Getting the 3rd Degree [MF]

I’m fairly new to the world of BDSM, but my friend Jeff isn’t. He’s been introducing me to some new things over the past few weeks. We had a dinner date planned and were sexting each other constantly in the days leading up to it. The anticipation was incredible. I knew he had big plans but he had only hinted at what was in store.

Jeff meant business from the moment he came in the door. He had very specific ideas for what was going to happen that evening and started commanding me right away. He put a collar on me and told me I wasn’t allowed to take it off without permission. I loved that – it was a physical sign reminder that I had to obey. He walked me to the car and had me sit in the back. He wanted me to put on a show for him while we drove to the restaurant. There was a backpack in the seat with me and I found a collection of toys inside. I practiced deep-throating a dildo while he watched from the rear-view mirror. I couldn’t help but touch myself while I imagined sucking on his cock later in the night. He had me pick a butt plug to wear during dinner. I felt so sexy walking into the restaurant with that secret.

Getting Wet at the Bar [MF]

We sat a small table in the crowded bar. The music was a bit too loud for comfortable conversation. He leaned forward to make sure I could hear. “I love these earrings; they suit you.” He gently touched my ear as he spoke and all I could think about after that moment was where that finger might touch me next.

I forced myself to watch his face and listen to him speak, but mind was following that finger, now unseen under the table. His foot grazed mine, and I held still, allowing this subtle advance. That small point of contact was the locus of all my desire. I wanted more, yet waited for him to proceed. Above the table, I laughed at something that was barely funny while below I felt our knees touch. I smiled at him, inviting more.