This is my first story, please be kind! While it's not based on true events, I hope to make the fantasy a reality at some point. The D/s dynamic is gentle, loving but it's obvious who is in charge.
The elevator door closed. He reached under my skirt and pinched my pussy lips. Leaning his head close to my ear he growled, "Whose cunt is this?"
I shivered involuntarily, "Your cunt, Sir."
His hand moved to tap the bejeweled butt plug I was wearing. "And whose ass is this?"
"Your ass, Sir."
He moved his hand to the small of my back as the doors opened and guided me down the hall to the parking garage. He opened the car door for me and I, knowing the rules, lifted my skirt up to sit my bare ass on the cool leather seat.
"Take off your bra, I want to see those beautiful breasts."
I complied wordlessly, folding it and setting on the floor. His hands parted my legs, tracing ever so lightly across my pussy.
"Now, take out your phone and set your timer for an hour. Tonight at the party, every hour I want you to go to the bathroom and play with my pussy. You are to edge yourself and do not cum. I want you so hot and wet by the end of the night that you're begging for release."
He pinched my pussy lips and slid a finger up and down my slit, coating it with my juices. I wiggled, trying to increase the contact. He slapped my pussy. "You know better than that." He ordered me to spread my legs further and slapped it again. "I love spanking that pussy," he said with a small smile.
We arrived at the party shortly and were busy saying our hellos and catching up with our friends. In what seemed like no time at all, I felt my purse vibrate and headed to the bathroom. Making sure to lock the door, I leaned against the wall and greedily rubbed my clit. God, I loved being his slut. I could feel my nipples hardening as I fingered myself. I didn't want to stop but I was getting so close and I was determined to be a good girl tonight. I looked in the mirror and straightened myself up and washed my hands and then remembered to reset the timer for another hour.
He glanced over at me with a smile as I returned to his side. "Ah, there you are. We were just talking about our road trip plans. Rob just got back from Arizona."
We resumed the conversation and my lover's hand was kneading my ass. He sure did like to squeeze it covertly. I was never one for PDA but what was I going to do, argue?
I don't know how he did it -- maybe he had set his own timer, but he excused himself to the bathroom just before I felt the buzz of the timer going off again. I stood by the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. He opened the door pressing something into my hand, whispering to me, "I want you to wear this. Play with yourself but don't touch your clit."