You beg for an orgasm.

Greg steps closer and before you can react his hands are between your spread thighs. Unlike his wife the tall dominant is less than gentle. His thumb and finger pinch the fleshy fold at the top of your labia, expertly trapping your aroused clitoris beneath it's hood. He applies a little pressure to your swollen bud beneath it's protective folds and you take a sharp intake of breath at the mixture of arousal, discomfort and a little pain you experiance. His other hand slides up your stockinged thigh and you feel a single finger slide into you, the first penetration your pussy has ever had.

"You were correct Nicole." Greg comments smiling. "Wet and very hot."

"Make me cum." You gasp. "You have me so wet, I need to cum."

"Are you giving me orders now Michelle?" Greg asks, his tone chiding you. "I am afraid that is not how this works. Beg me very politely."

This was your fantasy, to be under the control of a dominant man. Greg is handsome and tall and his wife Nicole is beautiful, the perfect couple to submit yourself to. Greg's fingers pinch your clitoral hood once more, eliciting a moan from you and urging you to respond to him.

"Please sir, make me orgasm." You concede.

"Are you ready to be mine for the night Michelle?" Greg asks. "To obey me without question and submit yourself to my control?"

"Yes sir, I am." You cry out as his fingers pinch and tease your labia. "I submit to you if you make me cum for you."

Greg laughs and two more fingers thrust inside your wet quim. He fingers you roughly, pinching and squeezing your clitoris painfully as his fingers thrust hard and fast into you. You cry out, piteously as you are fingerfucked. You can feel your pussy is sopping wet. Each time his fingers thrust there are soft wet sounds that seem so dreadfully loud. Greg swiftly and expertly brings you to a peak of arousal, and an explosive sensation of emotions makes you cry out. You moan loudly, your vagina clenching and relaxing in spasms as you orgasm. You sit there gasping as the waves of ecstacy slowly abate.

Your senses slowly return and you look up to see Greg standing there smiling at you. There is the sound of hands clapping and you look startled around you. The bar area has been slowly filling during your interaction with Greg and Nicole and you evidently attracted quite an audience.

"Nicole, your belt." Greg commands his wife.

Nicole stands and obediantly hitches up her white dress. You had imagined that the redhead would be wearing sexy underwear or perhaps none at all. You are surprised to see that instead her vagina is encased in a shiny chrome chastity belt. Around each of her thighs is a chrome band, the two bands are linked by a short chain preventing her from parting her thighs more than a few inches.

"Do you think that Michelle will look beautiful in your belt Nicole?" Greg muses to his wife.

"Yes sir." Nicole answers dutifully. "She is a very beautiful woman. The belt will look very good on her."

"No." You say, staring in fear and fascination at the chastity device, but you voice is quiet and cowed and lacks conviction.

"Yes Michelle." Greg says, his steady masculine voice insistant and dominant. "You agreed to submit, will you renege on your word?"

"No sir." You say quietly.

"Very well then, stand up Michelle." He orders.

You stand, a little unsteadily and shellshocked from experiancing your first orgasm since taking the pink pills. You watch, nervously trembling slightly and biting your lip as Greg takes a key from his pocket and unlocks Nicole's chastity belt. He lifts the device away from his wife and toys with the chrome belt as he smiles at you.