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Janey’s eyes had a wild look to them.

He knew why.  It was Master’s Weekend: a game they played within their D/s dynamic.  For one weekend, randomly chosen by him, she became a slave and not just submissive.  He was no longer Sir but Master.  She was not allowed to refuse a single command he gave her, not even one.  He’d put it to the test a little bit before, and she’d never failed him.  No matter how embarrassed she felt, she obeyed him.  

It wasn’t unusual for him to pick a movie to attend that he knew she wasn’t really into, so she wouldn’t be missing much as she spent it on her knees between his.  So far, no one had openly caught them at it.  He suspected that a couple of rows behind them knew.  After all, it was stadium seating, and they’d have had a good view of Janey’s bobbing head.  Tom didn’t have his hand on his popcorn.  

He’d told her later, but she’d know.

“I knew, Master.  I…could see him watching me.” She confessed.  

“You never paused or showed you knew.” He told her.

She giggled softly.  “I knew you wouldn’t care, and it made it so much more…wicked for me to be doing to you.”

He had wondered why her job had been outstanding that night.

Right now, she was looking wild because they were in the middle of a crowded and busy mall.  They were at the usual table he liked best and having some lunch.  She didn’t seem too hungry, but he didn’t chide her for it.  He knew she was waiting for what he would do to her.  The wonderful thing was that if he did nothing, then she’d be horribly disappointed.  She wanted this.  She craved being put in his slave collar and having him tug tightly on it!

It was time.

Looking very nonchalant, he moved his right hand in her direction and stretched out his thumb.  She eyed it, and her breath caught in her throat.  Tom shouldn’t have to say a thing.  Janey would know what was expected of her.  

Her eyes came up to his.  “Please, Master, may I kneel first?” She begged.

This surprised him a little, and it must have shown on his face.

“I…it…it will feel more natural for me, Master, if I kneel as I take your thumb, please?” She begged.

He nodded.

Janey slowly stood and moved her chair away to another nearby table.  She then approached and knelt on the floor on his right side.  

“Beg for it.” He told her.

She nodded.  “Please, Master, please, may I have your thumb?”

“You may.” He moved his hand towards her.

She reached up with both of her hand to cradle his gently, lovingly, and carefully sucked his thumb in past her lips.  A soft moan vibrated throught his hand as she began to suck on it and swirl her tongue around it.  

A young couple less than five feet away turned in shock and surprise.  Tom ignored them for the most part, but he did notice the young woman looked more fascinated than shocked.  The young man seemed plain dumbstruck.

Tom addressed the young woman.  “Curious?” He asked her.

She tore her eyes off Janey long enough to nod at him.  “Is…is she doing what I think she’s doing?”  

“Put a Sir on the end of that question and I will answer it.” He told her.

Her eyes widened a little, but she licked her lips.  “Is she doing what I think she’s doing, Sir?”

“If you think she is sucking on my thumb as if it were another part of me, then yes.  It’s a way for her to show her obedience and devotion, and please me, without us getting arrested.  It also puts her into a very submissive mindset.” He explained.  “Doesn’t it, Love?” He asked Janey.

Janey nodded and eyed the young woman, nodding once more.

“And you make her kneel to do this, Sir?” The young lady asked with a little bit of tartness.

Tom took his thumb out.  “Tell her who begged to kneel, Janey.”

“I begged him to let me kneel, Miss.  It…it feels more natural to do this from here.” Janey eyed his thumb.  “Please, Master?”

He nodded and gave it back to her, where she took it and got by once more.

“Did she just call you master?” The woman asked.

Tom raised one eyebrow at her.

The young lady blushed.  “Did she just call you master, Sir?”

“She did.  We’re usually just a Dominant and submissive dynamic, but this weekend we are Master and slave.” Tom explained calmly.

“My God.” The young woman breathed.

“No, just Master.” Tom joked.  He teased Janey about that all the time.  “Your name, please?” He asked.

“Tina, Sir.” She did it without thinking this time.

Tom glanced at the young man.  “Is this your boyfriend, Tina?”

She blushed once more and wiggled her head a little.  It’s our second date, so I’m not sure yet.

“But I want to be.” The young man spoke up.

“That much is a given, young man.” Tom smiled.  “I don’t blame you.”  He turned to Tina.  “You are very lovely, Dear.”

“Well, thank you, Sir, but…should you be saying that with another woman sucking on your…thumb at the moment?” Tina cocked her head.

Tom shrugged.  “Why not?  Janey knows I am not monogamous.  I am free to speak my mind or do as I please.”

Tina grinned.  “And what do you please to do, Sir?”

“More than would be appropriate when you’re already on a date.” He smiled at her.

“He would stop you?” Tina glanced at her date, who was scowling now.

“Call it professional courtesy.” Tom shrugged.  “I don’t steal women.  I don’t need to do that.  If you wish me to contact you later, then you’ll let me know, but it’s up to you.”

“That takes some balls, Sir.” She eyed him.

“I suppose it does.  I should warn you, though.” Tom withdrew his thumb once more, making Janey whimper a little.  “Janey, attend, if I took you back behind us to the family restroom and locked the door, what would I be about to do to you?”

Janey smiled.  She knew this game.  “I would think you meant to spank me or use your belt on me, Master.  My bottom does need your attention, Sir.”

“And after that?” Tom asked.

Janey giggled in a deep tone full of wicked promise.  “Master would not let a freshly whipped ass go to waste.  He would fuck me then, of course, or I would beg him to most ardently.”

“Janey, do you think Tina’s ever been spanked and fucked one right after each other?” Tom asked.

Janey looked over at Tina and appraised her.  “I’d say no, Master.  She is much too tense right now.  She is like…prey that senses you are a predator but is still unsure whether to flee or bare her…neck to you.” Janey giggled at the last part and showed that her neck was not what she’d meant to say.

“You mean…you mean, he beats you?” Tina asked Janey.

“Only if I’m fortunate, Tina.  It’s usually just a spanking or paddling.  I was paddled earlier, want to see the marks?” Janey offered.

“I would.” The young man spoke up.

Tom laughed.  

Tina scowled at her date.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

“He’s being a male…finally,” Tom answered for him.  “Show him, Janey.”

Janey pivoted, her backside facing the young man, and pulled up the short hem of her minidress.

“Wow.” The young man breathed.  “That’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,  young sir, but what part do you mean, please?” Janey asked.

“The markings, your ass, your not wearing any underwear.” He answered.

“Do you wish to see, Tina?” Tom asked.

She began to shake her head but stopped.  “Yes, please, Sir?”

“Janey.” It was all he needed to say, and Janey moved to show the young woman, as well as a small group of onlookers who were now paying attention.

“Better cover up, Love, before security gets here,” Tom told her.

“Yes, Master.” Janey obeyed.

Do you want your chair again? He asked.

“No, Master. I am comfortable right here.” Janey assured him.

Tina’s mouth was open in a small O shape.

“I think it’s time we went back there, don’t you, Love?” He asked Janey.

“Please, Sir, yes?  Pretty please, will you use your belt?” She begged.

“Why, Dear?” He asked.  It was more for Tina to hear than anything else.

“I crave the feel of Master’s leather against my flesh as he whips his slave for pleasure.  It gets me…so very hot and wet, Sir.” Janey blushed a little now, knowing she was being made to display just what a slut she was to their audience.

“And how many lashes should I give you, Little Slut?” He went ahead and said it.

She wriggled.  “As many as you please…until I beg you to stop?” She asked.

He laughed.  “When have you ever begged me to stop?”

Janey blushed some more.  “Never, Sir.”

“Hmm…Come.” He stood and beckoned to her.

Janey rose and bowed her head to follow him.

Tom turned to Tina.  “You know where I’ll be for a time, if you want to reach me.” He turned and walked away without another word.

Janey followed him, and they entered the spacious family restroom, locking the door.  She was already stripping for him to make use of her.  Tom had barely begun to take his belt from the loops when they both heard a soft knock at the door.

“Yes?” He called out.

“Umm…it’s…it’s Tina, Sir.  May I, please, come in?” She begged.

“What about…” Tom began.

“I told him…well…I told him if he was angry with me that…I’d answer for it later, Sir.  He agreed.” Tina answered.

Tom turned to Janey and arched one eyebrow.

Janey smiled warmly at him.  “Thank you for asking, Master.  Yes.  You know you never need to ask.”

“And yet, I still will.” He grinned.

“Which is why I’ll always say yes.” Janey chuckled.  “Let the poor thing inside.  She’s probably shaking in those low heels right now.”

Tom unlocked the door.