The cool night air kisses my skin as we walk to the restaurant. I've been ordered to wear my quarter cup bra and a tiny thong under my short black dress. My legs have been shaved and are encased in stockings but I've stood firm and demanded I be allowed to wear my combat boot instead of heels; the cobbled streets are killer. My make-up is light enough to look sophisticated instead of slutty but the bruises on my neck and chest and the smell of you both on my skin makes it obvious that I'm far from a classy lady.
Inside, a server seats us at a small round booth and I slide in between the two of you. The booth is slightly raised and it's a good thing there is a long table cloth, otherwise I would be on display. Small talk is made and wine is ordered along with some form of appetizer; I can't focus on anything but the blood beating in my head and between my legs. I can feel your hand creeping up my thigh as Daddy feeds me a bite of something and gently kisses my lips. Suddenly your hand clamps down on my thigh, just above my stocking tops and hard enough to bruise; I gasp slightly.
"Remember your manners, slut", Daddy growls in my ear as you keep a grip on my leg. "You keep quiet in public." I nod and murmur a quiet apology as he kisses my neck and your hand moves up to pull my thong aside.
"Take it off," I can smell the wine on your breath as you whisper in my ear. While Daddy orders our food I pretend to be rummaging in my bag while I remove my thong and slide it into your hand. "Good girl," you growl. Dinner passes in a haze of wine and sexual tension as you both take turns rubbing my soaking cunt under the table. As you pay the bill, I reach my hands under the table to stroke both of you, both hard under your trousers. I bite my lip and smile innocently as we all don our coats and exit into the night.
I lead you back to mine, taking a short cut down a darkened ally way. Glancing around to check that we're alone, I flip up the back of my skirt and sway my bare ass as I walk, looking over my shoulder see your expressions darken and hungry looks appear in your eyes. When we reach my door, I let us in and go to remove my shoes and coat but find my arms pinned behind me by Daddy as your hand dashes across my face. Ears ringing I manage to look up at you as you grip my chin, "Fucking tease," you snarl. Daddy releases his grip on my arms and pulls off my coat.
"I'm sorry, I just thought it was fun," I beg. Daddy grips my chin and forces me to look at him you remove your coat and shoes.
"How do you address him, slut?" he asks.
"I'm sorry, Sir!" I gasp at you as you nod.
"Daddy," he points to himself. "Sir," he points to you. "You will address us as such."
"Yes, Daddy," I whisper, trying to hide the smile in my voice. This scene is everything proving to be everything I dreamed and more. He releases me fully and allows me to take off my shoes before I'm led over to you. A blindfold goes on and my dress and bra are removed and I'm left only in stockings. You fold my arms behind my back and bind them, adding a tight chest harness. Suddenly a hand grips my soaking cunt in a vice grip.
"You act like a slut and you get treated like a slut," Daddy growls into my ear. I feel a straw thrust into my mouth. "Drink, slut...all of it," I whimper, but it's only water and I drink down the entire glass as someone bites my ear.
I'm pushed face down into the bed and I can hear the swish of a cane. Flinching, I try to turn my head to the side but my face is forced back down.
