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My Girlfriend? Chapter 4 Hi, my dear readers.. So happy you are still there. What a night.. what a date.. and oh this is just the beginning.. So lets take it up where we left off.. oh my! The collar and leash immediately became real. The combination essentially defined control. She did not take my hand, but the leash tightened as she took her leave from the house. Yes, I followed and as you can imagine, my steps were at first anything but sure. The heels I wore, added several inches to my height, but the tightness combined with the small heel made each step a challenge. It seemed I walked on my toes, it changed my gate, each step smaller, and made with uncommon concentration. The largest change, however, was the sound, the heels and toes of the shoes had metal clips and every step, carried the note of my, I guess the word I should use, is submission. One more quick one. Why did I have a collar on, heels, and a lead? To be clear, I wore a collar she had given me, not only wore, the collar clicked closed with a lock. The reason, simple, I wanted to be with her, simple and direct, yes? I could not begin to think that this was more than one wild evening, nothing that would ever be repeated. I just smiled every time I looked at her, and knew for the next hours I would be her's. That was enough. We got to the car, a BMW, I figured it belonged to her mother, she opened the passenger door and indicated that I should get in. Still not saying a word. Nothing, silent, I wondered if I had stepped over the line with her mother. But I had no control there. Her mother, a goddess in her own right, held me tight and close; not only did I not have control, I did not want that control either. I sat on the leather seat and looked at her standing by the car. Not a word since we left the house as we walked across the drive to the garage. She stood as if she waited for me to do something. I wanted to ask a question but had no idea of what to request. Finally, as if she got tired of me not doing as secretly requested, she reached in and grabbed my arm closet to the door and forced it behind my back, her strength more than evident. Let me add, the position could only be described as most uncomfortable. Could this be one of her mother's rules? I put my other arm in a similar equally placed position behind my back, thinking that maybe having both behind me would be acceptable and desired. As soon as I had done so she pulled the seat belt from its retracted position and brought it around my waist, pulling it very tight securing my arms behind me. The buckle snapped shut. A second strap, unlike any I had seen in a motor vehicle before then, was lowered from behind, split one side to each shoulder, a then she drew up a third from the middle of the seat between my legs, unseen before, and connected, this too, tightening the straps digging deeply into my crotch. She then adjusted each individually until there was no further modification available. As you can imagine, I could not move at all. 'For the time being, this is how you will ride with me. I hope you don't find it too uncomfortable but you must remain ultra secure. I will tighten it further before we leave. Whenever you get in the car I expect you to prepare for your installation, I add, this will be done without question or comment. Is that clear?" "Yes, Brenda, but do I have to have my arms behind me?" She did not answer my question at all, her silent stare denied any other answer. The clock showed that minutes passed by before she said another word. "I have one cardinal rule, there is absolutely no talking, none, not a word when I am driving, this is for my comfort and your safety. Any violation of this rule will be strictly answered with a correction which will be included in your installation from that point forward. Is that clear?" She had not taken the wheel as of yet but I felt the rule probably included any residence in the car at all. I nodded my head. "Good, let's tighten your straps and then get going." She took each strap connection, twice, pulling any and all slack out of the attachment. She stood back and looked at me. Her face did not show satisfaction. I tried to smile. From the side of the headrest there were two more small straps, I could see small hook clips on each end. She snapped one each to the ring on the side of my collar. As she took out the slack, my head pulled back into the headrest, until the strain on my neck became a concern. "No words, your single warning," she said stepping back and looking at me, I could not turn my head as the straps on the collar prevented any movement. She moved around to the front of the car, opening the driver's door and got inside. Her lusty scent filled the car and my senses. She pulled out of the drive quickly, leaving a small slick squeal of tire and road, racing down the quiet street. She turned the first corner not even slowing and the wheels again displayed the difference between traction and control. My pulse quickened. Each turn, as we got closer to the main drive, the speed increased. I could see the signs for the freeway stating it's distance as one mile ahead, she pressed down on the accelerator, we swerved left and then right around two slower moving vehicles. I screamed out, "For god's sake, slow down." She looked over at me. From the corner of my eye, I could see the expression, one would have to describe it as perturbed. The car came to a screeching halt and pulled to the side of the road. We essentially parked. "I fully expected you not to be capable of such a simple directive, but I thought it might take longer than 45 seconds." She reached across me and opened the glove compartment. Inside I could see, two items, the light did not give me any chance of determining detail. She flicked on the overhead. She held one in each hand. Ok, yes, another aside, they were gags. One was a three and half inch long penis shaped gag, it was quite thick, at least two of me, in comparison. The other, a ball, maybe a little smaller than a tennis ball, both had thick leather straps attached with buckles and locks. She held out both for me to make a choice. As she explained, the ball had to go all the way inside my mouth, behind my teeth, she said it would have to be forced in and would take some effort to remove it. Somewhat painful, the other a penis shape, plain and simple. The other aspect, equally explained, I would be forced to wear the one I choose any time and from now until she decided she could trust her need for silence. I looked at the ball and it looked too big to fit in my mouth. Even though it was a bit soft, I could not imagine getting it behind my teeth. The penis gag seemed the safer choice, after all, it would be for only one date, just a lark. "I am pleased that you're being a good sport about all this. I realize I can be a bit demanding at times." She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, sweetie." Is this an aside to an aside? LOL. Ok, maybe yes. She kissed me, Oh my god , her lips were on mine, soft and warm, no hot, and slick, more than I could have imagined, so deep, so real, so amazing. Which is not a great word for such an event, my eyes closed and I said to myself this is not so bad, maybe there is more. Not so much the control, but the kiss, maybe more? The penis gag, did I mention it was black and soft. When she put it against my lips, the only thing I said, could this get any more real? She inserted the penis pushing it against my lips, my mouth held open, it fit quite tightly and she then pulled the straps behind my head securing the connection most securely. OK, back to the story, that's what we have decided call this, a story, I once thought fable, as there is an underlying message here somewhere. Was that an aside.. I hope, not. So story... Oh the kiss, and then smile as she inserted the gag, yes it was a penis, so life like, so soft and it filled my mouth fully, she then buckled it in and I heard a lock click. Yes, a bit redundant, but oh my god.. a penis gag?? Her smile made the discomfort worthwhile. "It's locked so I don't have to worry about it coming free. It will be inserted after your installation anytime we travel by car. I don't expect any discussion. Is that clear to you?" I could only nod my head slightly as the last two attachments securing my collar to the headrest made any movement difficult or more accurately impossible. Of course, the gag made it difficult for me to say anything. I thought, perhaps this was not the best decision that I had made recently, but then the kiss, and I said, well maybe an experience for an evening, not so bad really, and I tried to smile and nod my head in the affirmative. She looked at me and I could see from the corner of my eye she had a more pleased look on her face. The car started again. As I got used to the unfamiliar shape in my mouth, I began to suck and swallow, mostly my own spit that seemed to grow at an alarming rate, but almost immediately I sensed a secondary flavor. We drove for about an hour, not sure if it was around in circles or just a distance. The penis gag in my mouth, caused me to bring up saliva, really just drool, the only thing I could do is suck on the cock locked between my lips and swallow the slime in my mouth. I could not believe it was just mine, the taste so very different. "I like seeing you suck on the cock filling your mouth, I filled it with a bit of a treat too. I have a friend, actually my mothers," she started speaking, "she actually runs a sperm bank, well enough said," she smiled, "do you like the taste, there's plenty more." I had just swallowed another mouth full, and of course, her words explained the weird taste, as more of the slime sperm leaked out of the thick cock. I had no choice but to swallow again. The taste, the thickness, locked the taste and source past the point of believability. "You're being a very good boy," she said without my input, "I am so glad you are enjoying your snack, we are almost there. If you continue to be a good boy, your reward will be such that will cause your smile to expand to unheard of dimensions." Her words, of course, put a blanket over any of the difficult considerations I was enduring. Again, one evening, choices seemed a small price to pay. I swallowed again, getting used to the taste, could I be enjoying the unique scent and taste of the slime leaking behind my lips? We soon turned in to the restaurant parking lot and to the front entrance. Within a few seconds a valet was at her door. She sat in the car, not moving, perhaps a minute or more. Without a word. I sucked on the cock while we waited. The doors remained closed. "This is our first date, there is so much to share with you," she said finally breaking the silence, "I hesitate to take this chance, as you did not keep my first and most simple directive more than a few seconds. However here the...," she paused, her voice stopped at least a minute before she began again, "my installations are not changed. Since this is a first, your understanding as to how serious I am when I make a suggestion, a request, or a directive, and your immediate compliance, without comment or any kind of ... I don't want to use the words argument or complaint, as these would end the evening and our potential relationship, the same way of dropping a stone on your grave, over forever, no looking back. I will not use those words. Your absolute compliance will make my enjoyment deeper, my smile truer, that desire to please me, becomes your sole directive." I listened to the words but really had no understanding. How could I? Meeting such a person had never been even a dream. The reality of such left me in a dark cave with only this creature with a light. "When we enter this restaurant, you are to put your hands behind your back, you will not speak at all until I give you permission to do so." I looked at her from the corner of my eye knowing that the two rules she had shared would only multiply through the evening. She leaned over and came so very close, her face just inches from mine. "Suck hard on your gag cock, empty it fully, fill your mouth, I want your mouth full of the slime I shared with you, holding it until I tell you to swallow." I looked at her and felt the cock filling my mouth, the shape so male, I sucked hard, and the cock, simply ejaculated, filling my mouth with the warm sperm. I wanted to swallow but held the slop filling waiting behind my lips, waiting for her words of instruction. She smiled whispering, "Good boy," and began to unclip my head from the headrest. In the reverse order, each clasp was released. Lastly, the belt holding my hands behind my back. My arms felt like they were asleep. As they came back slowly to a usable condition, sharp pains floated across each as if sharp pins were being jabbed into my shoulder and along the length of the arm. The gag remained. Locked in. She sat and looked at me, smiling. I wanted to swallow so badly, but I held it as best I could, the gag continued to leak, adding more slime to the mix already present. She turned away, her door opened as the attendant held out a hand offering her any required assistance as she exited the vehicle. I stayed in my seat, waiting for the attendant to open my door. "So good, my sweet," she said standing by my door, "if there is a choice in terms of actions, waiting for me to make it for you is always the best choice." She reached in and took control of my lead. Pulling slightly urging me from the car, "Hands behind you," she said and walked directly away, the lead tightening, the car door closed behind me. So let's take a moment of review.. I know I need it... Now I have a penis gag in my mouth, locked in with the thick leather strap behind my head, the butt end sticking out of my mouth, and I am walking up the stairs into a first-class restaurant. My date, an unbelievably beautiful woman, so out of class, towering over me, even in my three inch high heels. My silver chain lead connected to the collar with the other end in her hand. Not my usual Friday night date. Oh yes, my mouth is filled with a well-mixed combination of spit and sperm. I dont know about you but I am still shaking my head. We walked up the steps, my hands never leaving their position behind my back. The door opened and we walked in. I stood behind her. "Ms. Evanston so nice to see you again," Martin Green, the owner of the restaurant, said, as he greeted us at the door , he looked over at me and smiled, then back to Brenda, "Welcome, we are so pleased to have you join us this evening. Your requirements are well in place." "I had no thought or worry that might not be the case," Brenda smiled, and then pushed me in front of her, "Martin, this is Jeremy." Aside.. This is getting crazy, here I am with a cock gag filling my mouth, my lips practically overflowing, filled with sperm slime, and I am being introduced. I tried to smile and nod my head. I honestly did not know how to react, other than the thought going through my head, I am not the first. "Jeremy, it is my pleasure to meet a friend of Ms. Evenston," instead of the handshake he brushed a length of hair, behind my ear, "please let me know how I might be of any service." We were led to the back of the semi crowded restaurant, to a very private booth. Sitting in front, a high chair, large, yes, but still a high chair, a tray sat on the table. The chair's color as you can imagine...bright pink, with a clean white tray. I knew, of course, it would be where I would sit for the evening. Martin stood next to the high chair. Brenda let go of my lead, handing over her control and with a slight tug on my collar, he urged me to sit. The height of the chair seat itself was level with table top so it took a little effort and his hand to get up and sit in the chair. Martin had done this before. He quickly grabbed the two straps, one that went around my chest, another belt went around my waist then two more came over my shoulders crossing against my back, down my front connecting with a crotch strap very much like the attachments in the car just exited the last actually added a thick plastic plate that held my held legs wide apart. The straps all had adjustments , and having the recent "installation" in the car, I watched as he expertly took out any slack in each. Each second, he urged the straps closer to my body, quickly and with expert care that could only come from practice, tightening each one at a time, until I felt one with the chair. Seated so securely and in silence, I sat still gagged with a mouth full of growing spit and sperm. Brenda had taken a seat at the table directly to my side. She smiled as Martin finished his installation of me into the high chair. "Martin would you be a dear and make sure Jeremy is most secure in his seat?" Martin smiled and took up the tightening once again, the straps cut in tightly. " You are a dear, thank you, we can possibly make another adjustment later during the dinner?" "Yes, that would work, may I bring you a glass of wine, we have your favorite, 2007 vintage." "That would be perfect," Brenda looked over at me and smiled. "A bottle for your guest?" Martin smiled asking the required question. "Yes, perfect you are such a sweet man. Isn't he Jeremy?" I nodded in answer. I hoped that soon the gag could be removed. The slosh in my mouth seemed to grow. I resisted swallowing. I watched Brenda, she seemed happy, enjoying her time with me. Yes, it's time for an aside. Ok, yes, I am sitting in a high chair, yes, so much larger, than most, but not much, and yes, I am strapped in with a very tight crotch strap and bright pink plastic straps over my shoulders that connect together at my waist. Ok, I have a thick penis gag in my mouth, and my mouth is full of spit and sperm. I so wanted to swallow but her smile kept me from doing so. How so, I wanted her smile, to be related to my ..what.. My performance? Not sure what to call it, but the overall need was her satisfaction. The smile held me. The collar held my head up. I mention this as it became another aspect of her control. The question you might ask, was I happy? That's complicated, ecstatic to be with her, and so deeply embarrassed in that position, that it almost hurt. But having her, have me, as hers. Does that make sense? I felt protected and complete. She leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed and she sighed. There were no words. The sounds of the restaurant were the only disturbances that evaded our table. "I trust this glass will meet your requirements, and enjoyments," Martin said quietly returning to the table. Her eyes opened and the smile she graced Martin with as he laid a white small napkin on the table and then put the glass before her, caused him to flush. His smile grew as he too could only think of her pleasure. "Martin, I am absolutely confident the wine will be of an excellent quality. Thank you for your excellent service," her hand laid on the glass but she did not take a sip. "Your most welcome, please give me just the slightest notice and I will return with menus." She spoke briefly, a single word correcting his pluralism, "Menu." "Of course," he nodded and turned, returning to the other customers under his service warrant. Brenda closed her eyes again, leaning back against the supple leather seating. There were minutes struck from the clock before she moved. She leaned forward, looking at the glass and then over at me. She smiled slightly, more of an acknowledgment than one of satisfaction. I had the impression that she considered speaking to me. The look providing the truth that a conversation would be difficult. This was a one only kind of date, an experience for the very personal diary, nothing to be repeated, or evaluated in future terms. I could recognize that, and while it gave me peace, I could also sense a tear too. "Jeremy, I am sure you have.. " she paused, as if the next words were both difficult and distasteful, .... questions", the word stated as if she needed to spit, an internal argument of even using such vernacular. Her face gave me the direct knowledge that she had the need to vomit, "I urge you in the strongest terms never, and I mean never utter such. Is this fully understood, nod your head. I will not bring such comments to the surface ever again." I nodded, the single date as an aspect of the evening making such a commitment easy and without fear or concern. She looked at me without a smile, her face saying that the nod did not meet her need for my commitment. I was ready to offer more but my mouth was full, waiting for permission to swallow. I was hers for this one evening. Martin returned to the table; he held a silver tray, and on the center was a baby bottle. Full of white liquid, I, of course, assumed milk. My original assumption would quickly be challenged. He placed the bottle in front of Brenda. " Baby Bertha's mommy's milk, precisely heated to 87 degrees." Brenda's hand touched the side of the bottle, feeling the temperature, "We will need two more at a later time." "Of course, I will await your note of need. Are you in need of a menu at this time." "No," she offered no further explanation. Martin smiled and walked away. Again we were alone, she sat quietly, taking a sip from her glass of wine, she swirled it gently, looking out at the restaurant, completely ignoring me. She touched the baby bottle again. "Jeremy, it is time to remove your penis gag," she said as she reached over flipping open the locking clasp and gently took hold of the plastic rubber emerging from my lips. "Don't swallow." The gag slowly slipped from between my lips, the sound seemed to be so loud and sexually intense. The last portion, the bulbous head, widened my lips, the sperm slick coating the surface of the gag, the excess dripping down my chin. As it fully exited, I held my mouth closed trapping the slime until she would give me permission to swallow. She laid the penis gag on the table, the fat head looked larger than before, then prefering a differnt position, perhaps to show off her point of control, she sat it up right, the sperm and spit coating now dripping down and forming a small pool at the base. Standing up proudly proclaiming it's existence. She took hold of the top of the baby bottle and slowly turned the top, twisting and removing the nipple and plastic locking rim carefully laying each on the table. "Do you still have your warm slime trapped and held for me?" I nodded. My mouth would be empty soon. "Show me." I turned my head to the side, my eyes trying to tell her that should I do so, it will all spill out. "Lean back and open your mouth," Brenda's voice saying telling me that I should have known how to display the slime correctly without her directive and instruction. I let my head fall back so I was looking up at the ceiling and opened my mouth for her inspection. She leaned closer looking between my open lips and then stuck her finger into the depth. She raised the wet finger to her own lips and let her tongue slide out and over the slime. She smiled, "I like how it has mixed." I could see her then reaching for the opened baby bottle. She picked it up, offering it to me, holding the bottle of milk next to my open mouth, "Spit it out into your bottle." She sat and looked at me, smiling. I wanted to swallow so badly, but I held it as best I could, the gag continued to leak, adding more slime to the mix already present. She turned away, her door opened as the attendant held out a hand offering her any required assistance as she exited the vehicle. I stayed in my seat, waiting for the attendant to open my door. "So good, my sweet," she said standing by my door, "if there is a choice in terms of actions, waiting for me to make it for you is always the best choice." She reached in and took control of my lead. Pulling slightly urging me from the car, "Hands behind you," she said and walked directly away, the lead tightening, the car door closed behind me. So let's take a moment of review.. I know I need it... Now I have a penis gag in my mouth, locked in with the thick leather strap behind my head, the butt end sticking out of my mouth, and I am walking up the stairs into a first-class restaurant. My date, an unbelievably beautiful woman, so out of class, towering over me, even in my three inch high heels. My silver chain lead connected to the collar with the other end in her hand. Not my usual Friday night date. Oh yes, my mouth is filled with a well-mixed combination of spit and sperm. I dont know about you but I am still shaking my head. We walked up the steps, my hands never leaving their position behind my back. The door opened and we walked in. I stood behind her. "Ms. Evanston so nice to see you again," the man greeting us at the door , looked over at me and smiled, "welcome, so pleased to have you join us this evening. Your requirements are well in place." "I had no thought or worry that might not be the case," Brenda smiled, and then pushed me in front of her, "Martin this is Jeremy." Aside.. This is getting crazy, here I am with a cock gag filling my mouth, my lips practically overflowing, filled with sperm slime, and I am being introduced. I tried to smile and nod my head. I honestly did not know how to react, other than the thought going through my head, I am not the first. "Jeremy, it is my pleasure to meet a friend of Ms. Evenston," instead of the handshake he brushed a length of hair, behind my ear, "please let me know how I might be of any service." We were led to the back of the restaurant, a very private booth, but sitting in front, a high chair, large, yes, but still a high chair, a tray sat on the table. The chair's color as you can imagine...bright pink, with bright white tray. I knew, of course, it would be where I would sit for the evening. Martin stood next to the high chair. Brenda let go of my lead, handing it to Martin, and with a slight tug on my collar, he urged me to sit. The height of the chair seat itself was level with table top so it took a little effort and his hand to get up and sit in the chair. Martin had done this before. He grabbed the straps, the first two came over my shoulders crossing against my back, and connecting with a crotch strap very much like the attachments in the car just exited. A belly strap that went around my chest, another belt went around my waist and then a thick strap up between my legs, the last actually added a thick plastic plate that held my held legs wide apart. The straps all had adjustments , and having the recent "installation" in the car, I watched him in silence, still gagged with a mouth full of growing spit and sperm. He urged the straps closer to my body, tightening each one at a time, until I felt one with the chair. Brenda had taken a seat at the table directly to my side. She smiled as Martin installed me into the high chair. " Martin would you be a dear and make sure Jeremy is most secure in his seat?" Martin smiled and took up the tightening once again, the straps cut in tightly. " You are a dear, thank you, we can possibly make another adjustment during the dinner?" "Yes, that would work, may I bring you a glass of wine, we have your favorite, 2007 vintage." "That would be perfect," Brenda looked over at me and smiled. "A bottle for your guest?" Martin smiled asking the required question. "Yes, perfect you are such a sweet man. Isn't he Jeremy?" I nodded in answer. I hoped that soon the gag could be removed. The slosh in my mouth seemed to grow. I resisted swallowing. I watched Brenda, she seemed happy, enjoying her time with me. Yes, it's time for an aside. Ok, yes, I am sitting in a high chair, yes, so much larger, than most, but not much, and yes, I am strapped in with a very tight crotch strap and bright pink plastic straps over my shoulders that connect together at my waist. Ok, I have a thick penis gag in my mouth, and my mouth is full of spit and sperm. I so wanted to swallow but her smile kept me from doing so. How so, I wanted her smile, to be related to my ..what.. My performance? Not sure what to call it, but the overall need was her satisfaction. The smile held me. The collar held my head up. I mention this as it became another aspect of her control. The question you might ask, was I happy? That's complicated, ecstatic to be with her, and so deeply embarrassed that it almost hurt. But having her, have me, as hers. Does that make sense? I felt protected and complete. She leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed and she sighed. There were no words. The sounds of the restaurant were the only disturbances that evaded our table. "I trust this glass will meet your requirements, and enjoyments," Martin said quietly returning to the table. Her eyes opened and the smile she graced Martin with as he laid a white small napkin on the table and then put the glass before her, caused him to flush. His smile grew as he too could only think of her pleasure. "Martin, I am absolutely confident the wine will be of an excellent quality. Thank you for your excellent service," her hand laid on the glass but she did not take a sip. "Your most welcome please give me just the slightest notice and I will return with menus." She spoke briefly a single word correcting his pluralism, "Menu." "Of course," he nodded and turned returning to the other customers under his service warrant. Brenda closed her eyes again, leaning back against the supple leather seating. There were minutes struck from the clock before she moved. She leaned forward, looking at the glass and then over at me. She smiled slightly, more of an acknowledgment than one of satisfaction. I had the impression that she considered speaking to me. The look providing the truth that a conversation would be difficult. This was a one only kind of date, an experience for the very personal diary, nothing to be repeated, or evaluated in future terms. "Jeremy, I am sure you have.. " she paused, as if the next words were both difficult and distasteful, ".. questions", the word stated as if she needed to spit, an internal argument of even using such vernacular. Her face gave me the direct knowledge that she had the need to vomit, "I urge you in the strongest terms never, and I mean never utter such. Is this fully understood, nod your head. I will not bring such comments to the surface ever again." I nodded, the single date as an aspect of the evening making such a commitment easy and without fear or concern. She looked at me without a smile, her face saying that the nod did not meet her need for my commitment. I was ready to offer more but my mouth was full, waiting for permission to swallow. I was hers for this one evening. Martin returned to the table; he held a silver tray, and on the center was a baby bottle. Full of white liquid, I, of course, assumed milk. My original assumption would quickly be challenged. He placed the bottle in front of Brenda. " Baby Bertha's mommy's milk, precisely to 87 degrees." Brenda's hand touched the side of the bottle, feeling the temperature, "We will need two more at a later time." "Of course, I will await your note of need. Are you in need of a menu at this time." "No," she offered no further explanation. Martin smiled and walked away. Again we were alone, she sat quietly, taking a sip from her glass of wine, she swirled it gently, looking out at the restaurant, completely ignoring me. She touched the baby bottle again. "Jeremy, it is time to remove your penis gag," she said as she reached over flipping open the locking clasp and gently took hold of the plastic rubber emerging from my lips. "Don't swallow." The gag slowly slipped from between my lips, the sound seemed to be so loud and sexually intense. The last portion, the bulbous head, widened my lips, the sperm slick coating the surface of the gag, the excess dripping down my chin. As it fully exited, I held my mouth closed trapping the slime until she would give me permission to swallow. She laid the penis gag on the table, the fat head looked larger than before, she sat it up right, the sperm and spit coating dripping down and forming a small pool at the base. Standing up proclaiming it's existence. She took hold of the top of the baby bottle and slowly turned the top, twisting it carefully. Then laid the nipple and plastic locking rim on the table. "Do you still have your warm slime trapped and held for me?" I nodded. My mouth would be empty soon. "Show me." I turned my head to the side my eyes trying to tell her that should I do so it will all spill out. "Lean back and open your mouth." Her voice saying telling me that I should have known how to display the slime correctly without her directive and instruction. I let my head fall back so I was looking up at the ceiling and opened my mouth for her inspection. She leaned closer looking between my open lips and then stuck her finger into the depth. She rasied the wet finger to her own lips and le her tongue slide out and over the slime. She smiled, "I like how it has mixed." I could see her then reaching for the opened baby bottle. She picked it up, offering to me, holding next to my open mouth, "Spit it out into your bottle." I was glad to be rid of the slime filling my mouth but somewaht concerend in spitting it intot he open bottle but I let it slip from my lips in long dribble. She took the bottle back and I watched her reattach the nipple to the contents of the bottle. And then she set it in front of me on the pink tray. She placed it so carefully there was an absence of noise. Sitting back in her seat she raised her glass of wine, a slight pause as she indicated with the merest move of both eyes and her hand an indication as if she had yelled in the loudest voice, echoing against the walls, for me to pick up the baby bottle. My hand reached out to the offered bottle and immediately felt the warm as I allowed my hands to grasp it. The slight heat, the milk warmed, cursed me to stop and look at this goddess again. No words the demand well understood, I lifted the bottle and put it to my lips. Her head just turned to the side, another demand silent but well stated, I was to suck and drink the warm milk mixture. I began to suck, and immediately the sweet milk filled my mouth. My lips filled quickly, my only option left, to swallow or spit it out. Only seconds expanded in the consideration of the two options, I let it slide down my throat. She smiled, sitting back again taking a sip from her glass. "My sweet boy, I want you to know one thing," she took another sip, waiting for me to fill my mouth again and swallow. "I detest the games of adult baby, but the unique offerings in such scenes are sometimes enjoyable, however this is a..." she paused taking another sip, waiting for me to fill my mouth again with another sucking of the thick nipple, watching me filling my mouth with the warm milk and slick cum, "you might call it a test, I would not use that word, my pleasure and satisfaction are the only measure of your concern and if you failed to provide that, we would end tonight and our brief exposure would become a dim and distasteful memory. I am still pleased," she smiled. There is still so much more to share about this evening... but I want to get this down first before I go on. I can not thank you enough for the wonderful comments you have shared, they mean so much. Caroline also wanted to let you know she is now writing .. get this .. 5 books at the same time.. impossible..crazy. But Man Dating is still going on.. she said they they were going to a see play as the next date.. what could happen..she said it should be there for you by Christmas. A little present. There is another one that she has going already that takes place in the 1600's in England, which will be fun too. It's got witches and dragons and such.. and oh yes a very handsome prince too.. LOL.. Hope you all have a wonderful Holiday.. look for a present from CS soon...