A Taste of Dominance (Erotica)

As she followed the host through the restaurant, her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment. A week without her Dominant’s touch had left her aching with desire, her body overstimulated from the edging he had instructed her to perform. Once in the morning and twice in the evening, she had brought herself to the brink of orgasm, only to stop, leaving her body burning and her mind flooded by visions of his touch and commanding presence.

She had begged him to allow her to serve him instead of going to dinner, to let her ease the aching emptiness that had taken up residence between her legs. But he had insisted that this was an important night, that he wanted to see how well she was learning from his training.

She felt like she was going to combust, the pressure building inside her threatening to spill over at any moment. Every step she took felt like a betrayal, her body screaming for release as she walked calmly behind the host. She was positive that everyone could see the desperation etched on her face, the oversexed tension radiating from her like a palpable force.

And yet, her Dominant seemed completely unfazed, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to her own frenzied state. He could have requested anything of her in that moment, and she would have done it without hesitation, just to feel his cock inside her. If he had pulled out his cock right there in the restaurant, she would have dropped to her knees without a second thought, sucking him with every ounce of passion and desire she possessed. The thought alone was making her lightheaded.

Just at that moment, her Dominant’s hand closed around her lower back, his firm touch guiding her with a gentle pressure. It was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, his intuition honed to her every need. His touch never felt so good, a calming balm to her overstimulated body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as his presence filled her, his warmth seeping into her skin.

For a moment, she felt like she was going to melt into his touch, her legs trembling beneath her. But she knew she had to pull herself together, to maintain her composure in front of the other diners. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to straighten her spine and steady her breathing, her eyes fixed on the table ahead.

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His hand remained on her lower back, a constant reminder of his presence and control. She felt a surge of gratitude towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. He knew exactly how to take control of her, how to bring her back from the brink of chaos and guide her forward. And yet, his touch also sparked a new wave of desire within her, a flame that flickered to life in her belly.

AAs she walked through the dining hall, his hand remained firmly on her lower back, a constant reminder of his presence and control. She felt a surge of strength flow through her, knowing that she was not alone, that her Dominant was by her side, guiding her through the sea of curious eyes. The weight of their gazes was palpable, and she could feel the heat of their stares on her skin, but with his hand on her back, she felt a sense of pride and ownership.

She had followed his instructions to the letter, dressing in the one-piece high-slit black maxi dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The delicate silver collar wrapped around her neck was a subtle yet unmistakable symbol of her submission, and the little chain leading from the collar to the cuff on her right wrist was a constant reminder of her bond to him.

Any of those onlookers had bothered to stop staring at her exposed figure, barely held in place by a thin piece of fabric, and had bothered to look down, they would have noticed the delicate leather cuffs attached to each ankle. A strap wrapped around her heels, keeping her new Louboutins locked onto her feet with a beautiful small heart-shaped padlock. One glance at this would dispel any doubt of her status as a submissive, but clearly, the judging gazes found interest in other assets of hers.

As she walked, she kept her chin held high and her eyes straight, following the host, but she could feel the eyes of the other diners on her, boring into her skin. She knew they could see the signs of her submission, the way she moved with a deliberate slowness, the way she kept her head bowed slightly, and the way she seemed to be drawn to her Dominant’s side.

She could almost read their minds, she thought, as she felt their gazes on her. They knew she was a submissive, that she belonged to him, and they could sense the power dynamic between them. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought, knowing that she was proudly displaying her submission to the world.

But beneath the surface, she was a cauldron of desire, her body throbbing with need. The lace butterfly-shaped thong she wore was already soaked from the wetness building between her legs, and the jeweled metal butt plug tight inside her ass was making her pussy jealous and causing her pearl to throb with each step. She clenched tight on the plug as she walked, feeling the pressure build inside her, and she knew that she was on the verge of losing control.

Despite the turmoil inside her, she moved with a grace and poise that would make her Dominant proud. She was his submissive, his possession, and she knew that she had to conduct herself in a way that reflected well on him. She took a deep breath, feeling his hand on her back, and let her gaze meet his, knowing that she was safe, that she was his, and that he would always be there to guide her.

As they reached the table, he guided her into her seat, his hand never leaving her back. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as she sat down, her legs still trembling beneath her.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the breathtaking view before her. Their table was placed in front of an old stone fireplace, with its warm, golden glow, which seemed to pulse with an inner light, casting a romantic ambiance over the entire scene. The gas fire crackled and spat, sending waves of heat dancing across her skin, making her feel even more overheated and sensitive.

But it was the view out the window that truly took her breath away. The mountain top vista stretched out before her, a panoramic sweep of rolling hills and twinkling city lights, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. The sky was ablaze with color, a kaleidoscope of pinks, oranges, and purples, as the sun sank slowly towards the horizon.

On any other night, this would have been a moment to cherish, but despite the grand architecture, romantic ambiance, and picture-perfect scenery, her gaze was drawn to one place and one place only. Her Dominant and his intense gaze upon her. His eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, piercing her with an intensity that left her feeling breathless and vulnerable. His passion was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with an inner fire, drawing her in with an irresistible force.

As she met his gaze, she felt a shiver run down her spine, a thrill of excitement that seemed to awaken every nerve ending in her body. She knew, in that moment, that she was completely at his mercy, a willing captive to his desires and whims. And yet, despite the sense of vulnerability that came with it, she felt a deep sense of trust and surrender, knowing that she was safe in his hands, and that he would guide her through the evening’s adventures with a sure and steady hand.

The host’s departure was a welcome relief, and the ensuing silence was torture. It felt like an eternity, though she knew it couldn’t have been more than a minute, before her Dominant spoke, his voice low and commanding.

“Do you remember your rules?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at her.

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t even take a breath, before launching into the list of rules she had spent all day memorizing. She repeated each one verbatim, her voice steady and clear, as if she had been reciting a well-rehearsed script.

“Eye contact, Sir,” she began. “I am to maintain eye contact with you at all times, unless instructed otherwise. Posture, Sir. I am to sit up straight, with my shoulders back and my chin up, presenting myself with poise and submission. Hands, Sir. I am to keep my hands visible and on the table, unless instructed otherwise. Conversation, Sir. I am to speak only when spoken to, and to respond with respect and brevity. Respect, Sir. I am to show respect to you, to the staff, and to the other patrons, but always to prioritize your comfort and satisfaction above all else.”

She paused, taking a deep breath, before continuing. “Feedback, Sir. I am to provide honest feedback when asked, and to be open and truthful about my feelings and desires. And, of course, Sir, I am to follow all of your instructions, without hesitation or question, and to trust in your guidance and control.”

As she finished speaking, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. She had remembered every rule, every detail, and had recited them with confidence and conviction. She met her Dominant’s gaze, her eyes locked on his, and waited for his response, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Good girl,” her Dominant said, his voice low and husky, the words dripping with approval and satisfaction.

Those two words, so simple and yet so powerful, sent a shiver down her spine. They were a trigger, a key that unlocked a deep well of emotions and desires within her. As soon as she heard them, she felt a rush of pleasure and excitement, a sense of pride and accomplishment that came from knowing she had pleased her Dominant.

The words themselves were like a caress, a gentle stroking of her psyche that soothed and calmed her, even as they ignited a fire of desire within her. She felt her body respond, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing with need, as she basked in the warmth of his approval.

But it was more than just the physical response that those two words elicited. They also touched something deep within her, a sense of self-worth and identity that was tied to her submission to her Dominant. When he said “Good girl,” he was telling her that she was pleasing him, meeting his expectations, and was worthy of his attention and affection.

In that moment, she felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where she was meant to be. She was his good girl, his submissive, his property, and she knew that she would do anything to maintain that status, to continue to please him and earn his approval.

As she looked up at him, she saw the satisfaction in his eyes, the pleasure he took in her response to his words. And she knew that she would do anything to see that look again, to feel the rush of pleasure and excitement that came from being his good girl.

She didn’t know how long she was floating on that euphoria, but everything seemed to rush by in a blur. The sounds of the restaurant, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, all faded into the background as she basked in the warmth of her Dominant’s approval.

Before she knew it, her Dominant had ordered for her, and a lovely glass of Malbec was sitting in front of her. The rich, plum-colored liquid seemed to glow in the dim light of the restaurant, and the aroma of dark fruit and spices wafted up to her nostrils, enticing her to take a sip.

But before she could even think about the wine, her Dominant’s voice cut through her reverie, bringing her back to the present. “Now, tell me how you have been this week?” he asked, his eyes piercing as he gazed at her. “And remember, I want your open, honest truth.”

She felt a flutter in her chest as she met his gaze, her mind scrambling to find the right words. She knew she mustn’t hesitate, that she had to be truthful and open with her Dominant. Taking a deep breath, she began to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I missed you so much, Sir,” she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I was lonely without you, and my body longed to serve you more than anything, Sir.”

“But that isn’t your honest truth, is it little one?” said her Dominant, his eyes piercing as he gazed at her. “There is no need to perform or search for an answer to please me. I want your truth.”

She was shocked, taken aback. She didn’t know what to say; she thought she was being honest. She did miss him and wanted to serve him, but he was right, there was more. There was an internal conflict she was constantly fighting. She felt a flutter in her chest as she tried to gather her thoughts.

“No man has ever made me wait,” she blurted out, her words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s beyond frustrating. Why should I have to wait? I could have any man I wanted at any time.” But as she spoke, she realized that her frustration had turned into a longing desire. “But…but it’s different with you, Sir,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “My body aches for your touch, and your denial only makes it stronger.”

She paused, taking a deep breath as she searched for the words to explain the turmoil inside her. “I’ve always had to be strong, Sir,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve had to make decisions, lead, and take care of everyone else around me. I’ve never had anyone to lean on, to rely on. But with you…I just want to let go, Sir. I want to let someone else take control, lead, and make the decisions. I want to feel like I’m not alone, like someone is taking care of everything, taking care of me.”

Her voice broke, and she felt a lump form in her throat. “I want to be nurtured and supported, Sir. I want to feel like I can just be, without having to be in control all the time. But letting go…it’s so hard, Sir. It’s like my mind is fighting against my body, against my heart. I’m scared of losing control, of being vulnerable. But at the same time, I’m scared of not being able to let go, of not being able to surrender to you completely.”

She looked up at him, her eyes searching for understanding, for reassurance. “I don’t know how to do this, Sir,” she whispered. “I don’t know how to let go and trust you completely. But I want to, Sir. I want to so badly.”

Her Dominant’s words were like a balm to her soul, soothing her fears and doubts. He spoke with a conviction that was both calming and empowering, his voice firm but gentle.

“If being vulnerable was easy, it wouldn’t be so hard,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “It takes true strength to be completely vulnerable, and it isn’t something that comes quickly. Nor should that vulnerability be handed over to just anybody. Only the one who is willing to take on the full responsibility of holding that vulnerability, of cherishing and protecting it, is worthy of such a gift.”

He paused, his gaze never wavering. “But being vulnerable is an act of strength when it is freely chosen. It takes courage to let go of control, to surrender to another, to trust that they will hold and support you. And it is not something that I take lightly, little one. I know that your vulnerability is a precious gift, one that I am honored to receive and protect.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, making her feel safe and cherished. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a sense of knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was vulnerable, yes, but she was also strong, and she had chosen to give her vulnerability to the one person who was worthy of it.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for understanding me, for seeing me. I feel…I feel like I can breathe again, like I can finally let go and be myself.”

With that, he smiled and raised his glass. “Now let’s raise a toast and enjoy the evening,” he said, his eyes sparkling with warmth. Holding his glass up and staring into her eyes, “Here is to you and your steps toward discovering yourself!”

As they clinked their glasses together, she felt a flutter in her chest. His eyes always seemed to hold such intense purpose whenever he looked at her, and she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. She tried to hold his gaze, but it was too much, and she quickly lowered her head, whispering a low “Thank you, Sir,” as she took a sip of the wine.

The taste of the wine was rich and full-bodied, but she barely noticed it as she felt her heart racing in her chest. She was aware of her Dominant’s eyes on her, watching her, studying her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she was in for a night of intense emotions and sensations, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready. But with her Dominant by her side, she felt a sense of safety and security that she had never felt before. She knew that she could trust him and that he would guide her through whatever lay ahead.

His voice was a low, husky command, one that sent a shiver down her spine as he spoke. “I want you to close your eyes, lil one.” The words were simple, but the authority behind them was unmistakable. She felt a flutter in her chest as she complied, her eyelids dropping shut as if drawn by an invisible string.

As she stood there, her mind began to whirl with possibilities. What was he going to do to her? What did he have planned? But before she could get too caught up in her thoughts, he spoke again, his voice a gentle but firm guide. “I want you to stop everything you’re doing right now. I know your mind is racing, but I want you to quiet it. Focus on your breathing. Listen to how the background noise slowly quiets down, and my voice becomes the only thing you can hear.”

She took a deep breath, feeling her chest rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled. As she focused on the sound of her own breathing, the room around her began to fade away, until all she could hear was the deep, powerful voice of her Dominant. It was like a warm blanket wrapping around her, enveloping her in a sense of safety and security.

“I want you to focus on this moment with me,” he continued, his voice weaving a spell of calm and tranquility around her. “Any other thoughts that come into your mind, I want you to let them go by like a train just passing by. Once that thought is out of sight, you’ll become more focused on my voice and this moment.”

As she listened to his words, she felt her breathing slow, her mind quieting as she let go of all her worries and concerns. She was aware of her body, of the sensations coursing through her veins, but she was also aware of her Dominant’s presence, of his eyes on her, of his voice guiding her through the experience.

And then, just as she was starting to feel like she was floating on a cloud, he spoke again, his voice a gentle but firm command. “Now, in a moment, I’m going to grab your hand and place your wine glass in it. I want you to keep your eyes closed, and when you’re ready, I want you to take a sip of your wine and hold it in your mouth. Are you ready?”

Before she could even think, the words “yes, Sir” were tumbling out of her mouth, an automatic response to the authority in his voice. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she waited for his next move, her body tensing with expectation.

And then, his hand was on hers, his strong fingers wrapping around her wrist as he lifted it up and turned it over. She felt the cool glass being placed in her palm, and she closed her fingers around it, holding it tightly as if it were a lifeline.

Without opening her eyes, she brought the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the wine and holding it in her mouth. The flavors exploded on her tongue, a complex mix of notes and sensations that she tried to unravel.

As she waited for her Dominant’s next instruction, a sense of calm washed over her, a feeling of being fully present in the moment, alive. And then, his voice was in her ear again, guiding her deeper into the experience. “Good, now I want you to just focus on the moment.”

As she savored the wine, the flavors unfolded on her tongue, a rich tapestry of dark fruit and subtle spice. The texture was smooth, velvety, coating her tongue with a gentle caress. She felt her body begin to relax, her muscles releasing their tension as she breathed in the scent of her Dominant’s cologne.

His voice was a low, husky whisper in her ear, guiding her deeper into the experience. “What flavors and notes are you tasting?” he asked, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She felt her senses expand, as if she was becoming more aware of every nuance of the moment. The cool glass in her hand, the gentle pressure of his fingers on her wrist, the soft, golden light of the room – everything seemed to be conspiring to awaken her senses.

As she focused on the sensations in her mouth, she became aware of the subtle vibrations of his voice, the way his words seemed to resonate deep within her chest. She felt a flutter in her chest, a gentle stirring of desire that seemed to grow with each passing moment. Her body seemed to respond to his presence, the sound of his voice, and the gentle pressure of his touch.

She felt a sense of wonder and awe as she realized she was entirely in the moment, completely present, and completely alive. It was as if everything else had faded away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a world of their creation. She was aware of her own arousal, a subtle, simmering heat that seemed to be building deep within her core. But it was a gentle, peaceful feeling, as if she was melting into the experience, rather than being consumed by it as it rushed by.

She whispered, her voice barely audible, but it seemed to be all she could muster in such a state of relaxation. “The wine is rich and full-bodied, with a subtle hint of spice. The texture is smooth and velvety, coating my tongue with a gentle caress.” She paused, taking a deep breath.

His voice was a gentle press, a subtle nudge that encouraged her to reveal her innermost thoughts. “And how are you feeling in this moment?” he asked.

She took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a whisper. “I feel…present, Sir. I feel a deep connection to this moment…and to you. My senses seem sharp and extremely aware, but only of what’s important to this moment. And I feel like I’m…completely at your mercy.”

His gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with an inner fire that seemed to ignite a spark within her. “And how does that make you feel, lil one?” he asked, his voice low and husky, like a gentle caress on her skin.

Her heart skipped a beat as she searched for the right words, her mind racing with the sensations and emotions that swirled within her. She couldn’t see his gaze, but she could feel it as if he were staring right into her soul. She had never felt so seen like this before.

She felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure, yet also a profound sense of trust and surrender. She knew that she was safe with him, that he would never hurt her or betray her trust. And with that knowledge, she felt a sense of freedom and release that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her words tumbled out in a rush of emotion, a heartfelt confession that seemed to bare her very soul. “It makes me feel alive, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability. “Like for the first time in my life, I am being seen for who I am, but not just seen, but accepted. I am in a safe place where I can lift the mask I have worn for years to protect myself, and finally let go and just be me.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was filled with a sense of longing —a deep-seated desire to be free from the constraints of her past, to be herself without fear of judgment or rejection.

“Open your eyes, lil one,” he instructed her.

With a deep breath, she opened her eyes only to see his eyes locked on her. She desperately searched for any sign of reassurance, acceptance, or a sense of belonging.

Her Dominant’s eyes seemed to drink in every word, his gaze burning with an inner fire that made her excited but intimidated all at the same time. He leaned forward, his face inches from hers, and she could feel his warm breath on her skin. The air was thick with tension, heavy with anticipation, as she waited for his response, for his acceptance.

As his fingers grazed her cheek, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, as if his touch had awakened a deep well of desire within her. Her face flushed with heat, her breathing quickened, and the room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a world of their own creation.

His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered, “It takes true courage and strength to be vulnerable. I am honored you have chosen me to lift your mask with.” The words were like a gentle caress, soothing her fears and doubts, and filling her with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

But before she could respond, before she could even process the emotions swirling within her, her Dominant pulled back, his eyes never leaving hers, as the waiter arrived with their meals. The sudden interruption caught her off guard. She knew the waiter could see what a desperate state she was in, and there was no way of hiding it.

As she sat there, trying to compose herself, she raised the glass of ice water to her lips, her hand trembled slightly, betraying her growing unease. She took a quick sip, the cold liquid a brief respite from the heat that seemed to be building inside her. But as she swallowed, she knew it was a futile attempt to calm herself down. Her body was on fire, her senses on high alert, and her Dominant was the one holding the match.

She felt his eyes on her, watching her, studying her, as she tried to compose herself. But it was no use. She was beyond control, beyond reason. Her body was responding to his every word, his every touch, and she was powerless to stop it.

Her Dominant thanked the waiter, giving her a brief moment to breathe. She set the glass back down; her Dominant’s voice cut through the air, low and husky. “Eat, lil one,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “You need your strength for what’s to come.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she picked up her fork, her hands trembling; she had no appetite. Her body had been deprived and pushed to the edge for the last week, and now her Dominant was driving her body from across a table. Her body was a hot mess, her senses on fire, and she was loving every moment of it. She had never felt so alive, so present, so connected to another human being.

She slowly began to pick away at her meal, knowing he was right. She had no idea what the rest of the night held, but she knew she was in for a wild ride.

As she watched him eat, she couldn’t help but be struck by the air of calm and confidence that surrounded him. He seemed completely unbothered by the tension that was building between them, his movements economical and precise as he cut into his food and brought it to his lips.

But it was his eyes that really gave him away. They sparkled with a knowing glint, a hint of amusement that seemed to say he was fully aware of the effect he was having on her. And every time he spoke, a small smile played on his lips, as if he was savoring the knowledge that he had her right where he wanted her.

It was as if he could see right through her, to the deepest, most hidden parts of her. And yet, instead of feeling vulnerable or exposed, she felt a thrill of excitement. She was his, and he knew it. And he was going to take her, whenever and however he wanted.

The thought sent a wave of heat through her body, her skin prickling with anticipation. She was hot, horny, and desperate, and he knew it. That is what he wanted. He liked her like this, she realized, her eyes locked on his. He liked her hot, and hungry, and completely at his mercy.

The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. She was in his hands, completely!

But she wanted to show him, to prove to him her devotion

She knew exactly what she needed to do. Reaching up, she pulled the chain attached to her collar and held it out as an offering to her Dominant. A surge of excitement and nervousness coursed through her veins. She was making a bold statement, a public declaration of her devotion and submission to her Dominant. The metal links of the chain jingled softly as she held it out to him, her hand trembling with anticipation.

Her Dominant’s eyes locked onto hers, a smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of wine as he gazed at her, his eyes never leaving hers. “Is this for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky, teasing her, playing with her.

She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I am yours, Sir…please will you accept the leash, Sir?” She was begging him, pleading with him to take control, to take her.

Her Dominant seemed to look her up and down, analyzing her every movement, every word. He was a master of control, a king of seduction, and she was his willing pawn. The air was thick with tension as he contemplated her offer, his eyes never leaving hers.

Finally, he reached out and took the chain from her hand, his fingers closing around it like a vice. He pulled it tight, pulling her out of her seat and bringing her face inches from his. She felt her legs weaken, her body trembling with desire. Her other hand slammed down on the table to catch herself.

The loud noise would have alerted everybody in the restaurant if they hadn’t noticed this act of devotion before; they were now.

But she was trapped, caught in his web of seduction, and she couldn’t escape. More importantly, she didn’t want to escape!

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze on a summer day. The words sent a shockwave through her body. Everything in her body reverberated from the intense throbbing of her swollen pussy. She felt the wetness begin to run down her leg, and she knew she was on the edge of orgasm, her body poised on the brink of release. One word from him and her body would obey without question.

Suddenly, his mouth descended upon hers, a fierce and possessive claim that left her breathless. His lips were a brand, searing her skin and marking her as his own. The kiss was a collision of lips and tongues, a primal and passionate declaration of ownership. He kissed her like he was starving, like he couldn’t get enough of her taste, her touch, her very essence.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the vortex of their desire. The sound of the restaurant, the hum of the conversation, the clinking of the glasses – all of it faded into the background as he devoured her mouth. His tongue swept in, tangling with hers in a dance that was both familiar and yet utterly new.

She felt the kiss all the way to her toes, a spark of electricity that ignited a fire that threatened to consume her whole. Her body arched into his, and her breasts pressing against his chest. She was a flame, burning bright and hot, and he was the oxygen that fueled her fire.

The kiss was a revelation, a declaration of war, a promise of possession. It was a kiss that said, “You are mine, and I will never let you go.” And she knew, in that moment, that she was lost, completely and utterly lost, to the man who was kissing her like he owned her.

As the kiss deepened, she felt herself spiraling into a whirlwind of sensation. His lips were firm and demanding, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth with a hunger that left her breathless. The world around them faded into a blur, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of desire and submission.

The chain attached to her collar and wrist jingled softly with her trembling, a constant reminder of her surrender. She was his, completely and utterly, and the realization sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she clung to him, desperate for more.

When he finally pulled away, she felt a sense of loss, a void that only he could fill. His eyes, dark and intense, held hers captive, and she saw the raw hunger reflected in their depths. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he reveled in it.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. In that moment, she blurted out a comment she never thought she would say in her life, but she had never felt this aroused before. Her body had moved from hot and horny to screaming for any kind of release. “Please, Sir, I would like to go home so I can serve you as you desire.”

The moment those words left her lips, her face went instantly red. She had lost any filter she normally had. Her Dominant immediately let out a huge laugh that seemed to echo through the dining hall, capturing every diner’s attention. She bowed her head and sank into her chair, trying to hide her embarrassment at being so publicly rejected. This was a new sensation for her; no man had ever rejected her. It was embarrassing, but it also made her hot and want him even more.

Picking up his wine glass, he paused and asked, “Does this mean you have finished your meal?” She instantly sat up straight as a glimmer of hope appeared in his words. “Thank you for the delicious meal and wonderful evening out, Sir. But my hunger to serve you as you please, Sir, is far stronger than any food or drink can satisfy. Please, Sir, is there anything I can do to convince you to allow me to serve you at home?”

He took a long sip of his wine and closed his eyes to savor it. She could feel her hands instinctively moving towards her soft inner thighs. Her silky dress was so soft and smooth as her hands uncontrollably glided dangerously close to her pussy. The heat radiating from her mound was intense, as the throbbing of her little pearls and plump lips pounded like a drum, calling her to her mesmerizing chant. Her panties and thighs became covered in her juices.

Putting his glass down, he looked at her, drinking her all in. “You know there is nothing more that I love than a desperate and eager submissive,” he said, smiling. “You have obeyed and behaved this week. I guess if you truly want to end the night, you have earned that request.”

Jumping in her seat like a little teenager she clearly had lost control of her body, “Thank you, Sir, thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir!”

“Behave, lil one,” he said, his voice firm. “We can’t leave yet. I need to get the check. In the meantime, I have one final task for you.”

Raising his hand, he motioned to the waiter for the check. The waiter was fast approaching across the room, and she needed to hear the task urgently. Any delay would slow down her ability to get home. “Anything, Sir, anything to please you, Sir!” she blurted out. The throbbing was pounding through her entire body, and she had crossed her legs to stop her hand but mostly to slow the juices leaking down her thighs.

“While I pay, I want you to go to the bathroom and edge yourself one more time. I want my submissive pussy ready to serve, and I want your panties soaked and your thighs dripping from your desperation.”

His face took on a stern and serious expression as he went from playful to commanding in a second. “But, Sir, this submissive has been on edge and soaked the whole night!” she said.

“That is not what I instructed, is it?” he snapped back.

She immediately straightened herself, lowered her eyes, and said, “No, Sir, thank you for correcting me.”

She started to stand up when her Dominant quickly interjected, “That’s not all.”

She froze, like a deer caught in the headlights, her gaze fixed on the waiter while trying not to divert her attention from her Dominant.

“Right before you are about to orgasm, you will stop. You will then remove your soaked panties and place them in your mouth. I want you to taste how desperate you are, and I want you to savour how your body responds to me. Once you have composed yourself, I want you to return to the table while holding your panties in your mouth.”

The waiter had been momentarily sidetracked by another customer, providing her with a brief respite. However, she knew it wouldn’t be long before he returned, and the thought of being interrupted sent a shiver of anxiety through her. She was desperate to complete her task, but her Dominant was deliberately prolonging the moment, keeping her nerves taut and her senses heightened.

She struggled to maintain a calm exterior, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his next command. The tension between her desire to obey and her fear of being interrupted was palpable. She wanted to be the perfect submissive, attentive and respectful, but the thought of the waiter overhearing their conversation or interrupting their intense moment made her stomach churn.

Her Dominant’s voice was low and commanding, his eyes never leaving hers. “As you walk back, if anybody acknowledges you, I want you to be polite and give them a nice smile in return.”

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to hide her growing desperation. The waiter was approaching, and she knew she had to act quickly. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

“Understood, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the flush of anticipation and nerves spreading across her skin. She was on the edge, teetering between obedience and desperation, and she knew that her Dominant was pushing her to the limit.

Her Dominant continued, “When you arrive back at the table, I want you to place your soaked panties in my hand. Do you understand, lil one?” Her jaw dropped from surprise. As the waiter drew closer, she could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. She was walking a fine line, balancing her desire to please her Dominant with her need to avoid detection. The tension was almost too much to bear, but she knew she had to hold it together, to be the perfect submissive, no matter what.

“Yes, Sir, I understand Sir. Thank you Sir,” her tone becoming more desperate with each word.

“Good Girl…you may go now!” He growled.

If the room hadn’t been filled with the hum of jovial conversation and the constant chatter of patrons, the faint moan that escaped her lips would have been audible to all. Those two words, whispered with such command and authority, ignited a spark of longing deep within her. Her body responded instinctively, her chest tightening as she fought to keep her composure. The sound was soft, almost imperceptible, but it was a testament to the power he held over her, the control he exerted with just a few carefully chosen words.

As she stood up, she felt the heavy weight of her jeweled plug shift, and she quickly straightened her posture, clenching her muscles to keep it in place. The sensation of the plug, full and firm, sent a wave of heat through her body, her asshole tightening around it. Her pussy, neglected and empty, throbbed with a sudden, jealous ache, craving the same attention.

She met her Dominant’s gaze, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire. She tried to convey the playful struggle she was experiencing, the way her body was responding to his commands and the plug’s playful teasing, all with a subtle, knowing smile.

With that, the waiter arrived, and before he could get a word out, she quickly interjected with an almost desperate plea, her voice rising sharply in her urgency, “Can you please show me where the bathroom is?”

Taken aback, the waiter clearly wasn’t prepared. “Oh…yes, just go straight back and turn left.”

With an ever-so-slight curtsy to the waiter, as her Dominant had taught her to show respect in public, she thanked him. With all the speed she could muster while trying to maintain some level of grace, she took off towards the bathroom. She was on a mission, a mission to complete her Dominant’s request, and nothing was going to get in her way.

As she walked past the other diners, any remnants of shyness or embarrassment she had held before vanished. She no longer cared about what they might think or judge about her and her Dominant’s desires. Her sole focus was on fulfilling her Dominant’s command to the best of her ability and pleasing him. Nothing and nobody would interfere with that.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and the sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed in her ears. She kept her chin up and walked with a determined stride, eager to reduce the distance to her destination. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear, but she knew she had to focus, to be the perfect submissive, no matter what.

Once she reached the bathroom, she pushed open the door and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. Quickly looking around, she let out a deep breath, not realizing she had been holding it the entire time. Seeing that she was alone gave her a moment of relief. The heat between her legs was intense, her body throbbing with need and desperation. She could feel the wetness of her arousal, her panties already soaked through. She knew exactly what she had to do, and she was determined to please her Dominant, to show him just how eager and willing she was to serve him.

Pushing open the stall door, she entered and locked it behind her in one swift motion. She quickly pulled her dress above her waist and spread her legs apart. She began rubbing herself over the beautiful new pink panties her Dominant had given her. They were already soaking wet, but if her Dominant wanted them wetter, she would make it happen.

The speed and ferocity with which she touched herself were unlike anything she had ever done before. She was already on the edge; she had been on the edge the whole dinner. She quickly felt her body building up to a beautiful climax. Her head began to spin, and she braced herself against the wall to steady herself as she continued to rub herself harder and faster.

It didn’t take long for her to reach that beautiful point of no return, but her Dominant had taught her well, and she knew she had to ride that line for at least two minutes. This had to be an edge speed record, she thought as she looked at her smartwatch to begin timing herself.

She tried to control her breathing and muffle herself, but she was desperately losing the battle. Her body desperately fought to give her the euphoric dopamine rush of release while her mind battled every instinct she had to give in so she could obey her Dominant. She looked at her watch again; it had only been 10 seconds, and her legs were already beginning to tremble. She slowed down her petting for a desperate moment of relief before reminding herself that slacking was not allowed during edging. Even though her Dominant wasn’t there and would never know, she would know, and she knew he would be able to see her disobedience from his lesson on her face.

With a deep breath, she picked up the pace, and an uncontrollable sharp gasp escaped her lips. One minute down, and her whole body began to convulse as she fought to maintain control, riding the razor-thin edge of pleasure. As her pussy throbbed, her asshole clenched around the plug, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her pussy ached with a desperate hunger, yearning to be filled by her Dominant’s hard, throbbing cock.

The plug in her ass was a constant reminder of his control, his ownership, and she reveled in the sensation, the knowledge that she was his to command, his to pleasure. Not to mention, it was keeping that hole open and available for her Dominant. This drove her empty, swollen pussy into a frenzy of need.

All the sensations were now crashing over her in a relentless wave, and every possibility of serving her Dominant flooded her mind. At 1 minute and 30 seconds down, she was ready. She would do anything he asked of her; all her holes were ready, willing, and available. She just wanted to feel him inside her, and whatever he required of her to earn that pleasure was his to decide. She would obey without question, her body and soul completely surrendered to his will.

The idea of her Dominant using all her submissive holes tonight kept flashing through her mind, igniting a fire within her. Using her other hand, she began pushing and pulling the plug inside her asshole, fucking herself as her pussy begged for more. Her leg instinctively squatted as she pushed the plug in, pretending her Dominant was penetrating her tight little hole, reserved for him and only him. The sensation was intense, her body aching with need and desire.

At two minutes, she stopped flat, both hands braced against the door as her body shook and convulsed, screaming and begging for release. Taking deep, slow breaths, she tried to calm herself down. Straightening herself, she took one last deep breath and pulled her soaked panties off, placing them completely in her mouth. The cloth was drenched in her thick, silky nectar, the sweet juices engulfing her taste buds as her oversexed aroma filled her nostrils. This was the effect her Dominant had on her body; it was all his doing, and her body happily responded.

The taste of her own arousal was intoxicating, a testament to her submission and desire. She knew that every part of her was ready, willing, and available for him. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, her asshole clenched around the plug, and her mouth was filled with the evidence of her arousal. She was his to command, his to pleasure, and she was determined to serve him in every way possible. The thought of his control, his ownership, drove her into a frenzy of need, and she was ready to do anything he asked of her. All her holes were ready, and she yearned to feel him inside her, to obey his every command.

Pulling her dress down, she opened the stall door and immediately saw her reflection in the mirror. She looked like she had just run a marathon; her face was bright red and glowing with sweat. Her hair was a mess, and her dress was disheveled. She quickly tried to straighten out her dress and combed her hair with her fingers in a futile attempt to tame the disaster.

Suddenly, the bathroom door popped open, and a woman of about the same age as her entered the room. Seeing her in the middle of the room in such a state, there was no hiding what she had been doing. There would be no other excuse. The woman, a bit surprised and confused by the state of her, asked, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude…are you okay?”

Was she okay? She was more than okay. She thought as she straightened out her dress and dabbed a paper towel on her head to remove some of the glow without ruining her makeup. She was about to complete her Dominant’s task and earn herself the right to please him in the wildest night of her life. Everything she had fantasized and longed for all these years was about to be granted. While this woman was going home to a night of Netflix and half-hearted disappointment.

She politely smiled and gave the woman a slight curtsy before exiting the bathroom. She was eager to give her Dominant the gift he requested, carefully protected in her mouth. She was ready to serve him, to obey his every command, and to experience a night where she allowed herself to become completely vulnerable to her Dominant.

As she opened the bathroom door and stood in the dining hall, it felt like every head had turned to look at her. But unlike when she entered and had felt a slight sensation of embarrassment from their judgmental looks, now she was standing before them as a powerful submissive, radiating her sex and her Dominant’s possession in all its glory for everyone to see.

As she walked through the crowd of tables, her steps were graceful, each movement exuding confidence and purpose. She swayed her hips with a newfound sensuality, capturing every gaze in the room. The power she held was intense, but she knew she would lay it all down to please her Dominant. That thought brought a slight smirk to her face, one she couldn’t hide, as a woman smacked her date for staring at her too long. She caught herself, her smile almost exposing the secret present she was bringing to her Dominant—the soaked panties in her mouth, a token of her submission. She savored the taste of her own arousal, a reminder of the life that awaited her.

Her eyes locked onto her Dominant’s, and she saw the approval and desire reflected in his gaze. He was pleased, and that was all that mattered. As she approached the table, she slowed her pace, savoring the moment. She wanted to draw out the anticipation, to build the tension between them. Her Dominant’s eyes never left hers, and she could feel the intensity of his gaze, telling her that she was in for the night of her life.

Reaching the table, she stood before him, her body trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was everything she had waited for her entire life, but she was nervous at the same time that she might not be able to live up to his needs. Only one thought helped to ease her nerves: she knew she could face anything as long as her Dominant was there, guiding her with his powerful arms around her.

Putting out her hand, she quickly released the panties into her palm and slipped them into her Dominant’s hand. “As you commanded, Sir!” she said with a self-impressed glow. Taking her pink, soaked panties, he slipped them into his front dress jacket pocket—a beautiful display of her obedience for all to see. When he stood up, she could see that her pink panties perfectly matched his navy blue and pink squared suit. And she realized in that moment that he had orchestrated everything about this night to the letter. Which meant what she was about to enter into was going to push her in ways she had never felt before.

“Good girl,” he growled at her in his low, husky voice. “Let’s get you home.”

“As you wish, Sir!” she bowed her head as she held her chain out to him. Taking her chain and hand in his, he turned and led her out of the restaurant. She felt a quick moment of relief as she finally realized her long wait was finally in sight and nothing was going to stop her from living the life she had always longed for.