0 comments/ 16494 views/ 1 favorites Date Night Ch. 01 By: looksee73 Awhile back, a girl I was dating was home visiting family for the holidays while I was stuck back at our apartment, having to work. She called me that night, in the mood for some fun phone talk. We were a little new to phone sex, so we didn't really know how to get it started. We giggled a little bit back and forth until we were about ready to give up. We were both horny, but we didn't want it to be so blatantly cheesey that it seemed like we're watching a $1 porno. Finally, she said to me, "How about you tell me a story?" "A story about what," I asked. She replied, "Hmmmm, tell me a story about taking me out on a date. A date where you really spoil me and give me whatever I want. Something fun. And don't leave out any details." I replied, "Well, I need to know more than just that. What would you be wearing on this date?" Without missing a beat, she replied, "Short black skirt, thigh highs with garters, low cut colorful satin shirt, knee length high heeled boots." That was enough for me to set my mind in motion. I replied, "How about this..." "We start the night with dinner at a restaurant/bar. We sit far enough from the bar that the bartender isn't our waiter, but close enough that it isn't awkward to send me to the bar for drinks. We are seated side-by-side so that you can reach over and "play" all you want, get me revved up, and then make me walk to the bar for another round of drinks while you watch me walk, embarrassed with a big hard-on and noticeable wet spot. Following this thoroughly embarrassing dinner in which you stroked/teased me under the table while flashing me your wonderful breasts and thighs, we're off to the theater. Not a movie theater, but live theater. Your favorite play is in production, and we have box seats above everyone else so you have unfettered access to my "parts." After taking off my pants at your insistence, the fun REALLY starts." "How the story so far," I ask. "I hope it's doing the trick." She replies "If I had on panties, they'd be wet. I like it so far, very much." Note to self, when a girl wants to go out, remember that when you make your plans: It all depends on her outfit. I continue with the story, "With my pants completely off , rather than around my ankles because you like the idea of me being "caught" by the waitress, you use my precum for lube as you tease me while watching the play. You make a show of your cleavage and thighs which makes me practically drool. Since this is your favorite play, you've seen it ten times and know the story. Just to tease me, you quiz me throughout, warning that a wrong answer will have dire consequences. I have a difficult time concentrating on both your tease AND the production. You're so good at administrating a Mind Fuck Deluxe! You give me a break on the 5th correct answer and move your hand to your own crotch for some nice playtime while I watch. After a minute, you bring your hand up to my face and rub juices on my upper lip. Now I have your scent filling my lungs on every breath. Such exquisite torture! Just as I get used to the new scent in my nose, you replace your hand in your skirt and play some more. While I watch, mouth agape, you bring yourself to a hushed, but nice little orgasm in just a couple of minutes. All the while, I'm panting, tongue hanging out, trying to lick the juice from my upper lip, imagining being between your legs, cock THROBBING and LEAKING all over. You pull your fingers out and tease me by waving them in front of my face but not letting me lick. The aroma is pungent and makes me swoon a bit. Then without warning, you wipe them all over my face. Then, as if on cue, there is a tap at the door to our box, and we hear "It's the waitress from the bar. You care for a drink?" You tell me to go fetch drinks, and I gulp in response. I stumble on weak knees to the door. Since I'm not wearing pants, I merely poke my head around from behind the door. The waitress tries to come in, but I don't budge. She takes the hint and stands outside. As I order the drinks, she's looking at me and hears a loud *SMACK*. I jump into the partially opened door and yelp! The waitress' eyes are big as saucers, knowing that could only be the sound of skin on skin contact. The direction I jumped gave away what obviously just happened. Upon turning seven shades of red at both ends, she retreats to get our drinks. Luckily it's intermission, otherwise the entire theater would have heard the spank. After closing the door, I turn to see that you have a shit-eating-grin on your face, and your eyes are sparkling like I've never seen. You look so playful and happy. My heart swoons. I look down and see that you have my wallet from my pants in your hand and a $20 bill lying on my chair. I step toward and reach for the money, and you say, "Leave it right there. You can't pay her until I'm enjoying my drink." Instantly, my swooning heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, as that means just one thing. *Knock Knock Knock* My head shoots up, eyes wide. You take your seat at the rail as the intermission nears the end. I'm torn between wanting to please you, not wanting to be exposed, wanting to get your drink, not wanting to be seen with a hard dripping cock. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* The knock is louder this time. You whisper to me, "If I have to answer that door then I'm leaving with your pants in my hand." My heart thumping, sweat on my brow, panic surely showing on my red-hot face, I turn and grasp the door knob. Turning it slowly, I step aside and behind it as I pull it open. The waitress quietly enters as the theater dims and the audience goes quiet. She makes eye contact with you, and you smile at her. Then you whisper, "He's paying," as you nod towards me. The waitress turns to me, smiles as she looks me in the eye. Holding the just below her breast level, she must not have seen my bottom half yet. However, she notices my obvious panicked look and sweaty brow. Instinctively, I look down at the floor in shame. Her eyes follow mine, and then it happens. *Gasp* As the dialogue on stage begins, I hear your giggle as you await my next action. After a momentary pause, the waitress holds her tray to the side as she gives me the head-to-toe-and-back-up appraisal. She smiles, pauses for a moment, and then whispers, "That'll be $12.25 for the drinks." Obviously, she's not planning to give me the drinks without being paid first. So I start for my chair with the money on it. This being a theater box, there isn't much room for maneuvering, so she steps to the side as I squeeze between her and the back of your chair. My cock catches slightly on her apron and leaves a wet streak on her notepad. I grab the cash and we exchange the money and drinks. She then puts the empty tray under her arm and reaches down to her apron for change when she sees it. She sees the streak on her notebook. She looks up at me, and I look at her. Then I feel you grab my balls from behind and between my legs. You pull down firmly and whisper, "Don't be rude. Clean up your mess." I reach to hand your drink to you, but you do not take it. Instead, you tug down harder on my balls. Getting the picture, I gingerly kneel down in front of the waitress. I reach to set down my drink, and you whisper, "No." Understanding your thoughts completely, I strain to reach forward with my mouth, but the waitress steps back, unsure of what's happening. You giggle and tell me to stretch, all the while keeping a firm grip on my balls and squeezing them a bit. You then look up at the waitress and smile at her as you dart the tip of your tongue out and slide it across your lips from right to left. Then you give the waitress another big smile and nod towards me. Looking apprehensive, the waitress takes a half-step forward and watches, mouth hanging slightly open. I strain forward, stretching my neck and ball sac and reach with my tongue. Barely able to reach the waitress, I swipe at her notebook with my tongue. The waitress, looking a little panicked glances back to you. You whisper, "It's okay. He's well in hand." You reaffirm your control over me with an additional squeeze to my balls as you speak to the waitress. I grimace a bit and emit a soft groan. Apparently this finally relaxes the waitress a bit. She takes another half-step toward me, and I reach out and lick my precum from her notepad and apron. You whisper "good boy," which brings a renewed reddening of my face and sweat on my brow. The waitress reaches in to make her change when you whisper, "That's okay. Keep the change." My head spins around to look at you in horror! My mind screaming to myself, "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!?!" But of course, I don't say anything as I notice a bit of laughter from the audience obviously responding to a joke in the production. Somehow, you and the waitress exchange looks, giggles and have an entire unspoken conversation in the 3-4 seconds before she leaves closing the door behind her. How you women do that is beyond male comprehension. You then give my balls a super-hard squeeze and tug downward for a moment. I drop my head, hunch my body down and grimace in pain, trying to keep quiet as the theater is also quiet. After a few seconds you release me. I pause for a moment to regain my composure, and then straighten back up. Still on my knees, I spin to face you and extend my hand to offer your drink. You smile, take it from me and take a sip. Smiling at me again, you nod to my drink and whisper, "go ahead." Date Night Ch. 01 He walked into the house, and I could see on his face that he wasn't pleased. "Everything ok?" I asked, and he shook his head curtly. I shut up. Not a good thing to talk when his temper was ignited. I watched him throw his keys and backpack on the table, pull out a soda, and take a few huge gulps before putting the cold can to his forehead. There was a glowering silence behind his movements, like barely restrained rage, and I wondered why he had bothered to keep our date if he was in such an obviously foul mood. He dropped into the recliner with his eyes closed, toeing off his shoes, and became very still. Five minutes went by, ten minutes... he didn't move. I had gone back to my bookkeeping, glancing over to look at him every few minutes. Something was going on. I filed my charts, put the laptop to sleep, and went to crouch by the recliner. No motion. "Hey. What's going on?" I asked, in as non-confrontational a tone as I could muster. Silence. Just as I was taking a breath to ask again, he said "Pull your hair back." It took me a moment to register and I'm sure if his eyes had been open, he would have laughed at the confused look on my face. As it was, he opened one eye after a few seconds and added "You aren't going to want me to do it for you today." His eye closed. My mouth went dry as that spark ignited and I took the tie off my wrist and made a ponytail from my long, dark, chestnut curls. "Good girl," he said without looking, and handed me his soda. I put it on the coffee table, my hands starting to tremble. I'd never seen him in a mood like this. His hand shot out and gripped my ponytail, making me jump, but he just held my head there comfortably, his fingers tangling themselves as he looked at me for the first time. "How was your day?" I had to clear my throat and lick my lips before I could answer. "Fine, just fine. Got a lot done. Files, you know..." I trailed off, weakly. "How about you?" I winced. "Not going to talk about it. Don't ask again." I nodded, feeling the pressure of his hand in my hair. He looked down at my bare legs and feet and for the first time, I saw that familiar hunger, only this seemed to have a fierceness to it that I hadn't seen before. I felt a throbbing at my core and we both watched as he shifted his weight in the recliner to put his other hand on my leg. "Are you wearing something under that skirt?" I nodded. "Off." My face turned pink, but I stood up and reached under my skirt to pull off my panties. "Slowly," he warned, and I met his eyes as I slid them down my legs to the floor. That penetrating gaze set the butterflies alight in my stomach as he motioned me to kneel in front of him. He drew me in for a light kiss, completely inappropriate to his mood, and then reached for my ponytail again. "Pull out my cock and get rid of some of this frustration for me, won't you?" I eagerly unzipped his fly and pulled him out, long and hot and hard already. As I leaned in to wrap my lips around him, I felt my hair go taut in his hands. I tried again, but his grip on my hair wouldn't allow me close enough to take him in. "Come on..." I said, and his other hand shot out to grab my breast, hard. I gasped. "I'm not in the mood for whining from you today. I told you what to do; now do it." I swallowed heavily and leaned in again, struggling against the grip he had on my hair. I pulled, he pulled, and I started to get wet from the struggle. His eyes gleamed darkly when I glanced up to try and figure out what he was doing, and he suddenly pushed me forward, impaling my throat. I gagged and sputtered, and he held me on for one second, two seconds, as I pushed against him and struggled to catch my breath around the dick deep in my throat. He pulled me off, gasping for air, then kissed me sweetly on the forehead and brushed away the water from my eyes. One hand plunged down the front of my low-cut shirt to play with my nipples. "Thank you for wearing an easy access shirt. It means I won't have to take everything off quite yet." He stood up and pulled me back onto his cock, this time allowing me room to move and breathe. I worked my magic on him, moving my hands and mouth up and down, licking, tasting, enjoying the feel of something hard and hot in my mouth. Tugging at his balls, I found them already taut with his pent-up orgasm. As he came closer and his moans intensified, I slowed the pace, challenging myself to take him deeper. His hands had moved to either side of my face and his breathing became ragged. He was close, and I smiled to myself. "You going to tell me what put you in such a pissy mood?" I challenged with a smirk, blatantly disobeying him right at his moment of greatest pleasure. Before I could inhale, his hands tightened on my head and forced me towards him, once again shoving his cock as far down my throat as he could. I thought he would stop and reprimand me, but he continued ramming his cock down my throat, face-fucking me as hard as he could. Just as I was seeing spots in my vision, he came, hard, holding himself to the back of my throat as I frantically swallowed. When he was spent, he slumped back on the recliner while I coughed and gasped between his knees. "I told you we weren't talking about my day," he said tiredly. "Get my box." He put himself back together while I slowly got up, working the kinks out of my jaw. I went into my bedroom and pulled out the black box that held... what, I had no idea. He had given it to me when our relationship first began, giving me instructions to never open it, as he would know. I had always been tempted to, but I believed with absolute certainty that he would know I had opened it, so I didn't. There always seemed to be something different coming out of the box, though I never saw him replenish it. I handed him the box apprehensively. This was always a big unknown, always thrilling, though it always meant pain. That was his favorite aphrodisiac. And in his current mood? I rubbed my jaw as he opened the box, setting it so that I couldn't see inside. He pulled out a handful of wooden clothespins and closed the lid, lining the pins up on the table in front of him. My pussy throbbed. Silently, he motioned for me to kneel in front of him again, and he reached into my shirt, pulling out a full breast. He massaged it lightly with his hand, picked up a pin, and with a quick pinch, positioned the pin just outside my nipple. I enjoyed the first pinch of pain and then the slow crescendo, building up to a steady throb. He placed two more, and then surveyed his handiwork. I looked curiously at him, as he had positioned the pins flat with my chest instead of sticking out. He smiled at me, but I didn't dare ask him why. He repeated the process with my other breast, and my first was beginning to throb noticeably. Smiling and much more relaxed, he pulled my shirt back up, hiding his work. His hands traveled low, down my leg, and lifted up my skirt just enough to get underneath. A sound of pleasure, a low purr, signaled that he had found me wet and ready, and though my breasts were beginning to hurt, I moaned as he dipped his fingers easily in and out of me. "Very nice..." he said. My eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation, so I didn't see him take a clothespin and pin it to my labia until I felt it. I gasped - this one hurt - and winced at him. "Oh, that bothers you?" he teased, "Maybe your smart mouth finally brought you something a little less... pleasurable." He clipped another one on the other side and removed his fingers. Without his fingers in me, the clips just hurt. I made sure not to move, but my displeasure registered on my face. He smiled at me, an edge in his look. "Stand up." I did, moving gingerly. My cunt and breasts were on fire, and my legs kept hitting the clothespins under my skirt. He sat back in the recliner. "I'm hungry and you should eat too. You're going to get us something to eat, and when you get back, I'll take off the pins. Not before. Should any of them come off while you're gone, I'll find an even more tender place to put it." My jaw dropped. I was already hurting and getting food would take 20 minutes if I moved as quickly as I could. Worse, I would be in public when I couldn't hide my discomfort. "That's not fair," I said, and his smile grew larger. "No, it's not. I suggest you go before one of them comes off. And move carefully." He picked up his soda can and sat back in his recliner, pleased and relaxed. I went to get food. Date Night Ch. 01 We are out. It's date night. We go to a local karaoke bar. We are drinking and having a good time. You make sure I drink much more than you. Not forcing it down me, but allowing me to drink to excess with gentle encouragement. I know I'm safe. I know I'm protected. You will let nothing bad happen to me. I sing. We have close down the bar. I have nearly exceeded the amount of alcohol I can handle without being sick. You gently guide me out of the bar. I'm feeling randy, and I start attempting to paw at you, which you gently brush me away and remind me to be as ladylike as possible. I straighten myself and lean my head against your shoulder and allow you to guide me to the car. You open up the passenger side door for me and make sure I don't hurt myself getting into the car. You ask me "Wanna have some fun on the way home?" and I respond with a slightly slurred "Yes, Sir". You tell me to put my arms down at my sides and fasten my seatbelt over them securing not only my torso, but my arms. You gently caress my breasts before giving me a passionate kiss and shutting the door. You walk around the car and get in the driver's side. You get my purse and get into our special pocket. The one where I always keep one vibrator. This time, it's my pink bullet. You turn to me and kiss me again. While kissing me you run your hand up my thigh beneath the hem of my dress and start stroking my panties. I moan into our kiss. "My pet is wet. So, eager." "Yes, Sir." You take the bullet and slide it beneath my panties and rest it between my folds, directly on my clit. While there, you dip your fingers within me. I gasp, then whimper when you withdraw. You bring your fingers to your mouth to have a taste of my sweet juices. "My pet tastes exquisite." "Yes, Sir." "Perhaps my pet wants a taste?" "Yes, Sir." And you kiss me again, allowing me to share the taste of me with you. You turn on the bullet and I cry out. You quickly set it to the "roller coaster" setting. As you pull away from me, you bare my left breast. I half-heartedly protest before you start the car and start playing with my nipple. "Shush pet. It's very dark and no one will see. Our drive is very short. We will be home soon. But maybe not too soon." Whimpers "Yes, Sir." As you drive, you hear my whimpers and moans of pleasure. Every time we stop, you pay special attention to my exposed breast with your mouth. While driving you reach over and caress it every once and again. "That's it pet. Ride it out. But do not cum yet. Can you do that for me?" "Yes, Sir." My cries, moans and whimpers get louder as I continue to ride the waxing and waning vibrations of the bullet. You know I'm getting close. We're nearly home. "Pet, you are doing so well. I know you want to cum, soon, but not yet." I whimper loudly and look at you pleadingly. I begin to pant. We reach the final stop sign before we are home. You bend your head down to my breast and look up at my face. "Cum for me my pet" then you draw my nipple into your mouth with such strong suction. Lapping away at it with your tongue. I cry out "YES SIR" and proceeed to start cumming. You straighten up and proceed to drive while rubbing my swollen nipple gently. "Ride it for as long as you can pet. Give your Sir lots of your juice to lap up once we're home." As I start to wane, you tweak my nipple causing another gasp and another brief wave of ecstasy. We pull up to the house. You stop the car and turn it off. You look over at me and see me with my head tossed back, eyes closed, and panting. You pluck at my nipple and I hiss before turning my head toward you and slowly opening my eyes. You cover my breast back up, and turn off the bullet. You slide your hand back up my thigh to retrieve the bullet. "My my pet, you are so very wet. You came pretty hard didn't you?" "Yes Sir." You quickly get out of the car and retrieve me from the passenger side. Again you support me as we enter the house. After you secure the door, you quickly guide us to the bedroom. I start to head towards the bed, but you grab my arm and stop me. "Patience pet. Let me help you with your clothes." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." You go to one knee to help me remove my shoes. You run your hands up my thigh high stockings to grasp my panties and remove them. You hold them up to your nose and breathe in my scent. Your eyes fill with lust. I am still very drunk, very horny, and weak from cumming so hard in the car. I start to swoon. "No pet, be strong." you say as you get back to your feet to steady me. You guide me closer to the bed, and remove my dress from over my head. All that is left is my bra which you quickly remove. You stand back to admire your pet. I begin to cover myself. You swat at my arms.. 'No pet. Do not cover yourself. I want to see what is mine." I comply and let my arms go limp. "Good Girl." You admire me long enough that I start to swoon again. You firmly push me backwards so I collapse onto the bed. You quickly kneel between my legs. "Spread." I slowly spread my legs for you, but cover myself with my hands. "I said don't cover yourself." You reach under each leg and grab each of my arms at the wrist. Now, I cannot cover myself, and you are firmly between my legs so that I cannot close them. You bury your nose into my snatch. A quick stroke of your tongue reveals to you how drenched I am and also how swollen my clit still is. Once you have firmly planted your face in my pussy, you release my wrists as you know there is no way I can cover myself from you anymore. As you begin to work me over with your tongue, you start to elicit the same sounds that I made in the car making for an orgasmic song of sorts. Different strokes of your tongue produce different noises from me. Soon I'm writhing uncontrollably. You lift your head up, "Pet, do you want more?" I do not answer. I'm panting trying to catch my breath. "Do you want more? Answer me." I nod my head. "Do you want more? Answer me, I cannot hear you" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir." "Good girl." I give you a goofy grin. You know I'm totally at your mercy. You also know I'm very drunk, very tired, and very uncoordinated. You strip the stocking off of my left leg. You gently but securely tie the foot of the stocking around my ankle. You guide my leg as far to the left as it will go and you tie the top of the stocking to the foot board. You do the same with my right leg. Helping to keep me spread open for the application of your will. You dive back into my muff. While you are lapping at me with your supple tongue, and darting your tongue into my fuck hole, you reach up to play with my tits and nipples. My nipples, already semi stiff, harden like pebbles under your talented fingers. After you have made me cum, again, you look up... "I think it's time to start opening you up my pet." "Mmmmmmmmmmm." You lower your head and start working my clit exclusively with your mouth while you slowly insert your index finger into my fuck hole. "Such a tight little slut tonight, aren't you my pet." "Yes, sir." You continue finger fucking me until you have in three fingers. You know I'll allow you to press more fingers into me, but you do not proceed because you don't want me to be too loose. My the noise I'm making you know I'm close to cumming. You stop all stimulation. I try to grab at your head to force you back into my cunt. You grab my arms and pin them. you lean over me and lick at my hard nipple...then the other...you grin evilly... "Do you want something my pet?" "You know I do." "Tell m.e" "Damnit you know what I want!" "Now pet, you are forgetting your manners..." "Fuck my manners!" "Tsk, tsk, that will never do..." You get up and pull our formal restraints out of the drawer. When you turn back towards me you see me fumbling with your knots in my stockings. "Oh no, you don't." You grab each hand and restrain one to the headboard and one to the foot board, as you did with my legs. "Now my pet, do you want to try again? Tell me what you want. And use good manners this time." I growl, "Damnit, you know what in the fuck I want," I say in a very deep low menacing voice. "Oh no, my pet has forgotten her place. She has also forgotten her manners. Maybe a time out is in order." "No, Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'll be good Sir." I plead "No, my pet, it is too late for that now. I gave you several chances. You need this time out for you to reflect." You return to our special drawer. You return to the bed and place a blindfold over my eyes so I cannot see you. You put DJ style noise canceling headphones over my ears and turn on your favorite album to fuck to. I open my mouth to scream in frustration and you meet the gaping hole with a ball gag. You gently press a medium sized butt plug into my anus. I feel your weight on the bed by my head. You remove one side of the headphones from my ear. "I'm going to go fix me something to eat. I'm going to need my energy because when I return, you will pay for your lack of manners with your cries of passion!" You drop the headphone back over my ear and I feel your weight leave the bed...I now have no sense of where you are, what you are doing besides what you have told me, and I feel so full by the butt plug you have put within me. Before you totally leave me to go fix your food, you put a vibrator on the lowest setting between my clit and my fuck hole. I scream in frustration from around the gag. I can see you in your minds eye chuckling to yourself because you know I'll be wet, yet not able to get myself off... As you leave the room, you see me trying to move my hips so that the vibrator falls into a more efficient spot....... Comments and votes encourage me to finish my tale. Date Night Ch. 01 =========================== Author's Note-My first submission here, and the first thing like this I've written in a while. I'm going to take some flak for posting it in this category as opposed to elsewhere, but seeing what passes for Loving Wives here, all the death and torture and anger and hatred, I don't think that anyone can really challenge what does and doesn't belong here. So really, this story is dedicated to a very vocal minority of people on this site, especially those who've responded to the comments I've made on other stories about what belongs in this category and what doesn't. This is a Loving Wives story, although there are elements of other categories to be sure, it is a story about a loving couple and their adventures with extra-marital play. But before you go further, this is a story of cuckolding. It includes elements of BDSM play between a husband and wife during a mutually agreed upon cuckolding session. If that bothers you, don't read any further, don't scroll down to the bottom to flame me in the comments, I don't care what you think quite frankly. If your only objection to the story is based on the kinks I have that you don't, please don't bother. If you have actual criticisms of the story though I'd like to hear them, as I said I haven't written anything for a while and I'm curious to see if anyone other than the sub who inspired this tale and assured me that he loved it and that I am absolutely brilliant because I think he feels he has to enjoy it ;) =========================== It was a little after five in the afternoon and II stood in my bathroom, blow drying my hair and humming along to a tune running through my head. I couldn't remember the name of the song, nor who it was by, and the lyrics I had going in my mind were probably way off. It had come on while I had been driving home from work though and it had been exactly the kind of upbeat song to get stuck in my head on a day like this. I giggled as I caught sight of myself in the mirror, humming and dancing along to a song in my head, getting ready to go out on a date and feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl. At my age no one was certainly going to mistake me for a schoolgirl, but I knew that if I were to put on a short little pleated skirt and a tight blouse I'd still turn some heads. I'd put that to the test at the last office Christmas party, and even now on my third straight year of celebrating my thirty ninth birthday I still had men drooling all over me. And looking at myself in the mirror I could see why, no sense in being falsely modest. I'm not particularly tall, but I've been told that my legs seem to go on forever regardless, and they probably are my best feature. Or at least they are if you look all the way up to the ass like so many men seem to whenever they get the chance. I work hard to keep it pert and yet nicely round, looking like an upside down heart with my slender waist. I also work hard to keep my body on the whole tight and petite, making what might be a modest bust on some look very nice indeed if I'm allowed to brag a little. And that day in particular I thought I looked fantastic. I had to after all, I had a date. This new guy in the office, fresh out of college, tall, blonde, handsome and muscular, just thinking about him there in my bathroom was getting me a bit wet. He'd been so adorable, it was clear he wanted me from the first day he started, but he'd not seemed able to work up the nerve to ask me out. I was his boss after all, and that always seems to do something to guys. So I finally called him into my office just that morning and told him he was taking me out on a date. I'd insisted that we were going out to a little Thai place I liked, he was taking me dancing, then I was going to come back to his place and fuck his brains out. He'd stammered and stared and finally nodded, turning quickly I think in the hopes I wouldn't see how hard I'd gotten him. This isn't the way things are supposed to be done after all, the young little sluts in the office had been batting their eyes and flirting with him, but none of them had just declared their intention to ride him like a cowgirl until his balls were dry. That's not how guys like him are used to operating. But then, it's also probably why it worked, and why I had a date for tonight. I'd taken the day off after lunch, going out to pick out a new dress and some makeup to wear out, and then as I got home I sent a very important text. It was Friday night, and I needed to let him know I had plans. Him? Oh not my young blonde hunk from the office who I was starting to realize I might need to try to remember his name before he showed up. No, this was to someone else who needed to know that I had a date, and that he needed to come home to help me get ready. And as I finished drying my hair and started to put it up I smiled to myself as I heard the front door opening and my name being called out. "Karen? Are you home?" Came a voice, sounding slightly nervous and unsure, "I got home as soon as I could, I had to take one last meeting after I got your message." I smiled to myself, "Yes Mark, I'm in here." It was Mark I had to text about my date. My husband. He came quickly to stand at the entrance to my, or I suppose more accurately, our master bathroom. I turned to look at him. He is everything a woman could want in a husband. He's tall, at least as tall as Mr. Hunky from the office, and although like me he's not going to be passing for some college kid any more the most it's done to him is give him a little grey on the temples of his otherwise still very full and magnificent black hair. He is built like a swimmer, lean and tall and with absolutely gorgeous muscles that, on that day at least, were hidden beneath a very nicely tailored suit. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing several times as I could just read the gamut of emotions running through his mind. "You...you dyed your hair." he said, and while it was perhaps it wasn't the most obvious thing a man should be commenting on upon learning that his wife has a date and he's been called home to come help her get dressed for it, it was in fact true. My hair is normally a light, sandy brown, but from time to time when the mood struck I would go a few shades lighter into a definite 'blonde' range, both to hide any gray hairs that were most definitely /not/ showing up, thank you very much, and also simply because I liked it. I also knew the effect it had on my husband. You see, Mark is everything I could want in a husband, both because he is tall, handsome, funny and smart, but also because he is completely, utterly, hopelessly submissive to the right woman. And he has a weakness for blondes that I've known and teased him about for about as long as I've known him, so if there is one thing that I can do to really set him off it's that. "Yes slut, I did" I told him, my voice dropping half an octave or so, out of my normal, conversational tone and into a range that would let him know that we were 'playing' now and that he needed to respond accordingly. The name I called him was for that as well, and I could see his eyes jerk up from having strayed down to my tits so he could meet my gaze. His mouth fell open for a moment and he swallowed, looking at me as I smiled at him. "And I didn't hear you address me properly when you got home just now, did I?" "No Mistress, sorry Mistress." He just stared at me, and a quick glance down at his slacks told me he had gotten the message. His cock was rock hard already, making a very, very nice bulge. I had no idea what my date for tonight was packing, but I knew that if it was anywhere near as nice of a cock as Mark's I would be in for one hell of a ride. Mark took a moment to collect his thoughts before trying to speak again, his voice cracking slightly, "You..you have a date Mistress?" Ah yes, my date with....Jim? That sounded right, I just smiled and nodded at Mark, "Yes my dear, and you're going to get me ready, then I'm going to get you ready to wait up for me." I turned and looked back at the mirror, "There is a bag on the bed" I told him, "There is some lingerie in it. one set for me, and the other..." I just left it hang in the air, he knew very well where the other set would be going. Now, I can hear some of you already wondering why with as much as I am praising my husband physically I had made a date, and why he seemed so okay with it. Well that's the thing. My Mark, my sexy, funny, wonderful man, he's helplessly and shamelessly submissive to me and devoted to me. And so, he knows that I will from time to time go out for fun, and it turns him on. Oh he might get jealous and stammer and blush about it, but even as I was asking him to go and fetch lingerie for him to put on me for my date I could tell how horny he was and how much fun I was going to have with him both before and after my date. For although no one would ever tell by looking at him, nor be able to tell by seeing him at his job or in his normal life, my Mark was a cuckold. He was /my/ cuckold to be precise, my wonderful, loving, worshipful slave, and he would do or allow me to do whatever I wanted. And that was exactly why we were so happy. I returned to looking at myself in the mirror, making sure that my hair and makeup looked good as Mark rushed into the bedroom to find the bag I had left on the bed. "You had best be dressed appropriately when you come back in here" I called out to him, smiling to myself as I heard him gasp at what he found in there. It took him a couple of minutes to get undressed, and when he returned I could see him breathing a bit faster and swallowing nervously as I turned to look at him. Gone was the suit he had worn to work, as good as it had looked on him I found what he was wearing now far more fitting at the moment. He had stripped out of everything he had on when he had left this morning and put on the present I had bought him, a pair of sheer, white, little lace boyshort panties. My smile grew wider as I saw his reaction to wearing them, he was conflicted about it, I knew he was, but one part of him was always honest about the things we did together. "Someone is feeling eager." I said as my eyes fell on his cock, hard and thick and pressed up against his body by the tight panties, the head of his cock peeking out slightly from the waistband. He didn't respond right away and so I took a step towards him, reaching out and running my fingers up along the shaft of his cock, outlined so nicely by the thin layer of soft satin material. "Mmmm, do they fit slut?" I asked him, and he let out a sudden breath as my hand rubbed his cock and he nodded his head. "Ye...yes Mistress...they fit very well." His face was turning red as I slid my hand down to cup his balls gently through the material. "Are you ready to help me with mine?" I asked him, glancing at the bag he held in his hand. He nodded and I stepped away from him, giving him room to set the bag down and take out what I had purchased for myself. A new pair of black silk stockings with a matching garter belt and a pair of black lace thong panties. I smiled at him as he held them up, his hand shaking a little, I knew how much he loved me in stockings, it was why I wore them. Both for nights when I wanted to give him something special, and nights like tonight when I wanted to drive him wild. I allowed him to pull my panties on first, stepping into them and letting him pull them up my legs slowly. Then came the garter belt, and finally the stockings. His hands trembled as he pulled them up slowly one by one, carefully, my hand running through his hair slowly as I felt his warm breath against my stomach. He was on his knees by now, someplace he always seemed to feel more natural, it was what made our marriage work. "Good boy." I purred, and he looked up at me expectantly, a hint of pride in his eyes at being spoken to like that. And then I turned around, facing away from him. "Show me what a good boy you are." He swallowed and nodded, leaning forward and pressing his lips against my ass, right in the center of my left cheek, kissing me through the sheer panties. "Th..thank you Mistress," he said as he pulled back "Thank you for letting me dress you." I nodded and started to walk into the bedroom, beckoning for him to follow me. After a moment's hesitation he didn't stand, instead crawling after me like an obedient pup. I had to chuckle at that. "You may stand up," I told him "You're going to need to to help me finish." I gestured to the little black dress I had picked out to wear that night, one I knew he loved, completely backless and cut high enough that the tops of my stockings and the garters would show if I wasn't careful. Or when I was careful to make sure they showed, as the case may be. He nodded and stood up silently, helping me into my dress before zipping it up, I could feel his cock pressing against me a few times as he did but I said nothing. Finally, he helped me pick out jewelry to wear, a pair of pearl earrings and matching necklace he had bought me for our last anniversary. When all was said and done I could see he was almost overcome with lust, the tip of his cock slick with precum as it strained against the soft, satin panties. He looked at me, not speaking, clearly waiting for me to make the next move. He knew what came next, what always came next, and I simply nodded my head. "Get onto the bed," I told him as I gestured towards it as I turned to my dresser. Inside the top drawer I found what I needed, several lengths of rope for just this kind of purpose. He assumed the position, laying on our bed on his back, spread eagle and with his arms stretched out above him. He waited, nervous but obviously eager, as I came and began to tie him, wrapping a rope around each of his ankles and wrists and tying them one by one to the posts of our bed. He lay still as I bound him securely in place, his breathing growing faster and faster. When I was done he finally spoke up. "Are you leaving now Mistress?" he asked, looking over at the clock on my nightstand, I hadn't told him what time my date was picking me up. I smiled and nodded at him, standing beside our bed and reaching over to stroke him through his brand new set of panties. Not his first, but I bought a new pair each time we played like this. "Yes dear, you know you don't get your reward until I come home." He moaned and looked up at the ceiling, feeling my hand tease his cock like that. "Ye...yes Mistress...I know...Will...will you be..." He didn't finish the sentence, I placed a finger to his lips. "You know that's not how this works." He moaned again, the truth was he had no idea what I'd be doing while I was out, how far my 'date' was going to go. And he never would. Oh, he had ideas, he always did, but this wasn't about him watching me or getting to know all about my exploits. I wasn't going to go get fucked by some hung, dominant stud so he could watch and get jealous. This was about me, about what I wanted, and that was simply how things worked. I'd come home later tonight and I would reward him for his patience and his obedience with a night that made our regular sex life look pale in comparison. And considering what our regular sex life looked like that really meant something. I stood, smiling at him and blowing him a kiss. "I'll see you tonight my eager little slut." I told him, "That had better be ready for me when I get home." I pointed at his cock, hard and aching no doubt, and I had no doubt it would be that way when I returned from my date. And with that I walked out of our bedroom, going to meet my young, handsome, so obviously eager to please toy for the evening, knowing my loving, devoted husband would be waiting at home for me aching and subby and desperate. I couldn't help but grin, all was as it should be. To be continued... Date Night Ch. 01 I write based on my imagination. All the characters in this story are of legal age and consent. In other words, over 18. ***** It's Sunday night and you know the drill. Every Sunday, we would go out for dinner and a movie. Tonight was Mexican, not that you knew it. You spent most of the meal on your knees under the table. That was why we picked Sunday. Less people went out so the two businesses we chose would be less busy than usual. Less chance for you to get caught. Though, I could tell that the waiter tonight was overly suspicious of the number of times you took a "bathroom break" that night. Each and every time, I would just grin and give your hair a tug under the table. In my right hand was the device you had learned to love and hate at the same time. A switch that wirelessly controlled the vibrator that was buried deep in your pussy. It was always inserted right after you got out of your shower and before you got dressed in your slutty best. A pair of heels that made your sexy ass look much more defined and helped to make long legs look so much longer. A pair of thigh high white stockings. It was always thigh high, always stockings but often switched colors depending on what else you were wearing. White was the color tonight to go with the pink skirt you wore. It barely covered your ass cheeks, which were hanging out rather obviously because of the lack of cover that your pink thong offered. On top, a white button up blouse that was just a size too small. For a good reason. The way those buttons strained against the pressure that your large tits offered made every single move you made that much more interesting. Trying not to pop out of the few buttons that I did allow you to have buttoned. Under that was a black cup less bra that offered merely support but no cover. It would add to the humiliation that everyone could see those perky nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the blouse. Your hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail that offered for a good handle for those times you had your face buried between my legs. It also helped those rare times when you refused to do something or tried to show a spark of stubbornness. Which you seemed to be prone to. But those moments were few and far between. Like now. With you on your knees, your make up smudged from the time you'd spent between my thighs, pussy juice coating your face, you had tried to deny me of my second orgasm of the night before my meal had even come. However, you were persuaded by a simple click and a very powerful buzzing deep in your cunt. I could feel you adjusting under the table as the waiter came by once again to ask what it was you'd be having that evening. I could tell it was taking you all of your self-control to keep from moaning out loud when I ordered you a tequila and a simple soft taco. Chicken instead of beef. Limiting your food intake make the evenings that much more fun. And I loved the surge of control it gave me to order for you. The young man's eyes darted towards the legs of the table and then back up to me. He knew something was going on, but couldn't quite figure out what. Or maybe he knew what was going on and just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that a slutty woman like you would possibly be acceptable to a well dressed woman like me. After he left, I gave your leg a nudge with the toe of my black, leather knee high boots. Without much of a fight, you slowly crawled out from under the table on your hands and knees. Your ass high in the air, giving me the first urge of the night. However, that would have to wait. We had plenty of time to get to that. Besides, I carried a large purse and plenty of toys for the trip to the theater and even during the movie. Quickly, you wiped your face with the napkin and straightened your hair. The few people that were in the restaurant gave you looks and a few whispers were exchanged, but you didn't seem to care. "Seems as though you had fun down there," I whisper slyly with a soft wink in your direction. My fingers curl around a simple glass of water and I take a sip before sliding it in your direction. The only response you seem to be able to muster was to pick it up and take a long sip yourself. It wasn't long before our food arrived and you took small, slow bites, your eyes on the table the whole time. I didn't prefer to eat in silence, however, you were having problems keeping quiet from the stimulation of the vibrator in your pussy as well as eating at the same time. Which would probably explain why your plate simply had a few bites taken out of it when the waiter came back. "Get up, go to the bathroom and take off your panties, slut. I don't think you'll need them tonight and the waiter has been looking at you since we got here. I think he'd appreciate a tip and a story to tell his friends. Hurry back." Without a word, you got to your feet, a bit shaky on those heels because I hadn't ceased the vibrating. However, I did stop it as soon as I saw you reach the door to the women's restroom. While I waited, I sat and finished my meal. Just in time to see you come back. The blush on your cheeks was a rather welcome sight. I was starting to get the impression I had lost my touch in embarrassing you. Once you took your seat, I waved the young man over and looked in your direction. "Speak up, slut. I do believe you have something you'd like to say to this young man, right?" There was that blush again. And your eyes, almost begging me not to make you do this. But you were in too deep. And you knew the punishment would be anything but pleasurable if you didn't do as you were told. Last time you had been rented out to a sorority to use for the night. Both as a house maid and a sex slave. I had a blast watching those young college aged girls going to town on every hole in your body. Making messes on purpose just to watch you clean them up. To watch them push your face in their toilets when they weren't cleaned to their liking. You swore after that, you'd never let something like that happen again. You wouldn't ever be a disappointment like that. "I just wanted to give you your tip, Sir. And a story. I know you think I'd been going to the bathroom all night, but that's just not true. I've been under the table servicing my Mistress like a good slut should." There was that blush again. This time, it came from him. I guess they didn't cover this in the training manual or something. He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, your hand came up from under the table and slid that nice pink thong across the table to him. From the look of it, he didn't seem like he was going to take it at first, but he did and walked away quickly. "Very good, whore. Finish your meal. We have so much more to do tonight," I said simply enough as I leaned back in my chair. For the time being, the remote to your vibrator was tossed into my purse and my water was picked up. A long sip was taken and the glass was put back down. I tossed a pair of twenty dollar bills on the table and then rose to my feet. A slight adjustment of my own thigh length black skirt to make sure I was covered modestly and the red tank top I had on before I made my way to the door of the building. I could tell you shoved a few bites into your mouth before rushing off after me. Not even able to take the time to adjust your own skirt, the table next to us got a nice show of your bubbly ass as you ran away. Once we were out of the restaurant, I made my way to my car. The black BMW sedan chirped and unlocked at the press of a button on my key ring. Then, taking your place in the passenger seat, you spread your knees wide in the seat and waited. If I wished to play with you before or even on the way to the theater, you made sure that I had the access I might need. I had to admit, you were such a good submissive, and I was going to make sure to reward you one way or the other. In a fluid motion, I opened the door to my side of the car and slid into my seat. Once the key was in the ignition and the car was cranked, my eyes came to rest on the wet pussy you had put on display for me. I'm sure your mind is just reeling with what I could possibly be thinking. However, that's for me to know and you to sit back and enjoy the ride. Next time: The trip to the theater as well as the movie. I wonder if you'll manage to keep quiet this time or if it will be another awkward movie experience. Oh the possibilities.