He sat at the bar, every bit looking like the professional business man killing some time during the evening of a very boring conference. His exterior of course was the opposite of how he felt inside. The butterflies were doing somersaults in his stomach; he knew She was here, that She was watching him from somewhere unseen. He had dressed as She had directed, was waiting where She had directed. Infact he had been waiting there for a good 45 minutes. The beer infront of him had hardly been touched. He didn't dare to even look around the room to see if he could see where She had secreted Herself.
He shifted uncomfortably as he suddenly remembered the cock ring She had directed him to wear that night. It wasn't so much as that it felt awkward, but more that he felt embarrassed wearing it in public, even though no-one else knew it was there. It was a strange embarrassment that passed almost as quickly as it arrived, because the more he thought about it the more it turned him on. His cock twitched impatiently in his trousers and he shuffled on his stool again to try and hide the growing tension. She had sent him the cock ring through the post and it had arrived the day before. He hadn't really had time to study it, but he knew there was something unusual about it.
The sound of his mobile bleeping made him jump and brought him back to reality. Pulling it eagerly from his pocket he saw that he had a message. A message from Her. With unconcious anticipation, he licked his lips and with fumbling fingers he pressed the button for "read". He read the message to be sure he understood it correctly - 'walk towards the door, and turn right before you reach it. Do NOT under any circumstances STOP'.
He glanced quicky over his shoulder to see if he could see Her, but she was no-where in sight. He got to his feet, straightened his jacked and trousers, fussed unnecessarily over his tie, and purposefully began to stride towards the door of the bar.
Before he realised what was happenening, he halted in his tracks in suprise and pain, as a shock of electricity went through his body, emenating from the strange cock ring. He made to take another step further and received another shock, making his gasp and take hold of the nearest chair. unaware of his dilema, the young waitress at the nearby table asked him with genuine concern if he was okay. He nodded, as the pain ebbed away and nervously began his journey towards the door again. The pain did not return, and as he reached the door and turned left, he could see his Mistress smiling wickedly in his direction.
As always, the sight of Her always resulted in strong stirrings in his trousers, and his heart missing a beat. He finally reached where She was sat, kissed Her outstretched hand, and sat down on the seat opposite Her where She directed him. Without a single change to her smile, he felt Her foot placed between his legs and firmly pushing on his scrotum.
"Now didn't I instruct you - quite clearly - not to stop under any circumstances?" She said, her foot pulsating up and down, as if She were tapping it impatiently on the floor. "You quite clearly stopped twice on your way over here, and in addition had the audacity to flirt with the waitress on your route!" He opened his mouth as if to argue but he knew that would be foolish; She knew he hadn't be flirting. This was all just part of the 'game'; part of Her control over him. He hung his head and meekly apologised.
"Get it out" She ordered. Nodding his head towards his trousers. He paused for a moment, debating whether She was joking, but one look at Her face confirmed that She was not. A brief look around confirmed that no-one was paying any attention to them; they were in a quiet and secluded part of the bar. He undid the button of his trousers and then the zip. He had no underwear on - she didn't approve of underwear. His cock came out eagerly, standing proud to see its Mistress. She leaned over the table to see better into his lap; seeing his manhood looking so erect pleased Her immensely. She cupped his chin in Her hand and kissed him fully on the lips, forcing Her tongue into his mouth. "Such a good boy" She whispered.
Noticing the waitress approaching their table, he began to nervously fumble under the table to hide himself from this stranger and avoid embarrassing both himself and his Mistress. She glowed at him across the table "Don't you DARE!" She hissed. "You leave that exactly where it is!"
As the smiling waitress came closer and closer, he could feel himself flushing bright red - but his cock seemed to have a different idea in mind and was standing to attention even more than ever....
