***A very special thank you to Ladybug for editing this for me****
When you come home you find me kneeling hands on my spread thighs, eyes cast downward wearing only a collar. You tell me I am a good girl. As you walk by, I know better than to move. You come back after your shower and put your finger under my chin and raise my head gently and say open. I do as I am told and you insert your cock in my mouth, and gently start fucking my mouth. As I get accustomed to your cock you pick up the pace and go deeper and deeper until you are fucking my throat making me gag. As I gag 1 last time you exploded down my throat making me take every drop before you let me get a breath. You tell me good job baby girl and hold your hand out.
As I take your hand and stand up. You tell me that we are going out to dinner. I walk in the bedroom to see you have laid out a simple knee length black skirt, white button up blouse, matching white panty, bra and garter belt set with black stocking and a pair of black fuck me heels. I get dressed, put my hair up in a high ponytail and do my make up light on everything except eyeshadow and red lipstick. When I come out of the bedroom you say maybe we should just have dinner here, and wink at me as we head out the door.
You are so gentlemanly and open the door to the car for me and help me in. As you drive we talk about our days. I ask where we're going, you tell me you know the way, don't worry. At that point it gets quiet. You know I don't like the unknown so after a few mins you tell me we are going to this new restaurant I had mentioned I wanted to try. This eases my nervousness.
We arrive at the restaurant and we head in. As we are walking in you tell me, oh by the way, we are meeting a few of your friends here, and I should behave. You feel my body tense and reassure me it's going to be fine. Just remember my manners. As we are seated with your friends you make introductions. They seem nice, but you can tell I am still on edge so you gently caress my leg and give me a reassuring squeeze to let me know you are right there and everything is OK.
As the night passes your friends engage me in conversation and include me like they have known me for all their lives. I get to hear stories of the silliness you guys did when you were young, and even some more embarrassing stories that I am sure you would rather I have not heard. As the night progresses I excuse myself to freshen up. As I am coming back I see you guys talking but I can not hear what is being said. As I approach you all stop talking like it was something I wasn't supposed to hear. This makes the butterflies in my tummy go into overdrive. As the night continues we all engage in friendly conversation but I still feel anxious no matter how kind and polite your friends are.
After dinner we all order a drink. You guys order gin and tonics. I choose a girly drink, a cosmopolitan. Since I only ate a salad and haven't drank in quite a while my drink starts to hit me hard. You can see the effect it is having on me as can you friends but not to the same degree. They see giggles and silliness while you see that as well as my hands wandering to your zipper. You try to move my hands back to my lap but they don't stay. You lean over and whisper in my ear in a harsh tone to cut it out or I will be sorry. I just giggle and do not take heed to your warning and continue to be silly and try to play.
You firmly put my hands back in my lap and tell me this is my last warning. I roll my eyes and say okkkkkkk. I see the look and know I have gone too far this time. I immediately feel my cheeks flush and know you are not happy with me or my behavior. Your friends notice my cheeks and ask me if I am ok. I say oh yeah just a strong drink and excuse myself to the ladies room to try to get myself together and presentable. When I return you ask me if I am ok. I tell you I am, but can't meet your eyes and sit back down to let you guys finish catching up.