Jason steepled his fingers, elbows resting on the white cloth covered table. He didn’t look at the waiter as he placed their order. Mara sat, her back perfectly straight, looking directly into his eyes. They had discussed their relationship and agreed to go forward only after both of them passed three tests. One he would arrange. The second, she would arrange a week later. The third, he would, at an unknown time and place. After each test, they would meet the following day at a public place and discuss how they felt the test went.

Jason had sent Mara his test requirements. She would wear a very sexy black dress and heels, nothing else. No underclothing, no jewelry. Her hair would be up and make-up suitable for a very nice dinner date. Jason would make every decision and she would accept them all. Unless, of course, she were truly uncomfortable or had a question at which point she’d say ‘Oranges.” She was to be his companion, so he would initiate conversation. She would speak to no one besides him. She would make no eye contact with anyone but him. Normally, he didn’t expect or even want this level of devotion, but this was, after all, a test.

Mara agreed.

For years, she’d wanted to be totally dominated by a strong yet kind man. Someone unafraid to make and enforce rules. Someone who would treat her like a princess and a slut in equal measure. Jason, her lawyer’s wealthy son, seemed to be to perfect candidate. The next few weeks would show if her instincts were right, she hoped.

When they had walked into the small bistro, she’d been shocked that no one else was around. She had asked what was going on, but Jason had only taken her by the elbow and shown her to their table. He’d held her chair for her, placed her napkin on her lap, and seated himself. When the waiter appeared, he’d placed their order without the benefit of a menu.

“Did you actually forget that you agreed not to question anything tonight or were you testing me just now?”

Mara blushed and said, “I actually forgot. I apologize, Jason.”

He nodded and reached across the table. Slowly, he used his butter knife to slide the left strap of her dress down her arm. “Lift your arm.”

She did so, thereby exposing her breast. The waiter brought their first course, a green bean salad and placed it in front of her. Mara kept her eyes down and shivered.

“Thank you, Daniel,” Jason said. “Go ahead. Eat.”

Mara picked up her fork and began to eat the delicious salad. She sipped her water delicately. She didn’t drink alcohol, so Jason had only ordered one glass of wine for himself.

“I must compliment you, Mara. You blushed, but didn’t squirm or complain about sitting there with half your breasts exposed. To answer your question, I own this restaurant, and we are the only patrons tonight. My staff is well trained and well aware of my predilections. Your good behavior has saved you from exposing both of your breasts, by the way.”

As they worked their way through five courses, Jason kept up a steady string of conversational topics ranging from politics to food preparation to ballet. He led the conversation but also encouraged Mara to voice her opinions even if they were contrary to his own. Once dessert had been cleared away, Jason stood and held his hand to her.

Music began. A tango. “Slip off the other side. I want to watch your tits as we dance.”

Mara obeyed. They fell together, using the dance as foreplay. Once the music ended, he pulled her head back and kissed her, devouring her mouth, cupping her breast with the other hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and matched his passion with her own. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her into the kitchen. The staff, a chef, the server, and a helper, continued their work.

He sat her on the counter and knelt before her now splayed legs. Looking up at her, he said, “I will remind you to only make eye contact with me. You may orgasm at will.”

Mara nodded as he spread her labia and began to suck her clit. She gasped and leaned back, looking down at the top of his head. His fingers began to delve inside her slick tunnel as he continued to suck and lick. Jason was an expert at cunnilingus. He knew how to apply just the right pressure, where to place his fingers, how deep to go, how strongly to suck. Within moments, Mara’s thighs began to tremble. She leaned back on her hands, eyes wide, and came. The world stopped. She didn’t notice how quiet the kitchen had become until Jason stood, straightening his tie.

Panting, she looked at him, eyes wide. “Chef, notice anything?”

“Once small infraction, Mr. Cleveland. The lady, while in the fog of climax, made eye contact with me. I’m not sure she realized it at the time. Her gaze was quite unfocused,” Chef stated.

Mara, slowly coming back to reality, asked, “May I speak freely?”

Jason nodded.

“Chef is correct on both accounts, Jason. I vaguely remember looking around the room and meeting his eyes, but it’s all unclear,” she admitted.

“Stand up, please. Step back, feet spread wide and elbows on the counter,” Jason instructed. “Chef?”

Mara obeyed. She was shocked to see Jason step around the counter and stand in front her, holding her forearms. He smiled at her and explained, “Since it was Chef whom you looked at, it will be Chef who administers the punishment.” She felt her bare bottom exposed. “I understand that you were not fully in control of yourself, but this will help you learn more control, won’t it?”

Mara jumped and squealed as Chef laid the first blow with a large wooden spoon. “Yes, Jason.”

By the time Chef had swatted her five times on each cheek, Mara was panting and dancing from foot to foot. Nonetheless, she’d managed to keep her eyes open and focused on Jason. When he said, “Well done, Mara” she glowed with pride.

He helped her stand and walked her to the car. He drove her to her home, walked her inside, kissed her, and said, “I’m not going make love to you tonight. This test was about rules, obedience, pushing your limits, and accepting my authority. I don’t want to cloud your judgment or mine with love making at this point. We’ll meet tomorrow at noon to talk things over. For the record, though, I’m very pleased with how this first test progressed.”

Mara closed and locked her door then leaned against it, wincing slightly as her marked cheeks pressed against the wood. She smiled and realized that she was very pleased as well.