I received the text message. Straight to the point as always. "Dinner at Speranza's. 8pm. Dress to impress. Ms S."

No 'are you free tonight?' or 'do you fancy going for a meal?' With Susie, or Miss Susie as she liked to be called, she expected you to be at her beck and call whenever she wanted you. And the truth was, I did so want her and I knew I was competing with others for her attention all the time.

Susie had a list of girls and didn't care letting you know just who she'd been with the night before. I thought 'this is a test. If I choose the wrong outfit I’ll fail.’ I scanned my wardrobe, pulling outfit after outfit out onto the bed or onto the floor as I searched for the perfect outfit to make an entrance.

Finally at 7.45pm I was ready. One last check in the mirror as I ran my eyes approvingly over my outfit. I went for classy and tasteful rather than slutty. A simple black dress, mid thigh with long sleeves, tight fitted, high necked, puritanical almost, though not puritanical enough to hide my 34C breasts which I ran my hands over, feeling the nipples harden through the material at the thought that Susie might do the same.

To contrast the plain black dress, underneath I wore French knickers with a matching bra. French knickers were Susie's one weakness and these would knock her out. They were a pale pink, almost nude colour with lace trim in a pinkish white and embroidered details, I knew she would approve of these. I decided to go against wearing stockings and after a final choice between knee high boots or open toed 4 inch heeled sandals, I went for the heels.

I walked into the restaurant at 8 on the dot. When I mentioned I was meeting Mistress Susie, the waiter's eyes lit up and he led me directly to your table. I could feel you checking me out, giving me the once over as he led me to the table. As he pulled out the chair for me, Susie glanced up at him, smiled and thanked him and told him we were ready to order. He nodded and left.

I gasped and quickly opened the menu but she put the tip of her finger on the top of the menu and lowered it to the table. Looking at me with her piercing green eyes, I felt my insides melt and I knew I didn't care if this was a test, all I wanted was to be near her. Without speaking, she turned and looked at a waitress who had appeared at our table.

"Good evening Aoife. We will both have the scallops to start with followed by steak for me, rare and a Caesar salad for her."

Susie didn't look at me the entire time, just smiled and flirted with the waitress with the funny name Ee-fa or something. She closed the menu with a snap and handed it back to Aoife and watched her as the waitress walked away from our table. Watching her sway her hips while wearing the regulation tight black mini skirt and white shirt, though managing to make it look erotic and sensual.

My eyes ran up from her black flat shoes up her stockinged legs and over her firm peachy ass. She was tall, about 5'9 with pale skin and red hair, tied up in a severe bun.

Finally Susie turned to look at me and at that moment my heart sank as I realised we were wearing almost identical dresses. Her dress looked fabulous on her. Her slim petite frame allowed the fabric to hang alluringly rather than bulge out like mine did but there was no mistaking the high collared long sleeved dress. The only difference was hers was a maroon fabric, almost perfectly reflecting her hair colour.

The waitress had returned and filled our glasses with a crisp sauvignon blanc and after waiting for a nod from Susie, I sipped it. God it tasted good. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Dinner in a beautiful restaurant, the woman I desired above all others sitting across the narrow table from me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sensations created by Susie's stocking covered toe running up the naked flesh of my calf. I looked at her over the rim of the wine glass. She had a wicked grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling as I felt her foot rise higher under the table. The sensations her foot produced seemed to be hot-wired into my pussy. Her touch sending shock waves through me and I had to resist groaning when her foot pushed my knees apart. I spread my legs wide open for her, sliding down my chair a little to allow her easier access.

I still held the wine glass in my hand and daren’t risk putting it down as her toes slowly tantalisingly slid along my inner thigh. The material of her stocking sending static electric pulses along my thigh, through my pussy and straight into my brain. She teased and tortured me as I sat there, her toes snaked its way along my thigh until it was just about to touch the lacy material then it would move to the other thigh and snake its way back in again.

Then, just as the waitress arrived with the starters, I felt her toe press against my clit and firmly rub up and down over the gusset of my panties. I couldn't help it and made a startled yelp just as the waitress put the plate in front of me. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Susie who merely smiled and thanked her, telling her that it looked delicious.

With that, her toe was gone and I was able to concentrate as we dined on the scallops, cooked to perfection. The subtle sweet richness of the seared scallops momentarily distracted me before I felt her toe press against me once again. I could feel my panties dampen as she manipulated me with her foot. Slow sweeping moves covering the whole of my slit were punctuated with short hard flicks on my clit. The pressure was building up and I could feel my knuckles whiten as I gripped the knife and fork.

I saw the waitress approaching to collect our empty starter plates and tried to prepare myself for the assault I knew was coming. I felt Susie's toe press against the opening of my pussy, stretching the fabric of my panties as she tried to force her toe inside. As the waitress reached to lift my plate, Susie flicked her toe against my clit while her other foot ran along the inside of my thigh.

Again, I couldn't stop the groan coming out of my mouth as I looked at the waitress, I felt the humiliation rising as I realised she knew exactly what was going on. The smirk on her face seeming to say 'you dirty little slut, I know exactly what you are doing' and I felt my cheeks redden as she walked away.

I felt Susie remove her feet and raised my eyes to look at her as she leaned over and refilled my wine glass and put her hand over mine on the table. She smiled again, her eyes sparkling and alive.

I could see this was what she wanted. She leaned in close as if she was about to confess something. I too leaned in, eager to be in her conspiracy.

"Go to the restroom and remove your panties." The order, for that was what it was, was delivered deadpan, no smile, no wink. I was put in my place. I nodded and stood, straightened my dress as best I could and walked to the bathroom. Not daring to glance back to see if there was any sign of dampness on the chair.

In the stall in the bathroom, I quickly removed my panties. They were very damp and I inhaled the scent of myself on them as I held them to my nose. I rubbed the gusset against my cheek, knowing this is where her foot had touched. Then, I crumpled them up into a ball so it wouldn't be quite so obvious to people what I was carrying and walked quickly back to the table.

Susie was on her phone when I got back and unsure what to do, I stood beside her at the table and waited for her to finish. It seemed like forever though it was only a minute or two before she hung up, looked up at me, scowled and said "Sit down then'.

As I sat in my seat, she looked quizzically at me and said "Well... Where are they?'

"I.. i.. i..in my hand," I managed to stammer, holding up my fist containing the ball of material. She scowled and ordered me to lay them out of the table beside my wine glass so everyone could admire my choice of underwear. I looked around, relieved that the restaurant was quite empty, it being a Tuesday night and with a sigh of resignation, laid them out on the table, the pale pink lace making it obvious to anyone who passed what exactly was on the table.

I could feel myself blushing even before the waitress approached the table carrying our main courses. I sat with my head bowed, not even wanting to engage with her, the smirks and knowing glances I could do without. I saw the plate being placed in front of Susie and then the pause as she saw my panties on the table. I expected her to put the plate down but instead she asked "Are you for the salad?" forcing me to look up at her and acknowledge that yes, the salad was for me.

Her face was glowing, her eyes glinted and I was sure she was licking her lips as she looked at me, I felt almost like I was prey and was glad that Miss Susie was sitting beside me. As she put the plate down in front of me, I felt her inhale as she straightened up, inhaling my scent. I saw her look at Miss Susie who responded with a raise of one arched eyebrow then turned and walked a little way off then stood, watching me as I ate.

All the way through the meal, Miss Susie tortured me with her feet. She ordered me to spread my legs and moved her stocking covered feet around my pussy, at one stage I felt a toe inside me while her other foot drew circles over my clit, the heel resting on the chair as her big toe rubs my clit every time it circled. All the time, she managed to eat her dinner, drink her wine and never once leave my pussy alone.

My insides were boiling, I could feel my juices pooling under me. She was keeping me on the edge and all the time I could see the waitress watching me. I knew better than to beg for her to let me orgasm but it was so hard. I could feel myself getting a shortness of breath, longing to scream the restaurant down, like Sally form that film I'd seen years ago, orgasming in my seat for everyone to see.

Suddenly there was an emptiness where her feet had been. I opened my eyes and she scolded, "Have some decorum. Try and behave properly."

I hung my head in shame as I realised I must have been moaning rather loudly. She picked up her glass and told me "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. You look a state."

I stood up, bowed my head, "Yes Mistress," and walked to the bathroom, discreetly trying to pull my dress down. As I pushed open the door of the bathroom, I saw her call the waitress over to the table. Inside, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I did indeed look a state.

Thankful that the bathroom was empty, I was able to take my time and not have to fight for mirror space. I rearranged my hair, applied a little lipstick and eyeliner and checked that my dress was decent and hanging properly. I took a deep breath and was about to turn and leave the bathroom when I heard the door open and close again. I glanced in the mirror and saw the waitress locking the door.

I turned and walked towards her, about to ask her what she was doing when she moved quickly and with two arms outstretched pushed me against the wall. I slammed against the wall, winded and she quickly followed up and put one hand around my neck, pressing her hand into my throat while with the other she pushed it under my dress. My eyes bulged in shock and horror. I tried to struggle but she leaned her weight against me and with a strangled cry, I felt her shove 2 fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy.

The assault was relentless. I tired to protest but she pressed her weight against me, I felt her kick my legs apart as her two fingers curled inside me, the fingers crossed, knuckles rigid sending additional pleasure points through me. Despite my protests, I could feel my orgasm start to build almost immediately. I blushed with shame; worrying about Susie when suddenly I saw the flashback of her calling the waitress over as I came in here.

The realisation that this was what my Mistress wanted coincided with the waitress pushing a 3rd finger inside and together with her palm pressing against my clit, resulted in a glorious sensation as I felt my juices pour out of me. I started to shake and convulse around her fingers. Her fingers pummeled my pussy and I came with a series of long high pitched whimpers.

She was finished as quickly as she begun. She pulled her hand out of me, wiped her fingers over my face, told me not to keep my Mistress waiting and with that, unlocked the door and left.

I slid down the wall, my legs unable to hold me up. An old lady came into the bathroom and looked at me with a concerned look on her face. I smiled, told her I was ok and pulled myself up, straightened my dress yet again and with a deep breath walked back out into the restaurant.

Susie had just finished paying the bill at the desk as I walked out. She looked at me, then let the waitress help her with her coat and walked out the door that the waitress held open for her. She smiled at the waitress who grinned at me as I walked quickly to catch up with her as she headed for the taxi parked at the kerb.