After a night out on the town, we found ourselves in one last bar. We had both had a considerable amount to drink that evening, and thought that the dark, quiet atmosphere of this newest club would help us clear our heads for the drive home. The music hummed in the background as we settled down across from one another at a corner table. It was the perfect spot to smoke a cigarette, people-watch, and commiserate about the evening thus far.
"I know I already told you this, but you look super hot tonight baby," you say with a look of absolute approval.
I had planned the outfit with you in mind, of course. A very low-cut black blouse and a push-up bra had my breasts more exposed than usual, while my short skirt left little to the imagination. Had I bent over, the view would be spectacular from both sides....cleavage pouring out the front, my soft round ass peeking out from behind. I raised my eyebrow and wiggled out of my four inch heel stiletto.
"I am so glad you like it," I reply as I run my foot teasingly up your leg and between your thighs. I wiggle my toes up against your dick and can feel that it is already beginning to get hard.
"Well lookie there! I didn't know I had such an effect on you!" I giggle as I say this and rub my foot a little more against your growing cock. I love teasing you in public, and in my slightly drunken state I was feeling quite horny. Rather than reply, you stare back at me clearly deep in thought. You watch me for several moments, simply admiring me and thinking about what you have been planning for a long time. Your hand reaches under the table and grabs my foot. You look me sternly in the eye and speak in a low, controlled manner.
"Did I give you permission to do that?" You squeeze my foot tighter.
At the sound of your voice, my heart races and I can feel myself suddenly taking more ragged breaths. I can feel the warmth spread across my face as my cheeks turn red. I look down at the table, no longer able to keep your gaze. You have never spoken that way to me outside of our bedroom, and I don't know quite how to respond. I knew it had been a fantasy of yours to play out one of our usual scenes in public, but here? Now? I quickly look around to see if anyone has heard you, though I know that no one has. My heart feels as though it is going to beat through my chest.
"Do you plan on answering my question?" I am ripped from my thoughts. I hadn't realized until that moment that I had not responded. I look up at you and can tell instantly that you are completely serious. My mouth is dry, and I take a sip of my drink hoping that I can find the courage to get through this.
"No," I say, barely recognizing my own voice. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself back in our warm bed.
"No, what?"
"No, you did not give me permission to play with your cock."
"Open your eyes and look at me, slut." Upon hearing that, I immediately make eye contact with you. You can tell I am nervous, and that turns you on more. You push my foot from between your thighs and shove my leg onto the floor. "Put your shoe back on whore, and listen well."
I scramble to reach under the table and slide my shoe back onto my foot. Even though mentally I am horrified at what is happening, my body deceives me. I can feel my cunt throbbing and getting wetter as I listen to what you say next.
"What happens to bad little girls, whore?"
"They get spanked."
"That's right. In this case, you have displeased me more than once, and you have to learn your lesson. From this moment forward, you won't speak unless I ask you a direct question. You will do whatever I say, when I say it. Any hesitation will only lead me to punish you further and trust me, you don't want that. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good. Now stand up and come over here next to me." You lean back in your chair and take a final drag off of your cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray.
I push my chair back from the table and stand up. My knees are weak and I am not sure that I can go through with this, but I know I must. When you speak to me like that I am reminded that when it comes to sex, you own me. Every part of me belongs to you and I must oblige your every whim. I take a deep breath before slowly moving over to you. You have pushed your chair back and turned it so that it is facing the rest of the room. I stand before you as your eyes go down my body, taking in every curve, every crevice.
"Turn around and face the room, slut...and keep your eyes open!"
I do as you say. Although I am not facing you I can feel your eyes inspecting me from behind. I feel completely exposed already, and we've only just begun. I look around the bar trying to size up the situation. As it is almost closing time, the place is winding down. There are two older gentlemen sitting at the bar, a couple who appears to be about our age at a table across the room and a group of middle-aged men and women who were clearly drunk and speaking rather loudly. At that point, I was almost wishing that the bar was busier, so that we could possibly go unnoticed. In this winded-down state, I knew that was impossible.
"Look at all those people, slut. Shortly they are all going to be looking at your bare ass and pussy."
