Making a Scene

As you arrive at the restaurant, Maisie is looking so breathtaking you genuinely aren't sure if you are going to be able to hold your shit together enough to pull this off. Heads are already turning just at the two of you being shown to your table, and the other diners have no idea what is going to happen later. It is a popular and crowded local spot, and there are some familiar faces here for sure.

Honestly, there was a time before the curse when Maisie dressing up nicely and going for dinner with you like this would have been more than enough to make you happy in itself. You know you are the envy of every other guy in the room. You have made some effort with your own appearance, throwing on as nice a shirt as you own and chinos rather than jeans for once, but you aren't kidding yourself that the pair of you look like any kind of match. In her short black dress, which strikes a perfect balance between sexy and classy, with matching high heels, her hair up and accessories carefully chosen to enhance her look, it is like you are on a date with a movie star. But Maisie seems uncharacteristically nervous, which is very understandable.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" you ask.

The question is completely disingenuous of course. She is, because you commanded her to be. But part of you is starting to feel a little uneasy about this, now that it is becoming real. You are about to strip and humiliate someone you care about, certainly your closest friend and possibly your only one, in public. Yes, this is one of her greatest sexual fantasies, she has admitted that. And who gets to live out those? But you also know that, under normal circumstances where you hadn't played with her mind, she would never agree to do this - and certainly not with you.

"Of course I do. I didn't get all dressed up like this just for you to wimp out at the last minute" Maisie tells you curtly.

It looks like you couldn't back out of this now if you wanted to, and honestly you don't. Still, you feel a little bad as you watch Maisie preen herself in that way she does when she is feeling self conscious.

"You're going to have to command me to do this" Maisie whispers to you over her menu "I'm not going to be able to go through with it otherwise. And it's hotter when I don't have a choice"

"Okay" You look into Maisie's eyes. God, she's beautiful "Maisie, you will be loudly rude and insulting to the waiting staff whenever they come to our table. Then, when I order you to, you must strip in front of everyone, just as I instruct you to, until you are fully naked. You will enjoy it, but mustn't let that on, and must act humiliated, outraged and ashamed"

"Okay, got it" Maisie nods approvingly, as if you have done your job to her satisfaction. You got your orders in just in time, as a young male waiter approaches the table.

"Good evening, can I get you something to drink?" he asks you both genially.

"Well it's about time!" Maisie raises her voice so everyone can hear "the drinks should be on the house with how slow the service is here!"

People are already looking at your table disapprovingly. You have been there all of five minutes. Maisie is coming across every inch as the hot little princess who is used to getting everything she wants. Nobody likes that.

"I'm sorry, madam. I'm afraid I don't have the authority to do that" the poor waiter answers, a little thrown.

"Of course you don't, you look like you should be at school!" Maisie blasts him "Just get me a large red wine and my friend here a lager. That simple enough for you? And try not to take all evening!"

People nearby can be heard muttering under their breath about your companions poor conduct, while Maisie is looking at you expectantly.

"I can't do it yet" you tell her "I need everyone here to really hate you and think you deserve it first so nobody tries to stop me"

"That makes sense I guess" Maisie tells you calmly, as this is the most natural situation in the world to be in "We getting starters?"