I walk into the bar nervously, my eyes quickly darting to my phone again to reread the message from you for the millionth time. It says you’re standing at the very edge of the bar, to my right when I walk in. You’ll be in jeans and a black top. Most importantly, I am to kiss you on the mouth as soon as I make my way towards you. My face red, I look up from my phone and see a man matching your description nodding his head at me. I can feel everyone at the bar staring at me. After all, I’m in a tight gold cocktail dress and tall black heels. I had just come from a work gala and asked you if I should go home and change before meeting you at the bar. But you liked the idea of me coming all dressed up, and especially that I would stick out from everyone else dressed in casual attire.
Trying to ignore all the looks, I force myself to walk over to you, and, without thinking, wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you passionately. Your lips meet mine and I feel your tongue dancing around in my mouth. You’re a good kisser, and I’m disappointed when you finally pull away. We stare at each other for a moment, breathless from the kiss and taking each other in. Seeing pictures of someone is not the same as seeing them in real life. I smile coyly as I appreciate your jawline, your broad shoulders and athletic build, and the playful look in your eyes. I suddenly find myself blushing and hoping you like what you see as well.
You brush the napkin off the bar onto the floor.
“Pick it up, slave," you say staring into my eyes.
Hurriedly, I immediately drop onto my knees, trying to keep my dress from riding up as it surely will if I just bent at the waist. As I pick up the napkin, I see you lift your left foot so the sole of your shoe is facing me.
“Kiss it, slave."
The shame of kissing the bottom of your shoe turns my face a bright red again. I quickly scan the bar, but it doesn’t really look like anyone is paying attention to us anymore. I kiss your shoe and feel you pushing your foot forcefully towards my mouth. I force myself to continue kissing it until you see fit to put your foot back down. Standing back up, I notice you seem pleased with me.
“Slut, I want you to take off your underwear and hand it to me.”
I whisper a quick, “yes Sir,” and begin to leave for the bathroom when I feel your hand around my wrist.
“Now, do sluts deserve the privacy of a bathroom when changing?” I gasp, immediately realizing my mistake.
“No Sir, I’m so sorry.”
“Now, slut,” you say clearly as I pause, unsure how to proceed. Looking around again, I reach my hand under my dress and try to pull my thong down as quickly as possible, so nobody sees. I hand it to you, and you place it on the bar counter bunched up by your plate.
“For trying to go to the bathroom,” you explain when I open my mouth to protest. “So anyone who walks by and cares to look closely can see and smell your wet thong on the table and know what a dirty whore you are.” You then pull a small bullet vibrator out from your pocket.
“Up your cunt it goes, whore.” I quickly take it before anyone can see what it is and reach beneath my dress again, surprised at how easily it’s able to slip in and how soaked I already am.
“Lick your fingers off now slut. Taste how wet you are.” I place my thumb and index finger in my mouth, cleaning them off.
“I taste good Sir,” I say softly, a small smile creeping on my face. You laugh and kiss me again.
“Why don’t you go buy me a drink,” you say handing me some cash and telling me your drink order.
As I walk towards the middle of the bar to signal the bartender, I feel the vibrator turn on and start pulsating inside me. I turn around and see a mischievous grin on your face and realize you must be controlling it on your phone. Trying to steel my face I catch the bartender’s eye and give him the order. As I hand him the money, I feel the vibrations increasing in my cunt and know you’ve turned it up. He looks at me quizzically noticing the expression on my face but says nothing as he gives me your drink. The vibrations subside as I head back to you.