Go out to dinner! Wait, what?

"We’re going out tonight," he said

Wait, what?

"What?" she said out loud. "But, I… but…"

"You said anything I wanted, right?"

"Of course," she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "Anything you want," and Candice knew she meant them, the submissiveness kicking in. "I just thought you’d want to…. You know."

"Oh, I do," Richard replied with a smirk. "But it’s barely 5:30. I want to make a full evening of things. That’ll be the climax of the night, pun intended."

Candice nodded. "Whatever you want. I said it, and I meant it. So where are we going?"

"Fox Theater, I made reservations after you sent the text."

Fox Theater was the nicest place in town. It was an old movie theater from the 1920s. After sitting empty for almost 50 years, someone had finally bought it and turned it into a restaurant. There was an open kitchen underneath the screen, and they showed public-domain silent movies there while you ate. No one really watched the movie, it was more of an ambiance thing. But the theater was gorgeous on the inside, a big open space made of heavy beams and dark wood.

"OK," Candice said, trying to gain control of her libido. "Let me find something nice to wear." There was, of course, a dress code at Fox Theater.

"Way ahead of you," Richard replied. "I’ve got tonight planned out. You still have that red dress you bought for Valentine’s Day when we were in college, right?"

"Uh… it’s at the back of my closet. But I haven’t been that thin in years. Plus, I’ve never worn it out in public. That was just a me and you thing."

"Anything I want tonight, right?"

The gleam in his eye was so sexy. Richard didn’t usually just take charge like this, and Candice knew normally she’d be mad he was pushing this. But she wasn’t mad at him, she realized. Suddenly she was mad at herself for questioning it.

"Yes sir," she said jokingly. But saying it felt so right. Goddam she was horny. She went to her closet, to the very back to find "The Dress" as she’d always thought of it. She had known she looked good in it when she bought it, but it was just too much to wear in public. She’d originally planned to wear it out on Valentine’s Day during sophomore year, but she’d chickened out and made sure they didn’t leave the bedroom that particular night. She’d put on weight after college, but always hoped she would fit into it again one day.

Today was that day. It was tight, with a low square neck and a very daring thigh-high slit. She fished it out from the recesses of her closet and stepped into the master bathroom to get ready. She pulled it on, feeling the fabric hugging every inch of her body. She avoided looking into the mirror while she struggled into it. Last time she’d tried to put it on, she’d been depressed for a week. Finally, after pressing out all the wrinkles, she got up her nerve and turned to face the mirror.

Holy shit! She looked just as good as she had all those years ago. No, better.

Candice had always been hourglass shaped. Wide hips, with a decent set of boobs. She’d always been pretty — maybe not the prettiest girl around, but Candice had always thought she was an easy 7 or 8, or at least she had been in her prime. But this new her? A perfect 10.

It wasn’t just her physique either, it was all the little changes she’d made with Master PC as well. Her hair was perfect and shiny, falling around her face in dark brown waves. Her face was young and blemish-free, more beautiful than it had ever been in ways she couldn’t quite place. Her stomach was flat, her legs toned with not even the slightest hint of cellulite to be seen. And then there were her boobs. She’d forgotten she’d turned them up a bit. They weren’t objectively huge, but on her newer, more slender body they looked a bit oversized. Candice was down to her college weight everywhere but her chest. The girls were as big as they'd ever been, and far perkier. They strained against the dress, looking like they wanted to escape, practically bursting over the neckline.

And she looked like this without even putting any makeup on! She didn’t need much, she realized. She looked like one of those TikTok girls who took an hour to achieve a "natural" look. A little bit of blush, some smokey eye, and dark red lipstick to match the dress and the look was complete. Maybe, she decided, she could still convince Richard to stay in for the night.

Richard was waiting when she stepped out of the bathroom. He was already dressed in a nice shirt and slacks. Guys had it so easy getting ready to go out. He froze when he saw Candice. Like, legitimately froze for a second, unable to grasp what he was seeing. Candice grinned and walked over to him with her sexiest walk.

"Are you sure you still want to go out?" she purred. She knew she was just oozing sex with this look. She was already turned on, and making herself more so. She wanted to kneel down in front of her husband, to submit to him, to let him use her however he wanted. She walked seductively towards him, swaying her hips from side to side.

It took a beat for him to respond. "Come on," he said. "We don’t want to be late."

Noooo! Her brain was screaming. How could he be saying no to fucking her right now? What was happening? But she didn’t let it show. She knew she couldn’t let her man down.

"OK," she said, hiding her disappointment.

They took an Uber to the restaurant; they usually did on nights Richard wanted to drink. Candice caught the driver checking her out several times. Richard was making small talk, something about how great his day had gone at work. Candice didn’t really know much about finance at the best of times, and in her current state it was basically impossible to focus on the boring numbers he was talking about. Her mind kept wandering to more carnal subjects. Richard’s hand was on her thigh, his thumb making small circles where her dress slit exposed her skin.

"Candice? Did you hear me?" She snapped back to reality. What had he been saying?

"Huh? What?"

"We’re here," he said. She realized he was getting out of the car. He stepped around and opened her door, a small act of chivalry she usually would not have appreciated. But tonight it made her swoon.

"Someone’s a bit ditzy tonight," Richard chuckled. He took her by the arm and led her into the restaurant. Candice felt all eyes on her as they entered. Every guy, and several women, were stealing looks at her. She couldn't blame them, she knew what she looked like. With each step she took, her toned leg was revealed through the slit in her dress, a flash of smooth skin that drew even more attention. Her breasts, still straining against the neckline of her dress, seemed to defy gravity, practically begging to be admired.

After a few minutes, the hostess led them to their seats, but just as they were about to sit down Richard indicated another table.

"Is that one free?" he asked. Fox Theater had two floors of seating. The main floor, and a higher half-floor of balcony seating. That’s where they were now. The balcony itself was a shallow U-shape, and Richard was pointing at the seat at the center, right next to the balcony railing. The hostess agreed and sat them down.

"Your server will be here momentarily," she said. "In the meantime, can I get you started with some drinks?"

"I’ll have a Whisky Sour," Richard said, "And a lemon martini for the lady." The hostess left to fill their drinks as Candice squirmed in her seat.

"Why here?" Candice asked as she sat down.

"Did you see all those men checking you out in the lobby?" Richard asked.

"Uh… yeah," Candice admitted.

"I wanted to let everyone enjoy the show."

"But, everyone can see the movie." Candice looked at the screen. It was some Charlie Chaplin film, but she didn’t know enough to identify it.

Richard laughed. "You really are a bit out of it today, hon. No, you’re the show. Look around. Every guy is stealing glances at you. Everyone sitting on the balcony with us, when they look at the screen, they see you. I bet a lot of guys are going to be pretending to watch the movie tonight. And look down. Everyone on the first level who looks up at the balcony, you’re the first thing they’re going to see. Right here, on display."

"You… you like men looking at me?" she asked, confused.

Richard put his hand on hers. "Yeah. It’s always been a bit of a fantasy for me. The whole ‘trophy wife’ thing. To have a beautiful woman on your arm. To know that every man in the room wishes he was me. Seeing other men stare at you really turns me on, I don’t know why." He paused, watching her face. "But if you’re not comfortable with it, we can..."

"No," Candice interrupted him. "Anything you want tonight," she said. It was becoming her mantra for the evening.

"And I have to admit, it is pretty hot, seeing everyone look at me like this. I mean, when I was in college sometimes I’d get a creepy guy staring at me, and I hated it. But tonight I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me, and it's getting me so wet." She put her hand to her mouth. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so vulgar. But I am, honey. I’m so fucking horny."

"Honestly, I can tell. Just look at those nipples," her husband replied. "I didn’t know they could get that hard."

Candice looked down and gasped. "Oh my god, I’m not wearing a bra!"

Now Richard laughed out loud. "You didn’t know?"

"No! I was still trying to seduce you into not leaving the house when I got dressed! I forgot to put one on before we left! Oh Jesus, everyone can see me like a… a… a slut!" the word landed with a thud. A word she’d seen a lot lately reading the mind-control porn Richard liked. And as soon as she said it, she saw the gleam in his eye, knew he loved her saying that about herself.

"You look like you can’t wait until we get home."

"I know, honey," Candice said, almost whining. "I’m soooooo turned on I can’t stand it."

"Then touch yourself," he said.

"Are you suggesting that I touch myself right now?" Candice asked, a little shocked.

"No. I’m ordering you to. Anything I want."

Candice’s hand shot down immediately, almost of its own volition. Even though she was on display for everyone to see here, center stage on the balcony, she was oddly afforded some small bit of privacy. A fancy white tablecloth was draped partially covering her lap, and the slit in the side of her dress provided easy access for her fingers. If no one was paying attention, she probably could have slid her fingers in without anyone noticing.

But people were looking. That just made it all the hotter as she started rubbing her clit. Distantly, she realized she wasn't wearing any panties either. Normally Candice would have been aghast at the idea she'd been so close to flashing everyone in the restaurant as she walked in, but that didn't matter to her at all right now. A look of surprise crossed Richard’s face. He clearly hadn’t been expecting her to actually do it, but his expression immediately turned to one of lust as he said nothing, simply staring at Candice as her fingers played with the entrance to her pussy.

Their drinks arrived. Candice barely noticed as the server put them down on the table. "Are you ready to order or do you need… uh…. a moment?" The server trailed off uncertainly. Candice didn’t stop touching herself. Richard hadn't told her to stop. The server couldn’t see anything explicit, her hand was under her dress, but it was obvious to anyone this close what she was doing.

"I’ll, uh, give you another minute," he said and quickly retreated.

"Fuck, honey," Richard said, "You’re really into this aren’t you?"

Candice nodded. "Whatever you want. That’s what I said. I’ve never been this… submissive… before," she said, putting emphasis on the word, knowing he’d love hearing her say it. "But I love it. This is so hot. I’ve never been this turned on in my life."

She began rubbing herself faster and faster. Her fingers circled her clit, picking up speed. Her nipples were so erect they felt like they were going to burst through her dress and she squirmed in her chair with the pleasure. With her free hand she reached up and brushed her nipples through the fabric. I'm losing control, she realized. She needed to end this now.

"Honey… tell me to cum," she practically begged.

"Are you serious?"

"Please," she whimpered.

Richard looked at her, at first still unsure. He didn’t say anything, just stared deep into her eyes, boring into her soul as she rubbed herself. Candice felt her fingers slick with her juices, waiting for the order from her husband, her man, her master. Finally, he came to a decision.

"Cum," he commanded.

And she did. Her body started shaking, her free hand gripped the table, trying to hold herself upright. She wanted to close her eyes, but as long as Richard stared at her, she felt like she had to return the stare. Behind him, she saw the couple at the next table were watching. The man had a "Is this really happening?" expression on his face, the woman had a look of absolute disgust.

The thrill of knowing that this kind of exhibitionism was a turn-on for Richard made her cum even harder. She started to sway, started to feel an involuntary scream escape her lips. Richard saved her from the scream. He leaned across the table and kissed her deeply and she melted into it, shaking, finally beginning to come down from her orgasm.

He broke the kiss, and her libido at least partly sated, Candice got a bit of her senses back. "I need to clean myself up," she said and quickly got up from the table. Before she left, she picked up the martini and downed it in one go. She needed it tonight.

As she made her way to the restroom, all eyes were on her.