Dinner Date Toy

I want to control you further tonight. Can you handle that?”

Jagruthi stared at the text, licking her lips nervously. Sir had gradually escalated matters while they had been dating. He chose where to take her. Then he ordered for her. Then he picked what she wore. Then he made her always call him Sir. Then he made her edge before their date, just to make sure she would be “in the right frame of mind.” That had been a week ago, and he had made her edge every day since, no matter how much she begged to be allowed to cum.

What did he mean, he wanted to control her further? What more could he do to her at a restaurant?

She typed and erased multiple responses. Asking him to take it slow. Telling him she could handle anything. Asking about exactly what he had in mind - even though they both knew she loved being surprised. Fifteen minutes later, she finally sent:

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that, Sir. I think I’m too nervous. (Yes I can handle it.)”

She added the last bit in parentheses. She wanted to maintain the pretense of being a good girl, while still letting him know she was consenting.

The next message arrived quickly. Clearly, he hadn’t been dithering endlessly over what to say.

“You WILL do as I tell you, slut. Tell me that you are ready to serve.”

Jagruthi wiped her moist palms on her jeans. A few lines of text on a screen shouldn’t get to her this way, but her heart was already pounding. She replied.

“I am ready to serve, Sir.”

“Good girl. Wear that hot pink dress I got you, and matching high heels. AND the pink panties. Oh, and wear your anklets. The super jangly ones that will make sure everyone looks at you. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“Yes, Sir!” oh, that wasn’t so bad. She wondered why he had made such a big production of it - this was no more than they had done before.

She made sure to doll herself up to his expectations. Hair. Eyelashes. Fingernails. Makeup. Once she thought she was satisfactory, she sent him a selfie.

“Good girl. I’ll see you soon.”

She smiled. It always sent a pleasant tingle through her when he called her “good girl.” And she dreaded disappointing him. Once she had underprepared for a date with him. The look in his eyes when he had said “I’m disappointed” felt like a dagger in her heart. Now she always made sure he approved of her, while she still had time to make adjustments.

She nervously waited for the last half hour, trying hard not to bite her nails or tug at her dress. Her heart leapt in her throat when the doorbell rang. When she opened the door, there he was. He looked her up and down appreciatively. “That’s my good little doll. Come along.”

He led her to the car, opening the door for her like the gentleman he pretended to be in public. Then they were off. She tried asking where he was taking her tonight. He just put a finger to her lips and she stayed quiet. She should feel insulted and ashamed, but she couldn’t deny - she got a naughty thrill when he silenced her, especially while she was in the middle of talking. She liked feeling like her voice was his to control.

They arrived at a popular Mediterranean restaurant. She expected him to get out and open her car door, but instead he reached for something from the back. “Here. Put this in.”

Her eyes grew wide when she realized what the pink package was. A sex toy. A vibrator. She looked at him with pleading eyes. She wanted to protest verbally, but he hadn’t given her permission to speak. She wanted to tell him that she was too shy. That she couldn’t possibly spread her legs and shove a sex toy into her vagina in a public parking lot, especially not while he was watching.

His unrelenting gaze met hers, ignoring her silent plea for mercy. “NOW,” he instructed.

Jagruthi bit her lip and opened the package. She spread her legs as much as she could in the limited dimensions of the car. The hem of her dress was so humiliatingly short that it posed no obstacle at all. She tugged her fragile, pink panties to the side and worked the egg inside. He hadn’t offered her lube, but she was embarrassed to realize she didn’t need it. She was already wet.

It wasn’t her fault! He didn’t let her cum. He made her edge every day while looking at… naughty things! And here he was, being all commanding and silencing her and telling her what to wear and do…

It wasn’t her fault she was wet!

The egg went in easily. She replaced her panties and tried to tug her skirt into place. That was only a difference of a couple inches, but it still made her feel better.

“Good girl,” he said, before getting out of the car and walking around it to open her door. He led her into the restaurant and to their table.

She was already blushing fiercely. The feeling of a solid object inside her made her sensitive to every step. But even without that, she would be blushing. She was a decent girl. She wore modest, simple clothes. She liked to blend into the background.

Instead, she was drawing attention from all over the restaurant. The dress was far more low cut than anything she would buy herself. She felt like her breasts would spill out at any moment. It was so humiliating! And if that wasn’t enough, the dress was so short it was basically a blouse. What sane girl would wear so little clothing? The slightest mistake and the world would see her panties. It was naughty. It was shameful.

Oh god, she thought she could smell her own arousal. She desperately hoped nobody else would notice.

And the heels! Sure, occasionally she wore heels for formal events. Like two inch heels. Maybe three. Sir insisted on five inch heels. That, and it added to the whole Barbie color scheme. She wasn’t meant for bright, bold colors.

And then there were the anklets. Another gift from him. Heavy, metal anklets, with lots of little bells. She jingled merrily with every step, as if she was screaming out “hey everyone! Look at me! Look at me!”

She wanted to crawl under a table and hide from all the stares.

But god, part of her loved it.

At their table, Sir pulled out the chair for her. Anyone watching would think he had manners. They had no idea how rude he could be.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered, softly enough to not be overheard.

Jagruthi complied, making sure to have each hand by the opposite elbow, forearms parallel to the ground, just the way he wanted. Could she speak? He must have forgotten to give her permission to speak. Surely it would be ok.

She opened her mouth and then shut it again, remembering that the last time she spoke when he had silenced her, he made her keep dropping things, giggling like a bimbo, bending over and picking them up again - flashing her panties to everyone. Again and again. She thought she would die from the humiliation.

He picked up the conversation for both of them. He talked about his day and current events. He told her how adorable she looked while blushing.

“But,” he said, “I want to see just how deep your blush can get.”

And then the vibrator buzzed to life between her legs. Jagruthi started, jumping slightly in her seat, emitting a little squeak of surprise. She burned with embarrassment and bit her lip, desperate to keep silent as he slowly turned up the speed to the maximum.

She looked at him with desperately pleading eyes. No, not like this. Not in such a public place, in such a revealing outfit she may as well be naked!

He laughed, and turned the vibrator down to low. He resumed talking then, and after a few moments turned the vibrator off again.

Then when the waitress came over with their food, he turned it all the way up again. Jagruthi bit back a scream and squeezed her thighs together, desperately trying to keep her reactions from being obvious. The waitress gave her an odd look, but then ignored her.

Sir enjoyed a hearty meal while she sat there. Silent. Exposed. Decorative. Her hands still behind her back. Hungry.

Finally, he tore off a piece of pita bread and held it out to her in his hand. “Eat,” he told her. “No! Keep your hands behind your back.”

He couldn’t be serious. Jagruthi looked to the left and right. Was anyone watching?

“Don’t look at them, little girl. Look at me. Now eat. I expect you to be grateful for the food.”

Cheeks burning, Jagruthi leaned forward and took the bread in her mouth. She hastily chewed and swallowed it, as if eating it quickly would somehow make what had just happened feel less like an animal being fed by its owner.

“Good girl! Now you may use your hands. And you may speak.”

She did her best to appear normal through the meal. The food was good, she had to admit. And she always enjoyed talking with him. She thought his ideas were interesting, and he liked getting her perspective, using her as a sounding board.

And then, whenever she was deeply engrossed in a line of conversation, suddenly he would turn the vibrator on again. Or when their waitress came to check on them. Or when she picked up her glass of water, almost spilling on herself.

“You’re doing VERY well, pet,” Sir said with a smile. “Are you having fun?”

Jagruthi nodded shyly. “Please don’t make me admit it, Sir - ooh!”

He had turned the vibrator on again while she was answering. And this time he turned it to the highest setting and kept it there.

“You’ve been such a good girl, edging for me every day. How long has it been, pet?”

“A- a week, Sir!” she answered, struggling to keep her voice steady.

“I bet you really want an orgasm, don’t you, girl?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Oh so bad Sir I need it I need it! I’ll do whatever you want, please let me orgasm!” She whispered the last word, feeling incredibly naughty, even as she was squirming in her seat. “Please, Sir - be careful, I’m close to cumming!”

“Do NOT cum without permission!”

She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together, trying hard to control herself, keenly aware that they were in a public place.

Suddenly, he turned the vibrator down a few notches. “Oh, we’re good thank you. We’re ready for the check.”

Jagruthi’s eyes were wide. She hadn’t even notice the waitress approach. She really hoped the girl hadn’t overheard any of their conversation, and hadn’t realized why Jagruthi was fidgeting so much.

He turned his attention back to her. “Since I’m so nice and generous, I’ll give you a choice, pet.” He turned the vibrator back to its maximum setting. “You can cum right here and now… in a restaurant, in full public view, desperately trying to hide it… or I can keep you in absolute orgasm denial for a month, with you edging multiple times a day.”

“Sir!” she squeaked in protest, rubbing her thighs together. She gripped her napkin in her hands, twisting it this way and that, desperately needing to grab onto something. “I can’t do either of those!”

“You must choose, or you will do BOTH and I will spank you over the hood of my car in the parking lot.”

Jagruthi was embarrassed by the high pitched squeak coming out of her again. She was desperately torn. Cumming in public would be incredibly humiliating. She tended to be loud and very active when she came. She often gagged herself at home when masturbating to avoid noise complaints.

Well, that and because she really, really liked being gagged. But she didn’t feel the need to admit that, even to herself.

On the other hand… this week had been so incredibly hard. Per his instructions, she would tease her needy pussy, getting desperately aroused. She would feel herself approaching the peak of orgasm. Knowing that just a tiny bit more touching would send her over the edge into a blissful wave of endorphins.

And every time, she had to pull back. To stop herself from receiving that incredible pleasure. To writhe in frustrated need, knowing he controlled her orgasms, not her.

And that thought was such a turn on she almost came without permission once.

It had been torturous. She was hoping tonight he would use her and make her cum hard. A whole MONTH of the same?? She thought she would die!

“Five… four…”

She whined, desperately torn in indecision.

“Three… two…”

“A month!” she burst out. “Keep me denied for a month, Sir! But Sir, it will be so hard, can’t it be just another week?”

“Shh,” he said, turning the vibrator down to low. “Tell me that your pussy is mine to control.”

“My pussy is yours to control, Sir.”

“Tell me that I can take away your orgasms, your voice, your clothes whenever I want.”

“Sir!”

“Oh hold on - here.” He handed his credit card to the waitress, who walked off. Was she blushing? Jagruthi wasn’t sure, but she hoped not. Then he turned his attention back to her. “Say it!”

“Y-you can take away my orgasms, my voice, my clothes whenever you want, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Then he suddenly turned the vibrator up to maximum.

“Sir! What are you doing? I can’t hold it much longer!”

“I don’t want you to. I’m overriding your decision. Cum for me, bitch!”

She clapped her hands over her mouth and screamed into them, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came hard around the vibrator. Being so pent up for so long just made the experience more intense. Or maybe it was the public humiliation. Being controlled. Or needing to try so hard to keep herself as still and quiet as possible - which wasn’t very. Waves of pleasure crashed through her. Finally she dropped her hands from her mouth and took a ragged gasp of air.

The waitress was staring, openmouthed.

“Thank you,” Sir said to the waitress, giving her the signed check and a hefty tip. “You have a good evening.”

He gave Jagruthi a few minutes to remember how to walk again, and then escorted her back to the car, helping her into her seat. Once he sat down, he pulled another package out from the back seat. “Did you have fun?” he said conversationally.

“I can’t believe you made me do that, Sir! We can never go back there again. God, I hope nobody knows me-”

“Silence.”

Jagruthi immediately stopped talking

“Did you have fun?”

She hesitated, then nodded her head slowly, blushing.

“Good.” He took a pair of handcuffs out of the package. “Learn forward, slut. Put your hands behind your back.” She obeyed. She momentarily heard a soft click and felt hard metal around her wrists. Then she heard the sound of a zipper. “Come here, slut.” He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head over to his lap.

She twisted and turned as best she could, but there wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver. The discomfort was just another reminder that he was in charge. And then her lips were around his manhood.

She couldn’t believe he was making her do this. She had to suck him off in the parking lot? But what if someone looked in through the windows? They could see!

“The longer you take, the more likely someone will see you acting like a cheap whore,” he said in a disinterested tone.

She couldn’t have that! She put her lips and tongue to eager, if inexperienced, work. She did her best to make up for it with enthusiasm as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. And then she felt his cock twitch, and tasted his cum. She started to lift her head up, but he firmly pushed her down, keeping her in place with an iron grip as his cock twitched softly again. Then he still kept her in place, his grip on her head tight.

God, she loved it when he manhandled her. Treated her like a toy. Put her where he wanted her, giving her no say in the matter.

Finally he pulled her head off his cock. “Take off your panties,” he instructed.

She blinked, then obeyed, lifting her hips off the car seat, hooking her thumbs in the sides and sliding the too-thin material down her legs. She offered the soaking wet panties to him in one hand.

He took them from her with a smile… then gripped her hair again, tilting her head back slightly, and shoved the panties into her mouth. She let out a squeal of protest, then accepted it, tasting both his cum and her own.

“Good girl,” he told her and she beamed with pride and humiliation as he drove her home - in a slutty dress, her wet panties in her mouth, her hands cuffed behind her back.