Today you ordered me to wear my vibrating egg, a gift from you at Christmas. This morning was the first time it had gotten use since being opened, and you'd brought me to the edge several times, but hadn't allowed me to finish. You told me I would have to wear it all day, and at some point, you would let me cum. It could be at any point during my day, and I could expect to be brought to the edge many more times. I didn't have to ask permission, but I wasn't allowed to give indication it was happening.
The earthy fragrance of ground coffee hit me as I pulled open one of the double doors to my frequently visited coffee shop. The baristas knew me by name here and had my regular order ready by the time I made it to the counter.
"You're a little late," she said with a smile as I slid my card through the machine. "I almost thought we wasted the bagel."
"It's been an interesting morning." I blushed furiously, feeling naughty with my secret.
I surveyed the café as I put cream and sugar in my coffee, seeing that my normal secluded table in the corner was already taken. I preferred to do my writing there, where I could block out the people coming and going. The shop was busier than normal, but the barista was right. I was a little late and hadn't beaten the breakfast crowd.
There were three tables left in the center of the crowded floor, so I chose the smaller one next to the half wall that would at least block the door and limit my distractions. Once my laptop, notebook, and music were set up, I went to work.
An hour into my normally two-hour café writing session, I'd forgotten about the vibe until it went off. It was quick, but full force, and made me jerk with surprise. My still engorged clit pulsed at the brief sensation, and I sucked in a breath. My eyes darted around to see if anyone had noticed my reaction, but only the man at the next table was looking at me.