Jason's Devotion
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 1
It was the eve of our one year anniversary. We had seen each other
exclusively for the past year and I thought it was an appropriate time
for a gift. Not just merely any gift, mind you, but a "real" gift.
Something that forced me to sacrifice. No, I wouldn't be able to get
that new car any time soon, but "the hell with it," I figured. Women
like Katya don't come along very often.
We were in the middle of our Caesar salads when I took it from my
inside coat pocket and put it gingerly on the table next to Katya's
wine glass.
"Pour moi?" Katya chirped, feigning innocence.
I never bought anything with diamonds before in my life. But Katya, I
thought, was special.
"Jason, it's beautiful," she beamed, her cobalt blue eyes wet with
victory.
"It just means that you're important to me, Katya. It's a sign of my
commitment. It means that our relationship is serious to me."
"Commitment?" Katya whispered. "What do you know about commitment?"
An odd question, I thought, spoken just a bit belligerently. Katya took
a sip of wine and brushed a lock of her black hair from her forehead.
"I'm fond of you too, Jason, but perhaps I'm not as sure as you. I
like my men to go the distance, so to speak, for me, and a tennis
bracelet, while nice, isn't really much of a test."
"A test?" I answered. "Is that what you want me to take to prove that
I'm committed to you in this relationship? I didn't give you the gift
to bribe you. I did it to prove my devotion to you."
She looked at me with those wicked blue eyes of hers. Katya definitely
had the streak of the devil in her. Her soft lips curled up into a
smile, or was it a snarl?
The waiter returned with our dinners. Katya ordered the swordfish, I
had the petite filet mignon.
"You may take the doggie's dinner and put it in a gentleman's bag.
Oops, now that's embarrassing! I should say...well, never mind. You get
the idea.," Katya interjected, surprising both me and the waiter.
"Right now? Will you be leaving early?" the perplexed young man asked.
"No, we're staying, and I'll eat my dinner here. But Jason will wait
until later, won't you, Jason?" Katya stated as she started to
girlishly giggle.
I sat opposite Katya countless times over a multitude of meals during
the past year, but this was the first time that I wasn't relaxed. Katya
was the type of person who put you at ease immediately. But that night
was different. She excused herself and went to the Ladies' Room as I
pondered my situation.
Katya and I had, by this time, reached an understanding of who was in
control. But we really never talked about it. We kept this part of our
relationship fairly under wraps. The extent of her control over me was
kept discreet in public...until now.
When she returned, I looked at her like the first time I ever laid eyes
on her. It reminded me of the Edith Wharton line, "Each time you happen
to me all over again."
Katya possessed a contained vivacious energy, "like a crate of dynamite
trapped in a match box," I told her on our first date. That made her
laugh then, but I felt a more serious tone to the more current
proceedings. Katya lifted one of her ankle boots and slowly poked the
heel into my groin, the long white tablecloth effectively hiding her
teasing ministrations. She slid a forkful of baked potato into her
mouth, but somehow managed to do it seductively.
"Is that a peppermill in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
she cooed.
I just sat silently, my cock growing.
"Jason, call the waiter over and have him put some fresh pepper on my
potato. But say it like this...my owner, Mistress Katya would like some
pepper on her baked potato."
I looked at her silently, her gaze never wavering. After a brief pause,
I called the waiter over.
"Mmmy owner...Mistress...Katya would like some pepper on her baked
potato, please," I managed to croak out, sweating bullets.
When the waiter finished, Katya had him keep the peppermill on our
table.
"Jason, sweetie. Be a dear and take the peppermill and grind some
pepper on my boot."
Her wide, loving eyes just melted my heart.
"Please?" she added innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Katya shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. I took the peppermill
and looked around. Luckily, our table was fairly secluded. I soon had
her right black leather ankle boot evenly dusted with cracked pepper.
Leaning forward, I looked up when I completed my task.
Katya looked down at me with an impish grin and, voice dripping with
honey, said, "My, my...those boots sure do need polishing. Perhaps a
good tongue-cleaning. Would you mind, Jason?"
I had tongue polished Katya's shoes many times before in private and
worshipped her cute feet behind closed doors. But public humiliation?
Never. I don't even think that Katya considered it humiliation. Just a
game to see how far she could take me in her control over me.
I waited until our waiter left with my credit card until I delicately
got down on my knees. I figured that I had better finish before he
returned with my receipt. From the toe to the base of her ankle, I
laved Katya's sexy boot. Apparently, straight pepper with no chaser
didn't agree with me (a big shocker there!) so I vainly reached for my
water glass. Alas, Katya had already drank it. Consequently, I was
forced to gulp down the rest of my Cabernet. I was dizzy when the
waiter returned, but my Mistress' boot was clean and glistening.
"Good boy. I may have some use for you after all," she giggled,
pressing her booted toe into my crotch as I coughed on my pepper-coated
tongue.
I drove her home with a lust-filled heart and a blood-engorged cock.
Katya had teased me before, but nothing like this.
