For Jackson. A little story to pass the time.

My New Gift

Master loved me. Loved to take me out places where he could show me off. We often went to the theater and opera, so I could dress in the finest of gowns he picked for me, and wear thousands of dollars in jewelry. But we did fun things too like amusement parks and rock concerts and even mountain biking.

Master enjoyed restaurants. Loved to try all different types and styles of food. Everything from hole-in-the-wall places he heard about from friends, to Michelin star restaurants. Mostly I think he preferred the casual places. Loud, boisterous, and generally delicious. 

But tonight he was taking me out to one of the most fancy restaurants in town. One of the most expensive. I was actually surprised we were coming here because last time Master had said it wasn't worth the hype. When I asked him why he’d chosen this place again, he just said he'd heard it had gotten better. Or at least more interesting.

I should've known he was up to something when he told me not to wear a bra or panties under my dress. But to be honest, I wasn't that suspicious because he often requires me to go out with no underclothes, in case he wanted fuck me in the car or play with my naked pussy under the tablecloth. 

We enjoyed our appetizers. I thought the restaurant was quite lovely. Very fancy, the waiters a little stuffy, but overall probably worth its hefty price tag. Not that Master needed to worry about money.

We had just finished our first course when Master told me he had a little gift for me. He knows how much I love gifts. They don't need to be expensive, I just love anything from him. My face lit up. 

He smiled at me. “This is a bit different than my normal gifts. You'll need to take it into the bathroom.” The waiter walked up to refill our wine, but Master didn't pay a bit of attention to him. “You will go into the stall of the bathroom and remove your dress so you are completely naked except for your high heel shoes — it shouldn’t take long since I didn’t allow you to wear your panties or bra under your dress, did I?”

Master turned with an eyebrow raised to look at the waiter, who had not only almost spilled the wine, but was gaping at us. I barely contained my giggle. Both Master and I enjoyed shocking people, especially snotty waiters.

Master turned back to me. “If I told you to take off your dress right now and walk to the bathroom naked, you would do that, wouldn't you, love?”

I reached for the side zipper of my dress. “Yes, Master.” And I would. If Master wanted me to walk across the restaurant in only my shoes and his collar – a gold choker I wore wherever we went – I would do it.

“No, little love.” He looked pointedly at the waiter again, who finally shut his gaping jaw, lowered his head, and walked away quickly. Master returned his attention back to me. “Once you get into the stall, place your phone on the small shelf over the toilet. Turn on the video messaging app so that I can see you naked. I will give you further instructions.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom, handing me the small gift bag. I immediately stood and walked in that direction not stopping until I was in the last stall.

I knew right away this was the reason we were back at this restaurant. The bathroom stalls were complete units in themselves. When I closed the door and locked it, it was like being in my own private room.

Not that I wouldn't do with master asked in an open stall, even if everyone there could hear me.

I set my phone on the shelf that, sure enough, was just over the toilet, obviously meant to hold a woman's handbag. I wondered how master found out it was here. I took off my dress, and hung it on the hook on the door. Naked, already hot and nipples straining, I turned on the video messaging app. Master's face took up most of the screen, and my naked body filled the small box in the top corner.

I knew that on his phone, my body took up most of the screen. 

“Very nice.” He smiled at me appreciatively. I basked in his pleasure, nipples growing harder. I could feel myself getting wetter.

“Now, take the new toy out of the bag.”

At first all I could see was pink. Because, that's what the toy was: big and pink. Not a soft rose color, but a bright, neon pink.

What designer decided to make a giant dildo that color?

It was big and wide, although not nearly as well-endowed as Master. At the base of the dildo was a butterfly. I smiled, knowing what that meant. The  butterfly antennae would surround my clit. But the whole thing, instead of having a handle so I could use it on myself, had two circular straps.

“Put the dildo in your pussy and antennae on your clit. The straps go around your legs.”

I stepped into the straps and pulled them up high on my thighs. I worked the dildo into my tight pussy and made sure the little antennae were in place surrounding my clit.

“Oh yes,” Master nodded approvingly. “I thought the color was ridiculous at first, but now I like it very much against your pale skin. It's the same pink color your ass and thighs turn when they've been good and spanked.” 

The thought of a good spanking had me growing even wetter around the dildo so deep inside me. I wished it had a handle so I could fuck myself with it, like I normally would with a vibrator. 

“Spread your legs and play with your nipples, sweet sub, and let's see how your toy works.”

A few seconds later I felt the sweetest sensation against my clit as the antennae began to hum slightly. Soft enough just let me know they were there. I played with my nipples that had already hardened into little peaks, enjoying the gentle sensations, but mostly I enjoyed knowing Master was watching. That he might be allowing others to watch me also.

The vibration against my clit became a little stronger and my fingers became rougher against my nipples, pinching them. My eyes closed and my breaths started to come in little gasps.

“Eyes on me.”

My eyes immediately opened and flew back to the phone. Master gave me a wicked little smile and then the dildo inside me began to shift, rubbing against my g-spot.

“Ohhh!” I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips at the sensation against my clit and inside my pussy. My hips began rocking back and forth. One hand fell from my breast to rest against the stall wall to help support me. 

“Oh, dear,” Master said. “We're only at one quarter of the intensity available to us.”

One quarter? I wouldn't survive. 

“You will survive.” It was like Master could read my mind. “And you will be quiet. If security gets called to the bathroom, you'll leave this restaurant naked, and you won't come for the rest of the month.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Let's try half intensity. Both hands back on those nipples.”

I squeaked then shuddered as the intensity strengthened, then bit my lip trying to keep quiet. I worked my nipples and could feel my hips humping nothing but air. I knew I must look so wanton. I could feel myself start to pant and knew I was getting close.

“Master. Master.” I panted his name with each breath.

And then the vibrations turned off completely.

“No!” I sobbed. I had been so close. I wanted to come so bad. 

“Turn around and grab the hook where your dress is hanging with both hands. Arch your back so I can see that ass completely. I want to see those hips grind when I turn this back on high.”

“Yes, Master.” 

I turned and faced the stall door, positioning myself as he'd commanded, my hands up in the air, holding the hook. I waited for what seemed like forever, knowing Master was allowing my body to come down from its near orgasm. 

The flood sensations when they came took me by surprise in their intensity. All at once I lost total control of my body. Only my hands holding the hook kept me upright. I kept myself from screaming, but couldn't stop the mewling cries that fell from my lips over and over. My clit and pussy were being worked hard.

And yes, my hips did grind. Master showed me the video later and I couldn't believe it. I was literally fucking air as if someone was between my legs. I rose up on my toes, my knees bent, my ass shaking.

The first orgasm racked my body not five seconds after he'd turned on the vibrations. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” My breaths came out as sobs. I squeezed my legs together in an effort to get some relief from the uproar in my pussy. But the second orgasm hit me without warning. I panted hard, bouncing up and down on my toes, trying not to scream.  A third ripped through me right on the heels of the second and I could feel my entire body begin to shake.

Sweat trickled down my temples, my body still shuddering, as Master turned down the power. 

“Keep your hands up on the hook, but turn around.” 

I did, my back sagging against the stall door. Master smiled.

“You look like you've been well and truly fucked. Which I guess you have, haven't you?”

I managed a nod. 

“Get dressed immediately. Don't fix your hair or your face or even wipe the sweat away. Just leave the toy in, put on your dress and return to our table.”

There were two women fixing their makeup at the mirror as I exited the stall. They stared at me, but said nothing as I walked by silently, not quite steady on my feet.

Master looked at me with obvious satisfaction as I sat back down. The waiter must have been waiting for me to return because he brought our main course out immediately. To give him credit, he only stared at me for a moment. Given what he'd heard before, he had to have wondered what I had done in the bathroom. 

So, looking like I had run a marathon, I ate dinner. Master behaved himself until dessert was served, then the buzzing began again. 

“Absolute silence,” he said. Everything about his look told me he meant it. By the time the orgasm had finished, I was doing everything I could to stare down at my creme brûlée without making any noise. My thighs clenched over and over, and a tear leaked out of my eye at the pleasure, but I was able to keep silence. 

Which was more than I was able to do on the car ride on the way home. Master made me lie in the back seat naked as he turned the vibrator all the way on high and demanded I scream every time I orgasmed. 

By the time we made it home, and he finally turned it off, my voice was hoarse. I lay exhausted on the backseat, unable even to move. He smiled tenderly as he picked me up and carried me to bed. I tried to say something, but I couldn't even speak. 

“I'm glad you liked your new toy,” he whispered against my hair. “Somehow I thought you would. Everyone needs a favorite toy.”

This one was definitely mine. 

And I would be his, forever.