Hers

The shoelace is showing from under my sweater. One end of the long shoe lace tied to my wallet, which she has put in my backpocket. The other end of the rope disappearing in the front of my trousers, hanging against the inside of my leg. Tied with a firm knot around my dick.

She waves her hand, dismissing me, and without hesitating I return to the small table where we had been sitting before. I notice how the shoelace in my trousers tickles against my leg and when I sit down I feel the not on my dick. I can’t help getting aroused.

She doesn’t take long to come back from the toilet where she put the rope on me. I watch her walking towards me. Proud and charming on beautiful high heels. There isn’t a guy in this restaurant that doesn’t look at her. I am sure she notices that I put her long coat on a hanger, but she doesn’t say a word. She takes a small sip of her drink. I haven’t touched my glass, waiting for a sign that she approves of my choice for her drink. A dry Italian white wine.

She puts her glass down and focuses on me with her eyes. A nervous feeling enters my stomach. Did I make the right choice?

“This is very nice wine.” She smiles, her pretty red lips parting a little. 

Thank god. Now I can take a sip of my beer and my hand reaches for the glass. “Stop!. Did I tell you to get a drink for yourself?”

“No Miss”, I stammer softly. One long nailed finger points at the table. Telling me to put my glass back. How can I not obey? The nervous feeling in my stomach returns instantly. She lets the feeling sink in. Watching me with her intense green eyes. Maybe for only half a minute. But it feels much longer.

“You meant well I guess. And you ordered my favorite wine. So tell me you were too forward getting a drink for yourself and that you are sorry about that, and maybe I will let you drink it.” Her voice is soft but fills my head as if I am wearing earphones and there is only her, her, her.

She is the most beautiful woman I ever have been out with. Drinks on fridaynight. The kind of woman my ex would look at with a wrinkled nose and downturned mouth. Literal eyecatching make up on her face. Bright red lips and dark around her big eyes. An amazing flowery perfume. Dressed to kill in her short skirt, tight longsleeved shirt – that shows the curve of her perfect boobs in detail – a leather jacket and supersexy heels.

Exactly the opposite of my exes choice in clothes and make up. Slutty or even whorey according to her. Do it need more reasons to explain why she is my ex?

Don’t get me wrong. I knew she was too young for me and far too pretty. And I also knew she would use me. But I didn’t care. I wanted to be with her as long as I could.

“Yes Miss”, I whispered. It takes me a moment to get my senses together and phrase the right excuse. I feel my voice is shacking.  I am excited by this. “I am sorry Miss. I was much too forward ordering a drink for me and drinking from it. But I didn’t dare asking you. I am sorry Miss. It won’t happen again.”.

Her face shows me that I didn’t convince her. Where did I go wrong? What does she want me to say? “What kind of excuse is that? Telling me you were afraid to ask me? You know what we agreed on my Toy, about making up excuses …

I will forgive you this time, because I can see you are really sorry. But don’t let it happen again! I want total honesty!”.

It feels as if she has slapped me in my face. Even though she smiles.

“Drink your beer now before it gets warm.”

I bow my head and take a sip of my beer telling myself to not let this happen again. She notices everything about me and knows how to swing my emotions from left to right and back again. Manipulating my mind with even her smallest smiles. How often had I dreamed of this. And now it is happening. I am together with a dominant, stunning beautiful lady.

When she finishes her drink she gets up, getting her coat. I haven’t got time to finish my drink. Barely time to grab my coat, throwing – more then enough to cover the bill - 10 euro on the table and reaching the door in time to hold it open for her.

Her little smile is my reward.

Should I walk behind her or next to her? I decide on the first, but she turns around and beckons me. “Walk beside met Toy. That’s ok. We are going shopping!” Her smile is wider now.

I feel my smile  getting wide as well. This is a big honor. Walking beside this beautiful lady. Showing everyone we are together. And I can feel how proud I am!

Proudly windowshopping with a beautyqueen. One of my dreams is coming true! Stopping at windows and listening to her enthousiastic voice telling me what she likes. And everytime I honestly agree with her.

The sexy high heels, the dresses. She has such a perfect taste. Classy, sexy. I can’t stop my mind from wondering how those clothes would look on her. And she knows I am thinking this.

She loves it! Pointing out black satin skirts. Sexy lingerie. Pumps. Wedges. Boots. Without exception heeled 10 cm or more.

I can feel the effect it has on me. My dick is getting harder. The shoelace tightening around it. Reminding me that she tied them together. Reminding me that my horny dick and wallet are connected now. Reminding me of the first words she spoke to me: I will date you for your money my Toy.

God that had me almost cumming then and it still feels so strong!

“Look at these boots Toy! Don’t you agree they should be on my feet? I would maybe let you touch my calves. Wouldn’t you love that?”. A question that needs no answer. She knows I am getting hornier by the second. Hornier and weaker. She knows I am her Toy.

“Where that shoelace touches your upperleg now … the toe of that boot on my foot could be. Imagine the soft leather touch, sliding against your leg! Come!”

I follow her around a corner into a small quiet road. The shops are already closed. There aren’t many people around and non here.

She turns to me and watches the crotch of my pants. A fat bump showing. “Take it out for me Toy. And be careful with that rope around your dick!”. She smiles a bit cruel enjoying my awkwardness.

“Miss”, I stammer, “We are in public”. I know I should not doubt her choices. But everyone could see us here.

“Don’t you think I know where we are?”. Her voice is like steel. Her eyes full of fury. “Get .. your .. dick .. out!”

I unzip my pants in a hurry and take my dick out. I am not wearing underwear. Just as she had ordered me over the phone. My dick is swollen, but not rockhard. Nerves there as well.

She seems satisfied. “Now take out your wallet. Slowly! So you know what you are doing. I want you to feel that you are taking out your wallet for me!.” My mind is going crazy. This feels so wonderful!

“Just let it hang on the rope. The rope won’t fall of your dick now anymore. I am sure!” 

She smiles looking at my stiffening dick. The shoelace is tight now. Very tight. I reach for my wallet and carefully remove it from my backpocket. Bending forward before I let it go. Hoping it won’t hurt my dick too much when it hangs there.

At least there are no coins in it. So it isn’t that heavy, bangling between my legs. I still keep getting harder and more excited. Especially when she steps closer and puts her hand just a little above the level of my ..(her?) wallet.

“Now we will see how strong you are. Do you think you can keep yourself from buying  me clothes?”. Her smile is fucking my brain. She is serious about this. She will take what she can from me. I know she warned me. I know, but I thought it would be a game. Now it is turning into reality. A vicious circle of excitement, fear, excitement. She controls it!

She smiles again. “Stand still. You don’t have to do a thing. Your answer will come easily. Your body will give it Toy”. She smiles so beautiful and her face comes closer to mine. “Do you want me happy Toy? Do you want to tribute me?”

Her voice is a whisper but so beautiful! My dick was already getting hard and I was getting more horny. But her soft whispered question brings it to the next level. The knot of the shoelace is pressing painfully, but there is no stopping it. My dick rises and so does the wallet on the string. 

It is rockhard now. On the same level as her steady put out hand. “Good Toy” she whispers. Licking her beautiful lips.

I can’t stop it. Even if I wanted it. And the fact that the nails on her free hand are softly tickling my balls doesn’t help either.

She giggles and makes me feel so helpless and weak, but at the same time wanting this and wanting more of it, that I can’t help moaning softly.

Of course I want to tribute her! But that is not the point anymore. Now I will even beg to tribute her!

And as this thought enters my mind, my dick rises even more. The wallet pulling it back a little. Feeling that I almost cum! I have to close my eyes to concentrate!

My dick can’t get any stiffer, but for sure I can’t cum now. She will kill me! “Good Toy! You are doing so well! Look. The wallet is almost in my hand now. But I have got you so excited now, that it is not in my hand but above it!”. She laughs and my dick twitches violently.

“Ah my horny Toy. So eager to please his Miss!” Her lips are so close again. “I want the wallet in my had Toy! And I want you to do it!” She is relentless.

“So get your dick downagain Toy!”I moan. It is impossible to do that now!

“There are two ways to make that happen Toy. But I have already chosen. You are doing so well today. And I know what you want. I know you want release.”

I can’t answer her. Concentrating on keeping my dick hard. Which isn’t even that hard. Because every word of her excites me in a way I have never felt before.

“You know what will happen Toy. I know it scares you. I know it scares you that you to realize I have so much power over you. Power over your mind, your body and also over your …..”. She giggles.

“Do you want to cum Toy?” Her voice is shockingly close. Her tongue touching my ear!

“You know what will happen when you cum Toy! Your wallet will be in my hands. In my pretty greedy hands. Does that scare you Toy? The thought of me controlling your wallet? But you want to cum now, don’t you. Hahahaha. You can’t stop cumming now. Tell me Toy! Do you want me to control your wallet?”

“Ohhh Miss. Yes .. No. Oh my god please don’t take my wallet. Oh my god I want to cum so hard!” I am confused, scared, excited! 

“You did not think this would be your choice? I will choose Toy!” Her free hand is on my balls again. Not tickling now but massaging it. And suddenly her other hand is on my naked leg.

Her sharp nails digging in my flesh. Scratching me painfully but so amazingly exciting. 

Then one of her nails touches my dick soflty and I cum! So hard! My sperm shoots from my balls and she has her hand under the wallet again. Watching my twitching dick triumphant. Still massaging my balls with her other hand so my dick keeps twitching and I get milked totally dry.

Then she lets my balls go and milks the last bit of sperm from my cock. I finally stop twitching.

Standing there. Empty. Tired. Humble. Slowly my dick is relaxing. The blood returning to other parts of my body. The wallet is going down with it. She tells me to watch it. How it touches her hand. Slowly tumbling down in it .. until its completely flat. Her wallet now.

“Good Toy!” She really sounds happy. “Tomorrow I will take that wallet shopping! I will keep it now and I am going home. You can follow me there and sleep in the kitchen Toy. You know how I want my eggs and juice tomorrow! And if you are a good Toy I will maybe take you shopping tomorrow!”

I am walking behind her. Watching her beautiful legs. I am empty, but I am hers. Empty but happy to serve her!