It’s Friday. My boyfriend has chosen a new restaurant for us to try – a small place that I’ve never heard of all the way on the other side of the city. I’m unimpressed when we enter. There are few people inside and it looks like some areas are still being set up.
We’ve just ordered drinks when he grasps my hand and whispers, “C’mon. I want to show you something.” He guides me to the men’s bathroom at back of the place.
He tries to pull me inside, but I hesitate and give him a skeptical look.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “That’s the men’s room. I’ll use the lady’s.” I start to pull away, but he tightens his grip on my hand.
We’ve known each other for about a year. It took a while to develop trust, but once I did, I shared some of my submissive fantasies with him. I told him the idea of men exposing and playing with me excites me. Especially if those men are strangers, I’m being dominated, and my pussy is treated like an object for their use. Just talking about it made him hard.