Diners Dressing Rooms and Doms

"Touch yourself for me."

I can hear his voice so clearly in my head, it sounds like he's standing right beside me. I turn but he's not there, just the four walls of the dressing room. The bench is piled with the creamy laces and colorful silks and satins of the lingerie I've been trying on. There's a small shelf, just big enough to hold my wallet and my phone. My clothes, hanging on the hooks on the wall, are reflected in the mirrors.

The mirrors also reflect my body, clad now in a deep crimson negligee, the chiffon so diaphanous and sheer, it seems to float around me. So sheer that I can see my nipples and the shadow at the apex of my thighs.

"Mmmmm."

His murmurs of appreciation may only be imagined but I can definitely sense his approval. I twirl a bit in the mirror causing the fabric to brush deliciously against my tightening nipples. I feel so sexy in this outfit.

"I said, 'Touch yourself.' Now."

His voice is still at the same quiet level, but the intensity has definitely increased. I no longer hear a request, but a command. I shiver and whisper a quiet "yes, sir" and slide my fingers over my breasts.

"Yes. That's my good girl."

I hold my breasts in my cupped hands and slide my thumbs back and forth across the nipples. It's quiet in the small room, so quiet I can hear the faint rustle of the fabric as it caresses my skin. I watch myself in the mirror, lost in my reflection, seeing what he sees as he watches me touch my body until the sound of the store's loudspeaker jerks me back to reality. I drop my hands and turn away from the mirror.

"Put your hands back."

"But," I whisper, "there are people out there."

"Hush." That's all he says, but his tone is commanding and I replace my hands on my breasts.

"Face the mirror. Watch yourself." I turn and watch myself in the glass as my fingers lightly stroke my breasts. I rub my nipples with my fingertips through the translucent fabric. I reach for the silken bow that holds the negligee closed but hesitate before I pull the ends of the deep red ribbon.

"You may." His voice gives me permission and I tug the ends of the ribbon and the bow unfastens, falling open to reveal the curve of my breasts.

"Play with your nipples. Make them hard for me." I obey the command, my fingers lightly caressing my nipples. I flick my fingernails across the rosy tips and they tighten into taut little buds. I pull them and roll them between my fingers and thumb. A whimper escapes my mouth and I immediately press my lips together to muffle the sound.

"No. Let me hear you."

"But..."

"Hush!" His voice is barely above a whisper, but the command is quite evident. "Do you feel safe with me?"

I nod my assent and murmur "yes", all the while continuing to play with my nipples.

"I'll keep you safe. Touch yourself. When your nipples are hard enough, put on your nipple rings. You did bring them, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," I reply and do as he wishes, playing with my nipples until they're stiff enough for me to put on the nipple rings. I turn away from the mirror, open the clasp on the wallet and take out the shiny silver baubles.

I pry apart the wires and put them on my nipples. I gasp as the rings seat themselves on my nipples. It hurts, but it feels so good, too.

"Good girl."

His words and his voice, low and raspy in my ears, makes me shiver. I cup my breasts in my hands, thumbs brushing my taut nipples. I look in the mirror. They are tight and hard, the color deepening with each stroke.

"Pinch them."

I do as I am told. Thumb and finger around each swollen bud, I lightly pinch my nipples.

"Harder."

I pinch harder and a wave of pain, or is that pleasure, sweeps over me. I bite my lip and close my eyes as the sensation builds.

"Too hard?" his voice asks.

"No," I shake my head. "It's okay. It hurts, but in a good way." I continue to do as I am told.

"Does the bench move? Pull it over until it's in front of the mirror and sit."

The colorful things I've been trying on tumble off in a puddle of jewel tones. I slide the bench over and sit down, the deep red negligee floating around me. The silk feels cool against my bare thighs.

"Spread your legs."

I do but it's not enough for him.

"Wide. I want to see that pretty little pussy."

I do as I am told. Hard pink nipples made even more so by silvery rings, a triangle of wispy curls and my pussy, all very visible in the dressing room mirror. I want to pull the edges of the robe closed, to hide myself from view, but I know he will disapprove so I leave them alone. Oh, but I want to. I feel very exposed.

"Have you opened your Valentine's Day present?"

"No, not yet," I answered, "I wanted to wait until --"

A chipper voice came over the loudspeaker. "Attention, shoppers. Our store will be closing in ten minutes. Please complete your shopping and have a happy Valentine's Day!"

"Open it now," he ordered and I reached over and dug through the pile of discarded clothes until I found my coat and the small package stashed in one of the pockets. I parted the froth of pink and red tissue paper concealing the contents. I shook the gift bag until the box, about the size of a deck of cards fell into my palm. I opened the flap on one end of the box, tilted it and a wearable vibe tumbled from it.

"It's already charged. Put it on."

"Now?" I squeaked, my voice a full octave higher than it usually was.

"Yes, now, and hurry. The store is about ready to close and you still have some things to buy for tonight."

I did as I was told. The silicone toy felt cool at first, especially against my clit, but it soon warmed to match the temperature of my body. I shrugged off the negligee and put it into the "keep" pile. I found my panties and slipped them on, along with my denim skirt, socks and boots. I reached up to remove my nipple rings --

"No, leave those on."

"But they'll --"

"They'll be fine for the time you'll be wearing them. Leave them and skip the bra tonight."

"They'll show through my sweater!" I pleaded.

"Good. Now, get dressed. The store's almost closed."

As if to emphasize his words, the lights dimmed and another voice, male and more authoritative, boomed its command to "head to the nearest register to complete any purchases". The "Happy Valentine's Day" was an insincere afterthought.

I put in my sweater, silky and bright red, and gathered up my things, being very careful to tuck my bra deep into the pocket of my purse and zipping it shut. The things I rejected went back on the rack and took one last look around the dressing room, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. When I moved the bench back into position, I bent down and scooped up the small gift bag and tossed it into the trash can as I walked out of the dressing room with the red negligee and a few other items draped over my arm.

I paid for my things and shifted the shopping bag from arm to arm as I put on my coat. It had a fairly warm day while the sun was shining but the temperature dropped as the sky darkened. A few remnants of the previous week's snow could still be seen in the deepening shadows. I shivered a bit and pulled my coat closed as I walked down the block to the diner, my hands brushing my chest as I did so. My nipples still very sensitive from my touch, the silver rings I still wore and the memory of his voice, tightened into firm buds that poked through the silky fabric of my sweater. There was an answering response from between my legs. An extra little tingle that couldn't quite be ascribed merely as a response from my fingers on my breasts.

"Oh!" as the realization dawned on me that it was the vibe I had tucked against my clit making that tingle. I pulled open the door to the diner, the mouth-watering aroma of cheeseburgers and french fries competing with the noise of a milkshake machine, the chatter of cooks, waitresses and customers, and a jukebox pouring out tunes. I found an empty booth and stashed my things on the seat beside me.

The soft exhaled "ooh" that escaped my lips was purely involuntary as the vibe tingled once again. I looked around to see if anyone heard me but it seemed like everyone was more interested in their blue plate specials than in me.

"Hi, honey. Oh, surely you're not eating alone tonight. Not on Valentine's Day!" The waitress stood beside the booth, her order pad and pen at the ready.

"No, she's not eating alone. Sorry, I'm late. I got held up at work." The last part was directed at me as he slid over the red vinyl seat across from me. "I had a Zoom call I had to take." He smiled an almost predatory smile as he looked at me.

"I'm sure your attention was greatly appreciated." Since I was the other participant of that call, I could attest to how much it was appreciated. I felt a faint flush over my cheeks as I recalled some of the things I did for him.

We turned our attention to our waitress, gave her our orders and then watched as she hurried through the tables before we looked back at each other.

"Did it work? Could you feel it?"

"Oh, yes. A little tingle but I could definitely feel it."

"Good."

"Take off your coat. I want to see those nipple rings on those pretty little nipples." When I hesitated, his firm "now" had me taking off my coat and adding it to the pile of things in the corner of the booth.

"How do they feel?"

"They're a little tight but it's more an awareness of them -- and my nipples -- rather than any actual discomfort," I answered.

"Good because they're so damned hot. You look as sexy as hell."

I smiled and thanked him.

"Every guy in the place wants to see them."

My eyes widened and I slouched down a bit, hiding myself from any curious eyes.

"No. Sit up straight. You should be proud about your body, about how sexy you are."

I did as I was told. He was right. I was proud of how sexy I was but the habits of years of being the shy bashful one were hard to break. After spending enough time with him, my bashfulness had transformed itself into submission to his patient dominance.

He held his phone in his hand, the screen turned away so I couldn't see it and scrolled a thumb across it. The movement of his thumb was echoed by a corresponding increase of the vibrations I'd been feeling. The shiver I felt was joined by a gasp which turned into a whimper as his thumb scrolled again and the sensation switched from a faint shimmer of vibration to something more intense.

"Mmm. Your nipples are getting harder. I wish I was playing with them right now."

"Oh," I whispered. "I wish you were, too."

"Play with them for me".

"Here? I can't. Someone will see me," I protested.

"Yes, here. Turn a little and use that hand," he indicated with a tilt of his shoulder.

"Now," he commanded when I hesitated. I did as I was told, turned and then touched my nipple with my finger.

"Good girl. And the other one".

He watched my fingers as they played over my nipples, first one and then the other. "Pinch them" and I did as I was told once more.

"How do you feel? Do you feel like my sexy girl?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak and continued teasing my nipples, knowing that was what he wanted, knowing he was probably as turned on as I was.

"You're going to cum right in this diner with all this commotion around you," he said in a low voice that barely carried across the booth, "but right now you need to stop because our waitress is almost here with our food".

I was so busy thinking about the first part of what he said, the second part didn't register until she was practically beside me. She put down our meals, made sure we had all the necessary condiments, napkins, etc. and then walked away.

We busied ourselves with our cheeseburgers and fries, the vibration in my panties was a constant accompaniment to my enjoyment of the plate in front of me. He picked up his phone and the steady thrum switched to a gentle pulsating wave.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Hmm? Oh, it's very tasty," I answered, taking a bite of my sandwich and smiling at him. I knew exactly what he wanted to know, but I pretended I didn't. He is my Dom but doesn't require total obedience so a little teasing is acceptable given the right occasion. Of course, there are often consequences for such things.

"You know exactly what I was asking," he replied. "You're being a naughty girl and my naughty girl needs to be punished," and swiped the phone several times.

Those gentle waves increased in both length and intensity and I tried my best to remain sitting still on the seat but it was quite a challenge. I could feel my nipples harden even more and my juices were soaking my panties.

"Well?", his thumb hovering over the control.

"Oh, it's nice," I answered, the quiver in my words due in equal parts to the sensations I was feeling and my need to control my voice's response to it.

"Just nice, hmm..." A stroke of his thumb and the waves became a thrum that made it impossible not to squirm in place and clench my thighs together. "It should be much more than 'nice'," he said just as the waitress returned to our booth.

"How is everything?" she asked.

"Mine's great. How about yours, darlin'?" He gestured to my plate.

I nodded my head, but from the stern look on his face -- I'd seen that exact look quite a few times when I'd been "naughty", I knew he wanted me to respond with words.

"Everything's wonderful," the words more whispered than spoken as I tried to control my breathing and my response to what was happening under the table.

"Much better."

I smiled and dipped my last fry into the small puddle of ketchup left on my plate. I almost choked as I sucked the rich and creamy shake through the oversized straw when I caught the end of his sentence.

"... but you're still going to cum for me while we're sitting here."

As if to punctuate his words the vibe began to buzz even harder and my clit began to throb in response. I closed my mouth for fear of whimpering loud enough that the table full of young guys beside us could hear.

"Go ahead. Play with those nipples. I know you want to," he said, nodding at me. I turned as I had before and raised my hand when he stopped me with his words, "No, under your sweater".

"I don't think I can. Someone will see," I protested.

"It's either that or you'll walk up to that counter and grab a fresh straw for me. And," he continued, "the toy will be turned all the way up. Your choice." To accentuate his words, his thumb slid a fraction of an inch across the screen and the increase in the vibrations almost made me cry out. My pussy clenched around the toy; although I didn't think it was possible, my nipples were suddenly even more sensitive. Touching them didn't seem so impossible now. Shoving my sweater up to my neck so he could suckle them right where we were wasn't out of the question, either.

My hand glided under my sweater and over my nipples, first one side then the other. Rubbing circles over them in patterns very similar to the way I rubbed my clit when I played with myself.

"Pinch them for me," he ordered. He gestured with the phone and the buzzing over my clit changed to a harder but more erratic beat that had me shivering.

"I don't think I can," I whispered. "I'm so close to cumming and that would definitely send me over the edge." My answer came in jagged little broken phrases, punctuated by ragged breaths and shivers running through my entire body.

"Pinch them," he said again, his tone leaving no room for any possible refusal.

I pinched my nipples lightly, rubbing the hard buds between my thumb and index finger.

"Harder," he murmured, and swiped the screen once again.

"Oh. Oh. Oh," I said, on the precipice of a very intense climax. I could feel my clit throbbing, my pussy tensing and releasing with anticipation. The "fuck fuck fuck fuck" was almost forced out from between my lips.

"Take off those nipple rings," and held out his open palm.

Oh, my man was quite the bad boy right now. He knew the momentary flash of sensation bordering on actual but fleeting pain would be enough to send me right over the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," he said. "Be my good girl and cum."

I pried the silver wires of the faux pierced rings, gently took them off and dropped them into his outstretched hand. Simultaneously he pushed the controls to a much higher setting than I'd felt before.

I didn't cry out, well, not loud enough for anyone else in the diner to hear me but it was only by the grace of whichever goddess watches over subs in such situations. I know he could hear the quiet whimpers that accompanied the shivering and shaking as the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life washed over me.

"That's my good girl. Cum." He set the phone, still controlling the ever so intense vibrations of the toy and took my hands in his. I held them tightly, the anchor to keep me from tumbling off the edge of the cliff and shattering to pieces.

I reached for the phone to turn off the vibrations but his 'no' stilled my hand. "One more," and scrolled across the screen.

"Be my good girl and cum once more."

I had no choice but to obey, willingly flying off that cliff and exploding into a million sparkly shards of pure light. When my shudders subsided, he dialed back the toy's vibrations until everything was still. Everything but the thumping of my heart and the aftershocks still playing upon my clit.

A minute or two passed by and he broke the silence. "About ready to go? Here comes the waitress with our check." I nodded, not yet fully trusting my voice, and gathered up my things from the corner of the booth.

"Hey, don't forget these," and pointed at the nipple rings still on the table. I scooped them up just as the waitress collected the cash -- 'keep the change' -- for our meals. I slid across the vinyl bench and stood up on shaky legs to go out into the cold winter night. He put on his coat and helped me with mine as we made our way to the door.

"Mmhmm. Mmhmm. Mmhmm." Then he whispered in my ear as we stepped outside, "next time you are going to go up to the counter to get me a straw".

My first thought was an immediate "no!" which soon changed into a "maybe" as I recalled the evening's adventures. "You might need two straws and maybe an extra napkin or two," I whispered back.

His laughter bounced off the buildings lining the moonlit street as we walked through the night.

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe."

"The best one ever, sir."