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Pilled, thrilled and fulfilled
part 1
The waitress had two drinks on her tray - a tall Killian's Red in a frosted mug for me and a Margarita on the rocks for my wife. I wouldn't typify our relationship as truly Master/slave; however, “m” allows me to play occasionally, which keeps me completely satisfied and always coming back for more.
I took a long sip of my beer while she stirred her drink. The two vicoden tablets lay in front of her. My preference, and I suppose m's too, is to get her obliterated when we play. This way, she has a built in excuse as to why she did all those wonderful things for and to me. I raised my mug to toast her; she picked up the vicoden, popped them in her mouth, clinked my mug with her glass and took five deep sips of her Margarita. This is one of my rules, when she drinks, she must take five sips each time.
We chit-chatted until the waitress came back to take our meal order. I put my right index finger to my lips to signify silence from m and then proceeded to order her another Margarita, a bowl of French Onion Soup and a small salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing, all were her favorites. For me, it was just a Rueben Sandwich. Once the waitress left, I took out two more vicoden, gave them to her and watched as she downed them, finishing her Margarita. I could tell that she was beginning to get a little light-headed as her movements were becoming a bit slower and more deliberate. The waitress returned and placed a fresh Margarita on the table. I held up five fingers and m didn't hesitate, she picked up her drink and took five, long, deep sips, which put a wicked grin on her face. I told her to go to the ladies' room and take off her bra and panties. Without hesitation, m was gone.
I knew I would have enough time to go out to the car before she returned. In the car, I had our suitcase for our overnight play date. Of course, it contained the essentials and it also my slave's mid-thigh length leopard spotted coat, black thigh highs, her black "come fuck me pumps" and the rest of our toys. I opened the car door, the suitcase was on the back seat. With a quick unzip, her leopard coat, thigh highs and shoes, which were right on top, were in my arms. I picked them up, closed the car and went back into the pub. I folded the coat and thigh highs nicely and placed them on top of the shoes on the booth seat next to me, which obscured it from everyone's view. No sooner had I done that, then m came strutting back to the booth, obviously without her bra on and presumably without panties. Sitting down, she placed both on the table. They were one of my favorite sets, tangerine in color. However, today she wasn't wearing panties, she had worn the matching thong. I picked them up and put them beside me, which happened to be on top of her leopard coat, thigh highs and shoes, unbeknownst to her. I reached into my pocket and took out four more vicoden, placing them on the table.
m looked at the vicoden and it was obvious she wasn't seeing very clearly as she strained to focus on them. Slowly, she reached down, picked one up, placed it in her mouth and took five, somewhat tiny sips of her drink and proceeded to do this three more times, which brought a huge smile to my face. When m gets high and/or drunk or both, to me it is plainly obvious as her eyes, which are one of her best assets, begin to glaze over and their movements are not as rapid or precise. The waitress came back with m's soup and salad along with my Rueben. I picked up my beer, looked at the waitress and toasted my angel. To the best lover a husband ever had! m picked up her Margarita, clinked my mug and I just winked at her. She understood the signal and downed her drink. Before I took a sip of mine, I ordered us both one more. The waitress left without another word and we enjoyed our meals.
The waitress returned shortly with our last round. By this time, m was just about to the point I love and I planned on taking her just one, tiny step beyond. Few words were spoken as we finished our meals, but I kept an intense, dominating gaze upon my little slut. The waitress was right on the ball as when we finished eating, she was there to remove everything except our drinks and placed the bill on the table. m had a little less than half her Margarita left and my beer was just about finished. I got up and nuzzled my way into her booth seat and sat down. My right hand went up to right breast and I tweaked her nipple through her top, which produced a very pronounced nipple erection. Then, I reached into my pocket and pulled out two more vicoden. I brought them up to m's lips, which she parted nicely and placed them on her tongue. I picked up my beer as she picked up her drink and I made another toast. "To the most beautiful woman in the world and to the start of a night I will never forget and one you may not remember!" She giggled, took five long sips and the last one produced the telltale slurp of the drink being finished. It was time to put the plan into motion.
I got up, put the money on the table to pay the bill, leaving a sizable tip. m got out of the booth seat, stood up, wobbled a bit and giggled some more. I reached over to the other side of the booth and she assumed I was getting her bra and thong, which was partially correct. I saw the surprise in her eyes as she saw the other articles of clothing in my hands. I started walking toward the restrooms. Without hesitation, m did not need to be told to follow. This is an older pub, with limited seating and the old-style, single person restrooms. I opened the Men’s door and held it open as m walked in. I locked the door behind us. By the time I turned around, m already had her top off and was unbuttoning her jeans, which she slipped off as I admired her. There she stood, in the Men’s Restroom, without a stitch of clothes on. What a sight and how lucky I was.
“You are one, hot, fucking cunt and you know that, don't you?” The question must have caught her off guard, as there wasn't an immediate answer, just a fractured smile. “Regardless of what you think, I know you are! I have two more vicoden in my pocket, which you're going to take now.” Puzzled, she looked at me “Here? With what?” I just smiled and she knew. Immediately, she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth and I placed the pills on her tongue, which retreated into her mouth. Quickly, she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and in one quick motion, pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. She took my cock and held it up to her still parted lips. With some muscle control on my part, the stream was slow enough that I was able to fill her mouth without splattering or dripping. With her mouth full, she closed her lips and eyes and took a big swallow. Still holding my cock, she opened her mouth, but not her eyes and directed my cock back to her open mouth, which brought a priceless smile to my face, unfortunately, which m never saw. Again, I filled her mouth with my hot piss. This time, instead of swallowing, she slowly dribbled some on her chest, which she massaged into her tits. Still not having her eyes open, she dribbled a bit more, now, on her belly, swirling it with her hands from the bottom of her tits to the top of her cunt and around her waist toward her back on both sides. Finally, she opened her eyes and stood up. Her face was only inches from mine when I heard and saw the distinctive sound and look of a big swallow.
I gave her the thigh highs and she leaned on the sink to steady herself while she slipped her right leg into the first one and then put on her come fuck me pump. The left one went on just as smoothly along with the shoe and there she stood, well, swayed might be a better word, and I helped her on with her coat. There are three large buttons on this coat, and as typical, she buttoned the middle one first. As her hands reached for one of the other ones, I gently grabbed her hands and stopped her. I picked up her top, jeans and bra and thong and walked to the door. Unlocking it, I slowly opened the door and watched as m walked passed me and out of the restroom. Was it me, or did everyone in the pub stare at her on our way out? Since I was behind her, I am certain there were flashes of the tops of her thigh highs as she strutted her stuff. Her strut was really a controlled stumble, due to her current state of intoxication.
m pushed the door open to exit into a bright, sunny day. The car was parked in the third space in front of the door, so it was a very short walk. m stood at the passenger door while I came around to open her door. Before I put the key in the lock, I unbuttoned the one button on her coat, which fell partially open. Taking a step back, I could plainly see m’s cleavage, her navel, the tops of her stockings and best of all, her little landing strip of pubic hair. I opened the door, m got in and her somewhat limp body melted into the passenger seat. her coat slipped down her right side, completely exposing her right leg and stocking top, her cunt and her right tit, however, she made no attempt to cover up. I went around, got into the driver's seat and without saying a word, drove off. Nothing pleases me more than when she let's it all hang out, realistically and figuratively as she was doing at this very moment. Although m is thirty-four years old and we have two children, she is still smoking hot with 36C tits, a flat stomach, no stretch marks, is 5'4", weighs 129 pounds and a has model's face. So, yes, I love to exhibit her and with her present state of mind, she doesn't mind me doing so.
I drove us to Lover's Lane, which is basically an upscale Adult Porn/Book/DVD/Lingerie store. With the car stopped, m finally opened her eyes. I don't think she was asleep, I just think the conscious effort to keep them open was being suppressed. she focused, and realized where we were. "Remember I told you I wanted to get the wireless, remote vibrator for you? So I could put it inside of you, then take you out?" "Well, let's go in and get one!"
Speed isn't one of great attributes anyway and today, slow and steady is about as fast as she was going to move. I got out, went around, opened her door and she proceeded to get out. With her coat still unbuttoned, she was a heavenly vision, showing off just about everything she had. I reached over and buttoned the middle button. Between the vicoden and the drinks, she was in the right condition for the rest of the day...
end of part 1
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