She sat nervously in the over-sized booth in the bar and grill they had agreed to meet at. She had worn a skirt like he had told her to, and the leather seat was chilly against the back of her legs. It was the shortest one she owned, and she almost wished she had worn the longer one. She tried to shift a little in her seat and pull the skirt down just a little bit, and as she did she felt the air breeze past her bare pussy. He had made that clear, too. She was not to wear any panties for this meeting. It made her flush, a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment.
She looked around the room and toward the door. There were people milling about. A lady was speaking to the hostess, an elderly man held the door for his wife as she shuffled out into the evening air with her walker. It all seemed so mundane. So ordinary.
Then suddenly, there he was slipping into the booth across from her, and she remembered there was nothing ordinary about this evening! Their relationship had started online and had grown from emailing and texting to finally meeting. They were vanilla meetings the first few times to see if they felt comfortable with each other. But this time was different. "This time I don't have any panties on!" She thought to herself and almost let out a giggle!
"Hello, my sweet." He said in that fantastic voice that made her hang on every word. "Is something funny?"
"Hello Sir" She could barely speak, her voice almost a whisper. "I just am very happy to see you again."
He raised an eyebrow "Is that so? Well, I am happy to see you too. The thought crossed my mind that you might not be here today."
"Well, I am." She smiled shyly. She was nervous. Her whole life had been vanilla, and he had been "on the scene" for over ten years! She unrolled the silverware that was on the table and began tearing the paper napkin to bits and twisting them up and tying them into little tiny knots.
He put his hand on hers, stilling her nervous fidgeting. "Look at me" His voice had a sternness to it that made her immediately look up at him. Into those gorgeous eyes.
"I'll be the one tying the knots today, my little pet. Stop that now."
She pulled her hands back dropping them in her lap.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Sweet?" He asked her never breaking her gaze. "You got my email detailing what is expected? What you are agreeing to?"
She remembered the email he had sent. It was almost like a contract. For the next 18 hours, from 6 pm tonight until 12 pm noon tomorrow she would belong to him. Her training would begin.
Her mind flew back and forth. Should she run from this place and Him now while she still had the chance? Or, should she stay and see the fantasies that had been buried deep within her for so long finally come to life.
She looked back into his eyes and said "Yes. This is what I want"
A dark flash went across his eyes and she was confused for a moment unsure why this had made him unhappy. Then she quickly corrected herself. "Yes Sir. I'm sure this is what I really want, please."
"Excellent." He smiled slyly. "Prove it, then."
Just then the waiter came over and introduced himself, dropping off two menus and taking their drink order before disappearing again into the back of the restaurant.
She was rather glad they were interrupted, but she wondered how he was going to ask her to prove to him that she wanted to be here.
"Did you wear panties tonight?' He asked.
"No Sir. I didn't. You told me not to." She replied, the giggle from earlier fighting to resurface.
"Ahh, good girl. I must ask, though. Is something tickling your funny bone again, my pet?" His gaze pierced into her. His words were even and controlled, and she dared not tell another half truth.
"It's just what I was thinking about earlier. How exciting it feels to have no panties, because you instructed me to be here without them on." she said, her words no more than a whisper.
"Oh, you are a dirty little slut." he smirked mischievously, almost playful now.
"I want to be." She tilted her head to the side, and smiled back at him. "I want to be YOUR dirty little slut."
"Then take this, and slide it into that sweet little pussy that belongs to ME." He reached across the table and handed her a smooth glass dildo.
Her eyes got all big and she quickly grabbed the dildo from her hands and hid it in her lap. Did he really want to her to do this here?? To prove to him this is what she wanted. What she needed. She sat still for a moment, then glanced at her watch. 6:01 pm.
"I don't like to have to repeat myself." He said in a quiet even tone.
The dark flash was back in his eyes, and she looked over toward the restroom wondering if she could walk that far with this between her legs.
"No." He said. Seeing the wheels turning in her head. "Do it right here. Now."
She was flushed again, and she nervously looked around the restaurant. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them, so she quickly slid the slender glass cylinder into her pussy. She was surprised at how wet she was, and how easily it slid in.
"Good." He smiled again. "Let's eat! You're going to need your strength, precious."
Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and all of the items on the menu seemed to blur together. She couldn't focus on anything except the cold glass between her legs.
** To be continued
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