The food at the hotel restaurant was actually quite good, but somehow she could not really concentrate on the various tastes of her garden salad with chicken strips she had in front of her. In fact, she had eaten very little of it so far.
She simply could not indulge more into the food. She was distracted. For once, she wore a coat inside when certainly none was needed -- except to cover what was under it, which was only her favorite black corset. If the coat would be removed, her breasts with her pointy nipples would be totally exposed just above the corset. Also partially under the coat was her short black leather skirt, which also had nothing underneath. In fact, her naked exposed ass was touching the cushion of the seat.
Opposite from her sat the man that dared her to meet like this. She barely knew him. They only texted for a few weeks after meeting very briefly at a work related event. In fact, this was the first time they actually had a proper face to face conversation.
She accepted it willingly because of how he made her feel. He was determined, assertive, yet also interestingly funny. All was somewhat new to her and she was in a way more surprised about her reaction to him than about his personality. She never was so much affected by one single man, which was also shown by her behavior -- after all, she would normally not behave like this and simply agree to the demands of one man. He was different and she more and more realized that this is what she always yearned for but never dared to spell out.
And now here she was, in the middle of this new adventure. Or most likely just the beginning as she hoped there would be much more.
Another source of distraction was the new metal butt plug she had inside her ass. He had inserted into her only before they entered the restaurant, something that was not only a totally unexpected surprise, but also a major turn on that made her blush. She knew if she would look into the mirror right now, her face cheeks would be still red -- they have been since.
He explained to her that she could not remove the plug ... only he could do it. Also earlier he explained that he likes to have "his woman" wear a butt plug. It made so much sense now, because considering everything and how much power he had over her, she was his woman -- yes, that is how she felt like.
Their conversation has been surprisingly casual so far. It was hard to concentrate on it at first, but ultimately realizing that they could talk about normal things like their professional backgrounds and how they ended up going to the same event where they first meet, she calmed down a bit and could relax. Yes, he was in control over everything that happened this evening and would be for the weekend ahead, but at the same time he seemed like a friendly guy to talk to about a lot of topics. There was humor, there was intelligence -- he knew what he was doing. And it was good that he had this quality to make her feel relaxed like that, otherwise she would probably sit there until she could not take it anymore and end up running away. The glass of red wine that he ordered for her, also helped.
There was a slight change in the tone of his voice, something that even without understanding the words showed her that it was important to do what he wanted:
"Let me see if you followed my orders. Open your coat slightly and show me what is under it."
She gasped with a little of the wine that was left in her mouth from her last sip nearly getting spilled out from her mouth -- this was a big request. Yet, it was a request that instantly made her move and squirm on the seat. She hesitated with her reaction. What should she do? Simply follow his orders? It was a public space after all. They sat in a side booth and there were few other people around them, but if anyone would focus on her, he would not the only one to see her.
