A Very Special Dinner

"Come for me little girl," my husband says from across the table. My orgasms have always been in his control so whether I wanted to come at our table in the middle of the restaurant wasn't up to me. I was already soaking my thin panties from the remote control vibrator he was currently kicking up to the highest intensity. Just then our appetizer arrived, and his command triggered an involuntary orgasm. My face flushed deeply as I gripped the edge of my seat, closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the orgasm wracking my body as the waiter asks if he can get us anything else at the moment. My husband looks to me and says with mock innocence, "Oh I'm quite alright, what about you darling?" I force my eyes open as calmly as I can manage with waves of pleasure crashing inside me, and the vibrator still assaulting my soaked pussy.

"Nn-no thank-k you-u."

The young waiter eyes me curiously for a moment before leaving the table. As soon as he's gone, the vibrations inside me stop and I gasp.

"You did very good my love. Quite clearly you obeyed my command. But, do you think our waiter knew what you were doing?" My husband smirked and fed me a bite of the appetizer.

I blushed furiously as the after shocks of orgasm pulsated my pussy, simply glancing down at his question.

"I expect an answer. Now." His voice had a tinge of menace and I knew not to play coy anymore.

"I-i...I don't know sir. I hope he didn't know what, what was happening." My words tumbled over eachother.

"You hope he didn't notice? That's so funny because I hoped he did notice, and since you aren't sure if he did, we will just have to do it again...until he has obviously noticed." His tone was light, but I knew he meant every word.

"Open wide baby!" He held another bite up for me at the same moment the vibrator came back to life deep inside my already soaked pussy. I hesitated for a single moment when I felt it happen, mouth already slightly open, and he took the opportunity to forcefully feed me from his fork.

We had only ordered drinks and the appetizer to start and out of the corner of my eye I could see the cute young waiter making his way to our table. My husband also noticed and kicked the vibrator up to an intense pulsing just before he reached our table. My pussy was already as wet as a waterslide and my whole body was hyperaware after having an orgasm at the table only moments ago. In front of the waiter, nonetheless, and it seemed it was about to happen again.

Here's the thing. Once I have an orgasm, it's like opening the floodgates. After one, I can keep having them over and over if I'm stimulated correctly. Sometimes it feels like they're never ending, and they're insanely intense. At first, just my thighs begin to tremble. As the orgasms keep crashing down on me, the tremble turns into an unstoppable shaking. And if the stimulation is kept up...well, the shaking turns into near on convulsing. It's like my body has a mind of its own, my hips buck wildly and I grind on whatever is between my legs. And well, my husband, he knows this.

"Are we ready to order entrees?" The waiter glances between my husband and I, and settles his question on my husband, which I am ever so grateful for, because I'm not sure I could open my mouth without moaning at the delicious vibrations inside me.

"Oh yes, honey, you go ahead and tell him what you want." Heavy emphasis laid on 'what you want.'

"I- I... I..." My husband set my little intruder to the highest intesity immediately after he told me to order. I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone an intelligible sentence. My face turned four shades of red as my eyes darted pleadingly to my husband's smug face.

"She will have the filet, as will I." He grinned.

"And how would you like those cooked?" The waiter seemed a bit confused but went with it.

My second public orgasm began to peak and I closed my eyes and pressed my lips tightly together in order to stay quiet.

"Well mine medium, how about yours darling?" I knew he expected me to actually speak but the orgasm was crashing through my body, my pussy was both throbbing and gushing.

My eyes snapped open and I stammered- "I, i, ra-ra, m-m-m-" And then the vibration changed to a rapid pulsing and I couldn't control myself anymore. "MMMHHHHHH!"

Still trying to be as demure as possible while having my second orgasm in front of our waiter in the middle of a busy upscale restaurant. I managed to get it out finally, "Me-medium, medium rare, pl-please." The waiter's shocked face told us- he knew I had just orgasmed right here in front of him.

My husband smiled at me and then the waiter before nonchalantly finishing up both of our orders.

"That was incredible," The vibrator resets to a low buzz and my husband looks extremely pleased with me, though I'm starting to feel like I'm getting a look of desperation. My breathing is slightly heavier and I just know my cheeks are bright pink.

"Please, I don't think I can take another one here. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself." I plead breathily.

"Mmm, well. You will take anything I give you and you will be grateful. Next time you orgasm, I want to hear you thank me. Out loud. And specify exactly what it is you are thankful for. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to assume you aren't grateful for your orgasms- and well, if you aren't grateful for them, why have them? Maybe a month of denial will make you grateful? Hmm, no, that isn't enough. A month of complete orgasm denial, followed by a month of only ruined orgasms- that will be your punishment if you don't thank me for your next orgasm, out loud, as you come."

My already dripping pussy gushes at his words because despite loving orgasms, his dominance and control feel better than any orgasm. I love when he threatens me, even though I don't actually want the punishment. It always makes me a wet mess but I always try not to disappoint him.

"Yy-yes sir," I squeak out my answer, knowing what is going to happen. The vibrator changes patterns five times in just a few minutes. Finally he sets it to the highest setting, and just as I see our food come up on the line, he tells me, "Rub your clit." At this point, he's in full dominance mode and I know not to disobey or even hesitate at his commands. So my hand drops between my thighs and I begin tapping and circling my clit, hoping he will tell me to stop before the waiter arrives with our entrees.

"Can you even feel that above your dress? No, go under it, I want your fingers touching your bare little wet clit."

My face flushes scarlet and as I slide my fingers into my panties, I glance over and see the waiter grabbing our plates. I tap and circle and pinch my clit furiously, maintaining eye contact, pleading with my eyes not to make me do this. I have a safe word, but he knows I won't use it unless it's an emergency. His eyes flash with a predatory lust as my breathing becomes quick and shallow.

"Come for daddy, baby, come right now."

His words hit my pussy like lightening and suddenly I'm thrusting my hips and the delicious orgasm is rolling through me over and over. I manage to stay nearly silent, aside from the slight panting...and then, my eyes tightly closed as I'm trying to climb out of the warm pool the orgasm has sunk my mind into, I hear plates hit the table. Then I hear, "uh-uh-uhhhhhhhh." From my own mouth, as my toes curl and my back arches. Frozen, I open my eyes directly on the young waiter, whose pants have very clearly become much tighter.

"I...Can, can I, get you two anything else?" He stammers out, never tearing his gaze from my plump cleavage that's now heaving with the exertion of my third and most intense orgasm of the evening.

"No, thank you. But...my lovely wife may have something to say?" My husband is also intently starting at me in my undone post orgasm haze, waiting patiently for me to thank him for my orgasm in front of our shocked young waiter.

"I....i.....um. N-no." My words are quick and breathy. I know exactly what I have just done, but I just couldn't bring myself to thank my husband for the orgasm while the waiter stared at me with an obvious hard on.

"Very good, enjoy!" He began to slowly walk away but before he was out of ear shot my husband loudly informed me, "Well my love, the orgasm you had just now will be your last for two months, since you're unable to express your gratitude. I hope it was a good one because tomorrow begins one month of complete orgasm denial, followed by a second month of only ruined orgasms."

I flushed bright red as the waiter glanced at me, and the vibrator began to buzz again.

Well, guess it's going to be a long two months.

To be continued...