Mistress Sidonia's Femdom Blog

Appetiser… Followed by the Main Course

She had started tormenting him even before they left the driveway, hiking up her skirt just enough to reveal the black lace suspenders holding up her sheer stockings, then guided his hand between her thighs. “Feel how wet I am already,” she purred, “thinking about how I’ll ruin your evening.” By the time they pulled up at the Brasserie his cock strained painfully against the lace thong she’d made him wear, his pre-cum soaking through it.

Inside the dimly lit French restaurant, she chose the deepest corner booth. With wicked delight she ordered: a minuscule appetiser for him—just a single oyster on ice—and tap water, while she savoured a chilled glass of bubbly. The waiter had scarcely departed after taking the full order when she slipped off one high heel under the long white tablecloth and pressed her stocking-clad foot against his crotch. She traced the outline of his throbbing cock through the fabric, giggling at his stifled gasp.
“Take it out,” she whispered. “Right now. Let it breathe for me.”

He obeyed furtively in the shadows of the booth, unzipping and freeing his aching length from the damp lace. Her toes—still warm from the shoe—curled around the shaft, stroking slowly, edging him with expert cruelty on the iron rule: no cumming without her permission. When the waiter returned with their drinks and his pathetic single oyster, she suddenly ground her sharp heel (now slipped back on) firmly into his balls, crushing them just enough to make his vision blur. He clamped his lips shut, face burning, silent as the plate was placed before him. The second the server turned away, she leaned forward and spat delicately onto the oyster—once, watching her saliva pool in the shell—then again for emphasis. “Swallow your little treat, pet,” she murmured. “It needed seasoning.”

He barely noticed the waiter clearing the glasses later, his eyes locked in desperate adoration on the deep plunge of her silk blouse, where her breasts rose with each amused breath. She had dressed to destroy, fitted black skirt, sheer stockings clipped to garters, towering high heels and that low-cut silk top —elegant, professional, perfectly masking the sadist beneath. The crisp linen tablecloth framed her like an altar, highlighting her effortless natural power. He marvelled at her meanness, at how oblivious everyone remained to the kink unfolding inches away. They looked so normal yet she was the brilliant artist who thrived on dismantling him. He was her toy, her slut, her eager vessel for every degradation. The idea of bringing in another man had been teased for weeks; he had sworn he’d submit fully if it amused her. No boundary left uncrossed.

When her main course a perfect filet arrived, his side of the table stayed empty; she had ordered nothing more for him. She withdrew her foot, took a slow, savouring bite of her steak, then leaned in close, voice low and dripping with mock sweetness.
“Remember how I promised you dinner tonight, pet? A proper one you’d appreciate… one you’d never forget?” She smiled, eyes glittering.
“Well after we leave here, you’re going straight to a little seedy dive I know that has a glory hole. You’ll be on your knees in the dark, mouth open, sucking cock after cock for me. Thick, veiny strangers unloading straight down your throat—hot, salty loads you’ll lap up like the greedy cum-slut you are. You’ll swallow every drop they give you, maybe five, maybe more, until your belly’s full and your lips are swollen. That’s your dinner, darling. A real feast of anonymous cum. You’ll thank me later when you’re gulping it down, choking on it, tasting nothing but stranger seed for the rest of the day.”

She licked her lips, watching his cock twitch helplessly under the table.
“So best not eat now. Save your appetite. You’ll need it.”
As the dessert menu appeared, she pointed to nothing for him. “No pudding for you,” she said sharply. “Instead, go to the restroom. Stroke yourself until you cum—catch every drop in your hand, then suck up the load in your mouth. Don’t swallow! Come back and show me.”
He slipped away, returned minutes later with cheeks flushed and lips sealed tight around his own load. She studied him across the table, eyes gleaming, then leaned in close.
“Open,” she commanded softly. He parted his lips just enough for her to see the thick white pool on his tongue. She smiled, cruel and radiant.
“Good boy. Hold it there until I finish my champagne.” She sipped slowly, enjoying his torment, the restaurant humming around them unaware. Finally, when her glass was empty, she whispered,
“Swallow now, pet. All of it. Just a little appetiser before the main course later.”
He obeyed, swallowing it all down, as her irreverent laugh drifted across the table.

by MSVB