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You smile as you check the time: 8pm, just in time for dinner with her. You quicken your pace, suddenly feeling impatient.
The bar is dimly lit when you enter, buzzing without being noisy. It was one of her favourite places to go to - you didn't quite understand why, because the limited menu options and general vibe was more suited for drinks. But she liked it, and you enjoyed seeing her pleased.
You look around the bar, blushing when you notice her, wondering if she stood out to only you or to every other man in the room.
"Hey," you murmur as you sank into the seat across from her, smiling.
"Hello darling," she smiles. "How was your day?"
"Good," you say. Your heart is already starting to beat wildly - and you'd barely even finished saying hello. She always had that effect on you, and you wondered if you'd ever get used to it. Probably not, you think.
"What are you such deep in thought about?" she asks, teasingly.
"A stunning woman," you reply, smiling.
"Oh?" she raises an eyebrow.
"A stunningly beautiful, sexy woman," you add.
"Flattery won't get you out of tonight's task," she smirks.
You sigh. "Must I really do it here?" you ask, blushing.
"Yes," she says without a beat, waving for the waiter's attention.
"Can't I do it at home instead?" you're aware of how whiny you sound - but you almost can't help it.
"Another complaint and you'll be asking for punishment," she says firmly, as the waiter approaches.
You place your orders, and she leans back against her chair, surveying you coolly. "What are you so nervous about?" she asks, shifting in her seat as she crosses her legs. You wonder what shoes she's wearing.
"I just don't feel comfortable knowing someone else could walk in at any minute!" you reply, somewhat indignantly.
"You'll be in the toilet," she points out, rolling her eyes. "Who's going to barge in looking for you?"
"Anyone could just walk in if they wanted to, and you know the locks here are useless!" you sputter.
"You're annoying when you whine," she replies, a bored expression on her face. "Let me make this easier for you. If you don't do it, you won't be touching yourself for the next week at least."
"Does that mean you'll touch me?" you joke, and immediately regret it - she's scowling, and her eyes are starting to narrow dangerously. "Just kidding," you say hastily, "Let me know when I should do it," you add somewhat meekly.
"Before dessert," she says firmly, as the waiter arrives bearing food.
The meal goes on uneventfully enough - the usual after-work gossip and dinner conversation puts you in a pleasant mood, even slightly relaxed - you almost forget about your task.
"Would you like some dessert, or maybe another drink?" the waiter asks as he clears the plates.
"I'll have another one," you quickly say, pointing to your beer.
"Your delicious chocolate cake for me," she smiles at the waiter, who grins back. Despite yourself, you feel a slight twinge as you watch him walk away.
"He's cute, isn't he?" she giggles, looking straight at you.
"He was totally flirting with you," you reply, rolling your eyes.
"Well you're the one who's always asking me to wear this top," she says defiantly.
"Not without a bra!" the words leave you before you realise your mistake, and the regret is instantaneous.
"I think it's time for your task," she snaps, adjusting the delicate straps of her thin black top. They criss-crossed across her shoulders enticingly. It did look better without a bra, you admit to yourself grudgingly.
"Do I have to supervise you?" she asks, impatient.
"No Mistress," you reply, blushing.
"Good boy. Now go," she instructs, just as the waiter approaches with a slab of rich, dark chocolate cake under a scoop of white, creamy vanilla ice cream.
It takes you barely ten minutes to complete her task - it really isn't difficult, you think to yourself, but it is...challenging when you arrive back at the table.
"Show me," she immediately instructs, before you've even sat down.
You obediently reach into your pocket, pulling out your cut-up briefs and her pair of grooming scissors.
"Good boy," she murmurs, casting a cursory glance at your ruined underwear. "How does it feel?" she asks, gesturing for you to put the briefs and scissors away.
"Um," you blush, "It's tight," you say, quickly stuffing the items back into your pocket.
"Of course it is," she rolls her eyes once more, spooning chocolate cake and ice cream into her mouth. You watch as she licks the spoon clean.
"You liked watching me in them last night, didn't you?" she asked, looking up and straight into your eyes. You feel time stop for a moment.
"Yes Mistress," you answer, marveling at how quickly she got your blood racing to your cock.
"And you're wearing them today, right now, for me," she smiled.
"Yes Mistress," you say, your heart beating louder.
"Do you remember how wet I was?" she murmurs. You watch as she leans in and her top slides lower, exposing the top of her breasts.
"Yes Mistress," you say again, painfully aware of the wet tension around your cock.
"Did you spit in it before putting it on?" she asked, tilting her head to smile at you.
"Yes I did Mistress, just as you instructed," you say, your breath catching as her smile widens.
"Have some of this. It's so good," she abruptly says, and you obediently oblige as she spoons the last bit of cake and ice cream into your mouth. "Delicious, isn't it?" she grins.
"Yes Mistress," you say softly, as the waiter arrives just on cue to clear the empty dessert plates. You watch as she smiles and thanks him, his eyes drifting past her face, drinking up her top and lower to her legs...you realise you have no idea what she's wearing. A miniskirt perhaps, you think.
"Check please," she says to him, and he cracks a lame joke before walking away.
"He seems to like my top," she says pointedly when the waiter is gone, raising an eyebrow.
"As he should," you say, blushing as your eyes take in her decolletage and cleavage once again.
"I think he rather likes my shoes as well," she adds nonchalantly.
"Oh?" you ask, your cock stirring at the mention of the word shoes.
"Have a look," she says, crossing her legs elegantly to the side.
Your breath catches as you take in her legs, clad in tight denim jeans, feet covered up in a pair of delicate heels - thin gold straps, criss-crossing her feet just as the straps of her tops criss-crossed her shoulders.
"They're beautiful," you say, and your cock twitches involuntarily.
"Thank you, darling," she purrs. "I can think of one more thing that's matching my top tonight," she adds with a sly look.
"What's tha- oh" you pause abruptly in the middle of your question, blushing hard as realisation hits you.
She looks down at your crotch. "I think we'd better continue this at home, don't you?" she asks innocently, standing from her seat.
"Yes Mistress," you blush furiously, struggling to stand without your erection showing through your pants. Her used panties really provided minimal concealment, you think to yourself as you walked out behind her.
"You'll be hand-washing them after we're done tonight, by the way," she says as you exit the bar. "We really have to go shopping for more. I'm not wearing any tonight," she adds teasingly. "I'd rather watch you struggle to keep your erection in them than wear them myself..."
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