I sat there, staring at her, dumbfounded I’d fallen into her trap so easily, so quickly, and so completely.
She just looked at me, a look of total control and satisfaction on her beautiful face, her salad in front of her.
Cadence and I were in a Female Led Relationship, or at least, we had just started one. After dating for a few weeks, she had informed me she was only interested in proceeding with me further if I agreed to surrender to her complete control. She would control every aspect of my life, finances, what I wore, everything.
I had told her she almost certainly would not get to punish me very frequently, because I really liked her and wanted to be good. Only about an hour after that conversation, we headed to a restaurant nearby that offered outside dining.
We’d both ordered food, and when the salads arrived, she’d picked up her fork and then watched me take a bite of my salad, then looked at me.
“Put your fork down now,” she said firmly, but not loudly. “Hands in your lap, look at me.”
I knit my brow, confused by her giving me orders here in public, but I obeyed her and met her gaze.
“You agreed, only about an hour ago, to surrender to my total control,” she told me. “Now you’ve already disobeyed and will be punished.”
My jaw dropped. “I disobeyed?”
“I informed you that you were not to eat or drink ANYTHING without my permission,” she said. “Did I give you permission to eat that salad?”
I got very aroused - I was caught! I blushed and dropped my gaze reflexively. “No, Miss Cadence. You did not.”
“Very well,” she said. “You will place your hands on the table on either side of that salad and your head and eyes will remain down. You are to be quiet for the remainder of the meal unless I address you. When the waitress returns, YOU will tell her that you no longer hungry and to cancel your entree order and to take away the salad. If she asks if you’re all right, you WILL tell her, or I will, that you did not get permission to eat from me, therefore you will not be eating.”
I swallowed. I was so embarrassed I wanted to disappear, but she wasn’t finished.
“When I am finished with my meal, we will return home and you WILL be spanked across my lap. You will then stand in the corner for an hour before I spank you again and send you to bed. You will remain naked until I give you permission to dress again. Do you understand me?”
My mouth shook. I felt like I was about to cry from the sheer humiliation and powerlessness of it all.
“I asked you a question, little boy.”
“Yes, I understand, Miss Cadence.”
I remained in place, staring at my forbidden salad, wondering how I’d fallen into her trap so completely, and dreading the waitress’ return to the table.
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