“Get over my lap slave,” He ordered.
She did as he requested and lay over his lap like a child awaiting a spanking from her father. She wondered what next.
“So what are you going to do to her?” The guy asked.
“I am going to spank her for breaking my rules,” Michael put simply.
“Why because you’re jealous that she was dancing with me?”
“No because she is my slave and I told her not to allow anyone to put their hands under her clothes. She broke that rule when you touched what’s mine, “Michael told him.
“Wait, I don’t get it. How do you own her? She looks American to me. I thought slavery was illegal,” the guy asked clearly not understanding.
“This isn’t that kind of slavery, my friend,” Baron said, “Ever heard of B & D?”
Michael knew what this guy needed to hear, “Slave, explain to him why I own you.”
Silk hated to have to do this. She was a bit embarrassed and knew she would have to say something. Finally, “I serve Master Michael because I choose too. Therefore I am his property to do with as he sees fit.”
“Now do you get it,” Michael asked as he swept her skirt up over bottom to bare it.
“Wait, wait. So she can leave if she wanted to?” The guy asked still a bit confused.
Michael lifted his hands off of Silk, “Yes she could if she wanted too.”
“How do you know she doesn’t want too?”
Knowing this was coming, Michael said, “Silk if you want to end this now and leave, get up off my lap and walk out of this room. I am sure this guy will take you home if you want him too. Remember, it’s your choice. Chose now.”
Silk’s only answer was to place her hands behind her back as though they were cuffed and await her punishment.
“Does that satisfy you?” Michael asked. The guy shrugged so Michael took that as okay and proceeded. “Why are you being punished slave?” He asked of Silk.
“Because I allowed that guy…” She began.
“The name’s Marc.”
“To touch what was yours by putting his hands under my clothing and because I let it get out of control.” Silk finished ignoring his words.
Michael’s only response was to spank her behind. He gave her six stinging swats on her ass and timed each one with her count. Once he was done, he looked up and saw that the guy was more interested than disgusted. Michael smiled at this.
“Okay you can go now Marc. Thank Marc for watching you get you ass spanked slave,” Michel said.
Silk knew not to question this even though her mind was, “Thank you Marc for watching me get punished.”
“Yeah whatever, freaks,” He said as he left the room.
To Baron, Michael said, “Take these two back to the table and wait for me there. You two can have another drink while you wait.”
The girls stood up and left the room. Baron closed the door behind them as he left also. Once they were all gone, Michael pushed her off his lap and ordered her to stand up. He then stood up himself. He noted that she kept her eyes down. Finally he grabbed her by her braid and pushed her towards the table. Once she was standing in front of it, he pushed her down over the top of it with a hand in the middle of her back.
She trusted Michael completely, so she was not scared when her pressed her down on the table. She did wonder what he was going to do next but knew she should not speak unless he asked her too. She was still feeling really drunk, almost out of control and wondered why. Then she felt Michael slip his hand under her skirt and into her panties.
She was wet, he knew she would be, he stuck a finger in her and played with her a till he heard her pant. He grabbed her braid and pulled her head up to speak to her.
“You so wet slave, and so out of control,” he hissed in her ear, “Why is that?”
“I don’t know Master. I didn’t drink any Tequila and yet I feel like I did,” she panted.
He grabbed her whole pussy and squeezed it. This brought her so close, “You didn’t? Really and just want do you think is in a margarita?” He hissed.
Oh my god, Silk thought. Oh no had she ordered the wrong thing. Michael saw shock cross her face and then she said, “I thought it was rum.”
“That is a daiquiri slave. See you can drink tequila,” he told her and at her head shake he added, “Yes you can, because I will control you or you will suffer my wrath.”
“No please Master…” she began.
He squeezed her pussy again and growled in her ear, ‘Yes you will and you will not argue with me. Remember what happened Friday when you argued?” She nodded yes, “I will double that if you do it again.”
He slipped a finger in her again and brought her to the brink. Then he pulled his hand out and tasted her. Damn she tasted good. The only taste he had of her was on Friday after she was freshly washed. The thought crossed his mind that he hadn’t really tasted her yet so he ordered her to turn around and then pushed her back onto the table till she was sitting on it. He then bent over and pulled her panties aside and placed his mouth were his hand had been. Heaven thought Michael as he devoured her.
Within minutes, she was close, “Please Master, I need to cum,” she begged.
“You may,” he said into her and she lost it. Michael held onto her as she climaxed and bucked her body all the while still licking and sucking on her. Finally when she calmed, he stopped and stood up, she met him with her mouth and Michael allowed her to kiss him.
They kissed with reckless abandon for what seemed like eternity to her. She felt like she was falling, so she reached up and wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck. At this he groaned and pressed into her.
Damn he thought his body was betraying him. He was the one out of control now; she had that affect on him. He could take her right her on this table but no he thought, that wouldn’t be fair to the other two. They had obeyed and he had already given her something she hadn’t earned. No he told himself, as he pulled away from her, not this time. She had to learn.
She pouted a little when he pulled away. She didn’t totally understand this game yet. Was she always to be left wanting and confused?
“Straighten your clothes and lets go back to the table,” He told her as he wiped his face on a towel from a cart. He then threw the towel on the table and opened the door for her. Once she was ready, they left.
Once they were back at the table, everyone acted like nothing had happened. Some girl was there next to Baron. Michael introduced her to the others as Dyna, Baron’s head slave. She turned and greeted everyone saving Silk for last.
“Wow, you are every bit as divine as my Master said you were. You have beautiful eyes,” Dyna said to Silk.
“Thank you,” Silk murmured not really knowing what to say.
“I just bet that hair is really beautiful too,” Dyna told her.
“Yes it is imp,” Michael said to her, “But you’ll have to wait to see it till next Friday.”
Dyna pouted and Michael laughed. Baron told her to behave as she had been put in her place. Everyone laughed at this and chatted above the music. The waitress came up and Michael leaned over and asked Baron something. Baron nodded in return and Michael whispered something to the waitress. She nodded and left.
Silk watched Michael knowing he was up to something. He caught her gaze and winked at her. She smiled back and watched as the waitress brought a bunch of shot glasses and a bottle of tequila on a tray. When she sat the tray down Silk saw there was salt and limes also. She watched as Michael passed out a shot glass to everyone and then poured a shot into each glass. He then passed out the limes. So this was his game, well she’d show him.
She watched as he licked his hand and put salt on it. He then took the shot and licked the salt and slammed the shot. Next he took a lime and bit it. “This is how it’s done girls,” he told them as he refilled his shot glass.
Everyone licked his or her hand and put salt on it, finally the shaker came to Silk. She put it back in the middle of the table without using it. “Training wheels are for pussies,” she told him and picked up her shot, slammed it straight down then sat the glass in the middle of the table and smiled at him.
They were all impressed; she drank it straight and made no face. She didn’t even have to chase it with anything. They all looked to Michael.
“You think I am a pussy slave,” he asked her dragging out the last word?
Baron patted her arm; “Me thinks you have done it now, little one.”
“Ignoring Baron, she only had eyes for Michael, “Prove you’re not Master,” she then grabbed her shot glass from the table and got up. She came around the table to stand next to him and grabbed the bottle to refill her shot glass. When he turned to her and went to pick up the glass she waved him away.
“Not yet,” she said to him in a sultry voice. She then reached up and ripped her blouse open to reveal her breasts encased in a tight black bra. Next she picked up the glass and placed it between her tits in the ample cleavage she had there. She leaned her head back and issued the challenge again, “Prove you’re not Master.”
Everyone held his or her breath waiting to see what Michael would do. Finally he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her to him. This caused the shot to slouch onto her breasts. This did not daunt Michael in the least. He bent his head and licked the drops off her breasts before grabbing the glass with his lips. Once he had it firmly him his mouth he tipped his head back and downed the shot, never letting her go. One the glass was empty; he turned his head and dropped the glass on the table. He then turned back to her and pulled her to him for a kiss. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Michael kept kissing her until she responded. He wondered why she had challenged him like this. Then it dawned on him; tequila. She was losing control. He stopped kissing her and moved to her ear. “Very cute slave, you can win this one, but don’t ever try something like that again. I will not play with you next time, I will punish you,” and with the he reached under her skirt and grabbed her panties and pulled then up tight against her sex till they slipped between her puffy lips. “Now go sit down.”
She went back to her seat and once there eased her panties back into place. Everyone took their shot and Michael offered everyone more. Silk declined, as she was very drunk at this point. Everyone then began to talk and joke. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was going on one. She was getting tired and very drunk. It was time to go home but she didn’t know how to ask Michael.
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