The Birthday Meal

Paula’s phone rings, it’s her best friend Carol.

“Hey Carol, what’s on?”

“On, is your eighteenth, tomorrow, I’m taking you clubbing, is what’s on.“

Paula paused, Carol was always press ganging her into… well whatever Carol wanted to do at any given moment. “I’m not sure, my folks are taking me out to Lucca’s in town for a meal”.

“Oh that’s perfect. What time’s your table booked“?

“Er, I dunno, eight.”

“Ooh perfect, I could get a lift into town with you, then we meet up after your meal. I’ll see you tomorrow at about six, six thirty”.

“Yeah, sure, although I’m not sure I’ll be allowed out after the meal”.

“Yeah you will”.

“Hmm, maybe, I’ll see you tomorrow,” 

Carol arrived early. When Paula came out of the shower she found Carol rummaging through her chest of drawers. “Hi Carol, what are you looking for”? She asked. 

“I’m looking for something you could actually wear to a club, that…” she indicated the long ethnic print skirt and long sleeved white blouse laid out on the bed, “won’t get you past the queues at a club.” Carol found what she was looking for. “Here, put these on”. She handed Paula a tight gym top and mini kilt. 

Paula laughed. “There’s no way I’m going out dressed like that, my folks will freak”.

Carol giggled. “You think, hmm, maybe, well, wear them under, er, that”. She pointed accusingly at the clothes on the bed. “Woah! Stop, what are you doing”. Paula had taken off her bathrobe and was stepping into a pair of large baby blue knickers. “No way babe, you’re not wearing your grannies knickers to a club. Hang on”. Carol rummaged in Paula’s underwear drawer. “Right, you have a choice”. Carol turned toward Paula holding up a sheer fronted thong in one hand and a pair of loose silk French knickers in the other. Paula weighed up her options and reached for the French knickers. Carol shook her head and laughed. “Nice try sweet tits, but no way. Put this on”. She handed Paula the thong. “Oh, and you’ll need these as well”. She reached into the drawer and slowly pulled out a pair of lace top hold-up stockings. “And your long black boots”.

Paula dressed in the clothes Carol had picked out and stood in front of the full length mirror. “Babe there’s no way I’m going out looking like this. Either tits or legs not both”. Carol thought for a moment. “Go with legs then”. The gym top was changed for a tight black polo neck with long sleeves and respectable clothing on top. 

“Okay, we’re nearly ready.” Carol said, as she raised her foot onto Paula’s bed. “Kiss first!” She raised her skirt revealing her freshly shaven pussy and lack of panties.

“Nooo, Carol, we’re gonna be late.”

“Better be quick then, c’mon I ain’t moving til you’ve got me wet.”

Paula sighed then knelt in front of Carol. She glanced up to engage Carol’s eyes. Carol was just looking around Paula’s bedroom, waiting. Paula put her arm around Carol’s one standing leg and pressed her cheek to her inner thigh slowly moving up until her tongue lapped the full length of Carol’s smooth pussy then back down wriggling her tongue between her lips. She enjoyed Carol’s pussy, it was… economical, no more flesh than was necessary to fulfill its purpose and a tight little clitoris easily accessible to her tongue or fingers. Not that she was asked to lick or rub it as often as she would like, Carol only got her to do anything like that occasionally to reinforce her dominance. Even then she didn’t need to, Paula knew she was the beta in the relationship, she continued licking, running her tongue in tight little circles around Carol’s clit, randomly dipping her tongue into Carol’s now very wet hole. 

She paused, looking up. “I think you’re definitely wet enough for your first cock of the night.”

Carol was instantly annoyed. Bending slightly she reached out and with infallible aim grabbed Paula’s nipple in a tight pinch. ”When have you ever known me to have multiple cocks in one night, you think I’m a slut? Apologise now!”

“Oh no Carol I didn’t mean that, I just…” In fact she new Carol to be a total slut, sometimes getting fucked three or four times on a night out. On one night, within minutes of arriving in town she had to wait for Carol as she was getting fucked in the stairwell of a car park. “I just meant, you’re really wet, it’s nice.” She smiled up at Carol. 

“Aha, okay.” She grabbed Paula’s head between her hands and thrust it between her legs. It was quickly evident to Paula that more licking wasn’t required as Carol wiped her wetness all over Paula’s face. Stepping over Paula she announced. “Come along, time to go, and don’t you dare wipe your face.”

At the bottom of the stairs they encountered Paula’s mum. “I was about to call you two, we’ve got to go soon. Paula! You’ve got a wet face, come here.” She said, advancing with a handkerchief. 

“No, it’s okay mum…”

Too late, mum was wiping her face with her hanky. “There you are honey, sweet as ever.” She gave Paula a peck on the cheek. “Happy birth-day, oh!” She paused. A casual observer wouldn’t have noticed the slight pause in the word ’birthday’, wouldn’t have noticed her inhaling taking in the scent, wouldn’t have noticed the tiniest involuntary shudder as the pheromones hit home. but Carol did, she noticed it all. She’d first considered the sexual possibilities of Paula’s mum, ‘Julia’ a year before when she’d surreptitiously watched her leaning on the corner of the washing machine during a spin cycle. “Um, I must find your father.” Julia set off toward the kitchen, slowing slightly as she passed Carol, looking directly at her. It was a look that told Carol everything she wanted to know. It carried annoyance and disgust, but most of all, it conveyed lust and desire and pleading. 

Just then Paula’s father, Clive appeared from the living room. “Is everyone ready?” He questioned cheerily.

Carol looked straight into Julia’s eyes nodding her head just enough for Julia to notice. “Yes, we’re ready.” 

“Shall we make a move then ladies?” Clive said, ushering Paula toward the front door. 

“You go on, get the car started, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Julia stopped at the front door blocking Carol’s way. Then turning to face her. “Clive is my dom you must ask his permission and anything happens between us Paula must never know.”

Carol nodded slowly. “Let me think about it, I’ll let you know later.” A further thought occurred. “You were going to invite me along tonight weren’t you?”

“Of course we were.”

Paula was already sitting in the passenger seat chatting with her dad. Carol opened the passenger door. “In the back!” She commanded. Her tone and expression left Paula in no doubt, this wasn’t open for debate. Carol made herself comfortable in the front seat, arranging her skirt pulling the hem line down then straightening the waistline gathering it slightly and raising the hemline above any measure of modesty. “Mmm leather seats, I love the feel.”

Clive drove through the early evening traffic, occasionally making conversation. But his passengers were too engaged in their own thoughts to engage with any enthusiasm. 

As they neared town, Carol turned to Clive. “Do you mind if I roll a cigarette, so I can have a smoke before we go in? Would you like one?”

“Go right ahead, not for me thanks. I gave up years ago.”

Carol carefully measured a pinch of tobacco, spread it across a paper, placed a filter then rolled it between her fingers over and over applying pressure occasionally to evenly distribute the tobacco, then slowly reversing direction to reveal the edge of the paper with the glue. Holding the cigarette at the filter with the glued edge protruding she raised her knees, let her legs fall open and drew the cigarette up her open vagina. With a flourish she turned the cigarette in one hand completing the roll and held it toward Clive. “Sure I can’t tempt you?”

Clive laughed. “Maybe later Carol.” Glancing in the mirror he caught sight of his wifes face. ”Maybe later.”

Julia, from her seat behind her husband, had watched the whole performance. “So this is it.” She thought. “I’m to be replaced by this … this slut.” She sat feeling resigned, rejected. 

Paula who as usual was staring out of the window daydreaming had missed the whole thing.

“Here we are.” Clive announced as he drew up outside the restaurant. “If you ladies jump out I’ll go park the car.”

Paula and Julia got out. Carol opened her door but didn’t get out. Choosing instead to rearrange the contents of her shoulder bag. As soon as she heard the rear door close she looked up, pulled her door shut and turned to Clive. “I need to talk to you, go, drive, please.”

Clive turned to look at her. “No, get out. I’m not going to allow you to spoil Paula’s birthday.”

“I wouldn’t do that Clive. And this will be to your advantage.”

“Convince me now quickly.”

Carol took a deep breath. “I want to use Julia, you can have me.”

Clive nodded, put the car in gear and slowly drew away. “You already have Paula don’t you? Why should I let you have Julia?” He held up a hand to quieten her. “Hold on while I make a call.” He pressed buttons on the steering wheel, the call came over the car speakers. He changed the table for the evening's booking to a private room. 

“Thing is, I don’t actually have Paula, she’s a masochist, what she wants is way beyond where I’m happy operating. Sure she’s mine for now, but she’s a painslut. She wants more.”

Clive was manoeuvring the car into a space. “I thought as much, I’ve come across some of her toys.” He turned off the engine and leant across the car over Carol  reaching between her legs and thrusting his middle finger inside her. “But Carol, I can have you anytime, why would I share my wife with you?”

She looked him straight in the eyes. “That’s simple, I turn her on, being submissive to me will make her so much more fuckable for you. And if she tastes you on me she’ll become desperate to please you. Tell me Clive, how often do you fuck her ass?”

“None of your business Carol.” Each syllable punctuated by thrusting his finger hard into Carol’s pussy. 

“I promise you Clive, within a month she’ll be asking for it, after two months she’ll beg for your dick in her ass.” As she spoke she removed Clive’s hand from between her legs, unfolded his index finger alongside his middle, put it back at her entrance and pulled it hard into her. 

“Okay, you can use her. But strictly on loan, you won’t have ownership.” He pulled his wet fingers from Paula’s hole and after pulling her mouth open with the heel of his hand he put his fingers deep in Carol’s mouth. “No gag?” He asked. Carol shook her head and pushed further onto Clive’s hand. ”So that’s Julia. What about Paula? I think we could work together. Yes?” Carol nodded while vigorously licking at Clive’s fingers. “I’ll find a safe sadist, it’ll be your job to give her the right nudge, steer her toward the man I choose, yes?” Again Carol nodded. Tears were starting to form at the corners of her eyes. “Okay, we’re agreed, come on let’s go and join them. We could have some fun tonight, I have an idea, I’ll tell you while we walk. 

Paula and Julia were already seated in the room sipping gin and tonics talking quietly, when Carol and Clive arrived they both received withering accusatory stares from Paula. Julia just lowered her eyes. 

“Really Carol?” Paula began. “On my birthday! With my stepdad?” It was a term she never used, even though it was technically true Clive had been around since before she was school age. She thought of him as her dad, her father. Using that term, she knew would cut him deeply. 

Carol protested, holding her hands up. “Paula, babe, I promise I did not fuck your dad. Honestly.”

”Alright alright, Carol sit down.” Clive took control. Taking his own seat he looked at each of his women in turn. “We had things to discuss. Firstly…” He took Julia’s hand in his own. “Julia, you are now and always will be mine, I love you, nothing will change between us.” Julia visibly relaxed, mouthing ‘I love you’ back to her husband. “Paula, you should know the truth, your mum has been my submissive ever since we first met. You may have suspected as much.” Paula nodded. “And you Paula, you have fewer secrets than you may think, your mum and I have more than suspicions.” He raised his hand to quiet any response. “It’s okay, so long as you’re safe and happy.” He paused, looking at Carol. “As for this troublesome little slut.”

At that moment a waiter entered the room. “I’ll come back.” He announced, as he turned and left. 

Clive continued. “Carol will continue as your domme Paula. In addition, Julia, Carol has my blessing to use you as she wishes. You will obey her as if she were me, and I will use her as I wish. Do any of you have anything to add, any questions?”

Carol waited a couple of seconds, it was clear neither Paula nor Julia was going to speak. She leaned forward elbows on the table. “Yes! I have something to say.” She looked down and murmured under her breath. “I’m not a slut.” Looking up again addressing both the other women. “Since I now have control of both of you.” She looked from one to the other. “Take your panties off and pass them to me.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other then turned to Clive, who merely directed their gaze back to Carol. 

Paula snapped first and reaching down started gathering up her long skirt. 

Carol laughed. “Paula, take off that ridiculous hippie skirt, you’re not fooling anyone now, and your grannies blouse too. Julia, problem?”

“I can’t, my skirt, it’s too tight.”

“Hmm yes I see. Clive, would you lend Julia a hand please. Her skirt’s too tight. I think there’s a small slit and a seam at your side.”

Clive caught on quickly. “Aha, of course.” Leaning over he grasped the material either side of the slit and pulled jerking the seam apart inch by inch. When he reached the top of Julia’s stockings he looked to Carol. “How’s that?”

“Let me see.” Carol put her arm around Julia’s shoulders and leaned in, bowing her head to see the tear, putting her neck to Julia’s mouth. “Hmm, I think she might still struggle, let me just…” She tightened her grip around Julia’s neck, grabbed the upper edge of the slit and pulled. The tear opened up to Julia’s hip. “That’s better.”

Julia closed her eyes and held her cheek to Carol’s neck inhaling deeply. As Carol pulled away Julia smiled weakly at her. “Thank you Miss .”

As she sat back in her seat Carol held her hand out toward Paula. “Give them to me.” 

Paula held up her thong by a string and dangled it before dropping it into Carol’s hand. Carol took the thong and laid it neatly on Julia’s side plate. Turning back to Paula. “And the skirt and blouse please.”

“Hello folks, I’m James, I’ll be your waiter this evening, would you like to order?”

Clive took charge. “Is everyone happy ordering their usual? Yes, okay.” He made the order along with a round of drinks. 

The waiter was turning to leave when Carol called him back. “Excuse me James, would you do me a favour, would you take these things and put them in the bin?” She held out her arm open handed toward Paula. “Paula give those things to James please.”

Paula looked worried clutching her skirt and blouse on her lap. “No, please Carol, I like this skirt.”

Julia put her hand on Carol’s shoulder. “Carol please, it’s her bir…”

Carol turned on Julia . “How are you progressing with your panties Julia?”

“I was waiting until…” She tilted her head toward James. 

“James, would you be offended if Julia here removed her panties while you wait for Paula’s rubbish?” 

James started to laugh but from Carol’s expression quickly realised it was a serious question. “No I don’t mind, it’s a private room you can do as you please.” He glanced at Julia reaching under the remains of her skirt and added, “within reason of course.”

Carol turned her attention back to Paula. “So you want to keep your hippie skirt do you.” Paula nodded. 

“Give James the blouse. But now James is short of a skirt for the rubbish.”

Paula immediately saw what was coming and bundled up her surplus skirt and thrust it into James’ arms. 

Carol held her hand out to receive Julia’s panties. “Thank you James, we’ll let you know if we want anything else.”

“Thank you miss. Would you like me to put these, er…” He indicated the panties which Julia was placing in Carol’s hand. “In the bin?”

“Oh no thank you James, we’re not quite finished with them.”

“Thank you Miss , I’ll get your drinks.”

“So Julia, red lace, very pretty and very, moist.” She pulled the top of her skirt aside revealing white stockings. “But they don’t match your stockings. Clive, is she always this slap-dash with her wardrobe? And so wet?”

“Used to be immaculately dressed always, and ever ready.”

“You use…” Julia began her defence but immediately thought better. Bowing her head she pulled her skirt back over her thighs and smoothed it down. 

“Well Clive, I’m sure things will improve.” Without even looking Carol reached down and pulled Julia’s skirt open again, tugging a little as she did. More stitches parted at the seam. “Oops.” She said, smiling sarcastically at Julia. 

“Ladies.” Carol threw Julia’s panties to Paula then leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You each have a pair of panties, hide them inside your pussies before James gets back with the drinks.”

Paula started gently trying to push Julia’s damp panties inside herself, but the lace, though pretty, was coarse and rough against her tender opening. Julia sat staring at Paula’s thong. 

Carol leant toward Julia whispering in her ear. “Julia, if any underwear is visible when James returns, I’m going to ask him to assist you, and you’re going to let him.”

Julia took up the thong, wrapped the string into the front piece and with little effort pushed it between her legs. 

Paula was still struggling as James returned with a tray of G ‘n Ts. She smoothed her mini-kilt over her thighs and put her hands in her lap. On looking down she found her stockings had slipped revealing a band of flesh on each leg, as nonchalantly as she could manage, she pulled them up. Nonchalant or not James’ eyes were magnetised.

“Mmm! Gin and tonic, Thank you James. Do you notice anything different on the table?” Carol asked. 

“Er, yes Miss , no knickers.”

“Haha yes, well spotted. Can you guess where they’ve gone?”

“Have the ladies put them back on Miss?”

“Good guess James. No, Actually, I told them to hide the knickers up themselves.” Carol paused waiting for James to stop setting out the drinks. She spoke seriously. “James we are playing some extreme games here, sexual games. If you want no part in them, or would rather we didn’t then please say so.”

“Oh no Miss, this is your room, it’s private, you can do as you wish and actually I’ve already told the rest of the staff they’re not to come in here.”

“Well done James you’re ahead of me. So, we don’t want you getting into trouble, but would you like to help?”

“There won’t be any trouble. I’d love to help, I am your servant Miss.” He gave a small bow.

“Thank you James, wanna start now?”

“Absolutely.” 

“Okay. Julia, as you can see, has hidden Paula’s knickers.” As she spoke she pulled Julia’s skirt open and pushed and pulled her legs open. 

“Miss, are you sure they’re inside her, she’s not just sat on them?”

“Oh James! You’re so devious. Would you like to check for me?”

James looked to Clive. “Sir, with your permission?”

Clive waved him away. “Don’t ask me James, Carol’s running the show tonight. She has my permission.”

James touched Julia on the shoulder. “Would you stand please ma’am, and place your feet one either side of your chair.” 

As soon as Julia stood, placing her feet as instructed a thong fell from beneath her skirt onto her seat.

“Ah!” James held up the thong, smiling at Carol. “A lucky guess Miss, a lucky guess. I think Miss, a punishment is in order. May I?” James pulled Julia’s chair aside. “And perhaps at the same time I can demonstrate that your privacy here is assured.”

Carol nodded. “Please James, entertain us. Julia.” She gave Julia a stern look. 

James, already standing behind Julia, took hold of the waistband of her skirt and rotated it putting the split seam at the back. Placing his hands on her shoulders he turned her to face him. Smiling at Carol he unbuttoned Julia’s blouse. “I’ve always thought, humiliation is never wasted on a sub.” Julia’s blouse fell to the floor. “Sir, would you mind undoing madam’s bra strap.”

Clive rubbed his hands together. “Certainly young man, let’s see if I can…” With one had aloft like a sword fencer, he reached out with the other, seeming just to touch the clasp, Julia’s bra fell loose. “Oh yeah, I’ve still got it.” Clive celebrated. 

“Thank you sir, neat trick, you’ll have to teach me that one.” James slipped the straps off Julia’s shoulders and pulled her bra down and off. “Turn, put your hands and forehead on the table.” He paid no attention to Julia positioning herself, instead he had taken a pen knife from his pocket and was working at Julia’s bra. In moments he’d removed the wires and discarded them. Putting a finger in the middle of Julia’s back he pushed down. “Madam, you should know better, in this position your back should be dished.” Taking a side plate from the table he placed it on Julia’s bare back. On the plate he placed a wine glass. “Madam, take great care not to allow this wine glass to fall.” He bent, whispering in her ear. “I bet you wish you’d hidden that thong up your cunt now don’t you?” Kneeling behind Julia, James gradually stuffed both her own bra and Paula’s thong into her pussy. “There, hidden. That was easier than expected. My compliments to you sir, her cunt is wetter than an otter’s pocket.” As he spoke he removed the glass and plate, raised Julia to a standing position and rotated her skirt, putting the split at the front. 

Clive laughed. “Must be to do with your expert handling James.”

“You flatter me sir.” He swung Julia’s chair in behind her. “Please sit ma’am. I believe I have time to check the second knicker hiding.”

“Well I for one…” Carol began. “…hope you find fault. Paula…” she leant over and pinched Paula’s nearest nipple. “…is a bit of a painslut.”

“Is that so Miss?” James walked around the table touching Clive on the shoulder as he passed. “Your daughter sir, may I?”

Clive smiled and waved his arm. “I refer the honourable member to my previous response.”

James put his hand firmly on Paula’s shoulder and pulled her chair away from the table. “Legs open please miss, and raise your skirt.”

Paula obeyed. 

Both Carol and Clive reacted together. “Oh dear”, “Oops not hidden”, “Forfeit time”.

James put two fingers against the panties hanging from Paula’s pussy and pushed pulsing as he did, gradually working the panties inside of her. As the panties slid inside her and James’ hand pressed against her clitoris Paula groaned and thrust her hips. James immediately pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy. “Not yet miss, not yet. Raise your arms please.” Paula’s top was pulled off over her head and thrown aside. “Kneel at the table please miss.” Paula did as asked, kneeling down resting her chin on the table. James laughed. “No no miss, kneel up please, nipples at the edge of the table.” Taking hold of one of Paula’s nipples he pulled it onto the table and pressed it down with one finger, with his other hand he took up a fork, tested the tines against the back of his hand then dangling the fork vertically carefully placed the tines behind his finger to hold Paula’s nipple against the table. “Miss, would you place the heel of your hand on the end of this fork please? Now, miss, I’m going to remove my finger. You will keep your nipple in place, don’t dare let that fork move. We do have sharper implements.” He arranged a second fork just as the first on Paula’s other nipple then stood back and admired his work. 

Paula, already was breathing more heavily, her head bowed focusing on each of her nipples in turn, not knowing just how much pressure she needed to apply to the forks but erring on the side of too much. Feeling her mother’s panties inside her and the pain as she pinned her nipples to the table, she hoped that James recognised her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing wasn’t from embarrassment or discomfort, it was arousal driven by pain. 

“I shall go and get your main courses, they should be about ready I think.” He turned to leave, then turned back. “Miss Carol, it might be best not to play with miss Paula’s clit, this is ra…” He was interrupted by Carol. 

“What, this clit, you think I shouldn’t play with this clit?” Carol reached between Paula’s legs and scratched a finger nail up her clitoris. 

James bowed curtly, “As you wish miss.” he turned and left. 

Paula was clearly struggling, as Carol scratched her clitoris she couldn’t control the thrusting of her hips. The movement of her hips rippling up her body, through her arms, transferring stabbing jerks to her nipples. 

Clive looked sternly at Carol. “Perhaps Carol, you would do well to remember, I could if I wished allow James to play with you as well.”

Carol sat forward putting her hands on the table. “Sorry Clive, couldn’t resist. James is quite a find, where did you find him?”

“I didn’t find him, I thought you’d arranged this?”

“No, not me!”

“So, by pure chance we’ve met a sadistic dominant waiter!”

“It was me.” Julia mumbled while staring into her lap. 

“What!” All three chorused. Then all eyes turned to Paula as the sound of a fork falling and rattling across the table.

Paula groaned as she turned to Carol. “Please put it back Carol, please.”

“I don’t know if I should babe.” She looked at Clive, he nodded. “Alright babe.”

Carol picked up the dropped fork and put it against Paula’s nipple, but without the nipple being pulled and pressed against the table she couldn’t pin it down. 

“Wait, let me get it in the right place.” Paula pinched her nipple and pressed it against the table.

The door swung open, James entered carrying two plates. “Oh dear, lost fork.” He mused as he put the plates in front of Clive and Julia. 

“Actually James,” Clive replied as he waved Carol and Paula to take the forks away. “you’ll have to let this one go. We’ve just learned, we’ve been set up. Any comment?”

“No no sir, none of this was planned, all I knew beforehand was that I had the opportunity to meet Paula. Nothing more.”

Clive turned to his wife. “Julia, what was your part in this?”

“I found James online. I’ve been reliably informed he is a safe sane sadist. You and Carol changed the plan this evening. This should have been a nice family meal, and Paula would have met a charming waiter.”

“Can I say something?” Paula interrupted. 

“No! James, I’m satisfied that you’re merely reacting to circumstances this evening. And so, with one proviso, you have the floor.”

“The proviso sir?”

“Julia has gone behind my back in arranging your meeting with Paula, give her a forfeit please.”

“Of course sir, let me bring the rest of your food.”

As James left Julia turned to her daughter. “Darling, I just wanted you to be safe.”

“Just leave it Jules.” Clive said. 

The door opened and a waitress entered carrying plates, closely followed by James. “Sir, please allow me to reassure you. This is Colleen, she is a submissive masochist, she is entirely trustworthy and discreet. I believe Julia and Colleen have already met.”

“It’s alright James, we’re all good. Time to eat, ladies dig in!”

“Just one thing sir, a forfeit. Colleen.” The girl moved to Julia’s side took hold of a nipple and pulled it. James meanwhile pulled a length of thin cord from his pocket, he wrapped it around the nipple Colleen was presenting and knotted it tight enough that Julia winced. Colleen then took Julia’s wrist holding it tight against the side of her tied nipple. James tied the nipple to the wrist. They then repeated in mirror image with Julia’s second nipple. They put knife and fork in her hands and wished her, “Buon appetito.”

Clive laughed. “James, you're wonderfully devious.”

Quietly they ate their food, the two girls and Clive taking time to watch Julia carefully moving food from plate to mouth, each mouthful stretching her nipple forward then raising it upward. 

Carol broke the silence, holding up her glass. “Paula! Happy birthday!” They clinked glasses and drank.

“Mmm, happy birthday darling.” Clive clinked and drank. 

Julia set down her fork and attempted to reach her drink, despite stretching breast and nipple she couldn’t grasp her gin and tonic. She stood and leant forward to pick up the drink then extended it as far to her daughter as she could. “Happy birthday darling.” Paula leant across the table clinking her glass. Julia attempted to drink, the glass though stopped an inch short of her mouth. She pulled harder and though her nipple was incredibly stretched and pained she drank. Lowering her glass she smiled at Paula. “Cheers honey,” She chuckled as she sat putting down her drink, under her breath, almost inaudible she said, “not the only painslut in the family then.”

James and Colleen returned as they finished eating, Colleen cleared the table as James removed the cords from Julia’s wrists and nipples. As he stood behind Julia massaging the blood supply back into her nipples he asked, “So who’s for afters? I can highly recommend the gelato for the ladies, perhaps tiramisu for you sir?” At the mention of gelato Colleen smiled and nodded at Paula. 

“Sounds ideal James, make it so.”

“Very good sir, I’ll be back shortly.”

Clive put his hand on Julia’s shoulder. “How’s the nipples?”

Julia thrust her breasts out and shimmied. “They’re fine.” She laughed. 

“Yours Paula?” Just like her mum she shimmied. “My nipples are fucking awesome thanks dad.”

“Carol! You’re quiet. Could it be that you’re nervous that James might pay you some attention?”

“Oh no! Not happening. I’m no painslut.”

“Hmm, nevertheless, in my company you will be submissive, so get your top off.”

In one fluid movement Carol pulled her top off and threw it to the side of the room, she shimmied at Clive. “My nips are fucking awesome too.”

Colleen and James returned, she gave Clive a large helping of tiramisu. James placed a lazy susan in the middle of the table which he slowly rotated. “Here ladies are your gelato, one of which is fifty per cent chef cum. He continued slowly rotating the lazy susan, “Ladies, select your desert. I must add, anyone who doesn’t finish their dessert will be walking to the taxi and going home tonight dressed exactly as they are now. For you sir, if you can guess which lady has the ‘extra protein’ dessert, Colleen here will suck you off during coffee.” Colleen curtsied and smiled at Clive. 

Julia studied the rotating desserts carefully before selecting one. Paula quickly took the next leaving Carol no choice, she took the last. 

Clive began eating his dessert while carefully watching each of the ladies in turn as they ate their gelato. “James?”

“Sir?”

“There isn’t any additive in the tiramisu is there?” He waved his spoon accusingly at his dessert.  

“Oh, yes sir there is, there’s er…” he paused, pointing a finger at the tiramisu, “… there’s kahlua in that.”

He laughed. “Good one James. How’s your gelatos ladies?” A chorus of mumbling and murmuring was the response. 

A couple of spoonfuls later Carol threw her spoon into her bowl. “I quit, I’m not eating that fucking shit.” She grabbed her drink and downed it. “I don’t believe I ate that. Fuck!”

Presently Julia and Paula finished. “Well sir, what do you think, who had the ice cream and who had the cum cream?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but, I think, Carol, j’accuse!” He pointed at Carol. 

“Colleen, would you check please, and reveal who had the gelato special.”

Colleen collected the bowls checking the bottom of each as she stacked them. After she checked the last, she looked at Clive then James, then moved to stand behind Carol. “It was this one.”

James took the bowls from Colleen. “Four coffees then, I’ll go and get them.”

“Strong one James, a very strong one.” Carol demanded. 

Colleen sank to her hands and knees and crawled under the table. Clive stood, dropped his trousers to his ankles and sat back down. 

Julia gave him a look of disapproval. “Really!”

“Darling, you’ve had your pussy and your tits played with tonight. Are you suggesting I should abstain?” 

“Well, no, but I wanted it.”

“Aw honey, don’t you worry, I’m pretty sure Carol has plans for you.”

“What about me?” Paula pleaded. “It’s my birthday. Are you all just going to leave me on my own?”

“I’m sure we can sort something darling.” Clive assured her. 

James returned with a tray. “Coffees!” He gleefully announced. “Miss Carol, extra strong one for you. Would you like anything white and creamy in that?”

Carol wasn’t amused. “Fuck off James, you’re not funny.”

“Miss Paula, coffee?” James continued serving,  punctuated occasionally by a bump on the table as Colleen hit her head. Having finished serving he returned to Paula, pulling a chair up to sit facing her. “Paula, may I.” He asked as he reached for her breast. 

“A little late to ask, isn’t it James?”

James smiled. “That was just playing, a performance. This is more personal.”

“You may.”

“How are your nipples, sore?” He cupped a breast rubbing her nipple with a thumb. 

“No, they’re fine, I enjoyed it. Actually James, if I’m honest,” She paused leaning closer and whispering. “I was a little disappointed you didn’t get to the sharper things.”

“Perhaps another time, you will have one more test tonight though.”

“Ooh, what is it?”

“And spoil the surprise, no. I’m sure you’ll do me proud.”

Colleen emerged from beneath the table and smiled at James. 

James talked across Paula. “Carol, your language tonight…” Without looking round he beckoned Colleen to Carol’s side. “…has been very unladylike. You will learn to moderate your language in my company. Colleen, carry on.”

Colleen took a handful of Carol’s hair in her clenched fist pulling her head back, with her other hand grabbing her chin. The instant Carol opened her mouth to protest Colleen spat Clive’s cum into her mouth and followed it with a kiss sealing her lips around Carol’s. For a few moments Carol struggled, but Colleen was stronger, Carol swallowed and Colleen broke the kiss. 

Carol looked furious, but kept her anger from taking voice. 

James stood behind Carol one hand on her shoulder, the other roaming about her, smoothing her hair, tracing the line of her jaw… “Sir, I suspect you’re going to have an uphill struggle taming this one.”

“Yes, I think you’re right.”

Without warning Carol thrust forward and bit James on the forearm. 

James looked down, surprised. 

“Carol don’t!” Paula put her hand on Carol’s arm. 

“It’s okay Paula, not the first time I’ve been bitten.” Carol had released him though. “I’m a firm believer Sir, a sub should never be punished in anger,” he patted Carol on the head. “I prefer a more considered approach.”

Clive nodded in agreement. “James, you’re a man after my own heart, and you run an excellent dinner party. But, I think it’s time to take these ladies home.”

“Of course sir, Colleen, a taxi and the bill. There is one more thing to do sir.” He motioned Julia and Paula to stand and join him. He stood them face to face , toes almost touching, legs apart, eyes locked on each other.  “Paula, retrieve your thong and Julia’s bra.”

She didn’t hesitate, reaching between Julia’s legs she found her opening and pushed her thumb and finger in, finding the material she pinched a little of it and gently pulled. The material slid easily, as Paula gathered it in her hand and pulled again. She checked that her thong was present and held up the handful of wet material to James. 

“In your mouth please Paula.” In his peripheral vision he noticed Carol retrieving her top. “Carol, don’t you dare put that on.” Paula had begun stuffing the wet underwear into her mouth. “Julia retrieve your knickers please, same as Paula.” As Julia stuffed, James retrieved her blouse and held it for her to slip her arms in. He picked up Paula’s top and gathered the body ready for her to pull over her head. He lifted it for her to put head through but she just shook her head at him. 

“No top.” He asked. Again Paula shook her head. 

“Going in the taxi like that?” She nodded, standing proudly, smiling at him. A dribble of liquid escaped from her smile, ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. 

“Okay, well I think you’re all ready.”

Clive put his arm around James. “James, have you got Paula’s phone number?”

“Er, no, I…”

“Jules, what is wrong with kids these days.”

Paula became animated making writing signals. Julia provided a pen from her handbag. “Hold on darling, I must have a piece of paper here too.”

Paula shook her head, instead she sank to her knees in front of James. In no time she had his cock in her hand and was writing her number on his shaft. She finished by putting three little crosses on his glans.

Colleen appeared, “Your taxis here, I’ve texted the bill to your phone sir. There is one party still in the restaurant, would you like me to divert their attention as you leave”

“Thank you Colleen, the evening wouldn’t have been complete without you. Ladies, shall we?”

Unseen, Colleen pressed a piece of paper into Clive’s hand. 

James led the way through the restaurant stopping only to collect something from a drawer along the way. At the door to the street he stopped turning to Carol. “Miss Carol, since you choose to bite like a dog.”  he placed a collar on her neck and clipped a lead to it. “You’ll walk to the taxi like a dog. Get down on all fours.” Carol crossed her arms hiding her breasts and turned away from James. He talked quietly in her ear. “Do you really want to make a scene Carol? I promise, you will come off very badly if you do.”

Carol gave in, getting on her hands and knees. James handed the lead to Clive. “Mostly well behaved sir, is occasionally petulant.” He opened the door and the group stepped out of the restaurant. 

James helped the ladies into the back seat. “Ladies, Clive, it’s been a pleasure entertaining you this evening, I hope we’ll meet again soon.” He closed the door, then immediately opened it again. “One last thing ladies. What kind of establishment do you think this is, there was no cum in any of the gelatos!” He closed the door, slapped twice on the roof of the taxi and strode back to Lucca’s.