Chapter 2

After sitting down and pouring himself a glass of water, Mike simply sat there, looking at her. Claire knew what he was doing: he was drinking in every detail of her body. It was the first time he had ever seen her, and he was clearly relishing the opportunity to see exactly what kind of woman she was. If she had been anybody else, she might have felt embarrassed, even intimidated. But she knew who she was to him, and he knew it too. She was his Mistress, and she was in control here. So, she let his eyes rove over her, sizing her up. Probing every inch of her body that he could see. Claire was sure they made an odd sight to the other patrons of the café, but she didn’t care. This moment was for them, and no social embarrassment would put a stop to it.

Finally, Mike completed his inspection. He took a long sip of water and then sat back in his chair, awaiting her command. However, Claire wanted to make him wait before giving him what he so clearly and so desperately wanted. Thus, instead of indulging him just yet, she decided to tease him just a little.

There was a good reason why Claire had chosen this particular café from all of those that were near to her house: the tablecloths. They were nice and long, easily covering the patron’s legs. The server came back to take their order. Claire ordered for the both of them: a simple omelette, easy to eat whilst one was distracted. Once the server had left, she turned back to face Mike, and put a single finger to her lips. Without saying a word, he swallowed hard and nodded in response. Good boy, she thought, he knew what was coming. He knew that he could not give anything away that might suggest to others that something was up.

Claire slipped off one of her shoes and stretched out her long, slender leg until she felt the rapidly growing bulge in Mike’s tight trousers under her toes. Leaning forward slightly, she squeezed his cock, feeling it throb against her dainty foot. Mike bit his lip hard, but dutifully remained silent. The only sound he made was a sharp intake of breath through his nose. She continued to knead at his cock, feeling it twitch and fight against her foot. Their eyes were locked, a longing, pleading look in his, while she returned with a cocky, self-assured one. They both knew who was in control here, but she wanted to make sure he didn’t cum yet. She had kept him in chastity for a week before their meeting, wanting to make him especially desperate. He was always so much more adorable when he was aching for it.

Claire’s foot felt a slight dampness in Mike’s crotch, and knew that he was leaking pre-cum. She pressed even harder in response, loving the sensation of his cock throbbing against the bondage of his trousers. She noticed his breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow, and could see that he was close to orgasming. Just as she saw he was about to explode, the server came back with their meal, and she took her foot away from Mike.

With a gasp that prompted an odd look from their server, he finally dropped his eyes, and Claire knew for certain now that he had submitted to her. “Oh, don’t worry about him, he’s just really hungry. He hasn’t had such a delicious meal as this in a long time.” Claire explained to the server. It was certainly plausible; it really was a very nice café. Shrugging, the server left them to their brunch. That’s not the only thing he’s hungry for, though, Claire thought to herself. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength for later.”

“Yes, Mistress” Mike responded, his voice low and hoarse. Poor boy, I’m going to have so much fun with you today, she thought.

Claire initially kept her feet to herself while they ate, and they chatted idlily about the weather, the quality of the meal, and the beauty of the small town. But she was a quicker eater than Mike, and once she was done, her foot found its way back to his crotch. It was particularly fun to watch Mike try to keep his fork still as she slowly worked her foot up and down his crotch, sending tremors of pleasure up and down his body. But he was very good for her, and let out not a single sound. Not even those sharp breaths that had escaped earlier. Nor did he cum either. His self-control was remarkable, and Claire was impressed that he was able to discipline himself so well. Clearly, he was eager not to disappoint her. She knew his limits well, but it was another matter entirely when someone else was physically in control. Claire admired his determination, and worked even harder to break him, pressing her foot down hard on his tip, feeling it bulge and swell as his body ached for release. She could imagine how it looked, angry and swollen, full to the point of bursting with hot, sticky pre-cum sheathing it.

Claire slipped her own hands down to her lap and very carefully slid one under the waistband of her jeans. Making sure that no-one else could see, she felt for the nub of pleasure that resided between her thighs, and upon finding it, began to slowly tease it with her fingertip as she watched Mike’s gaze at her, eyes betraying a world of sexual agony in his mind. As she gently brought herself oh so gradually to the edge, he began to realise what she was doing, and his breath quickened in excitement. And yet, he remained in control of himself, expertly managing his exhilaration so as to not to fail her.

But he was not able to completely hide his struggle. He was biting his lip, desperately trying to stop the moans and whimpers that were trying to burst out of him. After he finished his meal, Mike fidgeted with his hands in his lap; fingers knotting themselves and his knuckles white with the effort of not touching himself.

Finally, the server came back to clean their table and serve the bill. Claire released her foot, and quickly withdrew her hands from herself. She paid; Mike was her pet, and she was happy to treat him to this. Besides, she was hungry now, not for food, but for something else, and she wanted to get Mike back to her place and let him treat her.. Once their server left them to attend to new customers, Claire leaned over and whispered to Mike, “Come, pet.” She stood up, and walked out of the café. With a quick glance back, she saw with pleasure that he was following her like a puppy. Claire smiled with delicious anticipation of what was soon to come.

//This is the complete Part I, Chapter 2 of 'To Serve A Goddess'. This is the revised and edited form of my previously released 'From Across the Sea', which was an unedited, raw version intended to gauge audience response and interest. This version is being published as complete and final version. Please enjoy.