Yes, Please

11 Dec

“Open your legs,” He says.

“Now?  Here?”  i squirm in my chair, but i know He means it, so i quickly say, “i mean, yes, Sir – yes,” but i haven’t done it yet and i see His eyebrows go up, looking stern.  i giggle – i can’t help it.  “Ok, ok, i am,”

– and i do, i open my legs, which is probably not really a big deal.  i’m wearing a skirt, but it’s not short, and ok, i’m not wearing panties, but no one can tell.  And we’re in a restaurant, and i’m sure no one’s paying attention to a middle aged man and woman having dinner.  Right? 

“Wider,” He says.  “I want you to straddle the chair.”

That stops my giggles, i swallow hard.  My breath is a little ragged.  “Sir?” i say.

“Straddle.  The chair.”  He says, calm but firm.

“But – my skirt – “

“Three seconds,” He says.  “Then there are consequences.”

i try to straddle the chair, but my skirt is too narrow.  It’s not a straight line, but i can’t open my legs far enough without – 

– o, without pulling it up.  O, my.

“Sir -” i start – but He’s already counted 1 -2 -3 seconds and is heading onto 4 and 5.  i squirm, shift in my chair.   “Sir, i -” but He’s watching me, i know there’s no point – and we’re up to 7. 

i glance around – anyone here i know?  i don’t think so – He’s at 9 – o, yikes, starting to feel panic – what kind of consequences?    Part of my mind is chanting, “Just do it, just do it,” then more urgently, “Now!  Do it now!”  

So i do – quickly, barely rising off the seat, trying to be ever so discreet – i pull my skirt up — grasping it at mid-thigh —- sliding it up my legs — to the knee — still not enough — sliding it up and spreading my legs is awkward —-

— the skirt is almost at mid thigh before it’s high enough for me to straddle the chair, but i do it.  I’m wearing thigh high stockings, and my boots that lace in the back.  The knee high boots, so there’s not actually a lot of skin showing, but still- 

i feel so exposed.

Naked, really.

i’m short and the chair is fairly wide, so i can feel some stretch in my inner thigh muscles, and the position pushes my body forward, presses my pelvis down, so my pussy is touching the chair more than it normally would, and my lips are parted just a little, the lips between my legs that is, and i’m wet – so wet i’m afraid i’ll leave a puddle on my skirt.

Actually, the lips of my mouth are parted a little too.  i’m leaning toward Him, my breathing uneven, intent on Him.  Waiting for his words.

“12.” He says.  “I got to 12 before you assumed the correct position.”  i bite my lip, look down at the table.  But He goes on, “That was difficult for you?”

“Yes, Sir,” i am still looking down, blushing.  My whole body is hot, and my pussy is throbbing.  Exposed here, my skirt pulled up, straddling the chair, high heeled boots and stockings on display, and i’m ashamed of having been slow to obey.

“Look at me,” He says.  A shiver runs through me.  i lift my eyes to meet His gaze, which is steady – and kind.  i didn’t expect Him to look kind. 

That undoes me; i whimper. 

He smiles.   

“Why was it so hard?” He says.  “Look at how beautiful you are.”  His hand strokes my leg. 

i moan.  Just a tiny moan, but still – He laughs.  “You’re so easy,” He says.  “And i got all the way to 12 before  you had obeyed.  Next time, you’ll move faster.”

i wonder when He says that – what – He said “consequences,” – when – and what – but i don’t ask.  i hope He’s forgotten.

And maybe He can read my mind.  “Yes,” He says, “there will be consequences for being slow to obey me, but that’s not why you’ll move faster next time.”  i am watching Him, listening.   His tone is casual.   “You’ll move faster next time because you want to please Me.  Don’t you?”

And i hear myself say, “Yes.  Yes, Sir, i do want to please you.”   Sitting there,  feeling naked and exposed, pussy throbbing and wet, i think that all i want is to please Him.

“Good girl,” He says, with a smile.  “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”

8 Responses to “Yes, Please”

  1. Florida Dom December 11, 2010 at 4:28 pm #

    Hope you tell us about the appetizer and the rest of the scene.

    And that’s for sharing that experience. It sounded very intense.

    FD

  2. Jenni December 11, 2010 at 4:34 pm #

    Loved it! Please continue!

  3. aisha December 11, 2010 at 4:51 pm #

    @Florida Dom – I guess I’ll have to, having started this… thanks for the feedback – I’m glad you like it!

    @Jenni – Thanks so much for reading – and for commenting! I love feedback… I’ll have to keep going now.

    hugs,

    aisha

  4. Mick December 11, 2010 at 5:44 pm #

    Oh my…. that’s a good one. and having shared dinner with the two of you, it’s very easy to imagine…

  5. sweek kk December 11, 2010 at 7:01 pm #

    love this little ditty aisha! it has all of the push/ pull yumminess that is totally inspiring!! thanks for sharing

    kk

  6. aisha December 11, 2010 at 9:18 pm #

    @Mick & KK – Thanks! Glad you’re enjoying it – I am too, actually!

    Aisha

  7. vanillamom December 11, 2010 at 10:45 pm #

    oh oh oh oh oh!!!

    that was delightful! i felt that… that raw exposure…that battle between the “proper” girl and the obedient slut…

    *clapping*

    bravo!

    nilla

    • aisha December 12, 2010 at 5:00 am #

      Thanks, ‘Nilla! {grinning}

      hugs,

      aisha

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