Chapter 8: 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 apart for private conversations.

I sat across from him wearing a beautiful black cocktail dress that hugged my curves. Underneath it, I had nothing on except the items Daddy had chosen for me:

The thickest plug yet — stretching my ass deliciously with every shift in my seat.

A powerful remote-controlled vibrator buried deep in my pussy, currently on the lowest setting.

Daddy looked devastating in a tailored black suit, completely at ease as he studied the wine list.

“Comfortable, babygirl?” he asked with a small smirk, knowing exactly how full and tormented I felt.

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 softly, gripping the edge of the table.

“Careful,” he warned quietly, eyes gleaming with amusement. “If you make too much noise, people will notice what a needy little toy you are.”

The waiter came to take our order. While I tried to speak normally, Daddy kept the vibrations going, occasionally increasing the intensity for a few seconds before lowering it again.

By the time our appetizers arrived, I was already fighting the urge to moan. My nipples were hard against the thin fabric of my dress, and I could feel wetness starting to coat my inner thighs.

Daddy cut a piece of steak and held the fork to my lips.

“Open.”

I obeyed, letting him feed me while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside me.

Halfway through the main course, he leaned forward slightly and whispered, “Spread your legs a little wider under the table.”

I did as told. The moment my thighs parted, he turned the vibrator to maximum.

My eyes widened. A tiny whimper escaped before I could stop it.

“Shh,” he murmured, still looking perfectly calm to anyone watching. “Good toys stay quiet in public.”

My hands trembled as I tried to eat. Pleasure was building fast the thick plug in my ass combined with the intense vibrations in my pussy was pushing me dangerously close to the edge.

“Daddy… please,” I whispered desperately. “I’m so close.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want to come here? In front of all these people?”

I bit my lip hard, nodding slightly.

He smiled darkly and leaned back in his chair.

“Not yet. Hold it.”

For the next ten minutes, he kept the toy on high while making normal conversation about my college classes and future plans, as if he wasn’t torturing me under the table.

I was shaking. Sweat was forming on my forehead. My pussy was clenching rhythmically around the vibrator.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer, Daddy turned the toy off completely.

I almost cried in frustration.

He paid the bill calmly, then stood and offered me his hand.

As we walked out of the restaurant, his hand rested possessively on my lower back, right above my ass.

In the car, the moment the doors closed, he turned the vibrator back on high.

“Come for Daddy. Now.”

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cried out loudly, body convulsing in the passenger seat as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My ass clenched around the thick plug, making everything feel even more intense.

When I finally came down, panting and trembling, Daddy reached over and stroked my thigh.

“You did very well tonight, babygirl,” he praised softly. “My perfect little sex toy managed to stay mostly quiet.”

He started the car and began driving home.

“But when we get back,” he continued, voice dropping lower, “I’m going to bend you over the couch, remove that plug, and finally fuck your tight little ass while I fill your pussy with the biggest dildo we have.”

I shivered with anticipation and fear.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, already getting wet again at the thought.

He glanced at me with dark, satisfied eyes.

“You’re becoming exactly what I wanted my completely owned, trained, and addicted little toy.”