Chapter Seven - Submissive Dinner - Escala penthouse
The elevator pings its welcome as the elevator doors open into my Penthouse home at last. I'm shocked by the sound of running feet. W.T.F. …
As I step in, there is Brandy, in a navy blue slip dress, kneeling on a small rug just inside the door.
"Welcome home, Master." Her head is bowed perfectly, eyes cast down, hands flat on her thighs.
I place my hand on her head gently. "Rise."
She does so. I can see the roundness of her breasts, the firm peaks of her nipples.
I kiss her mouth, hungrily, pulling her body flush against me. I can feel her body heat through the thin silk… she is naked underneath, of course. Her hair is brushed and styled, a little makeup and a bauble hangs on a gold chain on her chest. She's stunning. She has made serious efforts to prepare herself for me.
She is submissive; she is mine… to do with as I please.
I decide to exert my self control for a few more minutes to increase the suspense.
"I've been sailing. I'll take a shower now. We will have dinner in 20 minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
As I walk to my bedroom, I see she has my dining table elegantly set with two places as I instructed. Well done!
In my shower, I wonder what she's selected for our dinner. I didn't think to ask her. Oh, well, I'll know soon enough. I'm not a picky eater, I just want to have enough to eat.
I make my entrance in loose lounge pants and a soft fleece top half zipped, my hair carelessly towel dried… still damp… a couple of quick swipes with a comb; it's good enough. Let's eat.
There's a pitcher of ice water and the open bottle of wine with the crystal.
"I don't know about wine." She looks embarrassed. "I looked it up on the internet. Cabernet Sauvignon is recommended for pasta. Unless you'd prefer something else, sir."
"It's fine." Pouring myself a glass of the wine. I look at her.
"Would you like some?"
"If it pleases you."
"Would you like some?" My voice is frosty and I fight to suppress my irritation.
"I don't know. I'd like to try it. I don't drink much." Good answer.
I pour her a little to try.
She takes a sip and smiles. I give her a questioning look.
"It tastes good. Let me get used to it." Sensible girl.
There is a large slow cooker on the table with serving utensils now. I don't remember buying that. What has Mrs. Jones done now? There are fresh cut pears and salads at our places.
"Sit." I tell her. "You may eat."
"Thank you, sir."
"I need you to be healthy and strong."
She enjoys her fresh fruit.
"You aren't eating your salad?"
"I prefer to have my salad with my meal, if I may, sir."
"Fine." I nod. She better eat it.
"Mrs. Jones left us, American Chopped Suey with lean ground turkey, fresh vegetables, elbow macaroni. Grated cheese topping, if it pleases you. I hope you don't mind having the crock pot on the table, Sir. I have garlic bread ready to go under the broiler. I wanted to serve everything to you hot and fresh."
"Go ahead."
She goes to the kitchen. I can hear the rattle of baking sheets and soon I can smell the toasted bread and garlic. She appears at my elbow with a bread basket and tongs.
"You may serve."
She places two large serving scoops of the casserole on my plate and then her own before she serves the bread with the tongs.
"Grated cheese, sir?" And it's like she's offering something else. She's breath takingly erotic as the dress clings to her shapely body as she moves. I drag myself back before I take her across my dining table.
"Mrs. Jones made this?"
"She did most of the cooking and preparation. She left complete instructions for just how to finish everything. It was very helpful."
This is good. It's very tasty. I never gave much thought to American Chopped Suey but there are fresh vegetables, spices added. It's exceptional. Unexpected.
"More wine?"
"No, coffee."
"We have apple pie for desert, sir. Would you like a piece? Warm? A la mode?"
"Yes and yes."
"How many scoops, sir?"
"Two."
"Yes, sir, I'll get right on it."
I watch her retreating back. She's exquisite. Can she feel the heat of my eyes on her? We are going to play tonight. I will limit my alcohol. She's busy in the kitchen which gives me time to think.
We have all night which is good. I want to do a time consuming Karada 'turtle shell' Erotic Japanese tie on Brandy. I'm not going to tell her my plans, of course, but I need to be sure she uses the bathroom before we start. She'll look stunning.
Brandy appears with a tray, the coffee pot, cream and sugar, I nod and she pours my cup and hers. She sits and we sip coffee until a timer buzzes from the kitchen. She returns with the tray, this time with our warmed pie wedges.
We enjoy the fruits of Mrs. Jones labor. Brandy is effusive in her appreciation. I already appreciate Mrs. Jones cooking skills.
"Put things away and clean everything up. I'll be in my study."
"Yes sir." I imagine she was going to say something else, but thought better of it.
I've left the door open to my study where I'm trying to work at my desk… I have mentally reviewed the Karada rope tie and where I have stored the softened hemp rope used for it. I want to go and prepare but I exert my will to keep my plans secret. After a half hour or so, I hear the dishwasher start. She should be here shortly.
"Master." Brandy speaks from the door way.
"I want you in the play room in twenty minutes. Prepare yourself."
"Yes, Sir." Brandy answers cheerfully.