I was anxious to get the confirmation voice mail on Friday, "OK, Amy-love, this is Brad. I will pick you up at Starbucks at 7 pm Sunday. We will go for dinner. Wear a loose fitting blouse, short skirt, no bra and silk panties. I'll have a special surprise for you as usual. On your way to Starbucks think of the first time you masturbated for me."
I get to Starbucks ahead of time. Even though I've been doing this for over a year, the anxiety and nervousness builds. I have second thoughts on this pseudo- submissive sexual dependency but can't seem to go more two or three weeks without it.
The first time I masturbated for Brad was incredible. Before that, I hardly ever masturbated by myself and refused to touch myself during sex. About a year ago I was at Brad's home on a Sunday afternoon. I was naked. He was fully clothed. He stoked me so lightly with a feather all over. After a while, I begged him to touch me and fuck me. I tried to touch him but he pulled back and refused. At first it seemed like a game but finally after more arse and feather play, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat on the floor by the TV and bar, closed my eyes and massaged and fingered myself to orgasm.
"Hi Honey, I've got something special for you. I think that you will enjoy it", he says as I get in his car outside Starbucks.
"Alright! You are always special," I smile, "I am already wet".
"Open the glove box. There's some motion lotion in there. Put it on yourself both front and back".