Punishment for being late

[ba****]

It’s 5pm. I’m going to be late, I think to myself rushing into my apartment after work. I strip from my scrubs and run the shower.
He’s going to be so upset if I’m late. I can’t have more punishments. Although, it makes my toes curl thinking about last weekend.
I push those thoughts aside & finish up in the shower.
I grab my wedges and put on the mini skirt he got me and a low cut shirt.
Then I hurry to the bathroom to fix my make up and put on some dark lipstick. He always loves it around the rim of his dick. I put my hoop earnings on and the perfume he loves me to wear with him.
I check my phone and it’s 10 till 6pm.
FUCK. I’m barely going to make it. I dash into the car and head to the restaurant he only sent to me an hour ago.

I park as soon as I see a spot and fast walk like a lady to get the restaurant. (Sir says to never run in attire like this )
*blows out a sigh of relief. Wow, did I actually make it before him, I think to myself.
The host comes up and says “your party is this way”
My jaw is on the floor. Again? He beat me to the restaurant again. It’s like he’s toying with me because he can and enjoys it.
We arrive at our table and the host says “your waiter will be with you shortly”

My cheeks become hot to touch. I’m probably blushing. I scoot in next to you. I just smile until you say something.
Slowly you look up from your menu and ask “was the drive okay?”

“Uh .. um yea, heh. Practically had a panic attack on the way over here but I made it. I totally thought that I beat you here.” S***ch becoming faster.

Sir grabs my hand to let me know it’s okay but his eyes say you are mine tonight. You won’t be getting away with this.

I get that deep ache you feel right before you know subspace is actually appreciated. My clit waking up to his touch and remembering how you’ve made me feel.

“Now let’s order some food so we can get to the main course sooner” he says looking at me with those hungry primal eyes.
“Yes, Sir.” I giggle. Not knowing is the thrill of it. I completely forgetting punishment is to cum soon.

We finish our plates of food and our waiter comes to ask if we want dessert. You declined the offer and paid the bill.

Somehow you always end up at the restaurant but with no transportation. Oh well, we usually play at my place anyways.
We get to the car but we stop on the passenger side of the car. It takes you two seconds to pin me down and put your hand up my dress. I squeal as I feel that familiar pleasure of your fingers moving in and out of me.
You grab me by the neck and whisper in my ear “this is part one of what happens to bad girls”.
I whimper, “oh no, please. Oh please uh” I moan in his ear.
He moves his fingers faster and faster.
“Ohh please Sir” almost crying because I know it’s worse cumming when you’re not given permission.
I squirm underneath you but I know you love that about the power play.
Then suddenly you’re no longer touching me at all.
“Get in princess, you have a long night ahead of you”
Gasp. Thinking what just happened? Knowing if I talk back it will make it worse.

Sir gets in and undoes his pants. I stare in awe with how erect and hard you are. I lick my lips and keep looking at your dick then your eyes back and forth until you notice.

“Babygirl needs to drain me now”

“Yes Sir”
I start with sucking on your balls. Slowly working my way up your shaft until getting to the tip. Swirling my tongue over that sensitive spot.

[Da****]

You like to serve?  Like to serve a nice thick cock?  I like to be served and to serve.  Lots of orgasms for every one...from my tongue and toys to my hands and cock and whatever else you'd like from me.  How about a little Japanese restraint?  Tie you up and edge you until the explosive release....care to chat?