Marilyn opened the door, surprised to see Lance’s chauffer. They didn’t have a date for tonight, but when Max handed over a box wrapped in a black satin ribbon, she supposed that was about to change.
“Thank you,” she said.
Max bowed and returned to his Mercedes. He did not, she noted, drive away.
I set the package down on my table, opened it, and read the note:
Tonight, I will expect total obedience and submission as well as elegance and grace. If this appeals to you, wear the dress and black pumps. Max will wait for your. If you agree, wave to him from the door. You may wear a coat to the car, but you will remove it once in the car. You will not need it again until you return to your home.
I lifted the sheer black dress from the tissue paper and smiled. Of course, I agreed! I immediately waved to Max who tipped his head to me, then got ready. Lance had said elegant, so I did my hair and make-up in a classic style, slipped the dress over my head, stepped into my shoes, and looked in a full length mirror.
EVERYTHING was clearly visible through the thin dress. I grabbed my coat and went to the awaiting car. Once in, I removed my coat, folded it, and set it on the seat. Max glanced back and nodded, signaling that he also knew my instructions and would report back to Lance.
No need to worry. I always obeyed. At least, I tried to always obey. Brattiness was not in my nature. I was a rule maker during my ‘day job’ and a rule follower with Lance.
Max pulled up in front of Lance’s home which was a beautiful post modern mansion. As soon as we pulled up, Lance sent me another text:
After reading this, leave your phone in the car. As you walk in, lift the front hem of your dress. I want an uninhibited view of your landing strip.
Naturally, I obeyed.
Lance was seated in the front room, reading. I stood in front of him, silent, holding the front of my dress up to my waist, and waited. He finished, closed his book, set it on the occasional table, and motioned me closer, then closer, then closer until I was standing with my legs spread, straddling him.
He wasted no time in grabbing my ass and pulling my exposed parts to his face. He spread my labia with his fingers and then explored with his tongue.
I tipped my head back and sighed with pleasure, wondering if this was why I was always so quick to obey. Lance was commanding and strict, but his true kink was giving pleasure to another. Soon, his deft fingers, three of them, were buried inside my slick tunnel. He kept his face close to my body, but pulled away enough to look up at me.
“Such an obedient woman,” he crooned.
I was gasping, on the verge of coming, but managed to mutter, “Yes, Lancelot.”
He chuckled and then laughed outright when I came, drenching his fingers with my cum. When I finished, he removed his fingers and I moaned.
“Have you eaten?” he asked.
“No,” I panted, still dazed from my orgasm.
He pushed me back just a bit, placed my hand in the crook of his arm, and said, “I thought not. Come.”
He led me to the dining room as he licked his fingers clean. Always the gentleman, he held out my chair. I glanced down and then back up at him.
“I would hate for you to forget your purpose,” he stated simply.
A dildo was suctioned to the seat of the chair. I lifted my skirt and positioned myself, slowly sliding down its length. Lance seated himself, then rang the little bell beside his plate. Angie, the cook and housekeeper, brought out two bowls of consommé. I wasn’t embarrassed at all by Angie’s presences as she was quite familiar with Lancelot’s lifestyle and, in fact, sometimes willingly participated.
Lance didn’t speak during this course, but when Angie came to remove our bowls, I jumped. The dildo was vibrating! My eyes shot over to Lance who sat there with a smug grin on his face.
As the next course was placed in front of us, he explained, “You see, I want you filled tonight. At least one, if not all three, of your pleasure holes will be utilized at all times. Sometimes by me. Sometimes by a toy. Sometimes by Max. We’ll see what I desire. Still agreeable?”
I cut my filet, placed a small bit in my mouth, chewed, and answered, “Lancelot, I already agreed when I came here. I am not about to change my mind now.
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