Joanna bustles into the living room, rummaging in her tiny handbag to make sure she has everything. "Ok Ivan, I'm finally ready. What do you think?" she says to the blonde hunk in a dinner jacket who's lounging on the couch, looking bored. Joanna twirls slowly, showing off the long, slinky black dress she's chosen to wear to this evening's black tie function at the museum. It has a split up one leg, and is cut low at the front, showing a hint of delectable cleavage. Unusually for her Joanna is wearing make-up, which is the main reason it took her this long to get ready.
Ivan looks up approvingly, his blue eyes gleaming. "You look good, sweetcheeks, but I have a little present I want to give you for tonight." He gets up, holding something in his hand. "You are to wear it at all times and not take it off unless I give you permission, is that understood?" Joanna looks up and nods. She knows this isn't some regular 'present'. Ivan opens his hand: in it lies a small butterfly-shaped device and a tiny remote control. He lifts up Joanna's dress and slips his hand in her lacy underwear. He places the device between her legs, making sure it's in the correct position. As Ivan steps back he flicks a switch on the remote. Joanna jumps as she feels an unexpected vibration rubbing her clit. Ivan smiles cockily "I want you on your toes tonight, so I will be using this remote from time to time." He helps Joanna into her coat, and holds open the door when they leave.
There's a fairly large crowd at the museum, which is where the Annual Corporate Awards are being held this year. It's a pretty boring occasion, but Joanna got picked to be one of the representatives of her company that year. They are up for awards in almost all categories and there's plenty of wine so the atmosphere at the table is good. Joanna catches Ivan's eye across the table several times, but he hasn't used the remote yet. Joanna turns to speak to the CEO. As they chat she suddenly feels the vibrations start. She takes a sharp breath, then starts shifting in her seat as the effects begin to be felt. Ivan can hear her stumble over her words several times as her attention is distracted by the insistent stimulation of her clit. He keeps the pressure up for a few minutes, then switches it off.
Everybody gets up after the starter to mingle. Ivan sees Joanna chatting animatedly to a client on the other side of the room. "I'd better remind her which man she belongs to." he thinks, feeling in his pocket for the remote. He doesn't see her jump, but as he bumps up the speed a bit he can see a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her hand goes to her throat and she seems to be listening more than speaking. Suddenly she excuses herself from the conversation, moving over to the balustrade. Joanna grips it with both hands - there are darts of electricity shooting through her body, starting at her clit, but she mustn't show anything on her face. Her knuckles turn whiter and her blush deepens as the tension builds to almost unbearable levels - she's afraid she's going to cum right there, in front of all her colleagues. Suddenly the vibrations cease, and people start heading back to the table for the main course. Joanna sits down again, and Ivan can see she is still flushed and breathing slightly more deeply than usual, her breasts pushing against the fabric of the dress. He grins, imagining her wet pussy throbbing, and none of the people beside her realising it. He flicks the switch for short bursts during the main course, enjoying the control he has over this woman.
