When we reached our table, I was once again surprised when you directed me to take the seat that would have my back to the wall, facing the dining room. This was usually where you liked to sit, so that you could keep an eye on the comings and goings while we dined. This time however, you sat across from me, with your back to the dining room and only me and the wall behind me in your vision. When the waitress came, you ordered a bottle of red wine before we were once again left alone. Moments after she turned away from the table you leaned across and quietly commanded me, “Lift your skirt Slave. This evening you will sit your ass directly on that seat. Do it now and then place your hands on the tabletop. I will want to see both of your hands at all times tonight.” A smile played on your lips as I shifted from side to side, fanning my skirt out around me. The cool leather of the seats was in sharp contrast to my still warmed ass cheeks but it provided some relief to them and I wiggled slightly, settling in as I reached up and clasped my hands on the table in front of me.

The waitress returned with the wine, which you immediately approved. As she moved towards my glass, indicating she was about to pour, you asked her to please just leave the bottle, that you would serve it yourself when you were ready. You told her that we were celebrating a special evening and that you wanted to do the honours yourself. Of course, she complied. “Are you ready to order then?” came her next question and I could feel her looking at me expectantly. I neither looked at her nor said a word, simply sat there silent and looking at my hands, still clasped on the table in front of me.

You cleared your throat and adjusted your position, one hand discreetly reaching below the table as you answered her, “My wife and I will both have the prime rib, medium with the steamed seasonal vegetables and the cool cucumber soup to start.” Your voice was pleasant as you ordered expertly, smiling amiably at the waitress but your thoughts were far more sinister as your hand reached into your pocket and flipped the remote on low.

I started and gave a little jump at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that ran through me. I could feel a blush creeping up on my face as I was sure the vibrations were loud enough for the whole room to hear. My hands flew to my face to cover my mouth as a low groan escaped me. “Are you OK, Mrs Elliot?” the waitress asked, concerned.

Mortified, I held my hand up, stopping her from leaning in any further. Without looking up, I nodded my head. “Is anything wrong, dear,” came your voice, sounding appropriately concerned, as you turned the remote up some more. The vibrations on my pussy were so distracting, I could barely stop myself from thrusting against the butterfly, seeking that ultimate pleasure. “No….I….I’m fine,” I stammered, “Just a little warm.” The waitress announced she would return with some ice water and scurried away. I heard your amused chuckle even as the vibrations faded away. I could feel my shoulders sag in relief and disappointment as you stopped the torturous little game. The brief teasing had awakened a stirring deep within my cunt that was, even now, demanding to be fulfilled.

“Look at me,” you commanded and I immediately raised my eyes to yours. My peripheral vision could take in the fullness of the dining room but as far as I could tell without directly looking, no one had noticed what you had done. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I stared into your eyes. The glint I had seen earlier was still there but your smile was cold as you spoke to me quietly. “That was only the beginning, slut,” you promised menacingly. “Tonight, you will be kept in a full state of arousal for as long as I desire. It pleases me to know that I am arousing you without even touching you. And I can see that you want more, don’t you, you little whore?” Without waiting for me to answer, you continued, “But tonight, your pleasure is the furthest thing from my mind. I have not yet decided if I will allow you the release you crave. But before this evening is over, you will have given me pleasure many times, and in many different ways.”

I nodded but kept silent, swallowing as I absorbed my fate as you described it to me.

From that moment on, each time anyone approached our table, I felt the now familiar vibrations as you played with the settings on the remote control. Business associates stopped by the table to say hello, and you flicked the switch off and on at irregular intervals, keeping me completely off guard. The waitress would appear to refill our water glasses and I would be blasted with a full surge of tickling on my engorged clit. I had long stopped caring if anyone knew what was going on, my rattled mind not thinking about anything other than the insane desire to cum. My hands griped the table edge and I gritted my teeth together as I subtly rocked my hips back and forth, urging you to turn the butterfly back on, but with a wicked smile you simply signalled the waitress to bring the check and sat back in your chair. “Sit still,” you quietly commanded, “I don’t want to see another movement out of you that is not directly ordered by me.”

The sheer power in your voice had me struggling to comply. I was torn between the instinctual urges of my body and my desire to obey. Whimpering quietly, I willed my hips to be still. You settled the bill and came around the table to pull my chair out and help me up in a perfect display of gentlemanly charm. As you gently pulled me to a standing position, we were both able to see the puddle of juices that had pooled on my chair during our meal.

You did not speak to me all the way home, nor did you play any further with the remote in your pocket, much to my disappointment. The edge was fading, leaving me feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. My frustration had only just begun.

Pulling into the driveway, you issued your next command. “You will go straight to the playroom and kneel in the corner to wait for me. I want your hands clasped tightly behind your back and your nose to the wall.” You reached out and opened the car door. “Do NOT disappoint me,” was your last command as you stepped out of the car and slammed the door, heading for the house without so much as looking back at me.

I hurriedly opened the car door and got out. I waited until you had entered the house to follow you inside and I did as you had directed, heading immediately down the stairs to the playroom. I grabbed the lighter from the dresser right inside the room and lit all the candles as I knew you preferred and then took one last quick look around. Sure that I had everything to your suiting, I moved to the far corner and lowered myself to my knees, my dress billowing out to settle around me. I reached my hands behind my back and grabbed my wrists, thrusting my breasts forward as I did so. Taking a deep breath, I leaned towards the wall, stopping only when my nose touched the cool paint. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting….

I had no idea how long you would keep me like this, nor what you would do to me once you entered the room. I tried not to think about it, failing miserably as thoughts raced through my head.

I was so caught up in my thoughts and fretting that I did not hear you descending the stairs. I sensed you behind me and longed to turn and look at you but I didn’t dare. Roughly, you grabbed my hair and yanked me away from the wall, causing me to lose my balance and collapse unceremoniously at your feet. “Stand,” was all you said as you again yanked hard on my hair, causing me to yelp out as I struggled to regain my balance and stood.

I noticed that you had changed, wearing only your black leather chaps. “Arms up,” came your next command as you lifted my dress over my head, leaving me only in the corset, garter, stockings and heels. “Come,” you ordered, pulling on the chain between the nipple clamps as you started to the middle of the room. I had no choice but to follow you. Leading me to the center of the room, you walked over to the sawhorse and stopped looking at me with fierce eyes. “Extend your arms behind you,” you ordered gruffly.

I nodded and reached my hands out behind me, extending my arms straight out. In a moment, I felt you closing the sleeve over them and tightening it ruthlessly. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply to remain calm. You knew how much I hated the sleeve. I realized that you had been absolutely serious when you had said tonight was not about my desires. I cringed with each tug you gave the laces, pulling the sleeve tighter and drawing my arms together behind my back until my elbows were touching each other.

Once my arms had been secured in the sleeve, you reached up and took off my diamond choker, replacing it with the same leather collar and D-ring I had on when you first arrived home. Hooking your finger through the ring, you tugged firmly for me to follow you, as you stepped upside the sawhorse and said, “Straddle.”

I couldn’t believe my bad luck, not only the sleeve but the sawhorse too? I swung my leg up and over the sawhorse and positioned myself carefully over it. Thankful for the heels I wore, I quietly let my feet bear the majority of my weight. “Stay,” came yet another gruff command, and I obeyed.

You walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. I shut my eyes, silently cringing that I had not set out something you were after. I wondered if it would add more punishment to my seemingly unending sentence. I could not bring myself to remember that it was still only Friday night and we had the whole weekend to go. My pussy was already throbbing, as was my ass from its earlier whooping.