[Slave_E]

Something happened to me yesterday,
Something I can't speak of right away
Something really threw me
Something oh so groovy
Something happened to me yesterday.

Someone says there's something more to pay
For sins that you committed yesterday
It's really rather drippy
But something oh so trippy
Something happened to me yesterday


It is hard to believe, but the BF had invited me to dinner. He had texted me to dress as flashy and slutty as I could and to be at Spagos at 20:30. And he has added in a second message, that I was to arrive on time, already inebriated and ready to turn heads.

I didn't know what to make of it, but decided to live up to the occasion. What else could I do? I skipped lunch and went to my beauty parlour. My last expedition to the GREEN DOOR had left me spent and needy of attention.

After about 15 minutes on the sunbank wearing a skimpy bikini to work on my tan lines, a half-hour massage to activate my muscles, and a few glasses of Prosecco to soothe my fluttering nerves, I was ready for a real lavish professional makeup. I showed my makeup artist the slinky, tight and much too short strapless orange leather sheath dress I had chosen for the BF, and she suggested painting my nails the same orange, adding matching lipstick and eye shadow, and to use a lot of black around my eyes... I felt a welcome tingle down there and said I'd love it.

Home again, I stripped naked, went into each room of my flat and checked the cameras. They were working. I opened all the blinds and curtains, switched on all the lights, poured another Prosecco, sat on my sofa, streamed some porn and edged twice...

A quarter hour before my appointment, I donned a black lacy garter belt, sheer black stockings, my highest heels and the orange dress and - watching me in the mirror - realized that I did not only look "flashy and slutty", I would stand out like a sore thumb among the normal people at Spagos. My tits were nicely pressed together and pushed up by the dress, looking bigger than they really are. I watched them pensively and then added a black studded leather collar with a short leash. The leash dangled back and forth between my tits. I was not sure if it drew more attention to them or if it was more of a detraction, but whatever. I was sure the BF would get off on this detail...

I did not bother with adding a coat. I ordered an Uber, left the car at Alexanderplatz in only my dress, , found my way through a drizzling rain and the building sites blocking the front of the Park Inn Hotel and tottered into Spagos. I only needed to walk up a few steps to the bar, but everybody stared at my legs. The guys obviously loved it that I had to constantly tug the orange dress down to keep my modesty, and the girls looked embarrassed aside, only some were stealing a few hidden glances.

The BF sat on a bar stool, cell phone in hand, watched me approach and smirked. He told me to stand next to him, put a hand around my hips, made sure that my dress slid up and ordered drinks. The barman put a big Singapore Sling down in front of each of us, but the BF slid his glass over to me and said I would need both...

He turned my face to him and pulled me close. He opened his legs and I felt how he pressed his hard cock against my groin. He put his hands under my skirt, not caring where he pushed it, kissed me and whispered I was such a wanton slut. He inserted 3 fingers in my pussy and whispered he liked my attitude, and how wet it made me to be on display, and he was right. My juices dripped down my thighs and betrayed how much it turned me on to be eye candy for horny and lustful guys.

His fingers inside me, I took a cautious nip at the first cocktail. He grinned and said I should not be so thrifty and shy. Obediently, I finished the glass in one big gulp. He turned to the barman, and asked, "Isn't she a good girl?" But it was only a rhetorical question, he did not wait for an answer, instead he withdrew his fingers, turned away from me and busied himself with his smartphone.

Only when the second Singapore Sling was halfway finished, he looked up and ordered absent-mindedly a third one, and devoted himself fully to his mobile again. I stepped aside, tried to re-arrange my clothes, found I was too drunk to do it properly and contended myself with the third glass. I steadied myself by leaning against the counter, coolly holding the glass in my hand, and watched all the guys in the room watching me swaying in my high heels, happy that I did not care any more to tug my dress down all the time.

A smiling waitress arrived and told us our table was finally free. The BF got up and I followed him to the middle of the room, descending the steps down from the bar insecurely, in vain trying to avoid further baring my naked pussy. Sitting down awkwardly, I noticed that the BF had made sure that I faced the bar. Since the lounges were even lower than the already low tables, the distance between my feet and my knees was more than the height of the lounge, especially with my super high heels. No way could I sit without my dress sliding up. All the guys at the bar noticed, even some in the room as well. They all exchanged amused looks. They must have had a gorgeous view of my private parts.

When I dared to mention it to the BF, he nonchalantly replied he had been sure I would appreciate it. He said he knew how much I loved to be eye candy. And he added that the guys, as long as they were diverted by my pussy, would not notice my shamefully tiny tits. And that he was sure I would appreciate it.

Then he concentrated on the menu. When he had made up his mind, the smiling waitress appeared and he ordered the Salmon triple with Wasabi-lime-cream, Orange-oil-snow and Saibling caviar for me, and the Pumpkin coconut soup with smoked duck breast and the braised Tip Blade Roast on Root puree, Autumn vegetables and Pepper foam for himself. He added a glass of Prosecco Frizzante and a bottle of Riesling Schloss Schönborn for me, a glass of Moët Chandon Brut Imperial and a bottle of Rioja Reserva Castillo Clavijo for himself, and a bottle of San Pellegrino for both of us. And while we waited for our aperitifs, he gave me his mobile and told me to read this very interesting article from the Archives of Sexual Behavior 2020 he had found on the net while waiting at the bar:


Stereotypical and Actual Associations of Breast Size with Mating-Relevant Traits

Breast size varies substantially among women and influences perception of the woman by other people with regard to her attractiveness and other characteristics that are important in social contexts, including mating. The theory of sexual selection predicts that physical criteria of partner selection should be markers of the candidate's desirable properties, mainly biological quality.

Few studies, however, have examined whether breast size really signals biological quality or its components and whether observers accurately interpret these signals. The aim of our study was to determine preferences and stereotypes related to breast size: 252-265 women and men evaluated female digital figures varying in, among other characteristics, breast size.

Women and men perceived breasts in a similar way to each other: the bigger the breasts the higher the reproductive efficiency, lactational efficiency, sexual desire, and promiscuity attributed to the woman. In addition, big-breasted women were perceived as less faithful and less intelligent than women with average or small breasts. Small breasts were considered the least attractive.



(to be continued)