The story started in The Rules, and continued in A look inside the box.
By now, I am hard as a rock, and having been getting that way ever since I handed you the box. Thank god I am wearing boxer briefs, or things would be a little too obvious. As it is, I am thankful of the dark suit, because I am feeling a buzzing in the head of my cock, and traces of precome seeping out of me. Tonight will be a night neither one of us will soon forget, and the morning will be even more memorable.
While we are nearing the end of the meal, I ask you "isn’t technology great? I mean, the things they can do with miniaturization are wonderful. Have you ever seen how the items, such the one I just gave you, work? It’s just a simple spinning disk, but, so off center that it wobbles out of balance, and jiggles. But it’s so fast."
You nod, unsure where I am going with this "Sweetie, I don’t think we really want to say much more about . . ." you cut yourself off with a gasp as the vibrations start inside your ass. "H-h-how did you do that?" you whisper.
"Like I said, miniaturization is wonderful. Remote controls are even better, n’est ce pas?" I quip. "The rules for tonight are simple. Whatever I tell you to do, you do." I’m thankful you can’t turn the tables on me tonight. I am, however, looking forward to the next night we place this game, and I am the one being commanded.
"Yes," is all you can breathlessly say for a few seconds. "Maybe we should go? Before I leave a wet spot?" I agree, and signal the waiter for the check.
He comes over and hands me the slip, and says everything is all set. I nod, and move to get up.
"Aren’t you going to pay?"
"That’s the nice thing about places like this. You can make all SORTS of arrangements. Like, leaving a credit card number in advance."
We stand, you with a little consternation, as if something was bothering your legs or back, or something. I chuckle.
As we get outside, the car is waiting for us. We get in, and sure enough, the music was left right where I wanted it: Sweet Jane is starting up.
"The live version is so great, isn’t it, sir?" the valet asks.
The valet hands you into the car, and you notice his eyes drifting down your body to your lower legs, and then back up to your thighs. You wonder what else I might have arranged, and if the valet knows anything that is going on.
You look at me, with a question on your face as we drive off.
"No, darling, he doesn’t know a thing. You just happen to have beautiful legs and a gorgeous ass, and no red blooded male can help but look at it." I jibe. "Now, lift the hem of your dress a bit, I want to feel that waxing you just had done." I command you.
You obey, and my right hand reaches down to playfully stroke the inside of your thighs, slowly easing them apart, and brushing your outer labia and mons. My fingertip tugs gently on your clit ring, already coated with lube and your wonderful juices.
You yelp in surprise at the next light, as I put the top down on the car. Now, anyone in a vehicle higher than ours can see what I am doing to you.
(to be continued by _pantone292_)