Diners, Drives and Deep Throat

Jennifer smiled at us as she took our order. It had been a long drive and I was glad to be out of the car, even if it was just to eat some greasy food and get gas. The diner was nothing fancy, but it seemed clean enough and was a nice change from listening to Trevor's dumb mediation podcast that he'd put on. Hours of talk about relaxing and focusing had left me feeling a bit too warm and a bit too heavy as I'd drifted between being asleep and listening. While it had certainly made the time go by fast, it hadn't been what I'd have picked to listen to.

"Michelle here will have the salad," Trevor said.

I briefly wanted to object to having Trevor order for me, especially without consulting me about what I wanted. Yet instead it was just easier to smile and nod, allowing him to make a decision for me felt relaxing. I smiled at both our waitress Jennifer and Trevor, feeling so good that Trevor had made a decision for me.

Jennifer glanced at me, for confirmation, and I smiled at her. Not saying anything more about it, she walked off with our order heading to the kitchen and leaving us alone.

"You did good there Jennifer, smiling, relaxed. Obedient," Trevor said. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but the words filled me with a warm satisfied arousal, my left hand slipped into my jeans and began to stroke my clit, matching the pleasure his words gave me with my own self-created joy.

He excused himself to go to the toilet, leaving me slumped back in the booth fingering myself under the table. Jennifer approached, dropping off our drinks (water for me thanks to Trevor's order). She seemed concerned, and asked, "Are you okay? Is he threatening you?"

"No," I said, "Trevor is a good Master."

I wondered where the word 'Master' had come from, but having said it I realized how applicable it was. Our waitress seemed somewhat less comfortable with the word, stiffening and making a face. She asked, "Do you want me to call for help?"

"No, that's silly. I love Trevor, I only want to please him," I explained, not sure when I had decided that I loved Trevor. We had been platonic friends earlier in the day and now... well it seemed true to me now. 

Jennifer nodded, still looking worried, but she left as Trevor came back to the table. He took a sip of his Pepsi and asked, "What did she want?"

"To save me from you," I said, "but I told her I didn't need saving Master."

This pleased Trevor, but he glanced at Jennifer, who was serving another table, with a worried look on his face. Then he seemed resolved about something. I wanted to ask but our waitress returned with our meals, a salad for me and a burger for Trevor. 

As we ate Trevor down his burger and waved Jennifer over. She came to the side of the table, and asked what she could do for us.

"There's something in this burger," he said, gesturing to it, "take a close look."

Jennifer looked at his plate, "What am I looking for?"

"Look closely, focus closely," Trevor said.

I looked at his plate, wondering what he had found in the burger.

"Closer and closer, let your eyes focus to search for it now, just focus and relax. It's not your fault that my burger isn't perfect, it's not your fault, just relax and focus, looking closely as I guide you to find what you are looking for," he said.

Jennifer leaned forward, her eyes focused on Trevor's plate now. His voice was lower than usual, and had a sort of firmness to it that I didn't recognize. I found it easy to look at his plate too, grateful that I was able to listen to his voice as it guided me to what I was looking for.

"Closer, deeper, focusing your attention all your attention on the imperfection, searching and finding something to look at, focus on, sink into. Deeply down as you listen and relax," he said his voice now a droning monotone. I felt the same kind of wooly headedness that I'd felt listening to his podcasts, a kind of fog that made it hard to think or worry or do anything but listen more closely.

Jennifer's mouth hung open, her eyes glassy as transfixed by the plate as mine were. Ignoring me Trevor focused his words on her, explaining how long her shift had been and how she needed to sit down, close her eyes and sink more deeply. Soon she was next to me in the booth seated with her head against my shoulder and eyes shut. My own eyes struggled to stay open, then slid closed.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," Jennifer said, embarrassed as she stood up from our table, "Look to make it up let me give you the meal free and invite you to stay at my place tonight. I'm sure Kim, my roommate, won't mind."

Trevor smiled, "I'm sure she won't. You should bring home your work uniform, I think it's pretty sexy."

Jennifer blushed and then hurried off to attend to her other tables.

Acting on a sudden impulse I slid under the table to give Trevor a blow job. He'd saved the cost of a motel for a night and we'd get to know Jennifer (and her roommate) better too. It seemed like he was full of good ideas, so a quick blow job seemed like a good way to start saying 'thank you'.

The end?