I was wearing a little black dress that night -- shorter than I normally would wear and under strict instructions from you not to wear any underwear. I was feeling uneasy as I left the house, my nipples scratching against the material, clearly showing to anyone who would care to look. My labia were completely exposed to the evening air, newly shaved and still puffy and tender. My clit was already throbbing uncontrollably as I walked down into town, half shivering with the anticipation of things to come. At that point I wasn't all that sure I was going to make it that far. The fear, always the fear, and just underneath: the excitement. It would have been easy to go with the fear, to turn around, to go back home. In the past I would have, but things were different with you.
Oh, lover, you always push my boundaries, don't you? You knew how much I love to dance so you had suggested that we went out clubbing. But your motives weren't all about being kind to me. Yes, that's always there with you, but then the polar opposite is never far. I know how much you love to see me out of my comfort zone, the way my discomfort clashes with my oversexed libido amuses you greatly. Luckily for you, I also love being out of my comfort zone. So in the end we had agreed that you would set me challenges for the evening and, depending on my performance, would reward me or punish me in some way. I smile as I write this, because with you I cannot always tell the difference between reward and punishment.
We met in a restaurant, but I really felt much too nervous to eat much. You wouldn't let me drink because you thought that would dampen my senses and allow me too easy a get out. You wanted me to be alert, fully able to take in every ounce of experience. We sat opposite each other, trying to make polite conversation, but I was failing. Your physical presence in such a public space was driving me crazy; all I could think of was how much I wanted to fuck you. In my paranoid state of mind, I couldn't help but think that this had to be written all over my face. I let my eyes wander around the restaurant, half expecting to see somebody I knew and who might wonder what I was doing here with a stranger. I was aware how jumpy and flushed I must be looking. Then dinner was over -- I barely knew how it happened, I was in a daze, feeling vaguely nauseous with fear and excitement. Of course you had tried your best to put me at ease, you always do, but I knew you too well now. I could see through the polite charm, I knew from experience what you were capable of and I feared what you might be planning.
Your hand reached across the table to me to pass me a small gift box. My heart did a little leap of happiness and surprise. You had never given me a gift before and I had never expected anything. I felt quite moved and just for a moment I managed to relax and forget all about rewards or punishments. I started to unwrap the delicate pink silk paper and opened the lid of the expensive looking box. I felt the colour drain from my face and hastily replaced the lid, as the waiter approached the table to collect our glasses. A move of your head pointed me towards the Ladies and I knew exactly what you wanted me to do. I was feeling shaky as I got up and made my way across the restaurant floor. Once inside the cubicle I had to steady myself against the door.
What the hell was I doing here? I must be mad!
But it was compelling. It was far too exciting to stop. The sleek black two-ended dildo slid into my pussy and arse easily, a strategically placed bulbous swelling at the base of each stem keeping it cleverly in place. I smoothed my dress down and tried to walk but could barely stay on my heels for the first minute. The discomfort was intense. Whilst the dildos weren't even too wide, the double penetration filled me up entirely. I gingerly left the cubicle, holding on to walls and doors as I went, coming to stand safely in front of the wash basin. I tried to cool my face down by splashing cold water on my cheeks, but bending over forward shifted the position of the dildos. I clenched my teeth with the sensation. In spite of myself, my body was already warming to the intrusions and arousal was starting to mingle with the discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes welled up with tears. I felt like a sexed up mess.
I made my way back to you, imagining that people were staring at my smudged, flushed face and clumsy gait. But I wasn't going to give you the satisfaction. I didn't want you to see quite how much power you had over me. I made a deliberate effort to straighten up and I walked over to you to meet the glint in your eye with some defiance. You raised your eyebrows in a questioning way. I nodded as if to say, yes, I did as you told me.
We left the restaurant and walked down the street to a trendy night club. It was a Saturday night on the town and the streets were heaving with people. I knew exactly that many of the students I taught during the week must be out and about tonight. My instinct was to look down on the ground to avoid meeting people's eyes, but your hand exerted its subtle but firm pressure on the back of my neck. I leant into the welcome pressure and dared to raise my head. This change in posture thrust out my breasts and shifted the position of the twin dildos inside yet again. When a small moan escaped from my lips, you tightened the grip around my neck. I was struggling with my composure, I just wanted to press myself into you now, give up on this game and have you take me hard, but I knew that you were controlling this to build my arousal, so it would take me higher and higher still. So I held on to you hard and managed to regain my command of myself.
When we entered the club. it was already hot and busy, dance music pulsing. The beat was pulsating in my belly. I was grateful for the music then, glad I could finally move, disperse some of the unbearable tension. We moved deep into the crowd, bodies writhing everywhere, a mass of tits and bums and crotches, all riding the beat. I started rocking my body to the music, sending the dildos moving to and fro. But I didn't care now, I was starting to become wide and loose, breathing rapidly, flying high on the beat, practically fucking myself, eyes closed, nearing ecstasy. Suddenly your hand slid under my dress, grabbed the end of the double dildo and started fucking me in earnest. My body was bucking now. Luckily I was being held upright by the heaving mass of people. I leant against you, gyrating my hips so every move met one of your thrusts. As my arse collided with your crotch, I could feel your hardness there, giving me a moment's joy that you were not impassive to it all whilst I was suffering this sweet torment. That thought turned me on even more and I doubled my efforts. I was working hard now, getting so close to orgasm, face flushed, body moving wildly and joyously, when suddenly the dildos were wrenched from my dripping holes.
I gasped at the emptiness and stared at you in disbelief, as you let the dildos disappear into my handbag. I felt angry now and actually wanted to slap your face in the heat of the moment. You must have read my expression and held me close, trapping my arms. You whispered in my ear.
"Come on, baby, trust me."
You took me by the shoulder and led me to a quieter corner of the club. You took your place just behind me, so you could purr your subversive words right into my ear.
"Are you ready for your next set of instructions?"
My stomach felt queasy with fear at that question, but as ever your voice had a direct line to my clit. As you were talking to me, you peeled my skirt upwards, exposing my naked arse and pressing it against your crotch. Unsurprisingly, you were still hard. I knew nobody would be able to see, but I still felt exposed, adding both to my excitement, as well as my discomfort.
"Eva!"
"Yes, sorry, I'm listening. Yes, I'm ready."
"Take a look around and tell me which of the guys you see you find the most attractive."
I knew that this is a trick question and I considered lying to you, but I was pretty sure you'd know. I let my gaze wander. Lots of lovely guys, mostly too young, attractive sure, but not quite interesting enough to really turn me on. Then my eyes made contact. Wow, he was lovely! Chopped dark hair, broad shoulders and a gorgeous pair of arms with some very sexy tribal tattoos. I kept holding his gaze, knowing I must look very slutty right now. I was completely aware of that wanton look that I can have.
"Have you chosen?"
"Yes, that guy straight ahead."
"Ah, well done. So, I'll tell you what you will do. You are going to go straight up to him and you are going to tell him what a bad slut you are. Then you will ask him whether he will fuck your arse. Is that understood?
I wanted to spin around to stare at your face, but then remembered my naked behind. I brushed my skirt down, so I could move away from you, but you held me by the tops of my arms.
"Is that understood, Eva?"
You held me even tighter. You were hurting me now.
"IS that understood?"
I could not get away. I didn't really want to get away. My mind was battling itself now. Only the pain in my arms seemed to be making any sense.
