"You may wear a pair of
tight elastic panties, if you wish, but you will have to
take them off, when I will tell you, to play with your
"clitty", at our table, in the restaurant. Be also prepared
to reach an orgasm in front of me!"
This conversation
takes place while we are chatting, in the beginning of
December 2002, just a couple of hours before we have planned
to meet, for the first time, in a restaurant, located in
Québec City, not very far away from the bridges. D, who is
from out-of-town, contacted me, via the Web, a few months
before. I declined his first offer to meet but today is the
"day"!
He chose the
clothes and the boots I now wear (see the picture above) as
well as the color of my hair and the "accessories" I must
bring with me. I objected rather firmly about these
accessories but he managed so smoothly that, in the end, I
accepted, "just in case" we would like to "play".
The name of the
restaurant is "Bistango" and I am now being seated, by the
Maître d', at a table with the entrance in sight. It is now
five minutes past 20:00, which is the time we have agreed
upon.
Fifteen minutes
later, when he makes his entrance, I cannot believe how
handsome D is. It is the first time I have agreed to meet
somebody I did not have a look at a picture previously but
what a pleasant surprise he is!
As soon as the
waiter comes and after having enquired about my preferences,
D orders a bottle of red wine. In order to give us time to
acquaint ourselves a little better, D already asked the
waiter two times to come back later but he is back again.
When the time
comes to make my choices about what to eat, I feel so
disturbed that I have great difficulties to make the
selections. I must tell you that my thighs are as wide open
as my tight skirt allows me to and a foot of my new found
partner is inserted between them to play with my sex, tighly
compressed by my panties.
When the waiter
leaves, he orders me to go to the washrooms to take them off
and put on the butt plug and the cock ring I carry into my
purse. Even if I feel already aroused, I try to object but
he knows how to handle me and, as soon as I regain my
composure, I obey.
My first steps
are not as graceful as I would like. The near 5'' stiletto heels
of my thigh boots feel much higher than they really are but,
after a few more steps, I can regain my stability.
The walk to the
restrooms is longer than I expected and the staircase to go
down to the basement, where they are located, is treacherous
to manage.
The tight corset
that I wear does not allow me too much possibilities, when
taking off my very tight panties, but the insertion of the
chrome butt plug is even more troublesome. The installation
of the cock ring on my clitty is easier even if it seems
tighter than I expected.
On my way out of
the restroom, I check, in the mirror, the bulge in front of
my skirt. Even if my sex is rather small, it looks so
voluminous now, through my black skirt.
When a lady
enters the restroom, I want to hide under the cabinet but I
cannot. I would look much more suspicious and I know I have
to go back pretty soon to D.
On my way back to
the dining room, I must take it very slowly in order to
adjust myself to the new sensations of the heavy and rigid
butt plug inserted in my bottom hole. The cock ring which
hold my sex make it rub on my thighs and it hurts. So, even
if I would like to rush in order to hide behind the table as
fast as possible, I can't. But, the feeling of being naked
under my skirt is a rather good one.
As I re-enter the
dining room, there are people everywhere. I have the
sensation that they are all looking at me.
I feel so
relieved when I reach our table but that feeling does not
last for long because D. orders me to lift the back of my
skirt, before I am allowed to put my naked buns on the cold
leather of my chair. I feel so humiliated but I obey without
hesitation because I want to hide behind the table as fast
as I can.
Fortunately, I do
not have to lift the front of my skirt, in front of the
guests, seated at the nearby tables. Some, would, probably,
have the surprise of their lifetime. But, the bulge in front
of my skirt is visible enough to prove that I am not the
woman I try to mimic.
As soon as I am
seated, D takes off one of his shoes and apply his foot on
my clitty to make it grow to attention even more. He put
it back down only after I am ordered to take hold of my sex
with my left hand.
The waiter brings
the first dishes as I am caressing myself. No way he missed
what I am doing.
During the time
we eat, I must caress myself and stop doing it at D's
orders. I have only one hand left to eat and you can believe
me that he made sure that the people seated at the nearby
tables knew what I must do with my other hand but, I feel so
aroused that it does not bother me anymore.
I will not
surprise you if I tell you that D always has time to clean
his plate a long time before I do. But, when comes the time
to finish our bottle of wine, I just hope that we will leave
the restaurant pretty soon and I will be offered to go to
D.'s hotel room so that I will have the opportunity to give
myself to him. But, instead, he soon advises me that he has
other plans on his mind.
Believe it or
not, he wants that I accompany him to a nearby public sauna
where I will not be allowed to take off all of my clothes.
On top of the butt plug and cock ring, I would have to keep
on my corset, stockings and heels and he would affix a leash
to the piercing at the tip of my clitty to lead me around
the place.
As soon as I
realise what he wants me to do, my arousal almost disappear
instantly. As much as I want to obey him, to please him and
to give myself, I cannot find the courage to do what he
expects from me. I discuss, I argue, I try to convince him
that he can ask me anything but not to be displayed, like he
intends to do, in a public sauna. I make sure he understands
that I want to give myself to him but, unfortunately, there
is nothing I can do to change his mind.
When out of the
restaurant, on our way to the parking lot, we still argue
about going to the sauna. But, it is late right now and
after a few earthshaking kisses (he is such a wonderful
kisser), we both go each our own ways.
Epilogue
To my great
dismay, except for a few e-mails after our meeting, it did
not seem that we would meet me again. But, surprise, during
April 2003, D came to pay me a visit and, then, I had to
submit. Some pictures relating to our meeting can be seen by
clicking on my buns.
