Yes Please (Part V)

15 Dec

The man standing beside our table is not the server who’s been with us all evening.  This is an older man in a suit; he had stopped by the table earlier to ask us if everything was ok.  He’d been chatting with people at other tables – the owner, maybe.  i look around and realize  Sir D and i are the only people left in the restaurant.

“I’m going to finish up taking care of you folks tonight,” the stranger who is probably the owner says.  “We’ve got some fine desserts this evening.”  He begins listing them, describing, but my attention is not on him. 

i’m thinking about the little pink remote control still lying there on Sir’s side of the table.  The remote that controls the egg deep in my pussy, the egg that has not been activated.  Yet.  i can’t help wondering if He’s really not going to use it after all.

i’m disappointed.  i have to admit it to myself anyhow.  i wanted Him to use it. 

This was all new for me – this kind of public exposure.  First, He’d made me straddle the chair, pulling my skirt up to expose my legs, encased in knee-high boots. 

He’d given me this vibrating egg, practically had me unwrap it right here at the table.  Made me go in the bathroom and put it in my pussy – which was already throbbing and hot and longing for more.

Then – He’d made me crawl under the table and, if i hadn’t actually sucked His cock, i had symbolically done it.  i smiled to myself a little.  That had been fun.

And He’d teased me with that remote control for the egg, picking it up and putting it down.  Every time He did that, my pussy clenched, a shiver ran through me.  i braced myself, not sure what to expect. 

Anxious and eager.

Now, clearly, we are almost finished.  It has been a mindfuck after all. 

Well, He’d said something about going to the movies.   Maybe He planned to use it there.  That would be pretty cool.

i had not realized how far away my attention had drifted, until –

Sir says, “aisha, would you like some dessert?” and i realize i’ve missed the descriptions.  i look at Him, realize that He knows i don’t have a clue.  But He’s smiling and waiting anyhow.

“Um, i’m not sure…” i say and –

“Of course she’s not,” says the restaurant owner, “I notice your remote control there – “

i think, “Omigod, He did not just say that -” and he goes on –

“I hope you don’t mind me saying…”

and i think, “Omigod, He’s going to talk about it!! – and he says –

“That would be enough to distract anyone.”  And he smiles, as if he’d just commented on the weather.

i want to crawl under the table – o, no – wait – not under the table, that would be worse – i want to disappear.  i blush, my whole body gets hot.  And – worst of all – my pussy is hotter.  Much hotter.

i’m looking at Sir, waiting for Him to react – expecting – i don’t know what. 

He’s smiling.  Calmly, casually.  Omigod. 

He says –

“Well it shouldn’t be too distracting, i haven’t even turned it on yet.”

Time has stopped – this can’t be happening.  He’s talking to this stranger, the restaurant owner maybe, talking to him about me and the vibrating egg hidden in my pussy. 

Well, not so hidden now. 


My heart is racing, i can’t believe this is happening. 

Sir is toying with the remote.  “I guess I should turn it on,” He says.  “Aisha, what do you think?  Shall I turn it on now?”

i’m frozen.  Wordless.  i can only gasp – i can’t believe we’re having this conversation in front of a strange man.  And He expects me to answer Him.

And what can i say?  Yes?  i want to say yes – i want to feel it.   But omigod, how slutty would that be? 

Do i want – could i say no?  i can’t imagine it.  It would be a lie.  

And are we really having this conversation in front of some man?  A man who’s watching me with interest, waiting to hear my answer.   i blush even more.

“Aisha,” Sir’s voice breaks through my fog.  “Aisha, look at me.  Focus on me, please.”

As i obey Him, as i look at Him, the rest of the room, even the stranger standing beside us, fades away.  i am caught up, wrapped up with my Sir.  Nothing else matters.

He smiles, “Good girl.” 

And then –

         – i begin to feel it – deep inside my pussy –

                                                                         the egg begins to vibrate.

My eyes widen, i know they do – the rush of sensation through my pussy is so extreme, i bite my lip, trying not to moan, watching Sir.  He’s smiling, watching me start to squirm.

“Don’t cum yet,” Sir says, “Ask permisision first.  Is that clear?”

And i have to speak then, “yes, Sir,” i say, barely able to get the words out, keeping my focus on Him.  My hips are moving.

“Very nice,” says the stranger.  i ignore him, focus on Sir –

– focus on the sensations filling my pussy as i rise closer and closer to the top —-

              and “Touch your nipples,” Sir says,

                                     a moan escapes me –

He knows that will put me over the top.  “Yes, Sir,” i say, and i do it, i touch my thumbs to my nipples –

saying, as i do it, “May i cum, please, Sir?” and i refuse to think about the stranger standing there watching me.  

My Sir is watching me, smiling, “Yes, aisha, you may cum.  Cum for me now,” and i do – i do right there –

                     going up and up and holding right there at the top –

                                          — holding  – omigod –

and then tumbling, tumbling down, shaking, trembling, omigod…. yes. yes. yes.

O.  Whew. 

The vibrator stops, and Sir is still smiling at me – 

“Good girl,” He says,

and the stranger is smiling too.

“Aisha,” Sir says, “This is Jonathan,” gesturinog to the stranger, “We’ve been friends a long time.  He’s been in the lifestyle, o, gosh…”

“…about 20 years” says Jonathan.  The two of them look quite pleased with themselves.

Jonathan and i do “nice to meet you’s” – we even shake hands.  i say, “O – omigosh – i had no idea who you were!  That totally freaked me out.  Omigosh.  Sir.  Totally freaked me out.”

They’re laughing, clearly they’ve enjoyed the moment.  Sir says, “Yeah, i thought it would.  If you could have seen your face,” and they laugh some more. 

i have to laugh myself, i’m so relieved that he wasn’t just some random guy.  i should have known it was planned – Sir is all about control.   

“Let’s go home,” Sir says.  He picks up the remote, slips it into his jacket pocket.  “Would you like to cum again in the car on the way home?”

i smile.  “Yes, Sir.  Yes, please.”


8 Responses to “Yes Please (Part V)”

  1. sweek kk December 15, 2010 at 6:56 am #

    oh goodness i have enjoyed this tale so much Aisha! such a great way to start my day!! 🙂


    • aisha December 15, 2010 at 7:40 am #

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it, KK! Hope the rest of your day is great too!



  2. Mick December 15, 2010 at 7:57 am #

    great conclusion…. understated… but very hot. I would love to be that “innocent” by stander.

    • aisha December 15, 2010 at 9:14 am #

      Thanks, Mick! LOL – I even thought it would be fun to be him!


  3. The Beast December 15, 2010 at 8:18 am #

    I loved the twist of the stranger/his friend showing up. It reminded me of the recent story where you were made to cum in a room full of people at the play party. I have hints of both voyeur and exhibitionist in me (although I’m more enthusiastic about the latter than you seem to be, lol), so I thought that was especially hot (this story and the other). A great conclusion and an excellent series.

    • aisha December 15, 2010 at 9:16 am #

      @The Beast –

      Thank you, so much! Yeah, I actually thought about the scene at that party too – that’s why I figured under those circumstances, I wouldn’t be too inhibited to cum! But I”m flattered that you remembered it… and so glad you liked them both.

      Thanks for the feedback!


  4. tipacanoe December 16, 2010 at 6:55 pm #

    Just damn fine writing.

    • aisha December 16, 2010 at 9:02 pm #

      @tipacanoe – Thank you! {smiles}


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