My Dates With The Dom Read Free

“I'm going to put this on you at the start of each of our adventures and take it off at the end of the fantasy. It's a reminder that the role play is on."
    I leaned in to him and he clasped it around my neck, running his finger along the length of it. “Now you're mine.” He smiled with the excitement of a child who just received a puppy for Christmas, and I wondered if he thought of me as a pet? “How are we going to manage this?” I asked thinking of what was to come.
    "Relax. We haven't even ordered drinks yet."
    A waitress came over and we did just that. Michael started a conversation about the traffic earlier and the accident that caused it. As we talked of mundane things and the situation started feeling more like a date, I saw him slip a small package out of his jacket, open it, and bring the balls under the table. “Scoot closer to me,” he said.
    I moved closer and reached for the balls thinking maybe I'd stick them in my purse and go to the rest room.
    He tapped my hand with his and shook his head. His hand started a slow trek up my leg under my dress. He leaned in to me. “Bring your ass to the edge of the chair and spread your legs wide."
    Holy shit, he was going to insert the balls right here at the table! Not that anyone could really see. It was dark and all the action was taking place under the table. But I knew what he planned.
    "This is just the first of many things I will command you to do. It's not a question, Victoria. You must obey."
    I laughed nervously. “Must? There are still the safe words."
    "Those words are only to be used if you're afraid or need more clarification. They're not words for you to lightly throw around."
    I hated the disappointment I saw in his eyes. More than anything I wanted to please him and that gave me courage. “I understand. Remember, this is my first voyage."
    He nodded briefly, but didn't postpone the inevitable. “Give me your pussy now."
    My hands clasped the sides of the chair to stop shaking as I slid my butt down to the edge of the seat. The wider I opened my legs, the faster my heart pounded. The feather-light touch of Michael's hand inched its ascent until it reached my lips. The tip of his finger slid slightly into my slit, coaxing. It circled around my clit and cajoled until my juices flowed like honey.
    As soon as I was wet enough he inserted the Ben Wa balls and removed his fingers from my pussy. “Now clench the walls shut. This is important when you get up and while we're dancing you must clamp them tight together to keep them in."
    I clamped down on them, jailing them inside me as the waitress approached with our drinks. We sat there, sipping and chatting, as if we were no more than a run-of-the-mill couple. I was just an average female there on a simple date.
    Yeah, right. How many of them had no underwear on and two one inch weighted balls stuffed inside them. I'd be willing to bet none.
    A slow song came on and Michael stood. “Time to start the dance. As carefully as I could, I stood, gritting down on my vaginal walls for all they were worth. His hand held mine, gentle yet secure, and he led me to the dance floor.
    Michael pulled me close. The clean fresh aroma of his clothes mixed with his own masculine scent would from that moment on remind me of lust and yearning. Our bodies swayed, and the weight of the balls rotated inside me. He'd tucked one up next to the G zone and it was sending some serious sensations.
    The slow number switched to a fast one, and the anxiety must have shown in my face.
    "Don't worry. Just clench and stay close to me.” He kept his hand on the small of my back and we were close enough that our dance was more of a grind, very much like many other couples on the dance floor.
    His hand squeezed my ass and pulled me flat up against his erection letting me know what I'd get later. The pressure as it moved against my clit under just a thin layer of cloth increased my arousal until my breath became more labored.
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