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B's Story

She arrived at the restaurant dressed as he instructed: dark skirt to mid-thigh, sheer white blouse, black lace bra and thong, garter belt and stockings, boots with at least 2" heels and, since it is winter, a jacket or coat. She walked into the bar area, fully aware of the eyes of every man (and several women) following her across the room. After ordering a drink (this he let her choose on her own) and looking around for him, having seen his picture and told how he would be dressed (all in black). She sat there for a while looking for him. Soon, she started to become nervous and had to fend off an offer or two to buy her a drink. He approached her from behind, speaking quietly but confidently in her ear, "I hope you won't turn me down too." Nervously, she turned her head around quickly. She could almost hear her own heart beating as the recognition showed on her face, smiling followed almost immediately by blushing and looking down. He smiled back and almost chuckled as he took her drink and led her to their table. It was in the middle of the busy section of the restaurant. He complimented her on her outfit, the implication that he was also complimenting her on her ability to follow orders unmistakable in his voice. For twenty minutes he talked to her about her trip until she relaxed and began to enjoy herself. Then he leaned forward and removed all feelings of being relaxed by giving her a command. “You will go to the restroom, remove your bra and panties, and carry them ...

... back to the table in your hand,” he said quietly, just above the noise around them. Her eyes widened with a combination of shock and excitement. A short time later she returned to the table, a ball of black lace mostly hidden in her hand and her eyes scanning the room to see if anyone noticed. He told her how proud he was of her, making her blush and look down again. But she looked up immediately when he told her to place them on the table. Glancing around to see if the waiter was nearby, she did as she was told. He smiled and slowly took them, placing them in his pocket. The appetizers arrived and he started the small talk again, his gaze reminding her now and then of how exposed she was now. After they had finished eating their entrees, during which time he devoured her with his eyes, he ordered one dessert and two spoons. She noticed that the waiter could not help but stare at her nearly naked chest. As soon as he left the table, he ask her to put out her hand. Placing a pair of handcuffs in her palm, he told her to put them on. Again, nervous but excited, she complied, keeping them hidden below the table. When the dessert arrived, he ate most of it, feeding her a few bites now and then. He paid the check and take her coat from the back of her chair and draped it over her wrists, hiding the cuffs before she got up from the table, and he grabbed a couple of mints on the way out. As they walked down the street to his office, he kept his hand on her back, sometimes moving it ...