Beauty Of Simple

Date Night - Dinner

The drive to the restaurant was quiet.  All Jessica could think about was the ache between her legs.  She wanted relief in the worst way and now all she would have was a long dinner to sit through before there would be any chance of relief.  She shifted in the passenger seat, feeling her moistness from her now uncovered sex.  She looked over at him, a small smile crossing her lips.  She couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him, the way he was able to control her, make her succumb to his wishes.  It made her feel free in a way nothing else could. Yielding to his wishes, his command gave her a feeling of comfort and security.  It also drove her wild beyond belief. 

They arrived at the restaurant and he parked the car.  He turned and looked at her, leaning in and kissing her softly on the cheek, then on the lips.  His hand slid up her leg, barely pushing the dress up her thigh.  “You look so sexy tonight, baby, I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”  He inched his hand higher on her thigh, as she took a deep audible breath inward.  His mouth moved to her neck briefly, his lips gently touching her nape.  He lingered for a moment, taking in her sweet scent, enjoying the feel of her on his lips.  He pulled away and then opened the door, getting out of the car, going around the other way and opening Jessica’s door for her. 

He took her hand as they entered the small quiet restaurant.  He asked for a booth in the back of the restaurant.  The hostess led them to the booth, tucked away in the corner of the restaurant, quiet and almost a little secluded.  Jessica slid in first, and he sat next to her, close to her.  He looked at the menu quickly, thinking about what he would have.  Placing it down, he wrapped his arm around Jessica’s waist, pulling her in close to him.  His other hand rested underneath the table, his fingers gently rubbing her thigh.  He looked at her, and she back at him, his cock stirring as he felt the smooth soft skin of Jessica’s leg.  He moved his hand up her thigh slowly, his eyes now locked on hers.  “Open your legs.  Now.”, he said quietly but firmly to her as she complied, her eyes still on his, her heart once again beginning to pound harder.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she opened her thighs to him, her mind so focused on the feel of his fingers against her, her body already overstimulated by his inspection of her at their house.  The second his fingers touched her waiting sex, she let out a low “oh goddddd”, as he felt her wetness immediately.  She leaned her head back ever so slightly, her eyes gently closing, as her mind zeroed in on his touch.

He slipped a finger gently inside her as she gasped quietly.  “Fuckkkkk”, she said so softly, so sexily that his cock instantly stood up on end, her eyes opening back up and looking at him, so lust filled as she wanted more, more of his hand, more of everything.  “That feel good, kitten?”  She nodded her head slowly at him, opening her legs more, when suddenly she saw the waiterout of the corner of her eye.  She felt a surge of panic as he approached, his footsteps getting closer. 

“Sir, the waiter is coming.”, she said softly, beginning to close her legs and shift her position.  Before she could move, his other hand clamped down on her thigh.  “Keep them open.  I’m not finished playing with what’s mine.” 

“But, Sir…"  He looked at her sternly.  “I said keep them open.  Don’t make me tell you again.  Spread your legs.  Now.”  Jessica felt her face blush as the waiter approached.  She opened her legs, her face burning.  “Yes, Sir”, she said quietly as she felt another finger slip inside her.  As his second finger slid inside her, she felt his thumb gently start to stroke her clit, the sensation of his fingers quickly overcoming her nerves

“Good evening”, the waiter said in his most professional voice.  “I’m Tony and I’ll be serving you tonight.  Would you like to hear the specials?”  Jessica could barely hear anything as his thumb pressed harder against her button, her body now beginning to go into overdrive.  “Yes, please”, he said looking at the waiter. 

“Well for starters, tonight we have a clam chowder….”, the waiter began, Jessica’s mind drifted off again, her legs almost involuntarily widening as she tried to stifle a gasp.  She looked over at him, his fingers working away inside her, driving her to the verge of insanity, his face focused on the waiter. 

“Sounds delicious.  Red or white?”, he asked, pressing against her clit harder.  Jessica’s heart pounded as she let out a soft “ohhh”, as the waiter answered.  “White, Sir, it’s quite good.”  The waiter continued on with the specials for the evening, Jessica not hearing anything he was saying, her mind swirling. 

“Can I get you both started with something to drink?”, the waiter asked, his eyes turning to Jessica.  Jessica looked straight ahead, completely lost in the moment, the only thing she was aware of was the fingers inside her and on her clit and her slowly building orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, the waiter is talking to you”, he said to her gently, his fingers slipping in and out of her harder now.  Jessica suddenly looked up, flustered and startled, her face flushing as she looked at the waiter.  “I’m so…sorry, what did you ask me?

“Something to drink, Miss?” the waiter said, the slightest look of curiosity on his face now. 

“Oh”, Jessica stammered, as he pressed on her clit harder now, his thumb swirling over it hard and fast.  “Ohhh godd, umm, just a class of chardonnay please” she said quickly, her face red and shiny, her mouth struggling to just get the words out. 

“I’ll be right back with your drinks”, the waiter said, as he walked away.  As the waiter turned and headed back. He turned and looked at Jessica, wrapping his other arm around her waist tightly, pulling her closer to him. 

“Look at me, kitten”, he said to her his eyes wide and intense.  He slipped a third finger inside her, as she gasped, the pleasure overwhelming her now as his thumb maintained a steady, pace. 

“Fuckkkkk, Sir.  Oh fuckkkkk, please, Sir”

“What am I touching, kitten?”

“Your pussy, Sir.  Oh my fuckkkiing God, Sir, please, Sir.”  His fingers continued working deeper and faster, massaging and pumping inside her. 

“When do I get to touch what’s mine, kitten?”, his eyes firmly locked on hers.  She didn’t dare break eye contact with him now. 

Jessica gasped as he pressed hard on her clit, her body almost exploding with arousal.   “Whenever you want, Sir”, she gasped, her whisper breathy and desperate.  She was on the brink of climaxing now and they both knew it.  He rotated his thumb faster now, swirling over her clit, her button swelling and becoming more sensitive with each second.

“When do you cum?”

“Fuckkkk, Sir, holy fuckkkk please, Sir.”

“When do you cum?”, he growled at her, his fingers deep inside her, filling her as deep as they could go, her sex desperate for more.

“Ahhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, godddd, whenever you tell me to, Sir, oh my goddd, Sir, please can I cum, Sir, please?”

Her face was flushed and reddened, her voice almost too loud, but she didn’t care anymore.  All she could feel was his fingers and her body desperately needed release.  More than anything in the world, all she wanted was climax.

“You want to cum right here in front of the entire restaurant, kitten?”

“Yesssss, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please let me cum, Sir”

“Very well, kitten."  With that permission, Jessica went over the edge, her body spasming with ecstasy.  "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh, goddd, ohhhh fuckkkkk me, ohhhh, holyyyyy shittt, oh goddddd.  She managed to keep her moans restrained and quiet, her eyes closing tightly as the orgasm gripped her hard and long.  He had never done anything like this to her before and the arousal of the entire situation just took over her body.  She finally came down from the wave of pleasure, her body trembling, her thighs shaking as his fingers, soaked with her juices exited her throbbing sex.  She looked at him, her eyes filled with lust.  "Thank you, Sir”, she said and kissed him on the lips softly, her body warm and soft. 

“Good girl, kitten”, he said, his lust for her on full display.  He placed his hand on her thigh again, sliding it up her dress once more.  “I’m not done yet, kitten.  Open your legs.”  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the waiter coming with their drinks.  She smiled, a small smile, her body already warming up for more.  She opened her legs wide for him this time, eager to please, ready for more, this dinner date quickly becoming the most sensual date she had ever been on. 

She felt his fingers begin to stroke the folds of her, her body already on overdrive.  She looked at him with a seductive smile, the naughty girl in her fully awake.  “But Sir, the waiter is coming”, the gleam in her eye shining brightly.

me irl

Indeed it is.

A dangerous idea my sir just had...

So I have been told to do this post and the number of notes within the next 3 days will be how many edges I have to do before I’m allowed to cum again. I’m totally sure it won't be too high haha...

Time and Space

Frustrating day

Sir denied me release all day today and teased me when I got home from work. He made me have a series of ruined orgasms and gave me the challenge of trying to cum with my dildo without using my hands or legs. He has said I can finally cum after doing this post.

helpless conditioning

It’s such a hot thing when you know you are being conditioned while feeling flustered and helpless... 

Sir has started conditioning responses for me to be a more good obedient pet in order to feel his tongue giving me pleasure. He’ll pause in the middle of it and wait for me to give him the response he wants before he will continue. I blush each time he waits and I’m even flustered now while writing. I get so embarrassed yet turned on by being in such a helpless state.

I will tease and deny you for days to get you worked up enough.

Then I will push you down, strip you, and toy with your aching hole without warning.

Your cunt belongs to me and I can play with it whenever I want to.

I am going to push you harder and harder.

Your role in life is to be available. Your role in life is to be a good little slut. Your role in life is to be open for me.

If I want to see the sweet lips of your sex clench and spasm, I will finger fuck you until you can’t walk halfway across our bedroom.

I want to see you make a mess. I want see you thrash and flail. I want to see you lose control of your emotions as the release hits you.

It doesn’t matter what you were doing. It doesn’t matter what you had planned.

You are no longer entitled to control yourself. 

Gullible

“You’re so gullible,” I laughed.

“I am not!” You huffed back, indignant.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what gullible means?”

“It means–” You opened your mouth and closed it, suddenly very confused as you glared at me. “What did you–”

“It means you’re free. So you don’t think you’re free?”

“O-Of course I do, I just didn’t know it me–”

I laughed. “I’m just yanking your chain. You’re so gullible.” I saw your face freeze in confusion and annoyance.

I lowered my voice. “Gullible in this instance means controlled. You are so controlled. You love being controlled. Isn’t that right?”

“R…Right.” You looked dazed, a bit of the light behind your eyes growing dimmer as they fluttered. “I’m gullible.”

I brought a hand to my mouth. “My, are you sure? Do you know what you just said?”

“I…no…?” You started to slump back against the couch.

“Gullible means you’re in trance. Aren’t you? You’re so gullible.”

And you slid and fell right into my lap, my gullible little toy.