One size doesn’t fit all

I was surprised. I hadn’t seen him in six months. He had checked in occasionally to see how I was, but I hadn’t been in his presence in six months. Out of the blue, he asked to meet him for dinner. He knew I had a remote controlled anal plug and he asked me to wear it with the plug off until I got to the restaurant and to make sure I had the remote with me. A dress and no panties, his instructions were clear. It would take me forty minutes to get to the restaurant. By the time I got there I was already wet.
I wore a short red dress, with red heels and no panties. The silk clung to my body revealing my curves and the hard work I had put in to become healthy. I felt sexy and desirable. An anal plug was seated in my tight hole and I prayed my juices didn’t flow down my thighs embarrassing me. I lifted my head high and walked up to him. He was waiting by the restaurant entrance. He took in my outfit and a sly grin encompassed his face, his eyes burning holes into me. He held out his hand and I knew what he was asking for. I handed him the remote. “Good Girl” he said with his deep voice that always made me melt for him. He placed a hand on my lower back leading me into the restaurant.
It had been so long since I had seen him and I felt my knees go weak when his mouth came close to my ear and he said to me, “You look stunning this evening.” I smiled and my cheeks reddened as I thanked him for his compliment. The staff led us to a booth and I waited for him to direct me to where he wished me to sit. As the waiter came for our drink orders I suddenly felt a jolt as I felt the plug’s vibration. I jumped slightly at the surprise, but quickly regained my composure. His smirk told me I was in for a fun evening. He decided on our meals and I ordered what he requested. Something I had missed, handing over control of meal and drink choices to him. I smiled as my heart warmed at the memory. It’s been 6 months, since we’d been together, but I still remembered like it was yesterday. We talked about things that were going on in our lives. He mentioned how healthy I looked. I told him I had reached my goal weight but I felt I wanted to be at a lower weight as a cushion so I wouldn’t fret if I had an off week. I was different from when he saw me last. More focused, not stressed, not a life in chaos. Much more peaceful, calmer and more attuned to my self being and worth. I had put in the hard work and it was paying off. I walked through life with more confidence. My peace and joy was no longer tied to how others viewed me. 
When we had been together my life was chaotic. It had been unfair to him to be dealing with a woman whose life was in shambles and her wounds were deep and unhealed. What he saw before him was not the same woman of six months ago. Sitting here now was a woman who knew who she was and what she wanted. 
We laughed together. He gave me a reprieve at dinner by turning the device off while I ate. There was a look in his eyes, like he was waiting for something. Something he would not see, something I had overcome in the six months that we had been apart. The insecure women that would become embarrassed at a drop of a hat. She was gone. He told me to come sit by him. I immediately got up and moved to his side of the table. He stood up and allowed me to slide in. My skirt rode up slightly as I sat and unlike in the past, I did not try to pull it down to cover myself. He laid a hand on my thigh and began to caress me, reaching higher with each stroke. I opened my legs slightly to allow him access. His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. He leaned toward me and murmured, “Are you wet for me, my little toy?” I stared at him and said “Yes, Sir. Always”. My eyes did not leave his. “Good”, is all he said as his fingers brushed against my wetness. He hummed in appreciation. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on his fingers. Never once lowering my gaze from his. He smiled and when the waiter returned we declined dessert. He paid the bill and we left the restaurant. I had no expectations, I knew what I wanted but I would not make assumptions and if this ended here I would be satisfied just to have spent a wonderful evening sharing a meal with him. What he didn’t know is that I had put on my nipple jewelry tonight. The long delicate silver chains that draped down from my neck were attached to pearl droplets secured to my nipples, with tassels and a matching chain waistlet. They were all interconnected as one piece. He had been staring at the chains most of the evening seeing how they had disappeared into the V of my neckline. 
He walked me to my car and opened my door. As I turned around to face him, he grabbed my hair and pulled me toward him. His lips met mine and I opened myself to him. Moaning into his mouth as I surrendered myself to him. His kiss deepened, and I felt myself become more aroused from his passion. His mouth found my neck as he pushed open the front of my dress. To reveal that I had no bra but he could clearly see the intricate jewelry. “Aren’t you full of surprises tonight”. I smiled but said nothing. “What do you want?” He asked. “I want you, Sir. Wherever and whenever you want me, however you want me. You control me. You and only you.” He growled and pulled my breast out and brought his mouth down to suckle it. I moaned but did not look away.
He bit down and I whimpered but did not pull away. His hand snaked up my dress and his fingers found my sex wet for him. He groaned and he lifted his head and saw my gaze was
focused solely on him. Nothing else around me mattered, nothing else existed. He told me to unbuckle his pants and I did so without lowering my gaze from his. “On your knees,” he commanded. Without a second thought I dropped to my knees, only looking at him. I focused solely on the front of his pants, nowhere else. He unzipped himself and took out his hard cock. My breath caught in my throat and my pulse increased. But I was perfectly still awaiting his instructions. “Open”. One word that was all and I gladly opened my mouth to receive him. He rubbed his cock along my lips and then gently entered my mouth. I felt such joy at the feeling of him in my mouth. I swiped my tongue around the head of his penis. Delighting at the feeling of his cock jumping in my mouth. He entered farther pushing to the back of my throat and held me there in place. I breathed through my nose and relaxed my throat. Suddenly he pulled out, pulled me up by my hair and pulled me toward him as he kissed me deeply. About that time two people walked by. I had not noticed them, had not heard them as I was so focused on him. He stopped  briefly expecting me to pull away. I didn’t I just melted into him. I moaned into his mouth begging him to continue. As the couple drove away I dropped my hand, hovering but not touching him. I briefly broke our kiss, looking at him I asked permission to touch him. He smiled and said “You may”. I gently wrapped my hand around his rigid girth swirling my thumb over his precum. My pussy clenched wanting so badly to feel him inside me. He suddenly turned me toward my vehicle bending me over the drivers seat, pulling my dress up over my hips. “No panties, good girl”. Then I felt the smack and bucked forward, the next swat on the other cheek made my pussy gush. “Such a pain slut aren’t you? Spread your legs.” I did as he commanded and felt his cock at my entrance. He slammed into my pussy hard. It had been so long and I had to hold in my scream. “Who’s pussy is this?” He questioned. “Yours Sir.” “Are you my whore?”. “I am your whore Sir.” He pumped harder and faster. I felt full. The plug in my ass vibrating and him pounding my pussy I was moaning and begging for release. I could feel his cock begin to swell and he grunted for me to cum. I felt my pussy clench around him as he emptied himself inside of me. My orgasm pulsing around him, I heard his moan of satisfaction. He lay over me for a bit before he pulled away and I could feel our combined essence dripping down my thighs. I did not move or clean myself. I simply waited for his instructions. He turned me and commanded me to clean him with my tongue. I immediately dropped to my knees and licked his penis and balls clean with my tongue. Not once looking around. Solely focused on him. When I was finished. I continued to kneel until he lifted my chin and signaled for me to stand. He looked at me and I just looked back at him waiting for his next words. Not allowing myself to hope. He just stared for a bit more, before his next words caught me off guard. “You will follow me to the house. I will open my door and you will go in. Remove the anal plug and shower. You will then dry off and kneel on the rug next to my bed in a submissive pose. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” No other words were necessary. I knew the commute to his house was about 25 minutes. I was not going to overthink this. I would not get my hopes up. I would simply cherish any time I had with him. I followed him. Having forgotten what a speed demon he was, I found it difficult to keep up. When we finally pulled in his driveway I felt butterflies in my tummy. I was anxious and maybe a little scared. I did not know what to expect and I would walk into this with no expectations and with the knowledge that I was not in control. I was there at his command. My deepest desire was to submit to his will and his control. With that knowledge I opened my car door and felt a sense of calm and peace come over me as I willingly walked toward him and gave myself over to him completely.