Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating - Sex Stories

Elyse: Vignette 1 - Dinner and a beating

... items I'd put in there, an egg vibe with wireless remote control. A glance at me and I nod. She hands the remote to me before reaching under her skirt and inserting the egg with a soft moan. The hand comes out and she licks a finger, then glances at the spare napkin in front of her. Folding it slightly smaller, she tucks it inside her skirt, lifting her hips a bit to get it under her. "Good girl," I say. "Keep the skirt clean." "I'm always a good girl Sir," she softly says. "Especially when you're being naughty," I wink back at her. "Keep quiet now," I say as I turn the egg on. Her breathing gets heavier as I had dialed the remote to it's highest setting. I let her feel it for a moment before dialing it down to a gentle purr. She gulps and whispers, "I may need another napkin Sir." I grin and she flushes slightly. During dinner and through desert, I play with the settings; even turning it off occasionally. She alternates between panting, soft moans and biting her lower lip to keep from crying out when it's on. Eventually I pay the bill and we head out, the now soggy napkin left on the table. Wonder what the busboy will think about that. The valet brings the car around and the odometer shows that he behaved himself. I give him a twenty tip and he smiles. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On the drive home, I keep playing ...

... with the remote but now she's not required to be quiet. Moans and gasps almost become louder than the jazz coming from the stereo and I grin. About half a mile from home I shut it off and say, "Time to take it out." She whimpers and hikes her skirt up to show not only the tops of her stockings in the light of the dashboard, but also the diamond she's shaped the fur on her mound into. The skirt under her is stained with her juices now as she had nothing to protect it with on the drive. From the corner of my eye I watch as she reaches into her pussy, grabs the loop and pulls the egg out. I don't even have to say anything, she just starts to clean her juices off it with her tongue. When it's as clean as possible, she tucks it in a baggy she carries in her purse for things like this before putting it and the remote I hand her back in. She'll wash it thoroughly later. When we get home, I pull the Jag into the garage between my Lucerne and her Celebrity. Shut it down, hit the button to close the main door then get out. Walk around to let her out and we go through the back door of the house right into the kitchen. In the living room, she takes my coat and tie but before she can take a step I grab a handful of her hair. Pulling her close I kiss her hard, my tongue ravaging hers. Then I pull back and say, "Stockings and collar, we're going downstairs my very good girl." Her slight smile broadens and her panting gets deeper. "Yes Sir," she murmurs. I release her hair and she struts into ...