We follow on with Diana's self exploration with her new toys from the Toy Store. Chapters 1 and 2 will reconnect later on but not necessary to read prior to this, but Chapter 3 sets the groundworks for Diana's next journey. As always, comments, especially constructive critisism, are always welcome. Thanks again to Educatedsub43 for their editing skills and initial feedback!
I hope you enjoy!
"May I have my phone." I whisper to Megan who hasn't turned on the vibes but has started the clit toy's rubbing.
"Let me keep it, and I'll take you home with me." She replies, sliding the phone across the counter so it's in front of me.
Having held off from having sex for so long, I've always imagined that my first time will be after a lovely romantic dinner. Yet here I am, in a bar's toilets having just orgasmed in front of a colleague, and am now considering letting her keep control over my toys and, through them, my mind. The liquid running down my leg confirms how much pleasure I had from just a few minutes under her control. The cost of that pleasure has been high though. I've humiliated myself, lost my underwear and phone, and the person controlling my demise is a colleague I'm still going to have to work with on Monday.
The image of her pussy flashes in my mind, her pale skin only making the pink flesh more enticing. I wonder if she has one of those one bar prisons from The Toy Store. Why stop at being a decoration in her future office if I could be one in her home too. An elegant sculpture in the living room, able to be released to serve the guests like an obedient maid. Or a sexy model in the bedroom, freed to be used like a toy or as a clean-up service.
Oh fuck, she's kissing me.
My eyes close as her soft lips gently press against mine. Her hand slides around my waist pulling me against her. As quickly as she had started it, she releases and steps back from me. I want to kiss her back, pin her to the counter and keep us there all night, uncaring about the world around us. But I'm not in control, of her or myself. The vibrations on my clit and in my cunt have started up again. My phone is no longer on the side. I smile nervously as Megan takes my hand, her other hand sliding my phone into her purse, joining my underwear. Tonight, I am hers. I don't need to think about anything other than her. Nor am I able to.
She pulls me along as we follow the young woman back through the crowd to the busy bar. The two men behind the bar are making drinks at an impressive speed, yet the swarm of people before them never shrinks. For once I'm happy the unobservant drunks are jostling and squeezing us as it gives me an excuse to be pressed up against Megan. She smiles at me knowingly, but says nothing.
Eventually we reach the front and Megan immediately joins the chorus of angry men demanding to be served next. We are the next group to get our order heard, much to the complaints of the men who were definitely before us. I am happy to have someone confident looking after me, she doesn't even ask me or the young woman what we want, just orders for us.
"Diana, give me your bra." Megan whispers in my ear as the barman makes our cocktails.
I am glad I have a bra that unhooks at the front as it makes it far easier to remove without taking off my shirt. I tell myself I wouldn't obey if I had to do that, but there is a little bit of doubt in the back of my mind that scares me. It takes a minute, but eventually I pull it out of my sleeve. I get whoops and applause from the clearly blue-balled group of men behind us. I hand it to Megan and a minute later receive a new, smaller bra. Our drinks appear before us before I can contemplate putting on this new bra.
Megan pulls me back through the crowd. We say hurried goodbyes to the young woman who has already donned my bra which doubles the size of the bulges in the dress and looks completely wrong. I doubt drunk men will notice the weird lines in her dress, but any woman will know she is wearing the wrong sized bra. Megan leads me back to our colleagues, the bra still in my hand.
"Took your time. And that isn't either of yours, is it?" One of the woman comments, spotting the bra in my hand.
"No, but someone managed to misplace theirs, so I got her a new one to put on." Megan smiles at them, pinching my ass as she says the last words.
I slide into the booth before attempting to put this ridiculous piece of fabric on. It takes me a minute to get my first arm in. The others continue their conversation but they're all watching me. They chuckle as I finally pull the bra through my sleeve and fit it as much as I can over my breasts. I don't even attempt to do the clip at the back. The vibe spikes while they're laughing, only increasing the redness in my face.
"What's that on your stomach Diana?" One of them asks as I fight to get my other arm sorted.
"Why don't you stand up and show them?" Megan asks me.
"Please no." I mumble.
"Would you like me to tell them instead?" Megan asks me, whispering in my ear as she leans in to help me with the bra.
"I don't want them to know." I whisper back before twisting so she can adjust the bra straps.
"It's just a fake tattoo." Megan says.
"Really, why?" Another woman asks me.
"Yeah, am thinking of getting a proper one but wanted to test out how I feel about it first." I quickly say, going along with Megan's lie.
"And?"
"I don't think it's for me. At least not on the stomach."
Luckily the conversation shifts and soon people are calling it a night. Megan and I head off together. There is a definite damp patch in my skirt, but I am too excited to care. I have waited so long to be intimate with another person. I want to dance and sing as we walk, hand in hand down the road. We grab a takeaway on our way but eventually we arrive at her place, and she leads me into her apartment.
"Fuck no." Megan exclaims as I go to open up the boxes. "You get food once you're finished eating. No way I'm letting a greasy mouth touch my lips."
