I arrived at the restaurant a half an hour later than I had promised.
I didn’t mean to be late–in fact, I left the office a few hours early to take care of some things before meeting him. After work, I drove to my favorite fetish shop and purchased some new gear and a few new toys and then went straight home to get everything set up.
I prefer to have things ready before J comes over–I adore watching his reactions when he walks into the bedroom and sees everything laid out and set up for us. Sometimes he flashes a beautiful smile and then tries to conceal his excitement. Other times, his eyes go wide and he can’t hide his nervousness. My favorite reaction is some combination of the two–excitement and nerves–particularly when he realizes I’ve purchased some sort of gear he never expected or an implement he never imagined I’d be interested in. Sometimes I think he underestimates me, and I’ve come to enjoy watching his mental process when he realizes his error.
As I approached him at the restaurant, I saw an empty highball glass on the bar and another (nearly empty) glass in his hand. His back was to me, and for a second, I considered turning around and leaving–on date nights, J isn’t permitted to drink alcohol without my permission. When he asks, I almost always allow it. For me, it’s not about wanting to control whether or not he has a drink, but more about knowing how much he’s had. On occasion, it’s about me wanting to alter his headspace on my own, by whatever means I choose.
It was disappointing to learn that before we even had the chance to say hello, J had already broken a rule. I fucking hate it when he does that–it puts me in a terrible situation. I know I should “punish” him by refusing to see him and/or refusing to play with him, but I don’t get to see J that often–refusing to play with him means I don’t get to play. Denying him the opportunity to see me means I don’t get to see him. For those reasons, punishing him means punishing myself.
I was disappointed, but I wasn’t willing to miss out on seeing him.
Fuck it, I thought.
I sat down and kissed his cheek. I didn’t say anything or look at him right away, but instead, I got the bartender’s attention.
“Vodka tonic with lemon for me… ”
I turned my head deliberately and looked at the drink in J’s hand before turning back to the bartender.
“… and another scotch for him… neat… a double please.”
As the bartender turned away to prepare our drinks, J said something about waiting for me, knowing I generally give him permission to have a drink…
I cut him off mid-sentence and turned to face him, but didn’t let my expression betray my disappointment.
“I’m not going to let it ruin our evening, but don’t do it again. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am. I’m sor… ”
I waived his apology away with my hand as our drinks arrived…[read “dressing Domme, part 2]
|dressing domme, 2
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When the house lights went down and the front lights went up, I wrapped my hand around her neck and tasted her. I was gentle, giving her a moment to open up to me… [read more]
He writhed while pumped his cock with my other hand. After a few moments, he arched his back and tried to fuck himself against my hand… [read more]