Mummys Boy - Part 7

At 7:25 Daniel was at La Petite Maison wearing a smart shirtand trousers and carrying a brightly decorated paper bag. He made an effort to look confident but in truth he felt anything other than conmofrtable. His brain screamed at him that shy, bookish students shouldn't meet dominatrixes for intimate lunches at hugely expensive restaurants.

He somehow presumed Victoria would be fashionably late but in fact she was there waiting for him. She was dressed in high heals with black stockings and a smart black skirt and a crisp white blouse. She casually leaning against the bar chatting amiably to the maitre di. She smiled as she saw him arrive "Ah, here he is now...our bright academic future in one handsome, smart package". The man smirked and lead them to their table. One of the more intimate booths in the dimly lit restaurant. Daniel winced when he saw the prices, he had wanted to suggest they go halves on the meal but there was no way he could dip into his overdraught any further for a meal this expensive. As if reading his mind Victoria placed her hand on his "Now my dear, this is entirely on me...I insist".

Daniel was, at heart, a gentleman and would naturally want to pay his share or ideally for the whole meal but he knew it was impractical to argue "Well I will promise to return the favour somehow".

Victoria beamed at his politeness and decency. He really was adorable.

Daniel placed the bag on the table "For you" he said with a smile.

Victoria took out the contents and found an impressive array of books and glossy reptrospectives of ancient queens. It was a lovely gesture by him and definitely very useful for her writing "How wonderful" she cooed "Thank you so much Daniel".

She nodded to the waiter and he brought a bottle of wine and poured them both a glass.

The evening proceded with a normality they belied their conversation earlier in the week and anyone would presume the two were aunt and nephew however as the wine flowed and the dinner plates were cleared away Victoria decided the evening had been vanilla for long enough.

She turned the conversation back to London and there relative conferences before chiming in with "I have to say if the images I showed you on the train made you blush the items I saw down in London would have made you faint"

Daniel laughed "I can imagine...I doubt there is no upper limit on how devilish they get"

Victoria leaned in conspiratorilly "You have no idea"

Not wanted to seem like the naive innocent he was he blundered on into her trap "So what caught your eye the most"

An observer would have seen the gleam of triumph in her eyes "Spikes darling, they clip shut and the slightest arousal from the male...the slightest pulse from his imprisoned, tortured cock and it will thrust itself into an inescapable wall of pins.....and you know the best thing?"

Daniel was breathing heavier now and quaffed some wine to hide his excitement "Do I want to know?" he whispered

Victoria was fixing him with her blue eyes, she licked her rich red lips "Each of the belts had a volunteer....we got to lock the poor little bitches in there and explore their chastity..." she had him utterly and totally enthralled now "...I got to tease my guy mercilessly. He whimpered as I coaxed that poor throbbing piece of meat to swell against those vicious spikes for about an hour"

He hung on her every simmering word.