SEX AND VIOLET
By Zen Mackie
Ah, Miss Shrinking Violet, what are we to do with you? So lovely, so submissive--and yet so shy. You must learn to serve me in public as you do when we’re alone. That’s why I’ve brought you to my favorite restaurant tonight. Isn’t it elegant...these intimate tables, the long white tablecloths, the candlelight? I thought you’d like it.
I’m glad to see you’ve dressed as I’ve told you; that red satin blouse looks so good with your little black skirt and red heels. In fact—forgive me, I know we just sat down—but stand up and let me look at you. Stand with your hands behind your head, the way I have you do at home.
Oh, Violet, no one will notice in this dim light. I’m going to cure you of this shyness, and this is a good first step. Go on... There, that’s my good girl. Mmmm...so lovely. I love what that pose does for your breasts.
Thank you, my dear, please sit down again.
Now I’m assuming you wore the red lace lingerie, as I requested? Including the garter belt? Excellent. Take off your panties, I want to see them. Yes, right now. No, Violet, you may not go to the ladies’ room—just slide them off from under your skirt and hand them to me. Now.
Thank you. They really are pretty, aren’t they? I think I’ll just spread them out here on the table so I can look at them while we eat.
Ah, here’s the waiter—I took the liberty of ordering ahead for champagne, I hope that’s all right. Good evening...Bradley, is it? Yes, I thought I remembered you--go ahead and pour. This is my friend Violet, from England. Isn’t she pretty? Sexy, too--these are her panties here on the table, so you can imagine...
Oh, don’t be bashful, Violet, look up. Say hello to Bradley.
Good. Now I’d like you to show Bradley how sexy you are. Are you done pouring, Bradley? Give the bottle to Violet, if you would. Now Violet, use the bottle to show him what an artist you are with your lips and tongue. Go on...
Deeper, my dear. I know you can get more of it in your mouth than that. Now faster—yes, that’s right. Isn’t she wonderful, Bradley? Yes, you’re right, I’m a very lucky man.
Thank you, my dear, that will do for now. Shall we order?
I’m absolutely famished, my love, I hope our dinner comes soon. Now, Violet, why are you squirming so—is your seat not comfortable?
Ah, I wish you’d told me while our waiter was still here. Let me see if I can get his attention...oh yes, I insist—I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while we dine. Here he comes now.
Sorry to be such a nuisance, Bradley, but Violet so enjoyed demonstrating her skills to you that she got very wet—isn’t that right, my dear? And since she doesn’t have her panties on I’m afraid her seat got a little damp as well. Could we trouble you to... No, don’t get up Violet, I’m sure Bradley won’t mind ducking under the table for a moment, will you, Bradley? Excellent.
Now Violet, open your legs so Bradley can get at the damp spot. Wider. Wide as you can. Can you see all right, Bradley? Good. As long as you’re down there would you mind drying Violet off as well? No sense letting the seat get damp all over again, is there?
Hold still, Violet. Look at me. Here, let me hold your hands. That’s better. Now tell me about your day...
All done, Bradley? Excellent, thank you. Violet, is your seat more comfortable now? Good. Aren’t you going to thank Bradley?
Now, I know you can do better than that, my dear. You can meet his eye and smile while you thank him, can’t you? Yes, like that. I think we’re all right for now, Bradley, thank you.
Excellent, my dear, you’re doing much better. Bradley’s very nice, isn’t he? We’ll have to do something special for him later, don’t you think?
Now are you sure you’re dry? Hmm...I think I need to see for myself. Pretend to drop your spoon, my dear, and then crawl under the table to me.
Ah, there you are...can you hear me if I whisper like this? Good—I know you wouldn’t want me to draw attention to you there. Now, turn around and pull your skirt up over your hips for me.
Good. Can you still hear me? Now, legs apart and head down. That’s right. Now use your hands to hold your cheeks apart—I want to see everything. Aren’t you glad they have such nice, long tablecloths here?
Ahhh, lovely—you’re being such a good girl, Violet. But what’s this? I thought you said you were dry. There seems to be a great deal of moisture right...here. All...along...here, in fact. Oh my, yes, all along here. Why, you naughty slut--I’ll bet I can put three fingers inside you without even trying...there, I knew it. And just feel how easily they slide in and out--shhh, my dear, you don’t want the other guests to hear you whimpering like that, do you?
Really, Violet, you must learn how to control yourself, those noises you’re making are very disturbing. I’m afraid we’ll have to stop. Here, take my napkin and dry yourself again. There.
What? Why, yes you may, since you ask so nicely. Turn around. Here, let me move my chair a little closer to the table so no one will see you. Now, I’ll unfasten my belt and pants for you, but I want you to unzip me with your teeth—and don’t you dare get your make-up on my pants. Yes, you may begin.
Careful, don’t bang your head on the table. That’s it, get a good grip...now slowly...steady, steady...that’s right. Good girl, very well done.
Yes, you may take me in your mouth. But I expect you to have a mouthful of my come before our dinner arrives or else you’ll be eating yours down there, understood? All right, go ahead.
Mmmm...you do that so well. Yes, you may stroke my balls as you continue... Oh, that’s very nice, I’m so proud of you, my dear.
That feels wonderful...but you’re working so hard, my dear. I don’t want you getting all sweaty and tired before you’ve even had your dinner. Why don’t you relax and let me fuck your mouth—would you like that?
Well, if you say ‘please’...
No, no, say it all—say, ‘Please fuck my mouth, Sir.’
Much better. All right, let me just slide down in my chair a little. Now put your head in my hands and relax your neck—remember? Of course you do, that’s right. Here we go, then...
Mmmm... Ahhh.... Ahhh... Stop a moment. Look up at me. Do you want my come in your mouth?
No, don’t just nod, say it.
I can’t hear you...
Very well, you may have my come—but you are not allowed to swallow it until I give you permission, understood?
All right, let’s continue. Relax your neck...good.
Ahhh... Unh...mm! Mm! MM! AHHHhhhhhh....!
Oh, that was excellent, my dear. You’re an angel. Oops, good timing too—here comes our dinner, I believe. Better tidy yourself up and get back in your seat. Here’s my napkin. I’ll take care of my trousers. Quickly now...
Everything looks wonderful, Bradley. What? Oh, I guess I’ll have the Roquefort dressing on my salad. Violet?
Oh, I forgot—she can’t speak right now. Show him why, my dear...that’s right, open your mouth...