I have told you what I want you to be wearing when we go out to dinner: thong, thigh high stockings, 3 - 4 inch heels, your short skirt with the slit up the left side, your bra that exposes the top of your tits and nipples and a shear blouse. You were told to be ready by 7 since we were going to need about a 45 minutes to get to the restaurant.
The driver pulls us to your place just before 7 and I ask him to go get you while I sit in the car and get to watch your face when you open the door. His name is David, he is about 6-2 and 210 pounds on a body that is maintained by working out regularly. Oh yes, did I mention he is black. Your face shows surprise when you open the door and see David instead of me, but then it becomes a look of lust.
"Peggy Sanford, your ride is here."
I can only guess what David's expression was when you opened the door since you had your blouse unbuttoned to just below your tits. He brings you to the car and opens the door for you, enjoying the view all the way.
"Good evening bitch, you look lovely tonight, just like I knew you would. What do you think about David, the driver? I have a pretty good idea what he thinks about you."
"Why thank you. David looks good enough to eat."
"I'm sure you will do your best to find out for sure before the night is over" and we both laugh.
I start kissing your face and working my was down your neck to your tits. There I alternate between kissing them and sucking on your nipples, which are getting nice and hard. I then start kissing you face and lips while putting my hand inside your blouse to play with your tits.
"We are going to have some fun this evening" I say. "Or at least I am."
"What kinky and strange things do you have planned for your dirty slut?"
"I have a few ideas, and I'm sure that some will come along as we go. For now, go and tell David to leave the window open and make sure he sees plenty of tit in the process."
You go the the window and kneel down, putting your hands between the divider and your top. Somehow your right tit is totally exposed. You tap on the window and David lowers it down. "Steve wants you to leave this down this evening. Thank you." He has been watching you in the mirror the whole time you talking, but he wasn't looking at your face.
You come back and I have you sit on my lap facing David who is watching you in the mirror. I start kissing your neck and pulling your top away so that your tits are fully exposed. I squeeze and pinch your tits and nipples while you squirm on my lap and stiff dick.
"Take my cock out and suck it, nice and slow. Make sure that David has a good view of what your are doing."
You kneel to the side on the floor and undo my pants until you have my cock out and start sucking on it. "I don't want to come just yet, so just be nice and slow about it for now." I reach down and play with your tit while you continue sucking and licking my cock.
When we are about 10 minutes from the restaurant, I tell you to plan on getting me off. I say this loud enough for David to hear me also.
"When I am ready, I want you to straighten up and then I am going to jerk off on your face and tits. Consider this a type of appetizer before the main meal."
After a few more minutes I tell you that I am ready to come and to get into position. You do and I notice the car slow down a bit as I look and see David looking in the mirror to watch us. I jerk myself off just a bit before cumming on your face and some on your tits.
"Now suck my cock clean and don't touch my cum that is on your body. I think that it will make a nice statement when we get to the restaurant. Leave the blouse unbuttoned also."
We are almost at the restaurant when I say to you, "Go ask David if you look like a slut." You go back to the window and lean in close. "David, do you think I look like a slut with all this cum on me?"
"I think you look lovely" he responds, "and maybe a bit slutty."
We arrive shortly and David comes around to open the door for us. "Did you enjoy the show on the way here?" I ask him.
"Yes. Very much so."
"Then you will really enjoy the trip home."
We go to the desk and tell them we have a reservation. "The name please."
"Sanford. Peggy Sanford for two."
The host has a hard time finding it since he is looking at the cum on your face and tits more than the book. "Yes, here it is" he finally says. "Follow me."
He leads us to a booth in the back that semi-circular and raised up two steps above the floor. After helping you up, he tells us that Michael will be our waiter for the evening and should be with us shortly. There are a few other patrons near by, but not many and I make sure you will have your left to Michael.
Michael shows up shortly and asks if we would like any drinks. We order some and an appetizer also. He is checking you out during this whole time and not really looking at me.
"I think he is trying to figure out what is on my body."
"Why don't you tell him when he comes back."
"I couldn't do that."
"You show your tits and/or cunt to strangers, you will fuck a total stranger when told to do so, yet you can't tell someone you have cum on your body. I find that hard to believe, but I'll help you this time."
About this time Michael comes back with our drinks and says the appetizer should be out shortly, all the while looking at you again.
"You might want to pay some attention to me since I will be the one paying and tipping you tonight." I say. "Even though the view of the slut is much easier on the eyes. Enjoy looking at my bitch all you want. Have you figured out what is on her face yet?"
"Was I that obvious? And no I haven't."
"Tell the nice waiter what my dirty slut has on her body and how she got it."
You lower your head some before starting to explain. "After telling me to, I gave my husband a blow job for about 20 minutes on the way here in the back seat of the limo while the driver watched in the mirror every so often. When he was ready to come, he pulled out of my mouth and jerked off on me, making sure the driver knew what was happening and when so he could watch everything in the mirror. Then he wouldn't let me clean it off."
I look to see what effect this has on Michael, and it seems to have had quite an effect.
"I know that you will take good care of us tonight, but if there is anything my bitch can do to make your night at work more enjoyable, tell her. I'm sure that she will be more than willing to acomodate you, or anyone else."
"Thank you, let me go check on your appetizer. Did you want to order now or in a bit?"
"After the appetizer will be fine, thank you Michael. One other thing, where are the rest rooms? "
"By the entrance where you came in. I'll be right back."
"You certainly made an impression on him. I thought he was going to poke a hole in his pants when you told him what was on your face" I say after he walks away. "At least talking to him gave him a moment to get things back under control."
About this time the host stopped to check on everything, the bus boy brought out the bread, water and coffee and a waitress walked by for no particular reason.
"Here is what you are going to do. You are to go to the ladies room and remove your panties. You are NOT to do this in a stall, but out in the open near the sinks. If anyone asks what you are doing, your are to tell them your Master has told you to do this. You are to bring them back in your hand. Part of them must be showing, not entirely wadded up in your hand. Now go."
As you start off, I figure it should take only a couple of minutes to accomplish this task, but you are gone for about 5 minutes.
You and Michael return about the same time and you get back in your seat while he is setting out the appetizers. We then order our dinner and Michael leaves saying he will be back with more drinks.
"I want you to visualize yourself laying on your back on the table, your head near me and your ass on the edge. Now put your panties neatly where they would be." You look at me funny as you take your panties and spread them out with the crotch (complete with a wet spot) at the edge facing Michael. "What took you so long in the restroom?"
"There were a couple of women washing and they asked me what I was doing. I told them that my Master had requested me to do this and I was doing what I was told. These two must have been friends because the one said she could never do that even though her husband wanted her do. She would do most things he requested in private, but not in public. Her friend said she would love for her husband to tell her what to do, anytime, and she would obey. They we discussing this as they left and I'm sure the conversation continued till they got back to their table. I'm sure it continued even more after I walked past their table on the way back."
While we were talking and waiting for dinner a gentleman came up to our table and introduced himself as Paul. He said that you had been talking to his wife Jenny in the restroom and how much he wanted to thank you for getting them talking about Masters and sub missives. I tell him that if Jenny is willing, start out with simple requests and work up to bigger things. He asks if you really do everything you are told and you tell him yes; anything, anytime anywhere and that nothing was too much to request, as long as she wouldn't get arrested.
I tell Paul to try it with my slut to see what it feels like. He looks at you and says he doesn't know what to do. "Show him your tits bitch" I say "and help him." You then take his hand put it on your blouse over the right tit and push it to the side, letting his hand touch your tit. You then repeat this on the left side as he pulls your top away from you.
"See how easy that was." I say. "Start tonight with your wife and maybe just have her open one or two buttons on her blouse or skirt. You will have a great night if you do."
"I think I will" he says. "Thank you" he adds as he start walking back to his table.
Michael is bringing our food as Paul is walking away. He sets out our food, with the help of the busboy who keeps looking at your still exposed tits. As the busboy walks away, Michael asks if there is anything else we need. "No, I think we are OK, but how about you? What can my bitch do to make your night better?"
"Her tits are lovely, but I'm more of a pussy person."
"Well then pussy person, what would you like her to do with hers?"
"I would like to see and touch it."