He stopped just outside the restaurant entrance, stood under the lights that illuminated the name, taking his time finding his car keys, checking his wallet. I nearly asked if he'd lost something, before I realised what he was doing. There was a large group of people coming toward the door from the car park. About 15 people, all around my age, walking towards us. I started to panic. This was too much. People in the restaurant were at a distance from me at least. This group were going to be right next to us. I turned my body towards Sir, hoping to hide from them.
He looked up from his 'task' and shook his head at me, "back to the wall and look out at the cars, little sub. And put your arms down, don't cover your body."
I stopped myself just before I sighed. I'm his to do whatever he wants with, I reminded myself. I turned back to my original position, my arms hanging down by my sides this time. I had been holding my arms over myself trying to hide the bite marks and the collar from anyone. Now I had no chance of hiding either.
The group were almost right next to us and I could hear them chatting. They were still waiting on another carload of people and were discussing whether to wait outside or inside for them. I was silently hoping they'd choose to go inside but one of the bright sparks of the group pointed out there were too many of them to stand around in the foyer, so outside it was. I dropped my head immediately, trying to think of ways to make myself invisible.
"Did you enjoy your meal, little sub?"
I hadn't banked on Sir figuring out what I was trying to do. He made no attempt to carry out a private conversation, instead speaking to me as though there was no one else around. I nodded meekly.
His eyes told me just how big a mistake I had made. I quickly tried to speak, to answer him verbally, but as soon as I opened my mouth he had his hand over it.
"Be quiet sub. If you didn't want to be able to talk any more you should have just asked."
I kept my arms by my side, trying to plead with him with my eyes only. I was pressed up against him, unaware I had taken a step towards him as soon as he covered my mouth. I was so aroused, I wanted to feel him against me.
The group behind us was mostly speaking in hushed tones now. This made me nervous. They must be talking about us I thought. I closed my eyes, tried to calm myself down. They were probably just talking amongst themselves. They probably weren't watching us. It was working until new voices joined the group. As they all hugged and greeted one another, Sir took his hand from my mouth. I risked looking over my shoulder and was relieved to see that none of them were paying us any attention.
I wanted to hate him for doing this, but I couldn't. All I felt was my desire building and building for him. My pussy getting so wet, I was worried about my juices literally running down my legs. All the blood in my body seemed to be split between colouring my cheeks, displaying my embarrassment clearly and my engorged clit. My pussy was tingling with need, a deep pulling feeling in the pit of my tummy accompanied it and I couldn't stop myself from whimpering with lust.
The entire time my mind was running through these thoughts, Sir was watching me. I had my eyes cast down, still under the illusion that if I can't see them, they can't see me. I could see the bulge in his trousers, that delicious bulge that indicated just how much he was enjoying this. Enjoying my predicament.
"Come on sub, follow me."
I quickly walked behind him as he strode to the car, trying frantically to keep up with him. To hide myself behind him
When we reached the car, the momentary relief I felt soon disappeared though. He was holding a gag in his hand. I shook my head, started to beg him not to gag me there. To please wait til we were in the car, please don't do this where people could see. But my pleas were ignored and brushed aside.
Eventually I relented, I opened my mouth and he wasn't too gentle when he pushed the ball in. He turned me around to face the restaurant with a hard push on my shoulders, telling me to hold my hair up out of the way, fastening the gag securely behind my head. As I let my hair fall back down, the restaurant door opened and the couple from the table across from us walked out. My eyes were wide with fear and I quickly turned back to Sir.
They were walking towards us. The woman held her keys in her hand and i heard the beep of central locking. Their car was parked directly in front of us. As they were closing their doors, I heard the woman mutter something to her partner, "slut" was the only word I picked out of her sentence. This only sent me further into my extreme arousal. My cunt spasming at hearing the word from the mouth of another. Deep shame at my reactions to such a judgement. But she was right. I was acting like a slut.
After they had pulled away, Sir allowed me to get in the car. I sat in the passenger seat, with my legs apart as far as I could. I couldn't bring myself to pull my dress up, to expose myself. When Sir was settled in the driving seat he turned to me, frowning at my dress. He reached over and pulled it back, tucking it under the waist of the seatbelt.
I was watching his face so was caught off guard by the six rapid spanks he delivered right over my clit. The first two caused me to shout out behind the gag but the following four had me panting with need. His hand was wet from my pussy and he reached up, wiping it over my face then gripped my chin in his fingers and turned me to face him.
"Since you didn't answer me back there I assumed you didn't want to talk. Behave and I'll think about taking the gag out. But then you do look good gagged like that..." He trailed off.
I squirmed in my seat, trying to get some sort of friction against my pussy, to no avail.
"Feeling like you need something in that slut pussy of yours?" He asked.
All I could so was nod frantically.
"Go into your handbag. Take out what you find in there and use it. But do not cum. I mean that last bit sub, do not cum."
I'm confused, I don't understand what could be in my handbag. It hadn't moved since we arrived at the hotel. Opening it, I was shocked to see my purple vibrator. The one that hits my g-spot just right. I look at him, surprised at him bringing it out with us. Then it sinks in that he wants me to fuck myself while sat next to him. I've performed for him before, but with him watching me intently, watching every movement, every thrust, every moan, every tilt of my pelvis. This is different. This feels less intimate, less of a show and more a display of control.
"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to start the car until you've got that as deep inside you as it'll go. Although judging by how wet your slutty little cunt is, that should be possible with one thrust."
I moaned behind the gag, as I took a form grip of the base. I rubbed the tip over my clit a few times, surprised at how easily it glided between my lips. It was slick with wetness when he spoke again.
