Continued...
I drive home and play with the remote all the way. It's a 15 minute drive from the restaurant. He is no longer quiet now that we are alone. His moans are loud and occasionally high pitched when I turn the plug up to the strongest setting. He reaches his hand down to his swollen cock reflexively and squeezes it.
"Don't...touch." My tone leaves no room for anything but obedience. Immediate he lets his cock go and clasps his hands together, needing a place to put them.
"Yes, Ma'am! Oh! Please."
"I know. You were such a good boy during dinner. You'll get your reward." I smile at his discomfiture. He loves this. The waiting. The erotic torture. My control.
Immediately after walking in the door, I lead him over to the couch. I stand behind him and reach around to unfasten his pants while I gently bite the back of his neck. Pants to the ground and I push him over the back of the couch. I retrieve lube and wrist restraints from my purse. I planned this evening so well.
Wrist restraints go on Chicago Man and are fastened behind his back.
I slip out of my skirt to reveal what I've been wearing all during dinner, a harness and pretty blue cock that I'd tucked between my legs and kept there with a tight pair of panties. Off go the panties. On goes the lube, all over my cock.
One more press of the remote and a squeal comes out of Chicago Man that delights me.
He's been waiting so long for his reward...
