A Good Night Indeed

A/N: Just something to blow off some steam. Hope you enjoy. There will be more later.

You've invited me over for dinner. You tell me that you want me to wear something nice...something revealing, for you. You also remind me that touching myself is not allowed for the day. You know that I like to masturbate on a daily basis, and that it will be difficult for me to obey that order, but you don't care. You tell me that you're in control for today, and I need to deal with it.

I arrive at your door precisely at 7pm. I'm wearing a dress. It's blue, tight-fitting, and of course, only goes down to mid-thigh. I feel very exposed wearing it, and as your eyes give me the up and down, I fidget with the hem nervously. You invite me in, telling me to keep my matching heels on and follow you. At first glance, it seems like you've laid out a nice dinner for us. Upon really taking it in, I see that there is only one seat at the table and no cutlery or dinnerware whatsoever. You see me taking it in, and my confusion makes you smile. You come over and wrap your arms around me from behind, bending to kiss my neck and then whispering in my ear:

"I want you to lay down on the table. You're going to lay down with your wet pussy..." Here you slide a hand down to grab shamelessly at my crotch through the dress, making me gasp. "...because I know it's wet for me, isn't it? I want you to lay down with it facing the chair. Then, I want you to spread your legs like the little whore you are and show me your cunt. You have ten seconds."

You release me and I almost fall over, my knees are so weak. I gain control of myself as you count out loud 'three', stumbling over to the table and laying down as asked. When it's time to follow the second order, however, I hesitate. I look up at you as you count 'nine' and then spread my legs as wide as the dress will allow. You smirk.

"Just in time. You wouldn't have liked the evening if you hadn't followed my instructions properly. Let's see..."

You pause, moving to place the chair how you want it. It sits a little bit back from the table and you take a moment to look at me. My face heats up as I realize what you're staring at, and I avert my gaze from you.

"Reach down and pull your dress up. I want to see your cunt more clearly."

I blush harder at this, but quickly obey, shimmying the dress further up my hips. It gets worse.

"Now, make sure your dress is hiked up properly. I want you to reach down and spread those puffy lips wide. Show me your clit and and that greedy hole of yours. I know it's been waiting for me to fill it up all day."

I inhale, my breath juddering a bit with nerves and anticipation. You like to give me a little verbal humiliation to warm me up. Not that I need it with the way you made me wait all day. Apparently my dallying to follow instructions has annoyed you. You reach forward and give each of my thighs a sharp slap.

"Now slut! Don't make me tell you again."

I hurry to do as I'm told, blushing hard again when I'm completely exposed to you. You whistle, like you're impressed, and smirk at me.

"That is one hungry little pussy. Let's see what you'll do for me tonight, hmm?"