"Sir, what kind of toast would you like with your breakfast?"
I blink and shake my head, re-establishing my current surroundings. London sits across from me with a confused look on her pretty face. I look at the waiter, then back at her.
"Sorry, I'll take sourdough. Thank you." I reply. The waiter takes note of my order and briskly walks away.
"You okay?" London asks, sweetly, from across the table.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about last night. You were perfect." I reply.
She smiles. Pink blush fills her soft cheeks as she nervously looks away, biting her lip. She looks back at me with a curious stare that's begging for me to tell her more. After some contemplating, I choose to give in.
"You listened to every word I said, like a good girl. Every command I gave you obeyed without so much as a second of doubt. Disobedience is no longer a part of your skill set, correct?"
London eagerly nods, knowing what's coming next. Another test. Another chance for her to show me that she is mine and mine alone, here to satisfy me and my desires; whatever they may be. She satisfies them happily, knowing if she does so that her desires will also be met... and past any expectations that she could hope for.
I look around at a packed iHop and see a breakfast rush. It's 11AM and the late-morning crowd is here half-asleep and ready to eat. I have a plan to make the wait for our food a little less vanilla.
London sits comfortably in her pajama pants bottoms and one of my t-shirts. Before we left the house she asked if she could leave her bra at home for breakfast, and I obliged on the condition that she also leave with no panties. She happily took them off at the door and handed them to me, and they rest snugly in my pocket. A sexy little g-string that doesn't take up too much room in my pocket. Just enough so I can feel the small reminder of its presence, and my control over its presence.
My switch flips. My gaze locks on her innocent blue eyes with a stare of calm determination.
"Show daddy one of those sexy tits of yours. Here. Right now. At the table." I demand, at a volume that may have turned some heads around us.
Without so much as glancing around to see if anyone would notice, London lifts the left side of my plain black t-shirt she's wearing and exposes her free hanging breast to the room. I glance at it, smile, and look back at her. She's holding the shirt up, and by now I'm sure someone has seen.
"May I put it away now, sir?" She asks with a silly smile on her face.
"Yes, baby. You may. A good girl knows to ask." I reply.
London covers up, but her nipples are a bit hard now and are shown easily through the soft thin fabric of that $5 Old Navy t-shirt. She continues smiling at me, happy to have bravely fulfilled a public order. I look around. A few tables over is a group of 18 year old boys trying to talk quietly, but their body language is yelling that they bared witness to what happened. They keep glancing towards us, mid-conversation, hoping to see more of my endlessly erotic servant.
It seems we have a viewing audience. Luckily, I'm in a good mood and wouldn't mind showing off what's rightfully mine.
"Baby? You have no panties on, correct?" I ask quietly. London once again locks eyes with me.
"Yes, daddy. That's correct." She softly replies.
"Well, I'd like to see you play with yourself for a bit. Right where you are."
Her eyes widen. She's never been tasked with something so daring. And yet, my dominant powers rule her mind. She knows that when I'm daddy, her ability to argue or make choices is thrown out the window. She knows that she has no choice but to be at my whim.
London slowly puts her right hand to her lips, nervously sticking her index and middle finger in her mouth. She closes her eyes to take in the moment while simultaneously moistening her fingers for her soaked pussy that excitedly awaits. She removes her fingers and immediately reaches down to her pajama pants, lifting the band and putting her hand in. I knew she reached her clit when she took a deep breath, trying to control the initial contact moan.
I, too, am curious. I glance at the table of boys that were looking. Each of them have their forks in their hands with food in front of them, but none of them are eating. They're all staring, half of them with their jaws dropped in awe. London, like the well trained girl she is, has her eyes set on me as she begins playing with her clit. She doesn't care to know if anyone is watching. Her only concern is pleasing me and doing as I say. I can see her struggling to keep her muscle reactions to a minimum, only slight twitches of her legs are present if you're close to see them like I am. She bites her lip, doing her best to not make a sound that may give her away to the entire room of breakfast-goers. My cock is pressing against my boxer-briefs, the feeling of empowerment comes over me and an evil grin comes over my face. But this moment isn't about my cock, nor my physical pleasure.
"Put them in." I command. London slowly nods in response.
A deeper breath, and a slight moan escapes her lips as she does so. Quiet enough so only I can hear it. Her legs are noticeably shaking now, it won't be long before she needs to cum.
"..Daddy.. I'm going to cum if I keep going. May I.. may I cu-cum here?" She stutters through heavy breaths.
"No. You may not. Edge yourself and let me know when you've reached it." I reply, firmly.
"..yes, daddy.." she mumbles. Her eyes slowly roll back before returning to the erotic gaze she has on me. I can tell she's trying to take it slow. Both so she doesn't moan too loudly and so she can truly enjoy the adventure we're having. But she can't help herself. It's too erotic and her ecstasy is building.
"Daddy, I'm at the edge. M-may I s-stop now?" She asks.
"Yes baby. You may stop. Give me your hand and those wet fingers. Above the table." I command.
London obliges, pulling her hand from her pants and releasing a sigh of relief. She reaches her hand over the table and her two fingers glisten with her pussy juices. I take her hand by the wrist, glance over at the table of boys who are staring in amazement, and put her fingers in my mouth. The sweet musky taste of London's pussy fills my taste buds and I suck her fingers clean.
I release her hand back to her control and London gains a big smile.
