It's Friday afternoon and you just got home from work. As you're settling in, you receive a text.
"I'm taking you out for dinner tonight. Wear that dress I like and your plug. Be ready by seven."
You feel a flutter in your stomach. A mix of excitement about what tonight will bring and a need to rush to be ready in time. You slip out of your work clothes and jump in the shower. Resisting the urge to play with yourself, you bathe quickly and begin to get ready. You slip in your plug first. A mix of pain and pleasure that reminds you of who you are and what our relationship means to you. You allow yourself a moment to look over your shoulder in the mirror and admire it before getting dressed.
You're dressed in time and present yourself by the front door with a few minutes to spare. You stand waiting, excitement building, waiting for me to arrive. As I walk in I'm happy to see you standing there, beautiful and eager. A kiss, some discussion of how our days were, and a brief inspection to ensure you followed my instructions (some praise when I see that you have) and we leave for the restaurant.
We go to dinner and have a nice, vanilla evening. We talk about work. The next show we'll binge together. Your plans to go out with friends tomorrow. There's something deeper happening under the surface, however. Beneath the pleasantly, romantically ordinary, a tension is building. The plug in your ass is a constant reminder of your position and what this night is likely to bring. Every time you shift in your seat, you feel it more acutely. Sometimes it's accompanied with a sigh or a slight blush. You think you see a slight smile cross my face every time it happens but you can't be sure.
By the time the check arrives you're thoroughly worked up, eager for what you know is coming next. You struggle to control those feelings, waiting for me to signal the shift. Waiting for me to lead you. I try not to let on, but I've been seeing the change in you all night. I've been aroused every time I saw you wiggle in your chair or cast a shifty look. It's been a struggle to suppress my feelings but I enjoy teasing you, keeping up the facade that everything is normal, knowing you're waiting and wondering.
We joke and laugh as we walk back to the car. I put my arm around you and pull you close. As we get within site of the car, my hand slides lower, to your hip, to your ass, guiding you forward. My fingers find the plug under your dress, apply a gentle pressure. Your knees get weak but you keep moving forward. By the time we reach the car, you know the aura of the night has finally changed.
I push you against the car, run my one hand up your body, the other still playing with your plug. When you let out a sigh, I push my mouth over yours, kissing you deeply. My hand moves up to your hair, running my fingers through it and the grasping tightly. A firm but gentle tug breaks our kiss and pulls your head back to look up at me. I look down at you, a mixture of sternness and lust in my eyes. "Are you going be a good girl for me tonight?" Your hair pulls as you nod slightly, whispering "yes." I smile down at you. "Then get in the car and pull your dress up." I open your door for you and guide you in. By the time I've climbed in myself, your dress is pulled up and you're looking at me expectantly.
You're eager to start playing. To be ordered to do something, anything. Or for me to do something to you. Instead, I make you wait. Just a little bit longer. I say nothing for several minutes as we drive. You sit with your hands in your lap, breathing fast. You can see me glance over at you occasionally and try to catch my eye. You know I'm teasing you now and you're excited and frustrated. Finally, I break the silence.
"Do you want to touch your pussy sweetheart?"
"Yesss. Please, may I touch my pussy."
"Yes you may"
Your hand move immediately between your legs, finding your clit. Just as you begin, however, I speak sternly, "what's your rule about coming?"
Your voice has a note of frustration, mingled with desire as you answer.
"I'm not allowed to cum without permission."
"Good girl. Keep playing for me."
By the time we get back home you're moaning and breathing heavy, fingers slick. You barely notice when the car parks. I order you to stop and pull your dress down. I pull you out of the car and practically drag you inside. You've been too preoccupied to notice but my lust has been growing the entire ride, watching you at every stop light, listening to your sighs and moans. I pull you inside and close the door behind us. You stand in the hallway, looking up at me, waiting for instructions. You don't know it, but I've planned something special for tonight. I smile wickedly as I look down at you. You don't know what's coming next, but you know what that look means.
