It was the other night, and I had told you to keep it free, but had not told you where we were going. I turn up with a long suit bag and a silk scarf. I lead you up to your bedroom and tie the silk scarf around your eyes so you can see nothing.

“I'm going to undress you now,” I say, and proceed to do exactly that until you are totally naked. I stand behind you having taken my jeans and t-shirt off and slip my arms around your waist. 

“You are going to have to do exactly as I say,” I tell you. “ Can you do that?”

I move a hand down to your pussy and gently massage you with my whole hand, feeling your dampness and the heat.

“This will have to wait till later,” I murmur but as I draw my hand away I slide my middle finger over your clit making you moan. You can feel me pressing into your from behind and you push back but I step away and whisper, “All in good time.”

Out of the bag I take a gossamer thin black full length dress with a slit up the leg to the very top of your thigh; you will not wear any underwear, the cool air will brush your pubic hair and make you shiver.

I quickly get into my clothes, check myself in the mirror, and take you by the hand leading you into a waiting taxi. The scarf still in place, it is dark out that much you can tell. The taxi ride takes 15 minutes and I spend the time touching you but not so much that you will get too excited but just enough to raise your anticipation and your breathing becomes heavier. I love to watch the rise and fall of your breasts barely held in by the dress.

I take your hand as the taxi stops and you hear a voice say, “Mr Jones please come this way.” I lead you up some stairs and then through a doorway into what feels like a very open space. A low but excited hum of voices can be heard all around, the voice says, “Enjoy the evening; everything is as you requested and no one will disturb you.” With that a door shuts, I sit you in a chair with a low wall in front of it and then go and lock the door.

You have been silent up until now and you whisper, “Where are we?” 

I tell you, “All in good time. Open your mouth.”

You do and I slide a large strawberry around your lips and into your mouth, you bite it off and as you chew the fruit I kiss you tasting the strawberry on your tongue, and relishing the sweetness of it mixed with your taste. I pass you a cold glass and you bring it to your lips and taste sharp champagne, which you can feel going to your head almost immediately. The mixture of the champagne and the anticipation making your head spin.

Suddenly there is darkness, the noise disappears and music from an orchestra starts up. A voice starts to sing a song in