Ashamed at my tight blouse over my large breasts without a bra. A skirt much to tight for my size showed that I had no underwear on and that this slaves cunt was shaved. I felt the restaurant seat under my ass as I had to sit with my skirt pulled up under me.

Across the table my Master smiled up at the waitress who blushed at his words. She's my bitch she doesn't get a menue. The woman was shocked, looked at me as I smiled up her not allowed to speak and just nodded.

She moved away to bring back my strong mixed drink. He liked me drunk sometimes. I knew that he would have one drink and a shot. He usually made sure that he stayed well sober when he took me out like this.

His foot went up between his slaves cunt and pressed hard enough when she brought the drinks back that I bite my tongue not to moan out loud. We were in a both at a popular bar on a Monday night.

Reach for the ice cubes in your water. He waited as I felt them in his slaves hand. Stick them up your whore of a cunt lips. My ass wanted to move. I knew better.
"Again he said, smiling now as I did so. My fingers pushing them back against his slaves cunt walls deeper.

"Whose bitch are you?" He asked smiling tenderly.

Yours Master, your slave, whore bitch.......my voice flushing feeling a pair of eyes or two taking noticed.

More humiltated as he ordered a child's size of spegitie for me with home made garlic bread and another glass of champenge but a soda for himelf and steak.

He reached his hand under, felt the wetness from the ice on the furniture, the cold water on my fat thighs.

I'm letting you have real food tonight little girl rather then the usal crap that you eat to be fat.

Thank you Master, thank you. Not sure when you last let me have something like this.

"Eventually it will be never bitch. His hand slapped up into my cunt before pulling away. Keep putting ice up it to she returns. Count each cub and tell me how you are feeling." The rest of the restaurant was fading out of her view. Her heart beat wildly at being his possession.

Bad Master, excited and scared at eating real food. It's going to taste weird. Sad at the child size. You have made your fat little bitch girl hungry all day.

"Don't worry if you are perfect I may even order two or 3 deserts for you tonight. I think it's a good night for you to throw up most of the night for me."

Her stomach contracted on his words, giving into shivering barely from the water running down her legs now in a slow puddle. This was not as bad as the time that he her peeing in the restaurant booth......