Adrian required Sara to look happy to be with him, at all times. She adjusted her body language, to give off a signal that she adored this man. That she was honored to be his plaything. If he gave her a gift, she had to thank him profusely. She had to tell him how generous he was, and how unworthy she was of his attention.
When they went clubbing, Sara had to be all over him, like a bitch in heat. He had crafted this image of a successful and athletic black man, with his blonde girlfriend under his spell. One night he changed up the routine for his amusement. He took her to a college bar, about an hour from our home, and told her to flirt and to act totally available.
Sara had inserted her vibrating egg into her asshole, as he instructed. As soon as she got into the limousine, he gave her two MDMA pills, and fired up the magic egg. During the hour-long drive to the bar, he teased her incessantly. He brought her to the edge of orgasm many times, but never allowed her any release. He had become very skillful at manipulating her body through the egg, and knew when she was close to orgasm. So, just for his amusement, he kept her on the boil all the way to the bar.
By the time they arrived at the college bar, Sara was very horny and her panties were soaked.
"May I change my panties, Adrian?" she asked. "They are very wet and I don't want them to dampen the back of my skirt. Also, the ecstasy is really kicking in, can I have a quick orgasm to take the edge off? I promise it won't take me long to come."
Adrian nodded his consent to the change of underwear, and a resounding "no" to her request for an orgasm. He had a smile on his face, as she struggled to change her underwear, in the confines of the limousine.
She had very high fuck-me pumps on, and her short skirt was skin tight. So as Adrian looked on, Sara wriggled out of her wet panties, and put on a fresh pair. It was far from graceful, but he loved watching her struggle, so it was very enjoyable for him. He adjusted the speed of the anal stimulator down to its lowest setting, so that she wouldn't have an orgasm.
Once she was changed, it was his turn to speak. "Sara, I think your new hair color makes you look like a hot piece of ass. I want to see if other guys like your platinum hair. So, I want you to get your tight little butt into that bar, and start dancing and flirting with random guys."
Sara responded, "Adrian please, that bar is practically on campus. It will be full of horny college guys. I will get eaten alive in that place. Can we please go somewhere more age appropriate, like that lovely piano bar where you met Stacey and I?"
Adrian scoffed at this. "We are not here to listen to a piano player, Sara," he said dismissively. "I brought you here to show you off. To let everyone enjoy my new plaything. Either you get your ass in there and dance, or I will send the driver in, to tell everyone that there is a platinum blonde outside, giving handjobs in the back of a limo!
Don't test me."
Sara lowered her head in defeat and responded, "Whatever you say, Adrian."
Sara knew Adrian was deadly serious. He wouldn't put her in any physical danger, or expose her to any sexually transmitted infections. However, handjobs were a safe sexual practice. With her beautifully manicured pink nails, and her piercing blue eyes, the young guys would get off quickly. She shuddered at the thought of being forced to give multiple handjobs, outside a college bar, and it motivated her to leave the limo.
Sara entered the college bar, dressed in her very short silk miniskirt, and a silky bustier that tied up at the front. The bustier pushed her tits together, and gave anyone who came near her, an eyeful. She also had on a tailored blazer, that provided her some sense of modesty. She looked very high maintenance, and totally out of place in this dump. She was wearing her blue eye contacts, and her long platinum blonde wig, and young college guys were all over her.
Adrian came in a few moments later, and watched from the bar, with a smile on his face. Sara hadn't even been there five minutes, before she was getting groped and manhandled, on the dance floor. At one point, she looked over to him for help, and he motioned for her to lose the blazer. Once she took the jacket off, and her recently enhanced breasts were fully on display, the testosterone in the room ramped up.
Sara had several slow dances with young guys, all of whom were sporting visible erections in their jeans. Some of the guys tried to charm her back to their dorm rooms, by showering her with compliments. Others were more forward, and she received several lewd offers. One guy even offered to pay her! Fifty dollars, for head, in the restroom.
Adrian made Sara endure this for nearly two hours, as he sipped his cocktail, and chuckled to himself. Finally, as she looked over at him, pleading with desperation to get her out of there, he got on his phone and called his driver. He had obviously planned this, because he had a different driver tonight. The guy was massive, more like a personal bodyguard, than a limo driver. This sounded like the same driver who had searched me, before I entered Adrian's limo, to hear his terms.
The bodyguard made quite an impression when he entered the room, grabbed her blazer and hustled Sara from the crowded dance floor. Adrian followed the driver and my wife out of the college bar, and the three of them walked towards the black stretch limo. A few of the young horny college guys followed Adrian, Sara, and the driver out of the bar.
They weren't in any mood to tackle the huge driver, but they were shouting insults at my wife. Apparently they called her "slut", "bitch" and "prick teaser" as she got into the car. After Sara was safely inside the car, Adrian lowered the blacked-out powered window, and engaged the young men. Only two of them were brave enough to come right up to the window, as the driver stood by menacingly.
Adrian motioned an okay signal to the driver, and he focused on maintaining control, by keeping the rest of the young guys a safe distance back. The two guys were only about twenty years old, and both had a tent in the front of their pants.
Adrian was laughing and asked them, "Did my girlfriend get you all hot and bothered?"
