Summer evenings are my favorite times of the year. As we walked toward the quiet Italian restaurant that looked like a pristine villa, Ashley asked, "May I, sir?" As she reached for my arm, allowing her to slip her hand inside the crook of my elbow, I relished the feel of the gentle swell of her breast against my arm. There is a good reason for a lady to take your arm; if she is agreeable, she will often pull it into the side of her breast as an offer of encouragement.
From a casual friendship, created when she spoke with a friend of hers who was a friend and former submissive of mine, she subsequently introduced us, albeit by phone and internet. Ashley told her that she had discovered she had submissive tendencies and wondered what she could do about it.
We met shortly after that, and I saw she was very submissive. A seasoned dom can tell when a submissive is just going through the motions or truly lives a subservient life. Just like a true sub can know if they are with a wannabe dom who just wants to boss them around and smack their ass, or the genuine article who wants to nurture them and create a submissive treasure at the end of training.
Ashley was genuine and virtually proved that she lived to please me. This girl was a natural beauty, with passion and sass, all in one hot little package that was Ashley. It had taken a few days to settle her into her role. She was comfortable with her nudity and the controls I had in place. She wasn't at first, but after the benefits of grand mall orgasms and some brief orgasm denial, she decided that Master did know best.
Tonight was a celebration; she had come to me and said, "Sir, I don't want a safe word anymore. I trust you, and I don't want any restraints on what you may want to expose me to. You have proven that I am safe with you. From today forward, I am yours to command." With that, she knelt and kissed my hand before asking permission to fellate me, which I gladly granted. This girl loved the taste of my cum. But I digress.
As we entered the restaurant, I was greeted warmly by my old friend Tony, the owner, who escorted us through the dining room proper to the private VIP guest area. We were seated at a lovely curved booth with a privacy curtain across the front, to enjoy quiet solitude if we wished. We opted to leave it open for the moment, and Tony said he would send Regina right over to take our drink order. I did not think much of it until a familiar vision appeared at the edge of the table, and I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by, "Master?" as she dropped to her knees and pulled my hand to her chest. "It is so good to see you. Tony said he had a special friend coming in, but I had no idea it would be you."
"It is lovely to see you too, baby girl, and please stand. We don't want to cause a stir. This is my lovely little one, Ashley. As you can see, Ashley, Regina, is a long-time and, formerly, very close friend."
"Formerly?" Ashley asked as she extended her hand.
"A long story,” Regina began. “The short version is that I left Ettienne, with his blessing, when I thought I had fallen in love. Just goes to show what I get for thinking." Her smile brightened, "I am happy he has you. We need to do some sub-talk sometime, so I can share some little-known facts with you."
I smiled and shook my head, and as I looked up, I saw Tony approaching with a champagne bucket and four glasses. "Since Regina seemed over-occupied, I thought I would lend a hand before you folks die of thirst." Opening the bottle, he poured four glasses, and we toasted old and new friends, when Regina looked at me with a questioning look.
"Master? Is she dressed?" she said, looking at Ashley.
"Baby girl, you know I am not your Master any longer."
"I know, sir, but to me, you will always be my master." She cast her eyes as she awaited my response.
"Very well, baby girl, that has always been your choice."
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled at me and asked if she could assist Ashley.
Tony watched with rapt interest as Regina held her hand to Ashley and motioned for her to stand up. Ashley did, and Regina directed her out of the booth, turned her back to the others, and then sat in front of her on the seat. She quietly and gently touched Ashley's knees just below her skirt. Ashley looked over at me with a bit of a look. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed. Tony continued to watch as Regina slid her hands up Ashley's legs.
"Master prefers his girls undressed when out in public... within reason," she said, chuckling as she pleased Ashley with a bit of play while removing her thong. As she pulled it down and Ashley stepped out of it, Regina stood and presented me with Ashley's thong. I noted the wetness in the thin material and then placed it in my pocket. Ashley slid into the seat beside me and took a huge drink from her champagne flute.
Tony quickly refilled her flute, and she took another large sip and settled into the seat. I ordered for us, and the band began to play a sweet, romantic song, and I motioned to Ashley to stand with me. When she did, I took her hand and directed her to the dance floor. Her sex was pressing against my hard cock as we danced; one of the advantages of the special guests' area was that anything was allowed and encouraged, up to and including making love in the open club space.
Tony stopped briefly next to us on the dance floor on his way back to the bar and said, "E, anytime you come to my place, you bring it to life with the lovely company you get with you. Tonight your meal and all your drinks are on us. Anything you need, ask."
"Thank you, you are one in a million," I told him, as I clapped him on the shoulder.
Ashe continued to grind against me and then asked, "Sir, may I ask a question?"
"Do you want to know how many 'Reginas' are out there?"
"Yes, please, Sir. I know it is not my business, but I am just trying to understand this dynamic; if you don't want to talk about it, I understand, and I will never ask again."
Her eyes pleaded with me, and I said, "Very well, little one." I motioned for Regina to come to us, and I spun Ashley to face her and directed Regina to take her into the dressing room and see that she was suitably attired for the balance of the evening. Regina spun on her heel and led her away. As she was leaving, I told her we would address her question over dinner after she returned.
Then I said to Regina, "Not too many secrets, baby girl. I don't want her scared off."
Within a few minutes, Ashley and Regina returned, wearing matching sheer tops, with no bras and headlights on high beam. Every male eye was on them as they progressed across the floor to our table. Ashley slid into the booth, followed by Regina, as the girls seemed to share a private joke between them.
"How much of the family laundry did Regina expose to the open-air, little one?" Neither girl appeared nervous, which I took as a good sign.
"She told me her story," Ashley replied.
Regina said, "I didn't think it would be fitting to share any of the other sister's stories, and told her you would if you deemed it needful." Regina leaned over and undid three buttons on the front of Ashley's sheer blouse, then three on her own. "Master likes to see our nipples, so always adjust your clothing accordingly."
"Good girls. You are both lovely, and I appreciate you both very much."
"Master?" Ashley asked. "Could you address my question from earlier?"
"Yes, little one." I motioned for her to come closer to me on the bench, and I started speaking quietly for security's sake. As soon as I did, Regina scooted over closer to her, so she could hear, "Regina, you know the story."