3 comments/ 14589 views/ 0 favorites Date Night Ch. 03 By: looksee73 On some levels, I can't disagree with her. This is pretty incredible. Yet on other levels, I would wholehearted disagree with her. Such devious torture! Three, two, one. I start stroking again as the dwindling timer hits 12:30. This time, I'm not entranced by the clock. I take a look down and see the waitress has a black skirt and black hose or stockings. Heels on her feet, but not too high because she has to walk around all night. Then a random thought hits me. I'll bet that look around the theater before she sat down was just instinctive. A bar employee isn't supposed to sit down while on their shift. She wasn't looking around the theater to see if I was being watched. She was making sure that no one would see her sit down while on the clock!! Giggling to myself on the inside, that realization somehow peaks my arousal, and I have to slow down a bit to keep from edging too early. I smile to myself and then look back up at the clock, five, four, three, two, one, "Edge." I look up to her face again. She's not watching me this time, but looking toward the door. Gasping for breath as I've edged yet again, struggling to hold my cum inside as my arousal faintly subsides, I see you standing in the doorway with your hands folded under your breasts, essentially squeezing them together to exaggerate your cleavage. I swoon a little as I feel my arousal surge, and I have to concentrate to keep the cum in my cock. My breath catches as I almost lose it, and I see you begin to laugh out loud. You look at the waitress as you say, "I'm not sure, but I think seeing me standing here just made him edge without even touching himself." I then hear the waitress start to giggle again, and it's all I can do keep myself at bay. After a few seconds I finally feel like I can safely breathe again. I take two deep breaths as I compose myself when I hear you say, "Three, two, one, go." I spin my head around and see 10:30 on the clock and start stroking. Slowly. I know I'm not far from the edge as I begin and lightly stroke myself. My balls feel like they're about to burst now. It's almost as if I'm riding the edge instead of building up to it. There just wasn't enough time to recover this time. Slowly I continue stroking, again entranced by the clock. Even though I'm watching the clock, it's as if time is moving in slow motion. I hear your voices talking, but I cannot comprehend what you're saying. My entire universe is limited to stroking my cock, watching the timer, and not cumming. After what feels like ten minutes, I finally hear in the background of my trance, "Five, four, three, two, one, stop." I take my hand away and time stands still for a moment. It's like the clock is stuck on 9:00 for a full minute. I'm completely out of it. Every ounce of my being is concentrated on holding in my cum. I don't know if I'm breathing. I don't know if the play has started again. I don't know if my heart is still beating. Then I feel something pressed to my lips, and they instinctively open. *Cool* Mmmm, Crown and coke. I swallow, take a breath and audibly exhale, "Ahhhhhhhh." I look up and see you standing there smiling down at me, holding my drink in your hand. I blink rapidly a few times, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It's almost as if I was hypnotized. Then you say to me in a stern voice that is all too familiar, "The timer is moving. Get yourself ready." And suddenly I'm back. I look around, the waitress is just staring at me, eyes wide in disbelief, mouth hanging open just a bit. I look into her eyes and smile, and she smiles back. I look down at the clock, 8:34. Three, two, one. And I begin stroking again. I note that my orgasm subsided quite a bit this time. The drink really woke up the rest of me. I feel slightly refreshed. I'm able to stroke at a medium, steady pace. And then I see out of the corner of my eye, you stand next to the waitress and lean down and whisper something into her ear. I look into your eyes as you whisper, with your hand cupping your mouth so I can't read your lips. I then notice a slow smile spread across her lips as she looks away from me and up at you briefly. I then look down and see the time is nearly arrived, so I begin to speed up my stroking to time the edge again. I take in another deep breath. Five, four, three, two, one, "Edge." Again, I'm breathing deeply, heavily as I take my hand away squeezing my cock to hold the cum inside yet again. This time I reach toward your hand holding my drink. "May I have another sip?" I notice that the drink is nearly empty now. Perhaps that last drink was more than I thought? You reach out to hand me the drink, and I finish it off in one big gulp. Feeling refreshed again, I look up and hand the empty glass back to you. You return my gaze smiling the widest grin I've seen in weeks. Finding that a bit odd but blowing it off because of our situation, I look down at the clock and see 6:33, 6:32, 6:31, 6:30. Again I start stroking. I notice that the crowd is getting louder now. No doubt, everyone is making their way back into their seats to resume the show. Somehow, the surrealness of my situation increases with the additional voices and chatter in the background. That somehow enhances my arousal too, and before I know it I hear your voice, "Five." Already?! Oh, I speed up my stroking, panicked as I'm not ready to edge yet. "two, one..." "Edge, Mistress. Edge," I gasp, just barely reaching the edge in time. Though it was a short edge, my balls felt like they would explode out of my head! That quick ramp up had the unexpected effect of making everything more difficult to stop! Oh, I had to really bear down and squeeze VERY hard to hold it all in. Then finally, as I exhaled a deep breath, I looked up at the clock. It already said 4:40. Only ten seconds until I have to start again. The lights in the theater began to dim as I read the clock count down three, two, one. Stroking again. Slowly. Lightly. I had not completely fallen away from the edge, so I was very close like before. I tried to look around the theater and listen to the stage dialogue to distract my arousal just the slightest bit. My breathing was very shallow now as I tried to hold back the edge. Realizing that nothing short of the fire alarm would have a chance of distracting my arousal, I looked back at the clock as it wound down. As the time neared, I only slightly sped up my strokes, keeping them feather light. Five, four, three, two, one, "Edge," I whispered so quietly that I'm not even sure I heard myself say it. Holding my breath, I squeezed every muscle in my abdomen trying to hold in my cum. I noticed you begin to crouch down next to the waitress who was still sitting in your chair holding the clock. Finally, I exhaled and was able to relax a bit. I could tell that my muscles were nearing their fatigue point. I was getting quite tired, and I'm sure I looked it. I slumped in my chair just a bit as I looked down and saw you on your knees just a foot away from me. You smiled up at me with glowing eyes as you silently mouthed the words, "One more." I nodded my head and looked at the clock. Moving my hand toward my cock I watched and counted, mouthing the numbers silently, "three, two," when I felt something different. I looked down and saw your hand pushing mine away and start stroking me. My mouth must have just missed your arm as it hit the floor. OH WHAT AN INTENSE, DELICIOUS FEELING your hand is creating. I was approaching the edge faster than any others yet tonight! I watched you as you watched my cock in the dark theater, stroking me to the edge for what seemed like the hundredth time of the evening. I looked up at the waitress, and she was smiling from ear to ear watching your hand stroke up and down my cock. It looked as if her breathing was in unison with your stroking. At first it was deep and slow. Then it gradually sped up to short, quick, ragged breaths. Soon it looked like she was panting, just like me. I looked down at at the clock, 1:50. Almost a minute to go, and I was...... Oh, oh.... I gasped as softly as I could, "Edge, mistress. Edge." But you didn't stop stroking. I sucked in a deep breaths, I just continued silently mouthing, "Edge. Edge. Edge. Edge. Edge." I looked up at the ceiling mouthing the word over and over again, sucking in just a little more air each time. "Edge. Edge. Edge." I don't know how long I held that edge when, suddenly I realized something had changed. Something was different. What the? I continued mouthing silently, but now it was "COLD. COLD. COLD." Snapping my head down, I saw a large bag of ice covering my crotch and four hands holding it in place. I tried to scoot away, but you moved a hand to grab my chair. Before I knew what had happened, I was no longer on the edge. I was no longer hard. I was no longer aroused. My balls felt swollen the size of tennis balls. My sweating had stopped, and my remaining energy had drained from me. I was totally spent. I could hardly move a muscle. I slouched in my chair severely, and my eyes fell shut. Finally, I heard the bag of ice shift. The noise rousing me, I opened my eyes and looked down through the dark to see my package was now shriveled up as small as I can remember ever seeing it. My whole groin was red and numb from the cold ice. I could feel the ache from my balls all the way up into my stomach, like I'd been kicked there 100 times. Then I hear a faint whisper in my ear. "Crawl over to her," and my chin was lifted and turned to my left. I saw the waitress standing near the door to the theater box with my pants in her hands. I slumped to the floor and slowly crawled over to her. You then helped me stand up, and the two of you slid my pants back on. You handed me my drink, and I took a BIG gulp from it. Feeling a bit refreshed, I reached down and started to zip up and put myself together. You slid my shoes near my feet, and I stepped into them. No laces are pretty handy at the strangest times. Finally dressed, the waitress opened the door to the box. You grabbed my hand and walked into the corridor dragging me behind you, the waitress shortly behind me. You look back and smile at me. I smile back, and then like a relay race I look back and smile at the waitress. She smiles back, and I notice she's carrying two empty glasses. About that time, rational thought has started to return as I look down. I'm carrying the remainder of my drink. The waitress has your empty glass. I think for a second to replay the past couple of hours as best I can, and it escapes me. We approach the bar near the entrance to the theater. I take the final swig from my drink and set it on the bar. I look back to the waitress who is now back in work mode putting our dishes in the sink. She waves and bids us a good evening, and we wave back as you don't stop walking through the lobby, me following along behind hand in hand. Finally, as we are outside approaching the car I ask, "Where did that third glass come from?" You keep walking in silence until we reach the car. You then turn and look me in the eyes. Smiling, you grind your hips into me, grab my ass and pull me close. Suddenly, I feel something in between us, a lump or something down there. You keep looking into my eyes, like you're waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Then suddenly I realize you're grinding into me, and I'm starting to get hard but cant!!! I pull away and look down, and you start giggling. I look back up to ask you what's going on, but then I see it. You've donned a necklace. And there's a key hanging from it. Panic hits me, and I look up into your eyes. I don't even have to say it. You slightly nod your head up and down. "Really? You locked me up? In there? In front of HER? In that theater?" You just keep nodding your head and chuckle at me. Your chuckle turns into outright laughter for a moment. Then, finally, you catch your breath and say, "I told you. Pay attention to this play. It's my favorite of all time. Oh, and by the way. Thanks for getting us tickets in the box. It's the best view in the house." With that, you wrap your arm around my neck and pull me in for a deep, passionate kiss. (THE END) Date Night Ch. 03 We ate in companionable silence, his eyes feasting on my bare skin as I quickly shoveled chicken fried rice into my mouth. He finished his food much faster than I did, refilled his water, and proceeded to sit back in his chair, watching me. "What?" I asked, chopsticks halfway to my mouth. Rice fell off the sticks onto my plate as I looked at him nervously. "Just enjoying the view." I snorted. "Thanks. I'm hungry. That took a lot out of me." He nodded, smiling. "So... you said something about boundaries? You've been lax? I mean, I don't think you have." He laughed, a low, slow sound. "I've been lax. I'm correcting that mistake. Finish up." My eyes held his for another second, then I continued eating, faster than before. After the container was empty, I threw everything in the trash and he led me to my large, plush bathroom. This was probably my favorite place in the house, all white and blue, and the whirlpool tub under the skylight was my favorite place to spend an evening. He turned me around to face him and turned the lights on against the setting sun. He pulled the strap of my bra down my shoulder slowly, replacing it with his mouth. My hands reached up to toy with his nipples through his shirt, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. He caught my hand and pulled it behind my back, thrusting my chest out. Slowly he traced a finger between my breasts, using his nail to raise a red welt on my soft flesh. I sighed. He released my hands suddenly, using the piece of fabric between my breasts to pull me towards the tub and hold me there while he turned the water on. His hands traced up my curves to my back, undoing my bra. My breasts spilled out, six purple bruises ringing the pale pink skin, and I got a satisfied purr from him. He ducked his head to pull one into his mouth and my head fell back with a moan, the bruises smarting with the pressure of his sucking. As he turned his attention to my other breast, his hands traveled down to toy with the waist of my skirt. I sucked in air as that ball of pleasure began to settle in my stomach again. His hands pulled down the skirt and it fluttered into a pool of fabric on the bathroom floor. He stepped back, turning me in a full circle, letting his hands trace lightly over my body. "Your body is exquisite. Made for pleasure and pain." His voice grew low, and I felt that ball in my stomach tighten. "Kneel at my feet." I dropped to my knees, hitting the floor with a deep thud and wincing. He smiled darkly at my enthusiasm. "I love how much you want to serve me. I love that you don't worry about your own safety in your rush to serve me. Your enthusiasm is admirable." He rubbed himself through his pants. "I want to shove this cock in your mouth right now, but there is something erotic about having you naked in front of me while I'm fully clothed." I grew wet as he leaned over to pinch my nipple, hard. "I can do anything to you, you see." He pulled me forward by a chunk of my hair, rubbing my face against the front of his pants. I could feel him hard and ready through the denim as his zipper scraped my nose. I whimpered. He pulled back on my hair sharply, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You have grown increasingly defiant lately, and far too independent for your own good. Tonight, you do nothing without my permission. You don't speak or stand out of turn or punishment will come swiftly." My mouth went dry and my thoughts went from frantic to still. I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding and averted my eyes, studying the silver swirls in the bright white tile. "Good girl," he breathed. I kept my eyes on the tile, stilling the part of my mind that screamed You idiot! You're a fully grown woman! Just get up and walk out. I didn't want to walk out. I didn't want to get up. He didn't want me to get up, and I loved pleasing him. I loved the exquisite torture that only he could provide. Everyone else was too gentle, too worried about hurting me. I felt my hair pulled back, this time gently. He raked his fingers through it, massaging my scalp, and I purred happily. He twisted my hair lightly and clipped it up on my head so that it only reached to my shoulders and spent some time arranging it just so. I knew he loved my hair long, loved the texture and feel of it, and I loved the way it felt on my bare back, or the intimate canopy it made when I leaned over him, about to kiss him. His hands were lightly feathering over my shouders and my skin was sending electric shocks up and down my body. I moaned happily and relaxed. Steam came up from the hot tub, and he added some scented oil. The smell of lemons exploded in my nostrils and I smiled. "Turn around." I turned to face the tub, my mind on the lovely smell of the oil. "Bend over. Show me your ass." I leaned over and put my hands on the edge of the tub, offering my back and ass to him. I knew he loved my backside, the curved paleness of it. I knew he loved watching the red welts spring up when he took his hands to it. Right now, I felt his hand caressing it, coaxing the blood to it so that the color would spring up immediately. My breathing slowed, relaxing into the strokes of his hand, when *whack*, his hand landed a hard, flat-palmed smack on the curve of my ass. "You will thank me for anything I give you tonight. Count." I gasped and the scent of lemon screamed into my lungs. "One. Thank you, Sir," I gasped. He began spanking me at a steady pace, the air grunting out of his chest with each stroke, being careful not to hit the same place more than twice. I lost count at twenty and went limp around the edge of the tub, tears welling in my eyes and my pussy throbbing with desire. "I don't remember... but thank you, Sir." He laughed, deep and hearty. "Oh, good girl." I heard his belt buckle jingle, but was too dropped to brace myself. I felt something push against me, rub against my clitoris, and before I could rustle myself out of subspace, he grabbed my hips and I was pulled onto his throbbing cock. Both of us took a sharp breath as he held me there and I moaned against the edge of the tub. Slowly, he pushed himself into me, in and out, holding my hips tightly so that I had no choice but to move with him. The pace was just too fast for what I would have chosen, and things were building too quickly for comfort. "Stop," I intoned firmly. "Oh god, stop." His pace only quickened. "Stop, please, stop." My voice was getting ragged as the pleasure turned to pain and fear. What if he didn't stop? What if he kept going? What then? "Please, oh god, please, stop. Please." The last word was drawn out in a ragged scream as he came, hard, slamming me onto him as he moaned his release into my shoulders. "Thank you, Sir," I managed to get out. He pulled himself out of me too soon, but put his softening cock into my mouth as I lapped up our juices. I could feel him trying to grow hard again, but it was too soon. After he was clean, he lifted my face to his and tasted me, sweetly. It could have been a first kiss, but for the taste of our flesh and the small cry I gave when he reached between my legs to rub at my swollen and dripping wet clit. It begged for release, but he just smiled against my lips. "In the tub, lovely." He helped lift me over the edge into the hot, scented water. My muscles and pussy screamed against the heat that first burned and then soothed. "Let's get washed up." He poured a cup of water over my breasts and I sighed. "Enjoy, pet. You've done well so far tonight." So far? Date Night Ch. 04 ((My apologies to the loyal readers who've left numerous comments on my little story. Truth is, I was actually in an online chat-room when I wrote the story. Someone there asked the question, "Hmmm, I feel like a going on a date and getting spoiled. Anyone have any ideas?" In answering the question, this story flew out of my fingers. There was no preconception or forethought. I just started pounding keys, and four hours later, you see the result. (Of course, I did a bit of editing the next morning before posting it.) As I flew through writing it, I got so hung up on the story within the story, that I did forget to end it. I appreciate the feedback reminding me of my egregious error.)) * After I stopped talking there was a long pause. Silence on the other end of the phone. I worried that my story was so boring or uninteresting to my girl that she either hung up or fell asleep. I looked down at my phone to ensure that we were still connected. Yep. As I brought it back up to my ear I hear my girl humming in a low-voice, "Mmmm.... Ohhh, darling.... What a wonderful story." "Did you like it? Really? You were so quiet that I sort of worried that I put you to sleep. We've never really done anything like that, or even talked about it, so I was worried that you hung up or fell asleep." She replied, "Oh no, just the opposite! It was so hot, and I was touching myself all over, and I muted my end of the line so that my moans and...... mmmmmm, cumming wouldn't distract you. I didn't want you to stop telling the story, so I muted myself." Luckily I was lying down because after an ego boost like that, I'd have trouble balancing my head atop my shoulders. "You were cumming as I told the story? Oh, fuck." I had to pause for a bit as I envisioned her touching herself and cumming while I was talking, "Wow, I'm glad you liked it." I'm sure she could see my smile from the tone of my voice. "Oh, I suuure did, lover," she interrupted. "I especially liked the part with being exposed to a stranger like that. And then having her join in the fun. That was SO hot." "Thank you, sweetheart. I...." Interrupting me again, "Oh, I have questions though. Why the three glasses? What was going on with the third glass? And do you really think a random waitress would actually join in on something like that? And...." My turn to interrupt, "Wait, wait, wait. One at a time. Let's see, the third glass. I'd thought about it having a Viagra tablet crushed up in it. And I suppose that could still make the story interesting if we kept it going after the drive home. Then I also thought about it having a half tablet of sleeping pill crushed up in it, to make the blackout more reasonable. Honestly, I threw that into the story to leave myself options for later, but then the story ended, and I didn't need to elaborate. So, I haven't decided what was in it. Besides, it leaves a bit of mystery which is kind of fun. Don't you think?" A bit of a pause to make sure I was finished, she replied, "Ok. Fair enough. Then what about the waitress? That's a little random. Kind of unrealistic, don't you think?" My reply, "Only unrealistic if you didn't know the waitress beforehand. Perhaps she was a former roommate that you noticed working as we entered the lobby, or perhaps your hairdresser working for tips at night, or maybe you just noticed a gleam in her eye when you two had that silent conversation? Plus there was that one stroke-session where I didn't even notice her returning to the box until I looked up and saw her standing there. You could have chatted quietly then too. So, there were a few opportunities to make sure she was okay with everything and make a plan together. Again, I was so caught up in the story that I didn't want to get bogged down in those details, but I'll admit they are potential holes." Then in a mock-serious voice, with a hint of giggle as well, I said, "Besides, I thought you liked the story? Why are you shooting it down?" Now hearing a giggle on her end of the phone, she quipped back at me, "Maybe because my favorite show is happening at the theater downtown next month. Perhaps I'm considering putting a little plan of my own into motion..." I wonder if she heard my jaw hit the floor before she continued, "Mmmm, thanks for the story, sweetie. After all that cumming, I think I'm ready to sleep now. Good thing I'm on a full size bed so I don't have to sleep on this big wet spot. Good night, sweetie. Love, you. I'll see you soon. Drive careful when you come up tomorrow night." As I was about to reply with a goodnight of my own, I heard the phone click. Wow, she must've cum pretty hard. I'll be she's already asleep. Smiling to myself, I wondered if she's messing with me, or if there really is a show coming to town next month. Great, now I'll NEVER get to sleep. The tease is already on...