"back at the porn shop"

You're certain it's a good choice. There's all sorts of fun to be had at the shop, toys, videos, outfits. Plus it's where you and Emma first met, so there's a sentimental thing going on as well. Not to mention, it's right off the street, so it lends itself well to exhibitionist tenancies.

Yes, you think, the porn shop is the perfect answer. You hope Emma thinks so too, forgetting that she's pretty much all but admitted being your obedient servant for the evening.

So she taps it into her phone, waits a moment then looks up at you and nods. "Okay." She says. "Twenty minutes."

"We'd better go." You say, getting up from your chair.

"What about dinner?" Emma asks.

"We'll eat it at the shop." You answer, thinking a milisecond later that it's a stupid, cheesy thing to say. But Emma let's out a faux shy little giggle. Clearly she's too horny to care about such things.

You exit the restaurant quickly, watching as Emma gives a little glance to the pretty redheaded waitress on your way out. You tell Emma that you should both take your car there. She nods in agreement, or in obedience perhaps. So you claim it from valet and are soon on the road.

As you drive you make the only small talk you can think of. "So what's the deal?" you ask, "You're into exhibitionism and pussies, but not guys anymore?"

Emma gives you a semi-shrug. "No, I'm still into guys, it's just that.... well they're kinda boring. They think they're so perverted but all they want to do is fuck and get on with it. They have no interest in the adventure. As soon as they suggest something fun like fucking in the street they freak out and run away. Girls are just... more fun, I guess."

You know without a doubt the type of guy she's talking about. "That's okay" You respond. "I won't take it personally."

Emma reaches over and puts her hand on your upper arm. "Although I have to admit, you're the least boring bloke I've met in a long, long time."

You look over at her. Her eyes are filled with desire. More likely desire for Jennifer Connelly's pussy. But you don't feel an ounce of jealousy. "Is that why you've agreed to be my obedient little..."

"I didn't agree to that yet." Emma insists, seemingly mostly playful, maybe trying to convince herself more than you. "I said we'll see."

"Okay." you respond, pulling into the parking lot for the porn shop, parking the car. "Get out of the car." You say. And Emma does. "Follow me." you say, and Emma does. Of course, she'd have done those things anyway, but you decide there's nothing wrong with reinforcing and underlining the new dynamic between you two. You quickly pull out your keys, unlock the door for the closed store, jump in, and turn off the security system.

Emma follows. And then waits. The lights flicker on, but she just stands there.

"What?" You ask.

"What?" She she responds. "You tell me. What's your next order."

You laugh. And you know what your next goal for the evening is... that is, aside from watching Emma's tongue slip into Jennifer Connelly's wonderful cunt.

Your goal is to get Emma to admit what's happening here. That at least for this evening, she belongs to you.

But one thing at a time. For the moment, Emma needs instruction.