Lost and Found

"Good, I'm glad. Maybe you should stop sucking now, I think the bartender is coming over to check on us." She laughed. His face turned red and he quckly pulled his fingers out of his mouth. Lavender just smirked at him as the bartender walked to their end of the bar.

"So, you folks get what you needed?" He asked, being far to clever by half in Philip's opinion. "Yes, I think we both have had enough for the moment," Lavender replied, smiling. Nothing seemed to phase or bother her, a trait Philip admired and was jealous of.

"Well, just let me know if I can be of any more service," He smiled at Lavender and walked away.

"So, Philip, are you hungry? I think maybe we can talk over some food? Did you drive here?"

Things were moving so fast, Phil's mind was swirling. "Uh, yeah, something to eat would be good. And yeah, I drove."

"Good, I took an Uber here, didn't know whether I'd wind up just dancing and drinking or if I'd find what I came looking for. Looks like I did a litte bit of it all!"

"Well, I'm glad you are having a good time," was all he could muster at that moment. "What sort of food do you want?"

"Hmmm...Something fairly fast, let us sit in the car and chat while we eat. That ok with you?"

"Sure," he said trying to think of what she might like, "Anything you want."

"That is exactly the attitude and behaviour I'm looking for, toy." While the tone was light, playful, there was an undercurrent in the words that said she was saying exactly what she meant.

"Why don't you settle up our tab with the bartender so we can really get started on our night together?" While she said it, she recrossed her legs, eliciting another moan of frustrated need and desire from him. "I really can't wait to be alone with you so that I can really see the effect I am having."

He estimated the amount of drinks they had and laid a few bills on the bar, enough to cover their drinks and leave him a nice tip as well. He shouted down the bar to him, "Heading out, have a good night."

"Y'all do the same," he smiled, seemingly more for Lavender than him, which, watching her walk in front of him, he could understand completely. The skirt was short, just long enough to cover her stocking tops, but it hugged her ass and showed off her curves so well that he thought it must have been tailor made for her. His cock was pulsing now, his thoughts racing as he tried to find some composure so that he didn't look or act like what he was, a horny, desperate, enthralled man.

When they manuevered their way through the now growing crowd he managed to get in front of her so he could hold the door for her. She smiled. "Good to see you were raised well. Manners are important for a boy to have, dont you think?" The smirk she gave him let him know that she was well aware of her superiority over him. He knew at that moment it was just a matter of how she chose to use it.

They walked together as a couple. She took his hand as they walked out to his car. "Um, I know it's not much, but how would you feel about something like a Sonic for our food," he asked, worried that he might be making a mistake by picking such a mundane spot. "There's one not that far away and they have decent food and great tea," he offered in case she'd not eaten there before.

"Oh, perfect. I love sonic. And I agree, it's a good spot to talk and chat." When they got to his car, Phil walked her around to the passenger side and unlocked and opened the door for her. As he held it, he couldn't help but stare as she got in. The skirt rose well past her stocking tops, almost to the very top of her legs. She was obviously aware as she took her time getting in and she didn't pull the skirt down, rather, she let it ride up the rest of the way.

"Go ahead, I want you to have a nice little reward for being such a chivalrous gentleman!" She laughed, "besides, you should have at least a glimpse of the hot, wet pussy that your fingers were in; as well as the one that will be controlling your cock for at least the night. Look at my legs, philip, my pussy, can you feel them in your cock? Can you feel their control and power over you?" She laughed that wicked laugh again. Her eyes looked at him, the bulge now prominent in his pants, the glazed, desperate, hungry, needful look in his eyes as he stared not even blinking, unable to control the groan that came out, long, low, pained; it showed her just how needy he was already for her. "That's enough, stop ogling and let's get going, there's so much I want to do, and I'm thinking of more by the minute!"

He shook himself as she grabbed the door handle and began to pull it from his hand. He pushed it closed, biting his lip, swearing to himself that he'd get control of the desire, the need, the lust he was feeling and not be so obvious in his reactions. He wanted to try to show that he wasn't some pushover. That lasted all the way around the front of the car and up until the moment he opened his door and sat behind the wheel. Because once he was in, the door shut, she stopped him from pressing the button to start the car. Her legs opened slowly, and she looked over at him as he again started to stare. "Take it out."

THe look of surprise on his face made her laugh. "You heard me, boy, take it out. I want to see what I'm working with before we go any further. Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt and she pulled it up again, giving him a full view of her smooth pussy and wet lips. "Show me the cock that controls you, and that I now control, therefore, giving me control of you." The laugh was now coupled with a moan as her fingers found her wet pussy and she began to rub as she looked at him.

He was going to say something, but realized that he couldn't. He was afraid of disappointing her, so he did as he was told. He uzipped his pants, fumbling awkwardly as he was having a hard time pulling his erection out through the zipper. "Go on, undo your pants, I want to see it all anyway, cock and balls." She moaned again, which caused him to groan. The words she was saying making him even more desperate, horny. He undid the button at the top then, opening up the front of his pants. He rose a little, enough to be able to pull his boxer briefs down and allow his cock to spring out and up. It was standing straight up as he stared at her fingers working her pussy.

"Ohhh!" She exclaimed, with both a bit of surprise and glee. "It's so big! I'm sure that would feel just wonderful in my pussy for both you and me! Maybe, if you are a good boy, you'll find out. But, do you know what is going to give me so much more pleasure?"

He shook his head, words failing him now as he felt himself falling even further into her control. "Making it ache, making it HURT! My pussy is so wet right now imagining how desperate you are going to be as you see me cumming in so many different ways while you have to wait for me to allow you to. Seeing that cock locked in a cage, straining, hurting you as that cock can't help but try to get hard even though it will bring you so much pain!" She was now obviously seeing it in her mind as her fingers worked and her words came out with breathy moans and little wicked laughs. "Stroke it for me, boy, but no cumming, or I'll just get out of the car and find someone better suited to please me.

Stroke it hard, bring yourself right to the edge of release and then hands on the steering wheel and eyes on my legs and pussy. I've always wanted to lock a cock that size up and see just how much it hurt when it couldn't help but swell and strain against its cage because of what I was doing. I plan on having you on your knees, watching me fuck my soaking pussy with my favorite toy. Watching me cum as I see your cock confined, pressing against a cage with little spikes that I think was DESIGNED for you! The pain of those spikes making you ache, beg for relief, making you hurt, maybe to the point of tears in your eyes! You knowing All you have to do not to feel that pain is to control an erection that you can't even have!" She laughed harder now as her fingers started to make her moan more.

His own fist flew up and down his shaft, following her direction until he couldn't take any more and even then, he could barely get himself to stop. She saw the struggle he was having and it excited her more. She saw him lunge his hands onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly, his body shaking with need and frustration as his cock leaked a stream of precum and her fingers drove her closer and closer to the wave of orgasm she wanted, needed to feel. Her mind was filling with thoughts of what she planned, many of which she wouldn't tell him yet, because as scared as he was of her leaving him, she also didn't want to scare him off either. He was going to be the perfect toy for her to play with.

She could feel it radiating off of him and right into her pussy. She imagined multiple scenarios with him, his body restrained so that she could work her will with him, or him subservient, doing as he was told because of his desire for her. She could see him on his knees, his eyes wide with surprise as she pulled her skirt up to expose her strap-on to him for the first time. Feel that hesitation as she grabbed his head and pushed it down, forcing him to suck it as she felt the rush of her power in her pussy and body. Now, she was cumming, moaning, telling him in the car that he would be hers to do with what she wanted, making him acknowledge it, to make herself cum harder.

"You understand that you will be mine in any way I want, don't you, boy?"

"Yes, Lavender, I do," he barely whispered, she could see his cock pulsing with her words and his own submission.

"You will only touch me when or where I say, the same applies to yourself, do you agree?" She gasped now, feeling the rush, the thrill of her own dominance over him building in her pussy.

"Yes, Lavender, I agree." He said the words meekly, with a deep voice that made the contradiction of his size, his own physical presence against his now obvious and total submission to her all the more satisfying.

"Stroke it again, but don't you dare cum, watch me, watch me cum instead," she moaned with a sexual passion and energy that made him nearly cum without even touching his cock. His fist gripped it, he stroked lightly, afraid of doing it any harder lest he make a massive mess in his car.

"Oh, no, phil, harder. Show me you want me, but show me you can control it! Stroke it as if I said you COULD cum, stroke it imagining I said you could FUCK me! Do it, maybe I'll get so turned on I'll let you do it here. You can slide that seat back and I'd just climb on top of you letting you bury that long thick cock in my tight, soaking, wet pussy! STROKE!!!" The command and the moan in her voice, the closeness of her orgasm that even he could feel coming off of her was making him dizzy.

He pumped now as if he were going to cum, filled with the hope that if he just did it in the right way, or reacted the right way, looked at her the right way, she'd do as she said and let him cum inside of her. He needed it, wanted it. His eyes were nearly watering now with both need and the overpowering view of her legs and pussy as she fingered it. "That's it, show me that you want me, tell me!" The words came out in breaths, he could tell she was feeling more and more aroused, which made him even more hopeful.

"I--I--I do want you, Lavender, more than anything in the world right now! I want you with my whole mind and body, pleaseee, god, pleaseeeeee!" His own words were ragged as he stroked, trying to control what was now on the edge of being completely uncontrollable. He bit his lip hard again in the place he had before. The sting hurting him, but, giving him a little bit more reserve to hold off the river of cum that was threatening to flood out of him.

"Good boy, keep pumping that cock, keep showing me how badly you want it. Ohhhhh....yesssss, cumming nowwwwwww" She almost screamed it in the closed car, the windows now fogged from both of them. She plunged her fingers in and out, the wet noises just making him gasp and moan louder. Her fingers worked her clit, or moved and pinched a nipple through her blouse. She stared at his hand going up and down, then looked at his eyes, the unmistakeable wicked smile was there again. The laugh even more wicked as she came. "Hands off, boy, NOW!" she put force into the word and while his whole body and brain was screaming no, he opened his fist and grabbed for the steering wheel again, his hands trembling, his whole body now shaking with frustrated need. His hands almost pulled off the wheel to finish what he had started. he was so close, just a stroke or two more and he'd have been cumming.

She could see it in his eyes, and it gave her pleasure to know how frustrated he was getting, knowing that she was going to multiply it, make it so many, many times worse. She held her fingers out to him, "Clean." It was a single word, but, it packed so much symbolic meaning. It wasn't a request, but a command, it wasn't for his sexual gratification, though, it would serve to frustrate him and make him need her more, it was for convenience and pleasure as well. She didn't hold them up to his lips, he had to lean down to take them into his mouth. He was hers, and she was demonstrating it with this one word and action. He leaned down, taking her fingers into his mouth. His tongue working up and down and around them as his mouth sucked on them. "That's it, phil, all the way down." She laughed, now starting to move them in and out of his mouth. "You are a good luttle sucker, aren't you?

Her laugh carried the implications of what she meant and she could taste his embarrassment, his abject submission. "All the way down, baby, get used to it, I have so many ways I'm going to use your mouth!" His groan at her words made her tingle, his following her instructions made her giddy with the power she was feeling. She pulled her fingers from his mouth then, and could see both the embarrassment and disappointment play over his cheeks and face.

"Now, you can drive. And no, don't even think about putting your pants on. I want you to drive just like that. Maybe I'll let you adjust enough for modesty when we get to the Sonic, but, if I decide not to, you'll do exactly as your told, won't you my toy?"

"Y-y-yes, Lavender, i will." The words even shocked him as he realized that he would.

He looked for and found the key fob that he had dropped when she started touching herself. He pressed the button and began to drive.

"So, tell me, philip, how long have you been alone? I mean, you aren't dating any one are you?"

While it came out as a question, it really wasn't. He was unsure how she knew, but, it was obvious that she knew he wasn't attached to anyone. "Since right after covid started," he replied. "She got a job out in California, and I had a job already that I didn't want to give up, and there was no way to just transfer out there. We tried to make long distance work, but, when covid really got going, there was just no way. She was kind of phobic about it and so, after a few months of that, we just both agreed it was best to part."

"I see," she said. "Was she like me? Were you a submissive toy to her, like you are going to be to me?"

The words were meant to tease, to taunt him a little and they had the effect she wanted and more. The redness that rose in his cheeks made her pussy contract. "Y-yeah, she liked being in control in the bedroom, sexually I guess. She would do it anywhere at times, but, with most everything else, we were equals I think. But, she controlled our sex life for sure."

He thought that was enough information for her, but it wasn't. She now was curious and wanted to know more. "How do you mean she controlled your sex life, toy, and what do you mean anywhere?" She had pulled her skirt down to it's normal length, but her fingers were now moving up and down her inner thigh, the skirt rising a little with each upward stroke. He was pulling into traffic now, getting on the highway for the brief 15 minute trip to the Sonic exit. He kept his eyes on the road as best he could, but her movements were more than a little distracting. She didn't fail to notice. "Eyes on the road, boy, see that truck, pull up beside it and match his speed, since you can't look, someone should be able to see, don't you think, now, start talking."

"Well," he started hesitantly, heightening her enjoyment of his embarrassment at having to describe his submission aloud, "she was more or less in charge of our sexual activity when it wasn't just spontaneous lovemaking or romantic I guess the right word would be. When it was going to be more about "play," she was totally in charge. She controlled when or even IF I got to cum or not during our ummm, "sessions." She was always in charge of what we did, including some roleplaying.

I guess what probably allowed her into my head the most and when she really started using her power was when she forced me to show her my computer; it had pics I'd collected, stories I'd written or saved, some vids, etc. That's how she found out about my weakness for teachers, and she often would choose that as a roleplay. She also learned about my weakness for stockings or pantyhose on her, so, she started wearing them all the time around me. After she had seen my weaknesses displayed visually to her, I was hers and she knew it.

I'd know for sure it was going to be a "session" night whenever I would come home and she was wearing seamed stockings. She knew I had no control when seeing those or the pantyhose version of them too. I guess you could say I was her sex slave or servant or whatever, but it was always about her pleasure and my frustration and denial, which gave her even more pleasure." Once started, the words flowed out of him, like he was at a confessional and he was finally able to let out things he had been holding in. She let him ramble on a bit longer, as her fingers again found the folds of her pussy as he pulled up by the trucker.

"When we were out, she knew how much it embarrassed me to get hard. I guess it stems from being this size since I was in middle school and not being able to hide the erections no matter what. And they came so often back then. So, she liked making that happen as well. She also loved teasing, like you do. She said she loved watching guys get hard for her and seeing their frustration of wanting what they couldn't have." Here he hesitated, she looked over at him, then she turned her head to look and smile at the trucker as her fingers pushed once more into her pussy. "Ohhhhh...he's looking, love it, he's smiling, wanting us to pull off at the next stop. I nodded we would, but when we get close, you will just slow down, pull in behind him, and I'll give him a wave as we drive by. For now, you can look you horny little bastard, look and think of what you might be getting! ummmmm....so hot. Keep going. What aren't you saying now, tell me, philip!"

"Uh," his face started turning redder as the words came out. She sensed something and while she didn't stop playing with her own pussy, he suddenly felt her hand grip his cock and begin stroking. She kept looking at the trucker, her hand now stroking his exposed cock. While he knew no one could see, he still was embarrassed more. And, her hand was 10 times more intense than his own, and he was already aching, trying to hold back cumming. "She would tease other guys, making sure I watched. She'd dance when we were out at clubs, but, she danced with the intent of making them cum in their pants, and she did that quite often. She'd come back to the table and--oh god, Lavender, I can't take that much longer, oh fuckkkkkk...and brag about having made them shoot in their pants, soaking themselves."

His words just drove her to stroke him harder, faster. "That's it, keep looking at my pussy, you want it so badly, don't you. Slow down, philip, exit is coming up, I want him to think we are going to follow him. That's it, keep your signal on as you pull in behind him. Ummm...there he goes...and...oh fuck yesssssss!" She said it as we passed by, she must have seen the look on him that she was looking for as her fingers again pushed inside her pussy and she moaned. "Keep talking, did she cuckold you, is that what you are trying to get out?" She didn't stop touching her pussy as we passed him as he got off on the exit ramp, he could imagine the frustration on the trucker's face now. She didn't stop pumping his cock either. And he was groaning intensely now.