Cafe Society 1. - A Tale of FemDom.

"Excuse me, may I sit here please?"I looked up. Of course she could, she was lovely! The cafe was crowded and I was occupying a table for four without realising the place had filled up. I stammered my agreement and rose to my feet as she sat."It's just so busy in here," she smiled at me."Yes, sorry, I'd not realised it. I'll feel less guity now.""No need to feel guilty unless you are," she glanced at me curiously, "are you? Guilty of anything that is.""No, I guess. No more than any man might be really.""Just that you stood as I sat, like you were apologetic. Nice really though, I like that. Where's the damn waitress?""Oh, its counter service here. Let me get you something, what would you like?""Mm, you are good," she mused, "I impose myself on your table and now you are fetching me coffee. Can I have a cappucino please?"As I queued I had opportunity to study her surreptitiously while she fumbled in her handbag and did all those intiguingly feminine things that puzzle men. She was in her mid-thirties, elegantly dressed, tailored skirt, small fetching jacket and her short cropped dark haired bob set her off delightfully. As I glanced she crossed her legs under the table and I felt my balls respond in kind by tensing internally at the sight of her lovely calf and three inch heels."Thank you." she turned her smile on me as I brought her the coffee. It switched off quickly as she reached for her purse."No, no," I protested, "it is a pleasure to buy you coffee Miss. A kind of tribute really I suppose.""Well, its certainly a long time since I was addressed as 'Miss' and a bit incorrect these days don't you think? Thank you anyway, it is appreciated. The coffee that is. Your politeness too for that matter. Refreshing these days.""Well, it seemed appropriate, and anyway I didn't know what else to call you. Ma'am seemed a little formal and a little old if I may say so.""Oh, you are good at this!" she laughed."I don't know about that really. It is just that I know that I should always be respectful.""Really? Oh come on, I bet you're not always this polite.""Well yes, really. I get corrected on it otherwise.""What, who by? Your wife." I could see her looking to see if I wore a ring. I didn't and neither did she."I know, have known, many women who have made sure that I'm respectful of them.""So you don't have a wife?"I shook my head and told her no, but that currently there was a woman in my life and that she too made sure of my respectful nature."She keeps me obedient." I added."Oh my!" she said, plainly trying to take this in, "what? how? you have to tell me more!""Well Miss, I really have to obey her, all women for that matter. It's natural to me and anyway she'd punish me if I wasn't.""You are blowing my mind here," she said. "How does she punish you!""I'm sure I don't have to tell an attractive woman like you ways she can punish a man. Oh, sorry, have I been too forward there, should I have said that you were attractive?""What would your lady friend think of you talking to me like this?" she changed direction."Well, she is my Mistress. Shall we get this in the open." I confessed, "She knows it is inevitable that I will encounter other women and of course she would want me to be polite and respectful to them. I have to tell her of course. She introduces me to other women too sometimes. It's good training.""How do you mean Mistress?" she queried, "that's an old sort of a term isn't it, especially if you're not married.""She is my Mistress. She owns me." I replied simply."Owns you?""I am her slave. It is simply that, I obey her in everything.""You are joking! Yet you're here in this cafe, shouldn't you be chained up or something?""I am sometimes," I told her, "but you know, sometimes its not convenient for her, sometimes its better to let me off her leash. She calls me her free-range slave."This quieted her as she took in the information and thought it through carefully."So, if I gave you an order, you'd obey me?""Yes certainly Miss, within context of course. I mean, if you told me to strip here, I couldn't, but if you had me in private then of course I would.""Does she order you so? Oh my, I have so many questions now.""She keeps me naked in private, always. Don't worry Miss, just ask what you need to know.""So if I ordered you to take me home and strip for me, you'd do that?""Of course. Oh, excuse me please. " I stopped suddenly and rose to my feet."Hello K" my Mistress called from behind my new companion as she entered the cafe. She approached us and quickly took the seat next to her."I'll have my usual tea," she ordered me in a level tone, but flashing her eyes in a way that implied trouble. I obeyed quickly, talk between my Mistress and my new companion was not for my ears. When I returned, my Mistress was icily cool and I felt her eyes boring in to me as I poured for her but did not dare look up at either woman."You see Linda, this is the trouble of owning a submissive male unless you intend to keep him locked away all the time.""Well, I'm sorry Tara. I didn't even know that such males existed. I just thought he looked nice sitting here on his own."Oh, now I knew her name! It wasn't for me to interject that Linda had been catching on pretty quickly, and I'm sure would have taken me back to hers in a very short time if Tara had not arrived. It was not for me either to say that I had been enlightening Linda about the possibilities of having me in her power.That would have put me in real trouble."Well Linda, now you know he's mine.""Sorry Tara, I really didn't have a clue. How could I know?"Oh, the bitch wasn't letting on either. She knew she was circling another woman's property, or at least she was damn well finding out quickly enough. My Mistress wasn't too worried though. I think I was going to be due for some punishment later but for now the two women were happy to talk together. Tara was telling Linda how she could acquire a slave of her own."They can be a bit difficult to control, but the trick is to have several of them. You'd know this one was owned quickly enough, he is locked away down there and he has a tag attached with my name and telephone number on it.Now I was in trouble with Linda. If she'd taken me away to strip me I'm sure she'd have been annoyed to find that my penis was safely encased and under lock and key."I just live close by," Tara said, "let's go back there when we've finished here. I've got a little shopping I need to do and he can carry our stuff. Then I'll put him through his paces for you. Would you like to see him ejaculate?