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call me Master.”
    Before I could react, I saw the large doors open and Michael entering
with our entrees. We hadn't even tasted the flat-bread yet. Jake
leaned over and whispered quietly.
    “Touch yourself.”
    “What? No!” I threw a furtive look to Michael.
    “I'm not asking, Miss Wells . Play with your pussy, or
I'll do it for you.”
    “And what's that supposed to mean?” I asked indignantly,
feeling my nostrils flair in frustration.
    Before I could process what was going on, a gentle buzzing began in
the panties Jake had given me, the vibrations growing in intensity
until I couldn't help but call out.
    Michael looked up briefly from setting out our dinnerware, then
returned to laying down the forks.
    “Michael?” Jake inquired.
    “Yes, sir?”
    “Should I let Miss Wells cum now, or should I make her wait
until dessert?”

Chapter 6
    I honestly couldn't believe what was happening. There I was, cheeks
flushed, openly panting as Jake looked innocently to our waiter.
Michael stood before us, calmly watching me squirm in my seat, the
panties tickling my clit relentlessly.
    “Jake,” I choked out, “What in the hell do
you think you're playing at?” The speed of the vibrations
peaked, and I arched against the booth with the sharp charge to my
core. The intensity only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to
make my breathing ragged and loud.
    Jake pulled a small plastic device out from his pocket and set it
firmly on the table, his finger tracing lightly around a small, black
dial. I knew instantly that's what was controlling the pulsing in my
panties.
    “You've forgotten the first rule of No. 2, Miss Wells,”
he chided.
    “Never talk about No. 2?” I jokingly croaked out between
moans, the constant buzzing against my center driving me wild.
    “Funny,” he teased, “but no. The first rule of No.
2 is that you may only call me Master. Now, I thought we'd
already established this, darlin', but maybe you need a reminder.”
With that, his fingers grasped the small dial and gave it one quick
turn. The buzzing turned into large pulses against my core, and my
moans grew louder and higher with the tickling vibrations. Without
warning, the pleasurable onslaught settled, leaving only a soft
buzzing against my mound.
    “Understand?” Jake asked, clearly amused with himself.
    I brushed my hair out of my face and tried to catch my breath. “Yes.
Yes, I understand.”
    He reached for the dial. “You understand, what?”
    “Master! I understand, Master!”
    Jake smiled. “Excellent. Now, let's eat, shall we?” He
looked at Michael, and the waiter launched into descriptions about
our dishes. It was like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and
if it wasn't for the large bulge in Michael's pants indicating his
excitement at watching me writhe in pleasure, I might have thought
I'd imagined the whole thing.

Chapter 7
    After a few minutes had passed and we'd both tucked into our dinners,
(after all, moaning between courses took a lot out of a girl), I
finally had the courage to look at Jake.
    “Master?” I murmured, not entirely comfortable with the
word.
    “Yes, darlin'?”
    “Is this what you... do ...for a living? I mean, like, do
you bring lots of women here to... eat ?”
    Jake chuckled a little and leaned in. “Mags,” he said
softly, “you heard Madeline at the front. This is the first
time I've ever brought anyone here to 'eat'. I've been waiting
to use this room. I've been waiting for you.” He leaned back
and crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Don't get me wrong, though,” he continued, “plenty
of others dine here often enough, and it's usually booked
months in advance. It was just luck that I was able to get us in for
tonight. Well, luck, and the fact that I'm the owner,” he said
with a wink.
    I smiled and took another bite of my burger. Swallowing, I asked,
“So, is this it, then? Is this the whole place? People come and
eat in the dining room, or they eat in here?”
    “Well,