you don't want me to be comfortable. But boy is it getting hard not to ask you why you aren't talking to me. On the other hand, I'm not really sure I want to know.

You put one of the cups on the hood of the truck and open the door. You grab the other cup and place it in the holder closest to me. "Yours has cream," you declare. "Thank you, Master," I reply as you close the door and settle into your seat.

You pull the truck around to the side of the building and park where we can't be seen by anyone driving by on the road. "I'm not supposed to tell you what happened last night, so I just kept my mouth shut until I could get you someplace where nobody was likely to overhear us."

"I disappointed you, didn't I?" "Disappointed? No, I wouldn't say that. You did make a couple of mistakes, but so did everyone else. And that beating you took... I couldn't have stood that without crying out. I don't know how you did it. I understand why, but I will never figure out how you kept from asking him to stop."

"And you make a very attractive table."

I must have fallen asleep, because the room is suddenly full of light, and the door to the cage has been opened. I crawl out of the cage and, wrapped in the blanket, make my way to the door of the room.

There is a breakfast tray outside with a note. I bring the tray inside and place it on the table and then I read the note. It says I am to finish my breakfast and then find my way back to the bathroom I originally used to get ready. Evidently further instructions will await me there.

I'll eat in a minute, but first I really have to pee. I go to the bathroom in the suite and relieve my poor overfilled bladder, wash my hands and face, and return to sit down at the table and eat like a human being. Tea and toast, with a poached egg. Not too bad, considering whoever was doing the cooking probably had no idea what anyone would like.

I finish my breakfast, wipe my mouth on the linen napkin and, following instructions, leave the tray on the table. I open the door, leaving the blanket inside the room, and proceeded to attempt to find that bathroom.

The house is a maze, but I know that I'll be all right if I can find the front door. I go down one flight of stairs, thinking that we only came up one during the night, but evidently we came another way, because there are only bedrooms on this level, and it is at least one story above ground. So I try again, going back up the stairs and looking for another stairway. I finally find it, all the way at the back of the house, and use it to get to the first floor, outside the room we were in last evening.

I retrace my steps through the rooms (and they all look much different during the day than they had last night) until I come to the hallway inside the front door. Now I know where I'm going and I march directly to the bathroom door and throw it open.

The first thing I see is you, and I walk straight into your arms. I bury my face in your chest and you hold me tightly for just a moment. Then it is all business as I brush my teeth and get my toiletries packed for what sounds like an immediate departure.

You hold my hand as I pick up my bag, and you smile down at me. I see something in your hand, and you place it around my neck - a red ribbon. Second place. I look up at you and you let me know that you'll tell me all about it in the truck, so I get dressed quickly and we leave the house.

We reach his room and he lets me know what will be expected as my first task. There is a tea set on one of the side tables, and I am to be the table from which he eats. Hands and knees, tryin to keep my back straight so the tea doesn't spill and smelling the crumpets and lemon curd while trying to keep my stomach from growling. He takes his time, sipping his tea slowly and enjoying the entertainment on the closed circuit television while having his evening snack.

When he finally finishes and puts the plates and cups onto the other table, he begins to use me as a footstool. He continues to watch the goings on for a while, then yawns and says "Good night."

I don't know where I am supposed to sleep, so I ask if I am to sleep with him. "No, you'll sleep on the floor where pets belong." I ask for a blanket and he gestures to the open cage saying "there's one in there, just crawl in and get it."

I don't want any part of that cage, so I lie down and try to get some rest without a pillow or a blanket, but it is just too cold. I'm forced to go and retrieve the blanket if I want to be able to get any rest tonight.

I start in to the cage, and the blanket is all the way at the other end, so I have to be all the way inside before I can reach it to drag it back out. I try to do so, and find that the door has been closed and locked behind me. I am trapped, and it appears that I will be spending the night huddled in this blanket within a cage. I don't like this a bit. But I see no way out that won't create peoblems for you, so I simply sit there wrapped in the blanket and try to get some rest, hoping that when morning comes I will be released.

Finally one I feel confident of doing correctly. I know what you are wearing, and I know what your socks and shoes feel like, so if I just stay where I am you'll eventually come to me and I'll let you know who I am even if it means hanging on to your leg for dear life.

What I don't know is that you and the rest of the men have changed into robes and slippers, all of which are identical. So I have no real way of distinguishing you from where I sit, and standing is against the rules. Right now all I can hope for is that you recognise me before someone else decides that I belong to him.

There is someone standing in front of me, and I know it isn't you... too short and too wide. I keep shaking my head "no" but he has grasped my collar (believe me I'm trying to pull away from him) and appears to be about to claim me. I bounce my head on his shin in order to try to convince him that this isn't something he wants to do, but he seems to like the fact that I am fighting him. And I'm getting scared.

I don't know where you are, but I can smell you. You have to be close. I reach out and touch a familiar ankle. I pull on the robe, and you reach down with your hand only to have the wide man push it away and say "She belongs to me tonight." I grab your robe and refuse to let go until the blond man takes my hands and ties them behind my back so that I can no longer prevent you from choosing.

Again you reach out to me, stroking my hair and I'm sure you know who I am, but the blond man says that time is up and that you will be keeping whichever pet you're closest to when the lights come up. I feel you trying to crowd the wide man away from me, but when the lights come on you're still by my side and he is still almost directly in front of me.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to reach you, Pet. But I am confident he won't harm you in any way this evening." I don't know if that is a reassurance to me or a warning to the wide man, but it seems to be working as the latter because the wide man suddenly claims to have been mistaken in his choice.

"Too late," says the blond. "The decisions have been made, and your rooms have been furnished in the manner of your choosing."

He leads me out of the room and into an elevator before allowing me to speak. "Why did you choose me? I did everything I could to let you know that I wasn't yours."

" Because I wanted to see why he's so proud of you... what is it about you that makes him think he can win this with you by his side?"

"I wouldn't know, except that if loyalty is what is being judged then I should win hands down. I will bet that none of the other women are as loyal to their masters as I am to mine."

"We shall see, pet. We shall see."

He isn't getting the reaction he expected. The men are talking among themselves, and, lead by you, politely request a different sort of test, one that tests the loyalty and the will of the pet rather than merely her athletic abilities.

"Well, then. It that is what you all want..." And to a man, you shake your heads "yes".

"Then it is time to move on to something far more difficult. We shall see how well your animals know their masters. Follow me."

He leads us into a room that has no windows and is barely lighted. He directs the women to one side of the room and the men to the other before extinguishing the only light.

"Now find one another, without speaking. You have three minutes, and whoever you end up with is yours for the night."