Jill was excited and more than a little bit scared. She was wearing her classic little black dress. She could feel the breeze blowing cool against her bare pussy reminding her that she was wearing nothing under her dress. As if she could possibly forget that! Everything she is wearing (and not wearing) was selected for her by her dom. This outing was his idea and he was very much in control. She has been his sub in the privacy of his home for several weeks, but they have never taken those roles outside of his bedroom before. The thought of what he might make her do is both terrifying and exciting. He exited the taxi behind her, taking her hand in one of his and placing his other hand in the small of her back, guiding her up the curb and toward the restaurant door. His powerful control of her, the feel of her nipples sliding against the fabric of her dress and that persistent wind that kept finding its way between her thighs all the way to her increasingly moist cunt all combined to ratchet her arousal higher with each step.
They enter the restaurant, a dark place with exposed beams and a bar against one wall. As the hostess is leading them to their table, Jill's eyes catch His in the mirror behind the bar. He hasn't shaved in a few days and the rough stubble shows on His cheeks. His eyes lock onto hers. Oh, those eyes, deep, blue, and intense. She has seen him before, but never spoken with him. She doesn't know His name, but in her fantasies (and there have been many) she calls Him, Blue Eyes. She knows her dom has seen her taking note of Him. She tears her eyes away from the mirror fearful of the price her dom will extract for her indiscretion.
As she takes her seat, she notes that she recognizes many of the faces in the room. They are friends of her dom. She begins to wonder if this is a private party arranged by him. Over his left shoulder she sees a full-length mirror on the far wall. She moves to the side a bit so that Blue Eyes is visible in the mirror. This time, though, she is careful not to stare.
The waiter brings them the drinks that her dom had ordered. After she leaves, he speaks to Jill for the first time since they left the house. "Did you dress exactly as I commanded?" he asks. She looks down and nods, indicating that she did. "Show me." he commands. Jill glances around, nervous about who might see. "Now!" he shouts. At his raised voice, heads swivel in their direction around the restaurant. Thankfully, the high backed seats block everyone's view below her waist. She lifts the bottom of her short skirt, exposing her sex to him. His gaze lingers, forcing her to keep herself exposed. "How wet are you?" he asks. She starts to reply, but he stops her. "Don't tell me. Show me." he says. Jill reaches down and touches her labia with the tip of one finger. She closes her eyes as her finger slides inside her slippery cleft. She slowly removes her finger, the light glistening off the juices that coat it. Her eyes still closed, she lifts her finger to her mouth and tastes the proof of her arousal.
As she opens her eyes, still sucking her finger, she realizes that she was wrong, thinking that the view of what was happening below her waist had been blocked for most of the restaurant. But she had forgotten about the mirror. She looks up to see Blue Eyes watching her. That full-length mirror had given him a perfect view of everything she has done. He smiles as her face flushes at the realization that he has been watching her.
Her attention is pulled back to her dom. "Now that we know your pussy is dripping wet, masturbate for me." he commands. "Fuck yourself with those fingers right here where anyone might see."
