Unconditional Surrender: The Collar

I held the myriad emotions swirling through my mind at bay until I got into the limo. Accepting the chauffeur's lusty gaze that ran over my body as a compliment, I merely smiled when he focused on my hard nipples, obviously braless, and held out his hand to help me into the luxurious passenger section. His eyes were rays of heat on my exposed back as I climbed in. I could feel his stare scorching the top of my ass, also exposed in my new dress, and feigned obliviousness, focusing on the bottle of champagne and fresh strawberries within the interior.I?d kept myself hectically busy the entire day as a distraction, and I was in a rush to get dressed for my big night. That all-too-familiar feeling of living in a romance novel fairy tale washed over me, a known blend of emotions that sweetened the riot of other sensations vibrating my soul. I needed to concentrate on what I was about to do. Would I do it? Could I? I wasn?t positive I?d like it, but it had been my request. I needed to deal with these intense feelings.Instead, I pondered how on earth my husband managed to pull this off with only a few hours' notice. Fuck Hollywood; he does romance on an epic, god-like level. It had been just past 7:30 AM when I weaseled out of cooking dinner and asked him, ?how about you take me to a fancy place for dinner, and we can go over my submission contract there? I?ll wear whatever you pick out for me?that and only that. You can wine and dine me while we negotiate my total, complete surrender to you.?In roughly eleven hours, he?d procured a Meshki Sabine, a backless, designer dress and matching heels as well as a limousine with a cute driver, with strawberries and a bottle of Cristal champagne to drive me to the restaurant to meet him. The Pretty Reckless played on the limo?s stereo as I meditated over how he managed to do these things. It wasn?t just this once, it was daily. Besides, it was far easier to ruminate over how elegant and glamorous I felt than to deal with the other emotions.My dress was exquisite. A maxi dress with a body-con fit, it swooped low in the neck and was thick enough to be opaque, but stretchy and thin enough to mold itself to my bare breasts, highlighting my erect nipples. Backless, my bare flesh was exposed all the way down to just past my waist, the wide circular cut in the back exposing the top of my tailbone and the dimples atop my ass cheeks. Holding it together was a small array of crisscrossing strings. It was intentionally designed to look classy, elegant, and sexy, boldly advertising that undergarments shall not, cannot be worn.I fantasized about fucking the chauffeur. He was cute, and a little muscular, and the image of him pounding his hard, throbbing cock into me while wearing his driver?s cap made me wet. I pictured myself walking into the restaurant, my tongue and lips salty from swallowing his cum, kissing my husband, and telling him that his slutty wife fucked the limo driver; that?s why she was late. That would definitely set the tone for negotiating my contract to submit to him and his will, both sexually and completely.That thought Ağrı Escort caused my fantasy, just a second away from being realized, to halt and catch fire, burning into the ashes of lost opportunity. I?d told Glade, my husband, that I wanted to explore the Dominant/ submissive thing, not as just a night of play, but for a long duration and in-depth. We?d played at it before, and I?d even been dominated by a few others, but, while he?s a very dominant man, he isn?t domineering or the type to attempt to control another. I wanted to explore that, being voluntarily under his complete and utter control.Those feelings and emotions still crashed against my consciousness like angry waves. Arousal and fear, nervousness and excitement, the fear of the unknown, and my zeal to discover it all consumed me. I had doubts and trepidation coupled with eagerness and enthusiasm; it was maddening. I was going to be owned, controlled, and commanded to do terrible, dirty, naughty, and filthy things. I wouldn?t submit to just anyone; I?d found the one person that gave me everything I need in life, a love that completely consumes me.Noting that my hand was up my dress, gently stroking my soaked cunt, I decided that I was going to seduce the driver. ?Excuse me, sir,? I said, leaning forward, my tits thrusting out to look even sexier.?Pulling in shortly; about one minute, ma?am,? he replied, oblivious to the fact that, had it not been for him driving so fast, I would have fucked his brains out, having him finish in my mouth. ?Here it is. Thank Mr. Glade for me, please.?Fine, then, an intentional flash of my dripping pussy as he helped out would have to do. The dress, being classy, didn?t exactly facilitate me spreading my legs, so he could see my cleanly-shaven slit, but I managed it, to his delight.?Hope you enjoyed the view,? I giggled to him, patting his erection through his pants, then exaggeratedly wiggling my ass as I walked into the restaurant.I?d never been to this place, before. Growing up impoverished, a restaurant that had tablecloths was out of our budget. Fast food, after scrimping and saving for a month, was high cuisine for us. This place was all shining brass, luxurious decor, and linen-covered, intimate tables. He was there, of course, leaning over the dark wood counter, chatting to the hostess in the lobby.His back was turned to me, but I?d know that body from any angle. His medium blond hair wildly played over his head, brushing past those broad, muscular shoulders that tapered down into a tiny waist. He was wearing a light, button-down shirt, and charcoal slacks, even shining dress shoes instead of his usual moccasins.The hostess was hot. She was of medium height, with light brown hair, perfectly done to look classy, beautiful, and professional. Her makeup was smoky, matching the romantic intimacy of the restaurant, and her stylish uniform blazer didn?t conceal her large breasts. Her name tag read, ?Amber,? and her expression, as she looked up into my husband?s hypnotic eyes, said, ?fuck me, please.??And there she is, looking even more perfect Ağrı Escort Bayan and stunning than the last time I saw her,? Glade, my husband, said to me, or her. He hadn?t turned, and there was no way he could have seen me walk in.?How do you know? You haven?t even glimpsed at me.?He chuckled. ?No need. I heard the hush when everyone stopped talking to gawk at you, saw the gangly busboy drop a plate and stare at your physical perfection, and Amanda?s eyes, here, lit up as if she?d seen the most beautiful thing in all creation. Only you provoke such a response.?So much for me setting the mood. He hadn?t even looked at me and was already making my heart melt, setting my soul on fire, my pussy gushing wetness to quench the inferno. Then, he turned, all crooked, pussy-drenching smile and hypnotic eyes, those pleated pants of his looking so sexy, and those muscles bristling with every subtle movement.He stared into my soul, communicating volumes without a single word. There was passion, desire, respect, and pride. With my knees growing weak, I admonished myself for always falling instantly under his spell. I didn?t want to eat dinner; I wanted to tear those sexy clothes off of him and hump that beautiful face of his until he drowned in my pussy juice. Let the jealous bitches watch if they want. My lusty desire was almost overpowering.Instead, he gently grasped my hands in his and smiled wider. ?I lied; you?ve taken the perfection that is you and multiplied it.?Then he kissed me, right there in the restaurant lobby, close to one-hundred people staring at us. There are infinite types of kisses, from platonic to horny. His was, as always, a soul-changing embrace. Timed perfectly, just as my mind screamed out that I wanted him to lay one on me, his lips met mine as they instinctively parted, betraying my desires. Gentle, hot, and moist, with the perfect amount of pressure, as if he read my mind and could see into my soul, his arms tightened around me just as I relaxed into the smooch, my mouth opening wider in a silent plea for him to take me, to ravish me.Our tongues met, slowly caressing to advertise desire, as his strong, manly hands grazed the bare skin of my back, sending jolts of need through my entire body as he pulled me into his rock-hard body. My lips were moist, but my cunt grew instantly soaked. Instinctively finding my rhythm and pace, he didn?t lead or control, only matched my intensity, his heart beating with mine as his physical urging made my heart explode, tore my soul into flaming, bliss-filled embers, and cause my emotions to surge along with my heat and desire.An eternity of rapture later, we broke off our greeting, me wanting him to continue caressing my exposed skin and ass forever.?I?m surprised you didn?t pick out slutty clothes for me to wear. I mean, what man would pass up that opportunity? But I do love this dress. Where did you find it, and the limo, and everything else??To my sadistic delight, Amber, the hostess, was staring at me, her mouth agape. Her expression was pure jealousy. Suck it, bitch. He?s mine, Escort Ağrı were my thoughts.?I have my ways,? he mused. I knew that was all the explanation I?d ever get. He turned to the hostess. ?Is everything ready for us? Thank you again. I?ll be forever in your debt.?She picked up the in-house phone, covering the mouthpiece so I couldn't hear. She nodded to my husband, a direct invitation to him to fuck her like a whore, then her beaming face looked toward an awaiting waitress and nodded.She pranced to us and sidled up near. Our waitress was a woman in her thirties, I guessed, with black dyed hair, demure makeup, and a stunning, thin figure. She had an aura of openness and amicability.?I?m Tiffany,? she said, thrusting out her boob to display both it and the name tag to my husband. ?I?ll take excellent care of you. We have everything ready.?Rather than lead us to our table, she took me by the elbow, guiding me toward our table. The look on her face alerted me that she knew exactly why we were there. She was beaming with flushed cheeks, smiling widely as she looked at me. She didn?t need to guide me to the table; which one was ours was glaringly obvious due to its uniqueness.Our destination was off to one corner, offering some sense of privacy. Mosaic glass sconces were on either wall, casting a romantic, dancing sheen over the table. Our table was unlike the others, mainly due to the bouquet of long-stemmed roses in its center?a dozen white blossoms with a perfect red one in the middle. It was ?our? flowers, similar to the ones he?d first given me the morning after I met him, after having the most incredible, addictive sex I?d ever experienced.With the ambiance and his thoughtfulness tugging at my heart and soul, I paused the litany of feelings spurting through my head to take in the rest of the immaculately-tailored setting. A wine steward was at the ready, a bottle of Hubert Lignier Les Chaffots Pinot Noir wine in his hands. The tablecloth was a light, forest green to match my hair, unlike the off-white ones elsewhere. Three of the waitstaff nodded to us and immediately scampered away, smiling at my husband.We were seated, his eyes only on me, my mind a whirlwind of horny desire and trepidation about the journey I was about to embark upon. Tiffany rattled off the chef?s specials, my not knowing what a champagne sauce is or exactly why an aged steak is more special than a fresh one. I only half-listened, trying to stare into my husband?s soul as he does to me. Instead, I found myself lost in his eyes, marveling over that intense, torrid kiss, and wondering what else was in store.?...and your appetizers will be out in just a second,? our waitress finished.?Would madame care to sample the wine before accepting it?? the cute wine steward asked me. As I didn?t want to embarrass myself and spoil the moment by opening my big mouth, I filled it with wine. It was excellent and robust, and much better balanced than the twenty-dollar-per-bottle stuff I usually quaff.*With a hand on my shoulder and a smile, Tiffany went away to retrieve our appetizers. I was too nervous to even glance at the menu, so I busied myself with the wine.?Did you tell them what?s going on?? I finally asked. ?It?s like everyone knows we?re here to go over our bondage contract!??They do now,? my husband laughed. His eyes were looking behind me.