I love getting dressed up and going out to dinner with Master. We have always laughed at stories we have read about Master's and subs going to dinner and the sub always talking about how their Master's have played with them under the table or when they have been forced to use an anal plug or a whole host of other humiliating activities. The truth is, we know how the majority of those things we have read have been just that, stories, fantasies to tease and tantalite the reader. Although we also know that sometimes those things do happen, after all, we have played in the car a time or two ourselves, but never out in public. Master is a gentleman and He prefers to treat me as a lady in public. As the old saying goes, 'a lady on His arm, a whore in His bed." This is not to say that He might bend to whisper something wicked in my ear that might make me blush and get the juices flowing for later, something He has a particularly wicked knack in doing. And then there may come a time when public play may change, just as it did on the night I am about to share with you.
I love how He has this uncanny and almost artistic way of making me go weak in the knees throughout the day, no matter where I might be. It can come in the form of a quick phone call, a text message or a newly assigned task before I leave home for the day. Like on days when I am at home all day, I am to insert the dildo closest to His size, put my panties back on, prepare and eat lunch. He says this is having lunch with Him when He is not here.
Anyway, back to going out to dinner. One evening I was told to dress nicely and lay out a nice casual outfit for Him and we went out to dinner. Half way through dinner, Master leaned towards me and told me to listen carefully of a dream He had had the night before. He began to whisper in my ear the most delicious tale that had me squirming within minutes. A carefully placed hand on my thigh served as my only warning to sit still and stop fidgeting.
He Whispered:
"Little one, I was dreaming last night about having you up against the wall at home. Your back was hard pressed against it, your legs spread so I might explore all that I own. The palms of your hands laid open and flat against the surface. My fingers ran over your body, pinching, twisting, teasing those lovely little pink nipples until they were as hard as little diamonds. You know how much I love seeing how hard they get, then taking them into My mouth and sucking on them just enough to make you whimper for Me. Watching them swell and you shiver as I pull My face away just enough to blow across them and see the goose bumps spread over your entire body.
With you against that wall little one, I won't need any toys, no clips or chains or rope. All I need to take that body that I own and turn it into a shivering mass of pleasure is My hands, fingers and tongue."
We sat there at the table in the restaurant, His hand laying on my thigh, His fingers firmly pressing to ensure I sat still. I could feel the dampness gathering in my pussy, my nipples were growing hard. And I heard Master chuckle.
"Little one?"
"Yes, Sir?" I whispered back.
"You really do need to breathe, love, or soon you will turn blue."
Had I been holding my breath? I giggled softly and looked into His twinkling eyes. These little intimate moments between us, are some of our best.
"Now, where was I." He started again. "Ah, yes, My fingers. Mmm, My little one, just think about it. Your feet wide apart standing against that wall. Your pussy getting so wet. My fingers trailing down between your breasts, moving lightly over your skin so slow it makes you shiver. Feel those fingers now inside your mind, pet, feel them as they glide over your mound and then those two fingers parting that wet slit of yours and plunging deep and fast inside, and then lifting."
I listened to Him whispering so intimately into my ear, my breathing, now that I remembered to, grew heavier. My heart began to race as His words painted a picture in my head. I swallowed and try to hold back the slightest of moans, but it still emanated from me just loud enough for Master to catch.
"Yes, little one, I can see you have the picture in your mind. Good girl. Now continue to listen and let that feeling build for Me."
I took a sip of water, my eyes darting quickly to the tables near us. No one was noticing us, they were all talking to their own dinner partners, laughing and enjoying themselves. I gave a fleeting look into His eyes again and felt Him drum two of His fingers against my thigh, a silent reminder of the two inside my pussy from the tale He whispered deliciously into my ear.
"Those two fingers, pet." I felt Him drum them again against my leg. "Wiggling away so deep, lifting you upwards, lifting until you are up on your toes. Mmm, I am getting hard just thinking about it all. Your ass tight against the wall, up on your toes, I bet your knees would just about give out. I can almost feel you begin to buckle and want to slide down that wall, but you won't be able to with those fingers in your cunt holding you there. My other hand just might have to raise up and squeeze that beautiful neck of yours to help you out a little more."
I felt my face growing hot as the blush from His words rushed to color my cheeks under my makeup. I swallowed several times and blinked rapidly trying desperately to keep myself composed. Master chuckled again as He moved away His hand and picked His fork back up to continue eating.
"Eat, little one, you're going to need it for strength tonight."
I picked up my fork and tried to finish my dinner, I managed a few more bites but the words He had whispered were swirling around in my head. Master had finished His dinner and ordered desert, feeding me a few bites while we made small talk, mainly He made small talk, that mental picture He had painted had very vivid colors running together in my thoughts causing me not to trust my own voice to speak too much.
He paid the check and left a generous tip and we got up to leave. "Little one, before we leave, I think you need to go to the ladies room and go potty." He said close to my ear as He squeezed my hand, after a soft kiss to my temple He whispered softly, "and remove those soaked panties and place them in your purse."
I went into the restroom, closed and latched the stall door, and I removed the white lacey French cut panties from under my skirt, I folded them and carefully placed them in my purse. I used the bathroom, and washed my hands and checked my makeup before rejoining Him at the exit.
"Done as told, pet?"
"Yes, Sir, done as told." I said with a slight blush to my cheeks, and patting the side of my purse to indicate the underwear safely tucked away inside..
Stepping outside I felt the breeze snaking it's way up my skirt and it instantly felt cool to my damp warm and now bare pussy, it made me shiver, Master placed His arm around my shoulders.
I looked up into His eyes as we waited to cross the street to where He had parked the car, "Pet, our evening out is not over just yet. I made plans to go somewhere tonight. But I don't want you to think I have forgotten that your pussy is wanting and most liking beginning to drip, as we both know what a little slut you are."
The small sudden intake of air I took made an almost gasping sound as I heard the words, 'little slut,' and the thought of being without panties hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Master?" I asked softly.
"Yes, pet, what is it?"
"If we are, uhh, going out again tonight somewhere else...why did You..." my voice trailed off as another couple walked up and was also waiting to cross with the light.
Master leaned closer and whispered, "Why did I have you remove your soaked panties?"
I nodded yes and felt the warmth raising once again to blush my cheeks.
"Simple, little one, because I can." He said as He kissed my cheek and took my hand as the light changed and we crossed the street to the parking lot.
Once we were in the car, Master turned and said, "Open."
I opened my legs for Him to run His fingers back and forth over the wet lips of my pussy. His touch felt so good and I wanted so much to just go home and feel Him in other ways and to please Him. But Master wanted to go out, and what Master wants, Master gets.
After teasing me and getting me near to breathless with want, He stopped and turned the key in the ignition.
Pulling away from the parking lot, Master began to talk.
"Pet, we are going to a local place, a bar actually. But it has a poolroom towards the back. For the most part it is private, but there may be a few who like to watch players shoot a little pool."
Already my skin was developing a tingling sensation, my heart was pounding. He wanted to play pool, but I had no panties on anymore and my skirt was not all that long, I knew that if I played and would have to bend over to make a shot, anyone in that back room would get a good peak at my shaved and wet pussy.
