personal toy

Sarah’s heart was racing. Her thoughts were racing. Should I offer to go to the loo with him? Give him a blow job? Let him fuck me? Something told her that would be too cheap, too predictable. Leon would get bored straight away.

Her gaze fell briefly on the waiter, who was watching her surreptitiously from the bar. And suddenly she had an idea.

She turned to Leon, looked him straight in the eye and purred in a soft, trembling voice:

“I’d love to be your personal toy… your little, obedient toy. And if you want everyone to see how beautiful your new toy is… then I’d show them. Here. Now. In front of everyone.”

As she said this, she slowly, very slowly, opened her legs.

The short red dress rode up. At first, all you could see were the smooth insides of her thighs. Then more and more. Her smooth cunt came into view – the full outer lips slightly swollen, the delicate pink inner lips glistening with arousal. A thick, silvery thread of her wetness was already stretching from her slit to the cushion of the bench.

Mia, sitting directly opposite, had a perfect view. So did the waiter.

Leon stared intently into Sarah’s eyes the whole time. Not a glance downwards. Just that intense, scrutinising gaze that literally pierced right through her.

The waiter arrived with fresh drinks. He tried to remain professional, but his eyes were glued to the space between Sarah’s widely spread legs. He saw every detail: the glistening moisture, the slightly parted pink lips, the way her cunt twitched with arousal. He cleared away the old glasses, set down the new ones – all the while staring unceasingly.

Sarah’s face was flushed with shame. Her stomach felt as if fireworks were exploding inside her. She wanted to close her legs, wanted to hide, wanted to sink into the floor – and at the same time, she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

How did I end up here?, she thought feverishly. My knickers are lying on the table in front of me… my dress has ridden up… I’m letting a stranger of a waiter and my new friend Mia stare right at my dripping cunt… whilst I look Leon in the eyes and hope he wants me…

Leon held her gaze. His hand lay still on her thigh, very close to her bare slit, but wasn’t touching her yet.

It took the waiter an unusually long time to finally leave. His trousers clearly showed a bulge.

Only when he had disappeared did Leon smile ever so slightly – a dangerous, satisfied smile.

“Interesting,” he murmured. His fingers finally moved higher, brushing ever so lightly over her wet, hot labia. Sarah flinched and stifled a moan.

“You really are ready for me,” he whispered in her ear again. “I like you. Very much so.”

Sarah sat there, legs still spread wide, her cunt on full display, her face bright red, her nipples rock-hard – and waited breathlessly for his next word.

Before Leon could slide his hand further between her legs, he suddenly leaned forward, took his glass and emptied it in a single, long gulp. The moment was over.

Sarah flinched as if she’d been torn from a hot dream. She sat up hastily, pressing her thighs tightly together. A soft, pained sigh escaped her – her swollen, wet labia rubbed hard against each other, sending another wave of hot arousal through her lower abdomen. She twisted her hips slightly, squeezing her cunt even tighter, as if trying to hold on to the pleasure. Then she quickly pulled her red dress down, smoothed it out and tried to look ‘decent’ again.

The only thing left of what had just happened was her wet knickers, which were still lying open on the table – a dark, tell-tale stain in the middle. And the wet mark on the leather cushion right under her arse. A large, shiny stain that was also visible on the back of her red dress. Sarah hadn’t noticed it yet. But Mia and Leon saw it clearly.

Leon set down the empty glass and looked at her calmly.

“I liked the photos from the last few days,” he said quietly. “You’re obedient. You’re making an effort. That’s a good start.”

Sarah’s heart beat faster. She waited anxiously for what was to come next.

“But before we get to know each other better, there’s something else I want to see from you.” Leon paused briefly. “I want to know if you can feel desire too. If you can take what you want.”

Sarah looked at him uncertainly. “You mean… do you want to…?”

Leon shook his head.

“No. Not yet. Tonight you’ll show me that you’re capable of having fun. You’ll pick up a man here in the bar. You’ll go home with him and spend the night with him. That’s your final task.”

Sarah blinked in surprise. Her cheeks flushed.

“You… you want me to pick someone up? A one-night stand?”

“Exactly,” Leon replied calmly. “I want to see how you do it.”

He slid a black key card across the table.

“That’s the key to a suite at the Grand Palais. Fifth floor, penthouse. The suite is yours for tonight. There’s a good camera system in there and everything else you need. You can film yourself if you like. And you’ll send me a few photos and videos tomorrow morning – so I can see how the evening went.”

Sarah took the card with slightly trembling fingers. She was nervous, embarrassed… but also strangely excited.

Leon stood up and buttoned his jacket.

“You’ve got until ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Find yourself someone. A man from this bar. And go with him to the suite.”

He looked at her intently once more.

“Show me you can do it.”

Then he turned and left the bar without looking back.

Sarah was left alone at the table, the key card in her hand, the red dress far too short, her pussy still wet from his earlier touch.

She took a deep breath, finished her drink and slowly looked around the bar.

Somewhere in here was a man she would take back to the suite with her tonight.