i am Yours

The fabric of the restaurant chair is rough against my bare
bottom. You've ordered me to lift my skirt before I
sit, and so I have, the naked flesh of my bottom, the smooth
thighs pressed into this chair. The long, full skirt that
I wear disguises this, and also disguises the light rocking
of the hips that betrays my constant arousal.

I shift slightly against the chair, hoping You won't
notice. The thick rough threads of the chair fabric are
uncomfortable against my reddened ass, after the way it
was heated with Your open palm. My squirming reminds me
the way You held me across Your lap, my skirt pulled up to
my waist, leaving me feeling vulnerable, even more than
had I been fully unclothed. You brought Your hand down deftly,
stingingly, over and over again, punishment for my smart
mouth. Your hand turning my ass and thighs rose red with
a slow, aching burn that spread throughout my body.


When the heat in my belly and between my thighs became unbearable,
I arched up against Your hand for the release I craved, You
merely chuckled, and I squirmed across Your lap, knowing
I was only Yours to do with as You pleased.


It was there, while I still lay stretched over Your lap,
my hair partially obscuring my flushed face, Your fingertips
gently gliding over the reddened skin of my ass, that You
calmly and quietly told me that You had plans for me this
afternoon, a game. You explained the rules to me for this
game, to be played in public, and I lay there across Your
lap, whimpering softly in acknowledgement, my ass still
aching, my hips rocking desperately, though You ignored
my heat.


You growled in my ear as You stroke my back, my hair, letting
Your hand slide down my back and over my ass, then back up
to my head. The third slow pet down my spine I lifted my hips,
pressing my breasts against the hardness in Your pants,
trying to entice You into allowing me release. Your hand
moved up my body, and instead of petting my hair You grabbed
a handful of it, jerking my head back and making me look up.
You told me to lie still. I try. Your hand released my hair,
and slid down my back again, this time curving below my ass
and rubbing along my exposed outer labia. You groaned,
making me shiver, telling me how wet I am, and You asked if
I enjoy Your punishments. I made a whimpering affirmative
and You slid a fingertip down my slit, further parting the
lips. I wanted so much to press back against Your hand, but
I knew You would give me my release when I deserved it. Your
finger found my clit, and my thighs parted as I moaned softly.
I could feel Your fingertip scrape along slowly, up and
back as I writhed and tried to press up against You. I whimpered
in need and desire, and heard Your soft laugh as You teased
me mercilessly. Finally, when I was on the verge of giving
up all hope, Your finger plunged deep into me, hard and probing,
curling forward, pressing so deep into my soft wetness
that my fingers curled, nails digging into the couch.


My hips rocked hard back against You, I bucked against Your
hand in pleasure, but
You placed Your hand calmly against my lower back to still
my movement and slowly removed Your finger from within
me. As I whined and softly whimpered with
begging, pleading mews, You leaned over and brought Your
finger to my mouth to press it between my lips. I moaned softly
at the taste of my own passion, teasing it with my tongue,
treating it as I wished to treat Your cock.


After a brief moment, the finger was removed from my lips.
You directed me to my knees. I tried failingly to keep my
eyes from the hardness in Your pants as I kneeled before
You. When You said my name, my eyes dragged up Your thigh,
my tongue darted out to wet my lips as my eyes reached Your
cock, then up Your chest, and finally caught and held steady
with Your own eyes. As You spoke to me, Your hand slowly unzipped
Your pants, freeing Your cock. You smiled when You saw my
eyes shift so slightly when I saw Your cock, my hips rocking
ever so slightly forward.


You asked how close I was to coming. My face flushed as I said
You stopped just before I came, You nodded. You knew this.
You asked if I wanted to come, Your hand reaching down to
stroke Your cock, and chuckled when I started pleading.
You said I would get to come… when You wanted. Your hand left
Your throbbing cock slowly, open palm up, almost an invitation,
but I know better than to take without asking. My tongue
traces my lips again, the muscles in my legs and thighs tensing.
You ask me if I want Your cock, and I nod. Your voice deepened
and You asked again. I said yes, Sir, suddenly aware of my
wetness against my calves, the texture of my clothing shifting
against my skin. You stood Your cock sliding against my
cheek. I tilted my head to nuzzle against You, and You drew
back, resting the head against my lips. I felt Your excitement
on my lips, and parted my lips, whimpering. I looked up into
Your eyes, expecting the command to suck You. Instead,
You asked one more time if I wanted Your cock in my mouth.
I hesitated, and then exclaimed in a rush that I wanted Your
cock, needed to taste You. Your cock thrust forward, I opened
my mouth, licking the glistening wetness off the tip of
Your cock, rewarded by Your groan. I started to trace the
head of Your cock with my tongue when Your hand pressed against
the back of my head, thrusting into my mouth, my mouth and
throat opening quickly to accommodate You. Hearing Your
instruction to suck Your cock, I eagerly tightened my lips
around Your shaft as I sucked. As You sighed in desire it
seemed my entire body shivered in delight that I could please
You. Your guttural whispers that I belong to You, Your little
slut, made me increase my efforts, sucking at You hungrily,
caressing You with my tongue. Your thrusts in my mouth sped
up, Your hand pressed roughly against my head, Your fingers
entangled in my hair. I lifted one hand to steady myself
on Your leg, the other resting against my cunt, merely pressed
against the wet lips, wanting to feel something against
my aching sex as Your cock fucked my mouth. I moaned around
Your cock, feeling Your muscles tighten and You jerked
out of my mouth, Your cock spasmed, your come shooting across
my face, my lips. When You slowed, I took You into my mouth
again, suckling You clean, my tongue swirling around you
to get all of your seed.


You instructed me to clean up, put my shoes on, and when I
lifted my eyes to Yours, my panties in hand, the turn of Your
gaze denied them to me.


Later in the car, You instructed me to lift my skirt around
my waist. I hesitantly did so, my face darkening in embarrassment,
hoping no one would see in the car. My eyes darted out the
windows, until Your hand suddenly went between my legs,
cupping my sex. My thighs immediately parted for You, my
ass lifted to press my heat into Your hand. My reward was
a smart spank on the thigh, causing me to spread them farther,
one heel lifting to bring my knee up, allowing You better
access to whatever You wished. You pressed a finger along
my swollen clit, in my excited state that simple pressure
nearly enough to send me into orgasm. You pull Your finger
away, my hips wanting to follow, as You spread my lips, exposing
my sex completely. My cunt was reddened and my swollen clit
throbbed almost painfully for relief. You made me tell
You how wet I was, how much I wanted Your fingers and tongue.
When I began to beg You to let me come for You, You immediately
removed Your touch from my sex, telling me patience.


My thoughts slowly shift back to the present, here in the
restaurant. You order for both of us; speaking to the waiter
in Your steady, sure voice that so thrills me. You reach
across the table for my hand. You tell me how much I have pleased
You during the day, and how now I will receive my reward.
I shiver softly. Your voice is low enough that no one at an
adjoining table can hear, still... it is hard not to tear
my eyes from Yours to cast a furtive glance around to be certain.
I’m to get my release in front of these people?


You gaze intently at me, I quiver slightly, Your inspection
increases my wetness, already noticeable in my nostrils,
seep softly onto the chair beneath me. I swallow hard, having
to fight to keep from rocking my hips against the chair.
Instead, I grind against it slowly, putting pressure against
my sex with the chair and my thighs. I moan softly as Your
hand reaches across to brush up my thigh, pushing my skirt
out of Your way to my sex, exposing it beneath the tablecloth.
My nipples tighten and stand out under the thin material
of my blouse.


My breath quickens and I try hard to control it, Your words
of approval across the table almost hypnotic in my ears,
soothing me, calming me, but exciting me even further.
I feel Your hand pressing against my cunt, the muscles quivering
in anticipation. You gently, softly kiss my neck, only
once, a reassuring more than passionate kiss, knowing
I am embarrassed to finish here, amidst all these people.
You take my chin in hand; turning my face to Yours, and quietly
in Your forceful voice, command me to come. As I whimper,
I see eyes turn towards me, my face flushing deeply as I go
over the edge, my hips rocking deeper against Your hand,
You sit back in Your chair, knowing some of these people
know what I am doing, knowing my embarrassment and guilty
pleasure that they know. I bite my lip to contain the noises
that end up emitting as soft groans and whimpers, my eyes
remaining locked on Yours, my blush traveling down my chest
and arms. My hand jerks between my legs, pressing Yours
against me, Your fingers sliding deeply into my cunt, eliciting
a gasp from me that makes several people turn their heads
to look at me, wondering why I’m panting. My left hand rises,
wanting to go above my head from habit, and You command in
a low, growling voice that betrays Your excitement to pinch
my nipple. There is no way I can do so without those glancing
my way seeing, but I do as You command, my hips jerking once
more as I do. My breathing slows and I lean against You, nuzzling
and kissing Your neck as I thank You. I am Yours.