Public Obedience

The restaurant was elegant and dimly lit — the kind of place where powerful men like Daddy took important clients. Crystal chandeliers, soft classical music, and tables spaced far enough for private conversations. I sat across from him in a beautiful black cocktail dress that hugged my curves. Underneath, I wore nothing but the thickest plug yet stretching my ass and a powerful remote-controlled vibrator buried deep in my p***y. Every small shift in my seat reminded me of my place. Daddy looked devastating in his tailored black suit, completely at ease as he studied the wine list. “Comfortable, babygirl?” he asked with a knowing smirk. I squeezed my thighs together. “Yes, Daddy… but it’s a lot.” He tapped his phone under the table. The vibrator jumped from a gentle hum to a strong, pulsing rhythm. I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. Shame flooded me. People are all around us. If I moan, they’ll know what a dirty little toy I’ve become. “Careful,” he warned quietly, eyes gleaming. “Good toys stay quiet in public.” The waiter came to take our order. While I tried to speak normally, Daddy kept playing with the remote — increasing the intensity, then lowering it, edging me mercilessly. By the time our appetizers arrived, I was fighting back moans. My n*****s were hard against the thin fabric, and wetness was coating my inner thighs. Daddy fed me a piece of steak, his eyes locked on mine. “Open.” I obeyed, letting him feed me while the toy buzzed relentlessly. Halfway through the main course, he leaned forward and whispered, “Spread your legs wider.” The moment I did, he turned the vibrator to maximum. My eyes widened. A tiny whimper escaped. “Shh,” he murmured, calm as ever. “If you come without permission in front of all these people, the punishment tonight will be very long and very strict.” I was shaking. Sweat beaded on my forehead. The thick plug in my ass combined with the intense vibrations was pushing me right to the edge. “Daddy… please,” I whispered desperately. “I’m so close.” He smiled darkly. “Hold it.” For the next ten minutes he kept the toy on high while making normal conversation, as if he wasn’t destroying me under the table. Just when I thought I would break, he turned the vibrator off completely. I almost cried in frustration. He paid the bill calmly, then offered me his hand as we left. In the car, the second the doors closed, he turned the vibrator back on high. “Come for Daddy. Now.” The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I cried out loudly, body convulsing in the passenger seat, ass clenching around the thick plug. When I finally came down, panting and trembling, Daddy stroked my thigh. “You did very well tonight, babygirl,” he praised softly. “My perfect little s*x toy managed to stay mostly quiet.” He started driving, voice dropping lower. “But when we get home… I’m going to bend you over the couch, remove that plug, and finally f**k your tight little ass while I fill your p***y with the biggest dildo we have.” I shivered with a mix of fear and dark craving. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. He glanced at me, eyes full of possessive hunger. “You’re becoming exactly what I wanted — my completely owned, trained, and addicted little toy.”