When we got to the hotel, we pretty much had to start getting ready straight away, otherwise we were going to be late. I slipped into my dress, a floor length, navy blue curve hugger that shimmered every time I moved. I absolutely fell in love with it as soon as I saw it. I paired it with silver heels and a pair of diamond earrings Mark had given me for my birthday in September. When I came back out into the living room, Mark let out a low whistle.
“Damn, you look good,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing my earlobe gently. I could feel my body reacting to his touch, but forced the thoughts away. We were going out, there was no time for anything like that.
“Hey, before we go, I decided I want to give you a taste of what it would be like to be my submissive.”
I didn’t know what to expect as Mark moved over to the table where there lay a little box. He brought it over to me and I opened it. Lying in the bottom of the box was a small egg-like silver vibrator. I looked up at Mark, my eyes filled with both confusion and a little bit of worry. We didn’t have time to play with this, we had to get going. He smiled and took the vibrator out of the box. Slowly, tantalizingly, he slid my dress up my leg and reached in between my thighs.
A small gasp escaped my lips as I felt his fingers finding the thin fabric of my panties and slipping through to the other side of them, to the folds of my sex.
He pressed the egg inside of me slowly, carefully, and I grabbed at his shoulders.
“What are you doing, we have to get going!” I exclaimed, worried, but excited at the same time.
Mark pulled his fingers out from inside of me. Suddenly, the vibrator began to work inside of me, buzzing to life and immediately making my legs feel like jelly. I gasped and looked up at him, and he grinned, turning off the vibrator and pulling a small remote from his pocket; it looked like a garage door opener.
“What...” I started, but my voice trailed away. I didn’t even know what to ask.
“For tonight, you’re mine. You’ll never know when I turn this on, and when I do, you’re going to have to work hard to stop people from noticing.”
Suddenly it clicked. I realized exactly what was going to happen, and my eyes widened. A part of me wanted to tear the vibrator out of me, throw it away, go to the party normally. But still, something inside of me resisted. Something inside of me made me stop, made me do as Mark wanted. I didn’t really know why, but I obeyed.
He took my arm and led me back to the waiting car. My mind was swirling with thoughts. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to react. I mean, what was I supposed to do? I had to wait with this thing inside of me, wait until Mark decided he was going to turn it on. He had complete and total control over it, complete and total control over me tonight, and just the thought of it was turning me on. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t how I was supposed to act. This wasn’t me at all, and yet it was happening.
On the way to the hotel, Mark described his family to me.
“My mother is the ultimate family matriarch. She’s what you think of when you think cranky, old, rich white woman. Don’t be surprised if she randomly sprouts off some terrible racist opinion, there’s a good chance that will happen in your presence at some point. She’ll look down on you, she’ll make disparaging comments about your appearance, but she’ll do it subtly enough that you’ll feel rude if you reply back.”
“She sounds lovely.”
“Yeah. She was actually a decent human being when I was young, believe it or not. I think arthritis has made her cranky.”
“Don’t worry, I do actually get along with most people.”
Mark smiled wryly. “Don’t say that until you’ve actually met my family. My father will probably actually like you. He’ll be incredibly polite, he’ll be charming, but under that facade is a man that you don’t want to know.”
That was all Mark said on the subject. He was silent for a minute, living his own memories, then continued.
“My sister will be there as well. She’s lovely. She’s older than me by a couple years, thirty five now. She runs the east coast side of things, as you know. She’s easy to have a conversation with, I think the two of you will get along fine.”
As the car pulled up to the upscale luxury hotel where the charity dinner was taking place, I could feel my nerves starting to take over. What if I screwed this up? What if I completely embarrassed Mark? There was a very real possibility of that happening given the ticking time bomb inside of me. It could go off at any minute, and then what? Would I be able to hide it from everyone? Would they hear? Oh God, what if someone heard? What if someone figured it out? What would I do? It would be humiliating.