Many thanks to ViWriter for helping me edit this story.
It's not required to read parts one and two first, but this story assumes you have, so some things may be confusing if you haven't. The most important information to know is that Julia is wearing a remote-controlled vibrating clit ring that can detect how close she is to orgasm and tease her accordingly.
Contains: bondage, exhibitionism, orgasm control/denial, dominant/submissive, a bit of humiliation, and some mild breathplay.
"Oh my God," Julia said, her hands going to her mouth.
"Hey, Jules," Kelly murmured, offering her the bouquet of red roses. Julia accepted them after a pause, her astonishment fading into a wide smile as she inhaled the sweet scent. She took a moment to enjoy the lovely flowers before lifting her eyes to Kelly. Her wife was dressed in a well-tailored black suit that showed off her tall, slim form, a small smirk on her lips at Julia's surprise. Kelly was all sharp features and lean physique to Julia's more rounded face and comfortably curvy figure, and she looked just as good in a tux as a dress. In the few black-tie events that Julia had been invited to as Kelly's plus one, her wife always wore a suit to counterpart her flowing dresses and displayed her wedding ring prominently, keeping her arm around Julia's waist or shoulders and pulling her into kisses whenever it was even slightly acceptable. Two women just walking around together might be mistaken for friends, and Julia got so wonderfully shivery at the dominant show of
mine
that Kelly put on to let everyone know what the score was. Although the formalwear brought back good memories, she felt positively underdressed compared to her wife, standing in the doorway just wearing her normal office clothes.
"I wasn't expecting the..." Julia waved a hand at Kelly's outfit. "But God, it's sexy." Her wife looked
good
in a suit, and after the day of frustrating teasing Julia just wanted to push her down the hall and into bed. She stepped forward, pressing up against Kelly's chest and going onto her toes for a kiss, then sniffed as she pulled back, smelling more than just the roses and her wife's cologne. "Is that chicken?"
Kelly smiled. "Close your eyes. No peeking." Julia obeyed and felt her wife's hands rest on her shoulders, gently guiding her forwards. The smell of food and sweet cinnamon grew stronger as she was walked to the kitchen table, then she heard a chair being pulled out as she was directed to sit. She carefully settled into it as another dragging squeak suggested Kelly seating herself, and there was a faint metal noise. "Okay, you can open them."
Julia opened her eyes and found herself at a fully-laid table. Their best silverware and plates were already set out, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Candles dotted the room, providing a soft luminance and filling the air with a delicious spicy scent. Kelly smiled at her from the other side of the table, holding up the lid of a covered dish to reveal a steaming plate of sliced chicken to go with a large bowl of salad.
"This is amazing. Thank you." Julia grinned, her eyes sparkling. Kelly knew all her favorites, and even if her wife wasn't the best cook she was incredibly sweet to do all this.
"I'm glad you like it." Kelly's smile turned into a smirk, and Julia felt the toe of her wife's shoe against her leg as it teased up to the edge of her skirt. Her arousal, briefly forgotten in the reveal of dinner, immediately flared back up. Her wife was very thoughtful in other ways, too. If she had gone to this much trouble in the kitchen, Julia could guarantee she went to just as much if not more trouble in the bedroom. The thought made her shiver with a frisson of excitement, goosebumps raising on her skin.
Kelly served out the food and chatted with her as they ate, perfectly normal except for the gleam in her eyes as she played footsie with her denied wife. She slipped her shoe off at some point to better tease Julia and casually set her phone on the table, letting her see the upside-down controls of the app that had so wonderfully tortured her from all over the world. Julia inhaled sharply when the vibrations suddenly started up again, glad that she was almost finished eating. The food was delicious, albeit simple, and she wanted to enjoy the rare occasion of tasting her wife's cooking. That proved extremely difficult when Kelly scooted forward to rub her foot against Julia's damp panties, making her groan into a bite of chicken. She scraped the last few scraps of lettuce off her plate and downed her wine, flushed and breathing harder. Kelly grinned.
"You seem to be in a hurry."
"I- I've been waiting all day." Julia wiped at her mouth with her napkin and pushed out her chair, about to stand up.
"Ah, ah, ah." Kelly said amusedly, holding up a finger and leaning in on her elbows. "You've been waiting all day, and you'll
keep
waiting until I say."
Julia wavered, then sat back against her chair, a tiny frustrated noise escaping her. She loved it when her wife ordered her around, but all she could think about were the minutes of the evening slipping past that could instead be used by Kelly's fingers, or Kelly's mouth, or Kelly's strap-on to turn her into an orgasmic puddle on the bed...
"Patience." Kelly reached across the table to take Julia's hand. "I've got something special planned, but don't think I won't deny you just because I'm being romantic." Julia's eyes widened, and Kelly grinned. "I want you to be good for me. Okay, babe?"
Julia nodded, shivering with submissive excitement.
Kelly waited just long enough to establish her dominance before standing up and walking around the table to Julia's side, offering her hand. She took it and stood, allowing her wife to lead her down the hall. The door to their bedroom was closed, and Kelly ushered her inside before shutting it behind her. Julia looked around, confused. Almost every chair in their apartment was in here, including the folding ones they used when they had guests, all arranged facing towards the large bed. Kelly pressed up against her back, arms sliding around her waist as she murmured in her ear.
"I told you I had something special. I'm going to fulfill one of your fantasies."
Julia tensed with realization even as she trembled with arousal, her hands coming up to her wife's arms. "K-Kelly-"
"Shh..." Kelly kissed her earlobe, tightening her arms around Julia. "Do you trust me, Jules?"
"Y-Yes, of course, but..."
"Say it for me."
"I..." Julia took a deep, shaky breath, and let it out in a heavy exhale. "I trust you."
"Good." Kelly gently rubbed her stomach, pressing a kiss into the side of her head. "I promise you, nothing bad will happen. I know your limits." She turned Julia around, meeting her lips in a sweet, reassuring kiss. And another. And another, this time not so much soothing her anxiety as stoking the burning need between her legs. Kelly's fingers pulled at the buttons of Julia's blouse as soft noises escaped from between their lips, Julia submitting to her wife's tongue when it pushed into her mouth. Her top was pulled down her arms and tossed away, and Kelly's hands slipped down to her waist, tugging at the zipper of her skirt until it piled around her ankles.
Julia allowed her wife to lead her to the bed between fierce kisses, her heart pounding, wondering what Kelly could possibly be planning. She trusted her wife, totally and absolutely, but she couldn't stop the nervousness from building inside her as Kelly guided her to lay down, breaking away from her lips. She reached behind Julia to unclasp her bra and moved to tug her damp panties down her legs, exposing her slick folds and swollen clit to the cool air. One of her guesses for what the night might hold was proven right when Kelly pulled up a padded cuff from under the corner of the bed where it attached to the leg, gently bringing her wrist up to it and fastening the strap to leave her arm bound. Her breathing grew shallow as Kelly restrained her, stretching out her limbs one by one until she was spread-eagle on the center of the mattress, naked, soaked, and truly helpless.
"Do they feel alright?" Kelly murmured, kneeling at her side, and Julia nodded, biting her lip. The cuffs were comfortable even when she tugged at them, not tight enough to be painful but nowhere near loose enough for her to slip free. Kelly shifted off the bed for a moment to step over to the closet and returned carrying a heavy cloth blindfold. She placed it over Julia's eyes, carefully securing it around her head. "Can you see anything?"
"No," Julia mumbled, her world completely dark. She wriggled a little, rubbing the back of her head against the bed to see if she could shift the cloth, and found that she was staying blind until her wife decided otherwise.
"Alright." Kelly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Julia's lips. "Remember, just trust me. This is your
fantasy.
"
Kelly's weight on the bed shifted away, and Julia heard the bedroom door open and close. Then, more faintly, the front door opening for a longer time before closing. Her heart slammed in her chest, her palms slick against her fingers as she curled her hands into fists.
The door opened again, and she heard what was unmistakably the sound of people shuffling in. She tensed on the bed and lifted up her head, furious humiliation rising to heat her whole face. She fought the cuffs uselessly, her chest tight, knowing she was completely exposed and dripping wet. She wanted to scream, but there was something about the quality of the noise that didn't seem quite right and she suddenly remembered Kelly's words.
This is my fantasy. Just my fantasy. Oh God, but it feels so real.
Kelly came back, clambering onto the bed to kneel between her legs, and there was a creak of chairs and rustle of clothing as everyone sat down. Julia shivered as Kelly rubbed a hand over her stomach, tense and needy, mortified even though she guessed the truth. It was impossible not to imagine those seats filled with people, their expectant, hungry eyes watching her tremble under Kelly's touch as wetness drooled down from her lower lips. The ring began to vibrate in a slow, teasing pattern, just stimulating her enough to be frustrating.
