Jennifer went to the other room came back with one of the bags. David was still sitting on the sofa, but he'd removed his pants and underwear.
"Put down the bag. Bring the pillow here and kneel down," David said, pointing at the floor in front of him. Jennifer pushed the pillow forward, then knelt between his knees, her body just inches from his.
"I want you to start here," David said, touching the inside of his right knee, "and kiss your way all the way up."
She pressed her lips against his skin, thrilled that their bodies were finally making contact. She moved slowly up his leg until her mouth was just inches from his sack. He pointed to his other leg and she moved her lips to his left knee. He watched her moving slowly, knew that she was wrestling with the combination of frustration and excitement. When she got to the same spot on his left leg, he told her to straighten up. His finger flicked the controller and the vibrator switched to high.
"Cum for me."
It took her less than two minutes.
"Pull the dress on," David said, switching off the vibrator. Jennifer got to her feet and picked up her dress, pulling it over her head, straightening out the lines.
David phoned a taxi and told her to put on her shoes. They waited outside until the taxi arrived, then told the driver to take them to downtown Chicago for dinner. The driver said it would be a 20 minute ride and David smiled. He turned the vibrator on and left it on the whole time, his hand lightly stroking the inside of Jennifer's thigh, sliding up and down her leg. He didn't let her cum until the driver had pulled up outside the restaurant. Jennifer knew he was watching in the mirror but didn't care. She came for nearly a full minute, pressing her legs hard against the back of the passenger seat.
She came twice during dinner, once before the main course, once before dessert. People were looking but nobody said anything. Jennifer did her best to keep up her end of the conversation, but always froze mid-sentence when she was going over the edge.
David left the vibrator off all the way home, not turning it back on until she was back in the house. Jennifer leaned against him and staggered into the front room.
"Come here, lean against the table," David told her, positioning her with her bottom resting on the little side table in the front room. He nudged her feet further apart, then pulled her top down, exposing both breasts. He went into the front room and returned with his camera. She shook her head but didn't say anything. He could tell she was getting close to cumming and raised the camera. He snapped pictures of her from different angles, only stopping after she'd cum again. He turned off the vibrator and gave her a minute to catch her breath.
"Get the clothespins and the rope. And those new shoes you wanted to show off."
Jennifer went into bedroom and came back carrying her things.
"I found the clothespins, they were in that plastic box. And you're going to love the shoes. They're gold and glittery and I bought them..."
"Stop talking. Pull your skirt up around your waist and stand still with your legs open."
David sat in a chair in front of from her and just stared into her eyes. She looked way and he snapped his fingers. She looked at him, then looked away in shame.
"Keep your legs open so you can feel your pussy. Look me in the eye."
"Yes, David, I..."
"And no talking."
He knew how hard it was for her to be quiet. That was something common to all of the women he'd known. They laughed when they were nervous, giggled and talked. Talking was a way to normalize things. He would keep letting her talk, but only for so long. It wouldn't do to insist on complete silence yet, it was too early for that. He found it was much more effective to let them speak a bit - to let them maintain the illusion of a little control over what was happening. It made the submission so much more completely when they were finally told to stay silent.
"All right. Put on the shoes."
Jennifer scrambled to put them on, so thankful to be doing something. Staring into his eyes had unnerved her. It was the first time it occurred to her that he wasn't going to give her much wiggle room. He was the David she'd known from his stories; from the Circle days.
"Stand here," he told her, pushing her back against the table again. He turned on the vibrator and she jumped. For the next fifteen minutes, he moved her from one position to another, alternating between covering up and exposing different parts of her body. He's push a finger into her or tease her nipples as he adjusted her clothes. Whenever she was close to cumming, he would distract her by changing her position again. By the time he finished, she was on edge and soaking wet.
"You want to cum badly, don't you?"
