I cuck and humiliate my submissive in middle of a busy restaurant

You, John, sit there, your fingers nervously tapping against the tablecloth as you wait for me to return. I can see the tension in your shoulders, the way you keep glancing towards the bathroom door.

You're waiting for me, patiently, like the good little slave you are.

I know what you're thinking, what's going on in that dirty mind of yours. You're wondering about him, about the noises coming from the bathroom, about what we're doing in there.

"She's quite something"... A voice breaks through your thoughts, and you turn to see an elderly woman smiling at you. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. "I saw her sneak of with that young stud earlier...."

You feel a surge of anger, of humiliation, but you push it down. This woman doesn't understand, can't understand. She doesn't know about our arrangement, about how you pay for my dates, how you buy me expensive things, about how you get off on being my slave... while I go around sleeping with studs.. that are hotter.. fitter.. better than you.

"She's not wasting his time," you finally manage to say, your voice low and tight. "They're in love."

The woman laughs, a harsh, ugly sound. "In love? While if you can see she's using you, boy. Using you for your money. She doesn't care about you. She sneaking out on your mid date to fuck that boy"

You want to defend me, want to tell this woman that she's wrong, but you can't. Because you know that she's right, in a way. I am using you. But it's not just for your money, It's for the thrill, for the power. For the way you submit to me, completely and utterly.

I finally return back from the bathrooom, sliding into my seat with a grace that takes your breath away. My hair is mussed, my lips swollen, and there's a satisfied gleam in my eyes. I catch your gaze, and I smile, a slow, wicked smile that makes your heart race.

"Did you miss me?" I ask, my voice low and husky.

You nod, unable to speak. I laugh, reaching into my purse and pulling out a used condom. I dangle it in front of you, and you can see the cum inside, still wet and sticky.

"Swallow," I command, and you do, without hesitation. You take the condom from me, squeezing the cum into your mouth, tasting him, tasting us.

The restaurant patrons are watching now, their eyes wide and shocked. But you don't care, and neither do I. We're in our own world, a world where you're my slave, and I'm your dominatrix. A world where we can do whatever we want, wherever we want.

I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear. "Good boy," I whisper, and I can feel you shiver.

We finish our dinner, the tension between us thick and heavy. I can see the desire in your eyes, the need. And I know what you're thinking, what you want.

But it's not going to happen. Not here, not now. Because this is my game, my rules. And I decide when you get to come, when you get to feel my touch, when you get to taste my cum.

"Good boy," I repeat, standing up and smoothing down my skirt. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, I leave, leaving you sitting there, hard and aching, your mind filled with thoughts of me, of us, of what's to come.

And as you pay the bill, as you leave the restaurant, you can't help but smile. Because you know that this is just the beginning, that there's so much more to come. So much more to explore, so much more to experience.

Because that's what you are, who you are. And there's no going back, not now, not ever.

Forever and always, my slave, my sub, my property.