The anticipation had been killing me. Just seeing his name pop up on my phone instantly gave me tingles. I’d spent most of my day with a swelled sex and wet panties. He would be my first Dom and it would be our first date in the dynamic. I had done all the reading I could, asked all the right questions and thought through all the safety precautions. My fantasy was becoming a reality. We had made it through out first month of dates without touching, even though that was excruciatingly painful. I’m sure he thoroughly enjoyed watching me squirm. Even the thought of his hand on my thigh would make me melt.
Sitting in front of the mirror as I put soft curls in my hair and nude gloss on my lips, my mind wondered wondering at what point in the night I would get my first taste. I was instructed to choose my most modest dress and to keep my makeup natural. I chose a lace black dress that hugged my top and flowed out at the hips, black belt with a silver buckle accentuating my waist and black ankle suede boots.
The hostess asked if we had a preference of where we sat. John requested the table in the center of the room. It wouldn’t have been my first pick because I hate feeling like the center of attention. Which he knew. The waiter dropped off our water and requested our order. As the words were about to leave my lips, I felt his hand drop firmly on top of mine resting on the table. “She will be having the stuffed chicken breast.”, he interrupts with a slight grin, “and I will be having the prime rib, thank you.”
“Are you enjoying your night so far my dear? You look beautiful. I was very happy to see you follow my instructions so well.” “Thank you,sir. I have more butterflies than I thought I would but that’s just first night jitters.” I replied. “Butterflies you say, well I wouldn’t want to do anything to make you more nervous.” A slight smirk crept across his face and I could feel my cheeks start to turn red in anticipation. “I think it’s time for you to take a washroom break. When you return your panties should be in your purse.” I could feel my sex getting warm already. “But sir, could we wait until after we eat dinner. That’s a long time to be without panties.” John’s smirk left his face and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh, my dear, that was not a request. Now you will return with your bra in your purse as well.” I quickly excused myself from the table, afraid of what may come next if I hesitated.
I felt almost naked walking back through the sea of tables. Most people wouldn’t notice I wasn’t wearing a bra, but my nipples were a dead give away. With every movement the lace would rub against my erect nipples sending shivers down my spine. I can see John admiring me as I walk back, unable to make eye contact with him. “Now how does that feel my dear?” His tone strong. “Um.. it feels okay I guess…” I didn’t think it was possible for my cheeks to get any redder, but it was. “Okay you say. I think it’s a little better than okay. Actually, I can see that it is a little better than okay.” Letting out a small laugh and motioning towards the small bumps protruding from my top. I could feel my thighs starting to get warm as my lips pulsed. He could see my squirming in my chair trying to keep my legs as tight together as possible. “Stop squirming and uncross your legs my dear. Keep them hips width apart. You know how bad it is for your knees to be sitting like that. Posture is key.” I uncrossed my knees and spread my legs slightly apart. I can feel my dress slip between my thighs and drape across my exposed, swollen clit. The thought of my juices potentially dripping onto the back of my dress and having to walk out of here makes my entire body buzz.
I’d made it through dinner, desert and the walk out of the restaurant. I felt his hand on my lower back as we approach the car assuming he is getting ready to open the door. He quickly spun me around. His body pressed up against mine, his face a few inches away. I’m having a hard time making eye contact. He slowly raised my chin, “Look at me.” His thumb pressed between my lips. “Stick your tongue out and listen. When we get back to the room, I will go into the washroom to freshen up. You will take your clothes off and be kneeling with your legs open and hands facing up resting on your thighs. Ready for me when I come out. Then you will be tied to the bed. You are to always keep your legs open. I want to see my pussy at all times. If you press your thighs together, you will be punished. I will explain to you what I am going to do but I will NOT repeat this again. Do you understand?” I nod my head obediently. John opens the car door and I slide into the seat. Melting. My body is buzzing. I almost can’t contain myself.
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This is perfect! So hot