Talk about fantasies in an Italian restaurant

We went out to a fancy Italian restaurant, holding hands on the way. It was nice to be out with Tiffany on what felt like a real date, it almost felt like the world was normal, and my life was going well at last. People checked her out in her sexy outfit on the way, and I couldn’t help but smile. Tiffany seemed to be enjoying the attention too, I wasn’t sure if the revealing dress would make her feel uncomfortable, but obviously not. I wondered how much of her body she’d need to reveal in public for her to be uncomfortable. I hadn’t decided on all of her punishments for the next week yet, maybe that would be one of them.

In the entrance to the restaurant there was a sign: No entry for naked or topless slaves.

I could imagine some masters would make their slaves go everywhere naked. Inside, there weren’t many students, mostly older men with young slaves. Some wore dresses, some wore two-piece bikinis: it seemed that was as much as they could get away with according to the restaurant’s rules.

Me and Tiffany shared a bottle of wine and waited for our starters, we were sat adjacent to each other on the small square table. It was pretty in here, nice dim lights and some slaves wore nice dresses, if not for the ones who were wearing just their underwear, it might’ve felt normal in here. We talked and got to know each other a little bit better. But it seemed all we could both think about was the sex we’d had earlier.

“That was so good,” she said. “I hope my punishments involve more spanking.” She winked at me.

“Oh, I’m sure there will be some. How about you tell me some of your fantasies. And what turns you on.”

She smiled cheekily. Then leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I’ve always liked the idea of having sex in public, you know, the thrill of maybe getting caught.”

“Mmm.” I placed a hand on her thigh, her leg was a little cool, but it soon got warm with my touch and her talking. “Tell me more.”

“I’d like to do it in a car maybe, and I’d love to have a love egg inside me, out in a bar or coffee shop or something, and then someone makes it vibrate when I’m not expecting it to.” She looked at me, and I pulled her close for a kiss. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I pretty much breathed the word out I was so turned on. I had to do that with her some time. I stroked down her thigh, tickling her knee and her eyes rolled around in pleasure. “Tell me some more fantasies, you naughty girl.”

“I like the idea of being under a big desk and sucking someone off while they’re talking to someone else who doesn’t know I’m there.” She looked down at my crotch, seeing my hard cock through my pants and she placed her palm over it, rubbing up and down.

The waitress came with our starters, and we quickly sat up straight as though we hadn’t been doing anything. I ate mine thinking about how I’d captured the perfect ****, not only was she gorgeous, but she was horny, and liked a good spanking.

“Tell me more,” I said once I’d finished eating.

“Well there is one fantasy I really like,” she whispered.

“Go on.”

“Well, I’d be a schoolgirl who’d misbehaved. And I get sent to the principal. Then I’d get spanked. And he threatens to expel me, and I beg him not to.”

I licked my lips, looking her in the eyes, I had to make her fantasies happen some time.

“And I’d have to have sex with him, in order to stay.”

“We should do that some time,” I said, grabbing the ring of her collar and pulling her close for the deepest kiss that felt like it never stopped.

“Tell me some of your fantasies,” she said.

“Alright.” I thought for a moment, most of mine concerned bondage, and I’d already fulfilled some of them with Tiffany. “I like the idea of a strip search.”

“Mmm,” Tiffany moaned, her hand rubbing my hard cock through my pants again. “Would there be handcuffs too?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Mmm, tell me more, set the scene for me.”

“You’d be walking home from a party where they’d caught people with ****. And they stop you by the street, and the officer is pretty rough with you because you’re resisting. He asks you to undress.”

“What if I refuse?” she looked at me with a cheeky smile.

“Then you’d get handcuffed and taken to the station to be searched there.”

“Maybe I’d start undressing then, after the threat of being taken to the station.”

“It’d be too late by then. You’d be stripped and have your ass and pussy checked out. Then they’d leave you naked for a while.”

“What happens next?”

“Maybe you can find out if we do it some time.”

We kissed some more, and had our dinner, thinking about other things that turned us both on. I couldn’t believe my luck in getting not just a pretty girl, but a dirty one too. I was going to have so much fun with Tiffany.