Part 8 Dinner

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I stood in the bedroom doing my make up and my hair as best I could even if I didn't exactly have much skill in either department, I never had to worry about it, being a slave girl it's not something they every expect of you, and few times you have it are when it's auctions and that's done at the factory before hand. I heard the bedroom door open Thomas stepped in stripping off his clothes from working as he went, I playfully ignored him but watched him stripping off his shirt and jeans in the reflection of the mirror. He undid the buttons of his shirt as he marched across the room throwing the shirt on the bed, He undid his belt hanging it on the handle of the chest of draws, he undid his jeans and kicked them off his legs where he stands, leaving him in a tight black pair of boxers. 

"what was all that about?" He asks as he grabbed a comb and began fixing his hair 

"What was what about?" I asked playing dumb 

"What was coming in the room, even when I specifically told you not to. stripping off and trying to hump me kitten?" 

"I missed you" I shrug 

"umm... did you now?" He smirked "Get dressed we're going out remember" he reminds getting some clothes and throwing them on the bed 

"What do you want me to wear master?"

"Hum. Nothing." he growled in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me "But were going out, the blue one kitten, without panties" He ordered kissing my cheek 

"Yes Master" I smiled as I finished up, I got up and went to the wardrobe to get the dress but he stopped me 

"What did I say kitten?"

"The blue dress?"

"Yes. without what?"

"Without panties" I blushed 

"Good girl. So take them off" He orders 

"Yes Master" I smiled gently pulling my lace panties off kicking them off my legs 

"Better my pet" He smirked "Put clothes on. Else masters' not going to be able to stop himself anymore" 

"Yes master" I giggled going and getting my dress on while he got dressed too, 

"Come on or we'll be late" he says grabbing his wallet and keys 

I finished putting my little shoes on and took his hand, letting him lead me downstairs and out into his car, he smirked resting a hand on my leg as he started up and headed off into darkening London. 


I blushed a little nervous as we stood at the front of the very impressive restaurant Thomas had his arm around me his hand dangerously close to being on my ass, I felt so intimidated in this place, like they would willingly buy and sell me without a second thought. The hostess came to the podium where the paperwork and such sat, she saw Thomas and smiled, then saw me and grimaced seeming repulsed by me, she looked over every inch of me like I was an important document. 

"Yes sir?" she asks turning all her attention to Thomas

"Table for two, were a little late."

she looked in her book a moment not long enough to really read anything 

"I don't have such a reservation, and were full"  she says 

I glanced around her and saw the almost completely empty restaurant 

"I called earlier.  In fact I spoke to you, Addison" 

"ahh yes. I see it now" she says "But I'm afraid your lady friend can't come in"

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