Out to a Dirty Dinner

He was going to be home late from work, and had called asking if I would like to go out to dinner that evening. Delighted, I said yes. I could hear the slight smile in his voice over the phone as he instructed me to be waiting in my chair, collar on, sitting properly with my hands in my lap, and I was not to look at him nor speak to him until spoken to. I was to wear whatever I wanted, dressy or casual as long as I was in some sort of skirt.

Obediently I waited, knowing in the next couple of minutes he’d come thru the door. Because I was expecting it, I jumped when I heard him come in, and quickly folded my hands in my lap, trying not to fidget. He walked passed me setting his briefcase down, then headed to the kitchen to set his empty lunch containers into the sink.

He came to me next, and stood directly in front of me, used his knees to kick my own open and stood between my legs. He cupped my chin, pulled my face upward so that I could look him in the eyes and he said “Good girl”. He leaned down and kissed my lips locking them only for a second before gripping my hair to pull my whole body back. With his other hand he used his fingers to feel my collar. Suddenly my face was shoved into his stomach and he moved my hair out of the way, apparently my collar was not on tight enough for his liking.

He pulled me up off the chair inspecting my neck and it’s tightened collar. Finally he smiled and said, “Much better” and then kissed me again, firmly. He took a step back looking me up and down, patted my ass and asked if I was ready to go.

“Yes” I replied with a smile.

He slapped my face, hard asking, “Yes, what?”

I tensed and said “Yes, Sir.”

He then muttered something to himself asking how many times he has to tell me to say Sir when speaking to him. I tried to lean into him and apologize but he just walked ahead and I followed behind. The drive to the restaurant was quick and quiet. When he parked he hesitated before getting out and looked at me. He took my hand and kissed the top of it, and told me he wanted me to be a good girl inside.

Once seated and the waiter walked away leaving us with our menus, my Dominant man took my menu from me and said he would order for me. He picked up my spoon, pointed it at me and told me to get my purse. I picked it up setting it in my lap. He jabbed the spoon toward me and I took it from him, he told me to put it into my purse and to go to the bathroom. I was told to remove my panties and then bring my self to climax with the spoon inside of me, but not to orgasm. Then to return to the table and give him my panties, and set the spoon back where he picked it up. I was not allowed to wipe my wetness off of the spoon either.

Stunned, I just looked at him but I could tell this was not something to question. So I got up with my purse and spoon inside and casually walked to the bathroom and locked myself in one of the stalls. I took off my panties, which already were starting to become wet and put them inside my purse, and took the spoon out. I put it in my mouth and sucked gently to get it wet while I opened my legs up and leaned back onto the door. I set the spoon onto my clit rubbing a bit, and then slid it into my pussy. Slowly I fucked myself with it while rubbing my clit and right when I felt myself wanting to cum, I stopped like I was told.

Back at the table, my salad was waiting for me. The waiter walked up to see if I needed anything and my Dom replied for me. “Yes, she needs to hand her panties over to me.” I blushed and looked down into my lap, but the waiter found humor and walked away. The man I adored held his hand out over the table and I passed him my panties that he put into his pocket. The spoon was set next to my salad plate. A few moments later my soup was brought and I was told to use my used spoon to eat it.

Upon leaving dinner, Sir got out a leash he had in the trunk and attached it to my collar. He sat me into the backseat, legs still outside the car and attached ankle cuffs to each leg. He sat me in the middle of the backseat and used some other gadgets that resulted in each ankle bound to either side of the car hanging from the hand rest ordeals above the windows. I whimpered since I was in a skirt and no panties, completely exposed.

He smiled and patted my cheeks and said “good girl”. He got into his driver seat and drove. At a stop light he rolled all the windows down and reached into his pocket, took the panties out and reached back shoving them into my mouth. He ordered me to masturbate. I had free use of my hands, and obeyed.

When we got home he untied me and walked me into the house, up the stairs into his room. He ripped my clothes off ordering me down onto my knees, face into the floor. He inserted a glass but plug into my ass, and then spanked me with his cane. He knows my body well and sensed when I’d had enough, stopped and kissed my ass softly. Then I heard him undress himself. He walked to the front of me pulling me up by my hair, and shoved his cock into my mouth. He told me to use both of my hands to masturbate, and that I had to suck him until I came.

When I did, he abruptly pulled out of my drooling mouth and picked me up throwing me onto the bed on my knees. He fucked me doggy style so hard while I was still cumming that I was screaming in pleasure. Right when he was going to cum, he pulled out and inserted his cock into my ass, causing more screams from me but this time in pain, reminding me of who I am. His.