[Slave_E]

His ring tone woke me at 2am. He has a special ring tone. A very loud one. One I can't miss. I have to be available at all times. Even in bed.

Originally Posted by Master

Meet me at Restaurant Wandel, Bernhard-Weiss-Strasse 6, Berlin Mitte, tomorrow 12am. Wear a white dress and pink panties. Bring the egg. If it's rainy, add your trench.

I could not go back to sleep after that. I wriggled between the sheets, my skin itchy and damp with sweat. When I finally fell back into a fitful slumber, I had a crazed dream about him doing weird things to my body. I woke up all wet and excited, peed, took a shower, had a short breakfast and decided to buy a dress.

Looking around H&M, TALLY WEiJL and Hollister nothing seemed good enough, but at American Apparel I found a great pair of fluorescent pink nylon spandex micro-mesh low slung panties and a white, short, low cut and almost see-through cami dress. With the brightly colored panties shining through the light dress, it was exactly the slutty attire he'd appreciate.

When I entered the restaurant, I was faced by a mostly male audience. To my left were a few bankers in tight-fitting charcoal suits and to my right a lot of undistinguished Berlin hipsters in skinny jeans and v-neck tees, some with shirts and jackets, most of them with beards and a surprisingly big amount of them with glasses. I wondered if they just wore them for effect.

I passed four guys who obviously had not been able to make up their minds - they combined jeans and combat boots with dress shirts, striped ties and black cardigans - and sat down close to four lost chav girls. They grinned and waved at me and put their heads together in a giggly conversation. One girl was wearing white Nike sneakers, black and white checkered yoga pants, and a red hoodie. The next one was wearing white fuck-me heels, skin tight shiny black leggins and a pink push-up bra, only scantily clad by a transparent black camisole. The third one was wearing black boots, a short pink tube skirt and a grey tee falling from her left shoulder, revealing a bright yellow bra. The last one was the most colorful, in bluish green Converse Low Chucks, formerly white cut-off jeans dyed in cyan, magenta and lemon, a white satin top and a lot of rainbow-colored bracelets. They all sported bare midriffs.

When the waiter turned up, I told him that the BF expected me to wait for him. He looked at me suspiciously and retired to the bar, keeping a watchful eye. Embarrassed I studied the menue. I was close to knowing it by heart when the BF's ring tone announced another order.

Originally Posted by Master

Go to the men's room. Insert the egg. Hang your trench on a hook in one of the stalls. Proceed to the urinals and pee standing up. Go to the sink and hold your head under the faucet. See that you wet your dress. Take your panties off. Dry your face with your panties. Tie your hair back. Use the panties as a scrunchie. Leave your sneakers in the waste basket. Throw your socks in one of the urinals. Go back to your table.

"You're such an obedient toy..." He ushered me to sit down and watched me pensively, but I avoided eye contact. He took in my naked and dirty feet, my knees pressed together nervously, my hands clutching my bag and my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my dress. He let his eyes returned to my lap, took my purse away, separated my legs and rubbed the inside of my thighs with the back of his hands. I shivered. "As much as I like your gap..." He opened the bag, searched its spacious interior, found the remote and linked it to his smart phone. "Don't you think it could be perceived as a little bit provocative to present your, well, yes, inviting body to a lunch crowd of mostly horny males in only a semi-transparent white dress with big wet splotches on it?"

The vibe came alive. Heavy beats pulsed through my body, making me sway to the rhythm. He watched me in amazement. "Do you recognize the song?" I didn't. All I knew was that it did wonders for my sex drive. "You look awfully hot in this skimpy dress, Sweetie." He toyed with the phone, the vibe's speed changed and I sucked in air. He smiled sweetly. "Did you buy it for me?"

The waiter arrived with a large dish of duck breast, fried vegetables and basmati rice. It smelled delicious. The BF pushed my purse to the side, took the dish and started to eat. All I got was a big cylindrical glass, decorated with a turquoise straw and a slice of orange, filled with a bright yellow liquid. I stared at the waiter. He shrugged. "It's your boyfriend's order. He wants you to loosen up... " I took a deep breath, unable to come up with a witty remark when the BF pushed my hand towards the glass and said, loud enough for the waiter to hear, "Oh Sweetie... come on... it's just a Screwdriver!" I met his eyes. He did not blink. As ever it made me feel like an ungrateful, stubborn child. I looked down and sucked at the straw. The drink was cool, but it burned my throat.

"By the way, I saw you at Laura's... " I was dumbstruck. What did he know about Laura? "I saw you in the hall with the young redhead. What's her name again, Claudine?" The Screwdriver and the music deep inside made me queasy. "You like her?" I blushed and folded my arms across my chest. "I surely appreciate your taste, Sweetie. Young Claudine's a shrewd girl. Laura's quite fond of her." He quirked his lips in a grin, leaned into me, kept the remote out of my reach, squeezed my nipples and gave me a wet kiss. It tasted of duck breast. "Given the lewd acts you performed that night, she did the right thing when she left before the show started. And Nadia took good care of everything that needed to be taken care of, don't you think?"

I squirmed in my seat, opened my legs and felt his hands on my knees. Moving up. I was dripping wet. "There's no need to be mystified..." His fingers slid in deep. "My parents are regular customers at Laura's Gallery. Why do you think I was there when you gave the nude waitress?" He withdrew his hands and held one in front of my face. "Of course I'm invited to her private shows." His moist fingers almost touched my skin. I opened my lips and licked it clean.

By the time he was done eating, I had downed a second Screwdriver. The vibrations deep down didn't embarrass me any more. They were strongly arousing. A big part of my brain debated whether I was turned on more by the vibe or by the Screwdrivers.

The BF sensed my confusion and gave my fuzzy brain something else to deal with. "Ok Sweetie... You are a horny slut... why don't you do some steamy selfies?" He knows me so well. I felt a big warm splurge of happiness pulsing through my body.

Still a small part of my brain was not yet drunken enough to willingly commit social suicide, but before it could interfere, the waiter arrived with another Screwdriver. I grabbed the glass and gulped it down in one big swallow. It muffled my thoughts and killed my scruples. I fished the phone out of my purse, pushed my hips forward and started to take candid upskirt photos of my hungry, yearning, gaping, wanting-to-be-filled hole. The waiter watched me incredulously. The BF remained unflappable and asked, "Given the bad lighting conditions, don't you think she'd better use a flashlight?" The waiter nodded emphatically. I changed the camera settings by the touch of a wet finger, leaving sleazy stains on the display. The resulting bright flashes made sure that everybody in the room noticed what I was doing.

The BF held his hand out for my phone and I gave it to him. He browsed through the pics, smirked approvingly and put the phone back into my purse, not switching it off, the pics still visible. "Get up and hang your bag on one of the coat pegs over there, Sweetie... no, not.... do not close it. Leave it open. You've got nothing to hide...." I crossed the room. He watched my ass. The floor tiles were cold under my feet.

To reach the coat pegs I had to ask one of the bankers to move his chair. Looking grim, he stood up and stepped several paces away. I hesitantly hung the purse on one of the pegs. My phone rang. It was the BF. I felt insecure under the banker's scrutinizing eyes, but I took the call. "I love you, my little darling..." Hearing his voice made me aware of the vibe buzzing away in my pussy and my juices running down the inner sides of my thighs. "Do not forget to set your SIM PIN to OFF!" I froze and looked over to him. He was moving fast towards the restroom. I defiantly shook my head. He smirked, "Why not?" and his voice grew sharp and biting. "You're not a 16 years old, blushing school girl any more... Stand tall and be proud..." He waved. "Look sharp! I expect you in the men's rooms in no time! Naked and without your purse!"