To this laudable goal, you decided to take me out. Of course, it wouldn't really work if I knew the plans you had in store. Instead, you simply invite me out for a movie date. You sweeten the deal by having already arranged childcare. You only ask that I wear something sexy.
Giggling at that, I go up to the bedroom and rummage through the closet while you gather the kids and the gear. I settle on my "nymph" outfit...a short, gauzy beige skirt and my green Ren Faire vest. I've added my deer-skin boots and white cloak since there's the outside to deal with. *sigh* The winter is wearing on me...
We're ready to go, and you have a funny smile on your lips. I frown, asking if I should change, and you kiss me, saying of course not. I look beautiful. I blush. We herd the kids to the car and get them dropped off.
Then, you pull out my collar. I swallow nervously, racing through the "rules" I'm supposed to observe while wearing it. Let you open the doors for me. Stand until invited to sit. Lower my eyes...? er...I think...unless you demand eye contact? crap. I fidget and frown. Not quite what I was wanting to do today...but... I take a deep breath and let it out. I smile, trying to learn complaisance.
I remember, last second, to wait until you open the car door for me. That earned me a grin and a "Good girl!" I smile back, blushing a tiny bit, and snuggle against you as I take your arm. We walk into the theater, you opening the doors, my following you. You buy tickets and Dots, popcorn, and Coke. We find seats in the middle of the empty theater and get settled.
Then you reach over and start caressing my thigh, pushing my skirt up a little higher. I giggle, blush, and glance around.
Nervous?I wrinkle my nose. Sorta.
But there's no one here.Yeah, but...
I jump was your fingers reach all the way to my panties. My hand lands on your wrist, then my eyes open wide at the stern look in yours. Please... it's more of a whimper than a real request.
Mine.I'm flustered. I tear my eyes from yours, glancing around, then dropping my gaze. You continue to lightly stroke the cotton between my legs.
MINE.It's a growl, a command. I bite my lip. I can feel the heat on my cheeks. yes... it's barely a whisper. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I swallow hard, struggling. I spread my legs for you, hoping to demonstrate my compliance.
Someone rounds the corner of the stairs. I snap my thighs tightly closed, head jerking up, fear in my eyes. You lean close, breathing in my hair.
Open your legs.No! No...please...no... The man is walking to a seat a few rows behind us. I twist my head, urgently, frantically begging you to take notice of the stranger now in the theater.
Yes, I see him. Open your legs. Now.I stare at you, the tears slipping from my eyes. I hate you. I hate you! You wriggle your still-trapped fingers slightly.
Now, girl.Anger and defiance, I grit my teeth. I can take anything you dish out, you bastard. I spread my thighs to the corners of my seat. You simply smile and settle back, caressing my crotch and looking at the screen as the lights dim.
As the previews play, I slowly lose my rigidity, unclench my jaw. It's dark, no one can see. I breath a sigh.
You up the stakes.
Lift your ass off the seat and slide your panties down.I look at you in disbelief. You're teasing me, right?
Don't make me ask again, or it will be your bra.I'm beginning to get an inkling that you are serious. I squirm and frown and beg, but in the end, I'm shifting and slipping the panties down. You reach behind me and pull my skirt up from under my ass, and I'm sitting directly on the seat. Please...
Beloved....please!
Your hand reaches between my knees and grabs the cotton panties, dragging them down my legs, down to the floor. Then you scoop them up to put in your pocket.
Keep your legs open.I'm nearing panic, but I spread my legs. The movie is starting.
You seem engrossed in the movie, paying no attention to me at all. I, on the other hand, can't focus on anything but the prickly velvet of the seat on my exposed thighs. I'm both hot and freezing, and I'm shamed and angry.
It's maybe 30 minutes before you caress my hand gently. I stare straight ahead, feigning to ignore you. You smirk and lean over, grabbing my hair and kissing me. I fight you just a little...but I don't want to cause more of a scene. I just want to hide.
Now, you seem to forget that we are in the theater. You kiss me again, deeply, tightening your hold in my hair when I pull away, leaving me breathless. Your other hand is sliding up my thigh. I flinch away, but your fingers dig into my flesh. OUCH!
Then don't fight me.It's the dark, deep, Dom voice. I shiver and surrender. Your fingers find me wet and soft, and you laugh quietly in the dark. You tease me mercilessly, until I'm tilting my hips for you, wanting more. Instead of gratifying me, you trace patterns on my face with my own juices.
You press my head back against the back of my seat, pull my knee to the corner of my seat. My skirt is almost completely tucked up at my waist. You lean over me, locking my eyes.
I'll be right back...Don't move.My lips tremble, my eyes beg you to stay, but my head nods in agreement.
You stand up, and I close me eyes. I hear you scoot through the row of seats, listen to the movie, try desperately to will you back. It seems forever before I can hear you coming back through the row.
But you settle behind me, not next to me. I squeeze my eyes shut as one hand grabs my hair and the other grabs my right breast.
What a pretty little whore.I jerk, but am pinned by my hair, the seat, the hand. It isn't you!
I scream. Get away from me! Help!
He laughs, and the hand that was on my breast is now covering my nose and mouth. I can't breath, and he leans close to my ear.
Oh, now, that isn't very nice. Your Master told you not to move...didn't he? AND your Master gave me a nod when he left. Now, are you going to be nice, or is this going to get ugly?My hands are grabbing his wrist, fighting for air. I'm scared...but the words slowly sink in... Master...gave a nod? My body slumps, defeated. Tears mix with the stickiness on my cheek.
There's a good whore.He gives me air, and I sob as both hands reach around me, grabbing my breasts, squeezing them, tweaking the hard nipples. He kisses my cheek, tasting my cunt and my tears. A hand is between my thighs, delving into my open and wet pussy. I moan in spite of myself, already so hot for someone else.
Good girl.I'm sobbing and moaning, melting in misery and desperate for more. He starts to tease my clit while fingers are stroking my insides. My body shudders, and the tears course down my cheeks. A thumb caresses my lips and I automatically open my mouth to suckle. I taste myself on him.
Oh yeah...suck it, whore.I shiver and writhe against this stranger's hands. I can feel an orgasm building and I'm horrified, closing my mind against it. No...no no no no no no no.
Yes, you little slut...cum for me.My lip quivers, my body arches. He pumps his fingers faster, deeper, driving me. A cry escapes as the climax is forced from me, soaking the seat and the fingers. He stays with me until I slump over. Then I'm offered three fingers to lick clean. I'm so distant...but I take them deep in my throat, sucking them fervently. Finally, he stands up. I hear the zipper on his pants.
Turn around, whore. Suck my cock.I close my eyes, searching for...what? What does a whore hope for when she's told to suck off a stranger? A fast cummer? Tasteless spunk? Or does she remind herself of the paycheck? I don't know what she hopes for...but what I found was the echo in my head.
Your Master gave me a nod.
I find myself on my knees, on a wet theater seat, leaning over the back, smelling the muskiness of a man's excitement and tasting his slipperiness. My tongue traced the thick, sensitive vein down, spiralling around, until he was deep in my throat. I moaned, and he grabbed my hair, slamming deeper, fucking my mouth. I couldn't breath for the onslaught so I gagged. I tried to pleasure him, but he stole rather than received. Just when I thought I might dissolve completely, he pulled away, his cock spasming, his semen spraying my chin and chest. He groaned and then looked down at me.
Now THAT was hot. Tell your Master I said you were a filthy little whore for me.He gets up and walks away. I don't look at him, shamed and exhausted. I curl up in my seat, pulling om cloak over me as the chill descends on me. My eyes are closed. The movie is still playing...I wonder vaguely where you are.
The light come up and the credits are rolling. Had I fallen asleep? I look around, and find you watching me from the aisle seat, three rows up. You stand up and come over to me, leaning down, and kissing me lightly on the forehead. A warm, wet napkin wipes my face and neck.
The confusion furrows my brow. Tears again, and I stammer. I'm a..I'm a f-f-filthy little whore....
You smile, pulling me into your arms.
Oh, yes you are. Don't get me wrong, I think you are wonderful and beautiful girl, of whom I love very much. But you're also something dirty inside...and sometimes I need to remind you of that.
