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YOU SAT AT THE table, waiting patiently for me to appear. The instructions had been clear – order a glass of red wine and then wait in silence for my arrival, forbidden to speak to anyone including the wait staff. It felt like ages as the minutes ticked by. You kept your gaze averted in hopes that you would not attract unneeded attention and be forced to be rude to the waitress. A wave of apprehension washed through you, as you were unsure if you were being monitored for obedience. Eyes flicking between the door and the floor, you hoped that you had chosen a restaurant that would please me.

Standing immediately as I walked in, you remained on your feet for an awkwardly long time. I moved slowly across the room, silk dress gently sliding against my body from time to time; a tease, a hint at the curves underneath, elegantly gliding in impossibly high heels. Despite knowing the rules, for several moments you could not look away.

You came around to meet me and pulled out my chair, standing behind me as I sat. I nodded to the chair across from mine. You understood my gesture and sat as well, remaining silent as I spoke.

‘Did you receive my package earlier?’ You nodded, still unsure if you had permission to speak.

Earlier in the day, as you were leaving your 10am meeting, a courier arrived with a small, beautiful black box tied with black ribbon. A small tag simply said ‘now,’ signed with only a scripted J.

Rushing into your office, you hoped that no one had noticed the hot flush on your face.

Slowly untying the ribbon, you felt an unusual mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing that tonight was clearly beginning well before nightfall. Within the box was a heavy metal cock ring, perfectly sized and escribed with the same scripted J. The tag in the box simply said ‘Mine’. You slipped this subtle collar around my cock, understanding that it was to be a public replacement of the heavy metal collar that you wore for me privately.

Wearing your normal work ‘uniform’ of dark jeans and a sharply pressed button-up shirt with cufflinks, the ring sat snugly against your body, cold and hard, and as long as my cock remained soft it was nearly imperceptible. However, while only you would know that you were wearing it, it was equally impossible to forget.

The rest of the day was spent in delicious torture; the metal cock ring just heavy enough to be a constant reminder of my ownership and my cock, but unlike a chastity cage, there was nothing to stop an erection other than your own concentration and will.

Now watching you from across the table in the restaurant, I freed my foot from one of my heels and reached it across to feel for the ring in between your legs. I could feel its hard shape, circling your own hardening shape. I knew I didn’t need to confirm your obedience, but I enjoyed the look of embarrassment mixed with poorly suppressed lust as you realised what I was doing.

‘Good boy.’ I said and watched you melt. ‘You may speak.’

The waitress came over and took our order and we began a normal dinner conversation, while I enjoyed your struggle to concentrate.

Prior to the arrival of our dinner, I excused myself to the ladies’ room and upon returning, tucked something discretely in your shirt pocket. ‘Wear this.’ I commanded.

You left me as the first plates began to arrive, quickly entering the gents and a stall. Reaching into your pocket, you withdrew a pair of silk and lace panties, still warm from my body. Holding them to your nose, you could smell my scent and it made you feel heady. Removing your jeans and boxers in a toilet stall was awkward enough; slipping the panties on was nearly too much. Of course, they fit tightly as my compact shape was far smaller than your frame and my cock slipped out the side just a bit. After a few attempts at adjusting, it was as well placed as it was going to be and you returned to me trying not to flush bright red or draw attention to the undeniable bulge in your jeans. You looked ecstatic to hide your lower body under the table again.

We ate dinner while I watched you try to maintain some decorum, clearly self-conscious that you were now wearing my panties. For a moment, the secrets you wore were forgotten as our conversation found its usual rhythm and pace, two natural conversationalists well matched.

However, I stole your words when I took your hand and slipped it underneath my dress and in between my legs. Surprise flicked across your face as I confirmed that I was now completely naked underneath my dress. Rubbing your finger in the wetness between my thighs, I brought your finger to and spread the glossiness on your lips. By instinct more than active thought, you licked your lips. You became very still, waiting, watching me.

Sliding a black magnetic key card across the table, I told you to be outside room 738 in 30 minutes and with that, I got up and walked out, without so much as a backward glance. This was a departure from our usual Uber ride home: your arm draping my shoulder, fingers intertwined, then falling into bed, tangled bodies and limbs. Looking at the key card, you recognised the logo of a boutique hotel not far away, paid the bill and walked swiftly in that direction.

You unlocked the elevator, entering and rapidly pressing the ‘close doors’ button multiple times before another guest could enter. On the 7th floor, you easily found the door to 738 and sank to your knees outside, dropping your gaze and silently praying that no other guests from that floor would arrive any time soon to observe.

Time crawled. Every sound seemed to be amplified, rattling through your body. Thoughts raced through your mind, undesired.

The door opened.

You crawled through into the darkness.


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