THE BENCH

Feeling the stirring of excitement within my body I leapt to my feet and quickly went to bathe and get ready; it really wouldn’t do to be late. I reflected that you could be very insistent when you wanted to be, ordering me to do this and that, then I smiled realizing it was rather nice, being dominated in such a way. It took all the worry out of what to do and when.

Dressed in matching bra and suspenders but no pants, slim fitting skirt with a slit up the side, close fitting top which opened with ease, the collar and cuffs put on, I realized that walking into a bar, people would know exactly what they were for, so I took them off. You surely couldn’t mean for me to parade myself like that in public?

Glancing at my watch I would have to shift if I was to make the date with you on time. You had been very insistent on what time and where. Diving into my car I stepped on the gas and raced along the streets, winding in and out the traffic without too much trouble.

Reaching the bar just as the time struck 7.30, I rushed inside to find you leaning against the bar. Turning towards me, glancing up and down, you grinned and said, “About time you showed up. Sit over there and I will come over in a minute.” You pointed to one of the booths next to the bar.

I quickly sat where you indicated and waited for you to join me. My heart pounded in my chest, I could sense your displeasure from the way you stood, and I wondered what punishment I would get for being late. Finally after what seemed an age, You slid in beside me and looked directly into my eyes, while slipping your hand up my inner thigh and under my skirt, straight between my legs.

“Open your legs Caz,” You said quietly into my ear.

I gasped loudly as your hand pressed hard against my inner thigh. I opened my legs as wide as I could under the table, and immediately felt your fingers probe into my pussy lips, digging around for my love passage. The smile on your face never wavered as you began to ask me about what sort of day I had and what I had done. I tried in vain to concentrate on what you were saying, answering your questions as best I could, between gasps and groans which made others in the bar turn towards us.

You continued to finger my moist tunnel, while I groaned quietly, and keeping as still as I could as your fingers pushed further up, I squirmed inwardly sensing that others knew exactly what you were doing. Withdrawing, you looked at me with an amusement.

You brought your fingers to my lips and said, “Lick them clean.”

Hesitating as people were watching us, but knowing that you would be very displeased if I didn’t do as you wished, I leant forward and sucked at your pussy wet fingers, smelling my sex on you hand. Licking gently along your long fingers, then taking them in and looking directly at you, sucking hard as though it was your cock. Catching your breath you smiled widely before removing your hand.

“I have noticed, Caz, that you’re not wearing what I asked. You will of course be punished for that later. Go now out the door to my car and put them on, and wait for me there.”

I quickly got up and left the bar, found your car and climbed in the