Our Perfectly Planned and Unplanned Date
We finally had a date night planned. I seriously still look forward to our date nights just as much as the first one we had together many years agoā¦more even. Since I work from home and we have the kids, I donāt get to dress up much anymore. I know he prefers me with no makeup and with NO clothes on (hehe), but I really enjoy wearing a cute slutty dress, putting on the makeup, and doing my hair. I enjoy being attached to Him in public when I feel sexy like this. I enjoy knowing that He is proud of the whore on His arm. I love going on dates because I can forget that Iām a mom or a professional and I can just be 100% His little submissive pet. Nothing else has to cloud my mind.
So since I enjoy our date nights SO incredibly much, I also tend to over plan them in my mind. I feel like I have to make the most out of every second away from reality with Him. I put a ton of unneeded pressure on our night and the way I look, what Iām wearing, where we are going, wanting everything to go perfectly. Itās something that I donāt show Him (atleast I trryyy not to show, but I wonder if He can sense). If only He could truly see whatās in my mind leading up to those nights. Haha. Another thing that I put pressure on myself for is to feel like we HAVE to do something crazy. Only because our nights out of the house without the kids are so sacred and donāt happen often, so I see it as my window of opportunity to show Him that I am still crazy and slutty and will follow Him into any wild situation He wants to lead me into. I have the need to prove to Him Iām still the āmeā that signed the contract. That Iām still the same āmeā that heās fucked in room full of strangers, in well-lit parking lots in the city, in our backyard for our neighbors to see. Iām still the same āmeā who he walked through the park with a leash and my tail in, then made me pee outside like a doggy. Iām still the same āmeā who used to write in my journal every day, or masturbate driving to work on His command, or post naked pictures of myself here in my journal (which is one thing Iām not sure why I havenāt lately).
He doesnāt know this, but during my overplanning phase, weeks leading up to that night, I had thought about possibly going to the strip club again together. I had pondered over and over about this idea. I even planned my outfit around the idea that there could be a strong possibility of us going (without Him even knowing all of this was going on in my mind). The last time we went to the strip club left me with with these amazing memories equally combined with uneasy ones when Jade came at the very end. So I feel nervous to go again. I want to go. I know we would enjoy it. But Iām just worried that jealous Jade will make an appearance to ruin it and put me in a really depressed, insecure mood. I feel so much stronger and confident now than I did then...but sometimes she just pops out of nowhere :/
Anyways, we started our night at this amazing, really cool restaurant where we ate some very unique food and drank some strange liquor weād never tried before. I wore a new suuuuper short dress with no bra and He was so proud of me for this and He made me feel so confident and sexy that I was able to walk all around without insecurities knowing people would see my hard braless nipples and possibly even my butt cheeks underneath the bottom of my dress. We talked and laughed and I felt so connected to Himā¦that feeling I love the most...we were in our own little bubble. When we left the restaurant, I was more than a little tipsy and we were deciding what to do next.
He had the idea of going to this new bar by our house for dessert and drinks together so we could get drunk and He wouldnāt have to drive home. It sounded perfect and romantic and exactly what I felt like doing with Him. But I couldnāt help feel that pressure that I needed to prove to Him that I wasnāt this boring wife, so I brought up the idea of going to the strip club. He told me that if I really wanted to go, we would go. I assured Him in my hyped up drunkenness that I definitely wanted to (which I wasnāt lyingā¦I did want to go). We agreed to go for just like 45 minutes and then go home and get drunk together on the hammock outside. But first, we had to go to an ATM that dispensed singles. He only knew of one bank chain that did that, so I googled the closest bank to the strip club. On our long drive there, He instructed me to take off my panties and masturbate. I was dripping wet at first, playing with my naked pusshy, but as more time passed on the road, I started to lose my horniness. Iām not sure why. I started to have little worries pop up about going to the strip clubā¦but I pushed them back and we drove all the way to the ATM (like 30 min), to realize it was inside a emergency room at a hospital! Immediate buzz kill. We definitely did not want to go walking around there looking for a wad of singles. The other nearest one was another 30 min away. About half way there (an hour after my buzz had been officially killed)ā¦Jadeās doubts started to cloud my head more and eventually come out of my mouth. āMaybe it isnāt meant to be?ā āMaybe I will end up getting jealous and ruining it?ā I knew my doubts were frustrating Him because we already drove so far. When we got to the other bank, there was police out front of it and we werenāt able to enterā¦something weird was happening there. I was not happy drunk anymore and knew that we still had another 30 min drive to get back to the strip club even IF we found a way to get to the ATM at that bank. So I questioned my Owner again if āit wasnāt meant to happen tonightā and He was upset that I was saying that as an excuse because I didnāt want to go. Eventually, there was a little misunderstanding/argument between us and He turned around to drive back home. I was really sad that I didnāt follow through with my spontaneous plan. I felt like a boring wife who let Him down. I felt like I ruined our, what was up until then, perfect date night.
Then, after me apologizing for changing my mind and lots of silent driving, He pulled unexpectedly into a large parking lot for a train station. He made me get into the back seat. He spanked me hard and then forced me to put my bare ass up in the air facing the window and suck His dick, apologizing for being such an indecisive cunt. He kept telling me that I donāt have to āproveā anything to Him. He reassured me that He will do whatever He wants with me, when He wants to do it. He told me that if He wanted to go to the strip club, we wouldāve went...so I needed to shut up. He told me that I need to stop being in my head about whether or not Iām failing Him. I knew He was right and I love when He tells me this. I hate that I need so much of this same reassurance, but I just like to please Him SO much that I honestly forget or am in denial sometimes that I am everything He wants. The fear of boring Him is one of the strongest ones that Iām working on overcoming. Itās really all about relinquishing control when I break it down. After some time of cock sucking and humiliatingly showing my ass to the entire train station, He pulled me outside and put me back into the front seat. He untied and pulled open the front of my dress (it was a wrap-type), so that my tits were completely exposed. He told me to close my eyes and not open them again until He told me to.
The rest of the ride was excruciatingly long. It was so dark out, but Iām sure my face was completely red. I couldnāt even turn my head up out of humiliation. Everytime we stopped at a stoplight, my entire insides turned into a ball of shame. I felt eyes on me that I couldnāt see and imagined all sorts of people seeing my tits completely bare and uncovered underneath the streetlights and stoplights. We were driving through a cityā¦not the countryside. Through a brightly-lit city. I felt full of disgrace and embarrassment, but also happiness and horniness because my Owner was making me do this for His pleasureā¦and also because, as my Owner points out, I am a total exhibitionist. I like to be naked in public. We were literally driving foreverā¦and then all the sudden I felt a SUPER bright light and it stayed on as we drove. I had no idea where He had taken me and didnāt dare open my eyes even though I was dying to. I could imagine how clearly people were seeing me through the window now with this light shining directly at us...with me on display as a worthless whore.Ā Ā
We finally pulled to a stop and He let me open my eyes. We were in a parking garage!! And not just any parking garageā¦the one by the bar by our house! He let me put my boobs back into my dress and smiling, opened the door for me to hop out feeling all wobbly in the knees. I felt amazingā¦I felt like the luckiest girl in the world that my Owner punished me, humiliated me, stripped me for the entire city to see driving by, and He was able to get pleasure from all thisā¦even after I almost ruined the night.
We went down to the bar, me still without panties from earlier in the night, and ordered two huge desserts, which we ate in some sort of daze (at least thatās what I was feeling!) And the night didnāt end thereā¦
When we got home, He hung the hammock out back in our yard as originally planned and ordered me to straddle and fuck Him in it. The neighbors outdoor sensor light kept coming on but I kept bouncing and riding His perfectly hard dick until He had enough. He then took me inside to put me on all fours and fill me like His breeding cum bucket. When I am there, getting fucked hard and filled with His magic cumā¦I feel like the proudest slave in the world. I LOVE that He picks my holes to fill and fuck over and over againā¦at least once a day. I love that He can hurt me with His cock, with His hands, with His toys. I love that He can show me off to other people as His property. I love that He can make me melt to His feet and beg for Him to take all of me. I love my Owner SO much.
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