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Authors note: In certain scenes throughout my writing you will see ‘Daddy’ and ‘Damien’ each used throughout. This is to show the reality of how difficult it can be to submit in a public setting and how it requires mental fitness for the sub, and for the Dom to help lead, enjoy!

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I walk out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Hair fixed, dress in place, body still and pussy cleaned up. Five minutes of fucking felt like hours after what my body just went through.

I sit down at the table. Damien is completely composed. He’s so happy with that beautiful smile on his face, rare, and large arm movements as he’s telling a story to the table. Everyone seems to be a few drinks in and starting to get louder as I’m drowned in laughter. My wine made it to the table, but I need something stronger. I see the waiter and flag him down with my hand. He walks over and I whisper, “I’ll take a dirty martini, vodka please.”

“Absolutely,” the waiter replies and gives me a wink. Thankfully Damien didn’t see that. A few moments later my martini arrives. In that moment it dawned on me that Damien was still dominate over me. I love being factious, but it was not intentional this time. Damien looks over at me and to my surprise still keeps a smile on his face. Then, oddly, leans over and kisses my cheek. I ignore this behavior and begin to indulge on the martini as my ass is throbbing and I need to get through this dinner.

“Bzzz.” I look over and my phone lights up. I click it open and a text appears.

Damien: Are you enjoying that martini? Little girls don’t need to be drinking hard liquor. Since, you don’t want to drink your wine. Why don’t you take that glass and spill some of the wine on top of your breasts until your hardened nipples are poking out.

My face reddens, I look over at him, but he doesn’t look back. The man to my left, Marcel, has been speaking to me about his company and it is the last thing I’m interested in, but I smile, nod, and throw in an occasional joke to attempt to change the subject. With no luck I decide to fulfill daddy’s request as I’m desperate to escape boredom. I reach over and act like I’m going in for a drink but I spill the wine all over the top of my dress.

Marcel jumps over to hand me his napkin and stares down my dress for far too long. Everyone at the table is starring at me, but they’ve had enough to drink, where they aren’t much affected by this scenario. Damien tells Oliver to sit down and starts cleaning up my dress.

“Lilly, you are a mess. You are not able to drink an adult beverage responsibly, are you?” Daddy said with amusement for the whole table to hear. My face flushing with redness all over again.

“Bzzz.” I pick up my phone again

Damien: Good girl. I want you to carry on your conversation and begin touching that tight pussy. Don’t stop until you feel yourself soaking again. Once you’ve gotten your pussy swollen like a good girl, I’ll let you touch me again. Don’t forget to lick your fingers before eating.

I look over at Marcel and he’s carrying on as nothing happened. I slowly lower my hand underneath the table and place a finger on my clit. I’m looking at Marcel but I’m thinking about what happened behind the restaurant. Daddy’s breath warming my ear while enchanting me with his groans. Lifting and holding me in place so I had no choice but to surrender to two orgasms in five minutes. I’m weak for him.

“I’m going to place this tray on your right miss.” Fuck the waiter. I immediately scoot myself closer to the table so he can’t see what I’m doing. I catch daddy’s eyes and they, are, closely paying attention to what I’m doing. He reaches out and squeezes the lemon on top of my oysters with a smug look on his face. A lemon has never looked so sensual in my life as I watch the juices dripping from daddy’s big hands. His hands discover his way to his napkin, rubbing the juice off, then slides his hand over to my lap quickly sliding his finger along my pussy. His hazel eyes starring deeply into mine as he licks his finger. He nods towards my meal, “Eat, Lilly,” he says smugly.

I take my fingers and lick them as well. I pick up an oyster and let it slide down my throat. And just like that I’m back under his spell again.

NSFW: yes

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