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Stephanie's Submission
Part 1 ? The Restaurant
By Rilawild
Stephanie was nervous as she walked down the street towards the restaurant.It was early, she'd just left work, and she knew that the restaurant wouldnot be full at this time of day. Her anticipation was tempered by her nervousnessat the thought of what she was to do. Her on-line ?master' had ordered hergo to a restaurant, have a meal and at some point, she must go to the ladiesroom, remove her panties and fasten them around her wrist. They must remainin plain sight until she had left the restaurant, and most importantly of allshe should allow a waiter or waitress to see them. Those simple and deliciouslynaughty instructions had consumed all of her thoughts during the day.
The restaurant that she'd chosen was in a different neighbourhood from heroffice so she thought that it should be fairly safe; she'd eaten there onceor twice before and she knew the layout. She rounded the corner and the restaurantwas only a few hundred feet away now and she was getting very nervous aboutwhat she was planning to do. The embarrassment that she knew she would sufferhad fuelled her daydream fantasies all day. Then, she'd felt that she was unableto wait, but now she felt different. Now that the moment was upon her, shewasn't sure that she could go through with it. Deep inside though, she knewthat she had to obey her commands.
She was now outside the restaurant and turned to look in the window. Therewere more people inside than she'd anticipated and her doubts blossomed intooutright fear. ?I can't do this. It's just too much to ask,' shethought. She had to get away. Across the street was a small park and she walkedquickly away from the restaurant, each step taking her further and furtheraway from her fate and bringing relief from the fear churning in her stomach.
There was a bench by the path. Sitting down, Stephanie sighed and droppedher head into her hands. ?I'm a failure. I can't follow even the most simpleinstruction. I'm not worthy to be anyone's submissive slave.' She criedfor a few minutes but eventually wiped her eyes.
The sun was getting low on the horizon. A few people walked along the street,passing the restaurant that she'd eschewed. She wasn't sure what to do, butas she calmed down she began to think about the wonderful feelings that she'dhad all day as she anticipated her humiliation. Her arousal began to returnand she thought over all the naughty thoughts that had run through her mindas she sat in her office through the endless hours of the work day. Those hourshad ended though and now she was here. The restaurant's windows beckoned toher, she could feel them like eyes watching her. They could see that she wasjust a slut, that she had no power over her actions and they could no doubttell that her pussy was becoming damp even as she sat there on the bench.
Remembering her few on-line training sessions, Stephanie reached down andflipped up the back of her skirt, pressing her bare thighs down on the slatsof bench. Somehow this act of submission made her feel much better. She beganto realise that she could still go ahead, that she hadn't yet failed her assignment,that she could still redeem herself. At last she stood once more, smoothedher short skirt down her legs and began back along the path to the street herresolve firm once more. She was ready. ?I want to do this.' She wouldprove something to herself.
And then her resolve crumbled once more. Standing at the restaurant door wasa familiar figure. It was a woman from her office: Samantha, her boss, andher husband. Stephanie was crushed when she saw the couple enter the restaurant. ?Ohmy god, oh my god. I can't go though with it now, not with Samantha there.' Shealmost panicked, it would be humiliating enough for strangers to notice herslutty behaviour, but her embarrassment would soar to new heights if someoneshe knew, someone from her vanilla life, someone who held her job in her hands,saw her. ?How can I do it now?'
She walked back to her bench and set herself down once more, this time flippingher skirt back without a second thought. Again this act of submission poweredher feelings. She wanted to be humiliated, she wanted to be a good slut! Thistime it took her half an hour to rebuild her courage and she stood once more.As she walked back through the park, she realised that the sun had fallen behindthe buildings and the streetlights were beginning to come on.
With the sun setting, the lights of the restaurant cast a light across thestreet; the diners inside were clearly visible to passers-by, enjoying theirevening meal. She was still hesitant as she pulled open the door and steppedinside.
Stephanie stood just inside shyly waiting for the maître d' to comeand offer her a table. She felt that everyone was looking at her, that theycould see inside her soul and knew the ?dirty deed? that she intended. Thatjust caused her to feel embarrassed again, and that in turn made her feel moreself-conscious of the people glancing at her. She could feel her nipples werehard beneath her blouse and was glad that her light summer coat covered her,but knew that soon that protection would be taken from her.
The maître d' finally came, and directed her to a table by the window.It was positioned so that everyone passing by could see her and such that manyof the customers inside could see her. It wasn't really what she wanted, shewas desperate to remain hidden and unnoticed. She could understand why thistable was chosen though; having an attractive young woman visible might wellattract more custom to the restaurant ? the last thing that she wanted. Shewanted all the customers to hurry up and leave.
Luckily, the table was positioned so that there was no-one behind her, andas she carefully sat she flipped her skirt up so that it was not beneath her.Her initial training was beginning to show through even in this stressful situation.Her bare bum and panty-clad pussy were in contact with the cool material ofthe chair and a thrill of excitement ran through her ? it felt much betterthan the hard wooden bench she'd sat on earlier.
With her coat removed, she was definitely conscious of her swollen nipples,and blushed deeply as she realised that the maître d' was looking herover, as if appraising her. It might have been her imagination, or perhapsdeep down her desire that that she be displayed and appraised. She hoped thathe hadn't noticed how she'd arranged her skirt. ?Is that a knowing smile,has he recognised me for what I really am, or is it just the innocent smileof good service?'
Across the restaurant, she could she see that Samantha and her husband wereeating their dinner. She almost decided to forget about her task once more,just have a meal, and later accept the punishment. As her pussy throbbed inher dampening panties though she knew that she'd still go through with it,that she had to go through with it.
She considered that she could go to a different restaurant and start again,but she was seated now and there was no chance to leave and go elsewhere, especiallynot without Samantha seeing and questioning her the next day. She clutchedthe menu, frightened and nervous. She'd never done anything like this beforeand her heart was pounding. Her nipples were still betraying her and she knewthat her panties were getting damper by the minute ? which was of course thelast thing that she wanted given what she was going to do with them, but itwas unavoidable in the circumstances. The more she thought about the humiliationand embarrassment she'd suffer the more it excited her and the more it madeher panties wet, and hence the more obvious it would be when she performedlater, and that just started the cycle of embarrassment again.
At last, a waiter came to her table and greeted her. He told her the specialsfor the day, but she was having difficulty concentrating, and ordered a simplesalad and glass of wine ? she felt that she needed the Dutch courage to bolsterher resolve. She didn't really have an appetite, but of course had to ordersomething.
She saw that the man at the next table was watching her, ignoring his owndinner date, and she realised that she was beginning to squirm in her seat,feeling the texture of the chair on her bottom and unconsciously rubbing heraroused pussy into the cushion. ?Does he know what I was doing? Can hetell what I'm thinking? Does he know that I'm intensely aroused? Or is he justlooking at a pretty girl fidgeting as she waits for her meal to arrive?' Ittook a major effort on her part of keep still after that, though she couldn'tstop her hands toying with her napkin.
After this, she was convinced that everyone was watching her, discussing herbehaviour, and that every laugh from the diners was at her expense. Deep downshe knew that this was nonsense, but she couldn't shake the feeling.
Across the restaurant, Samantha and her husband stood from their table andbegan to leave. ?There is a God!' she thought and her relief waspalpable, though after a few moments she realised that she'd almost wantedSamantha to stay. She wasn't sure whether it was so that she had an excusenot go on, or was it so that it would be even more embarrassing than she'doriginally thought.
Samantha's husband started chatting with the waiter, and then Samantha noticedher sitting by the window. Stephanie wanted to shrink away and hide, she wantedto keep her vanilla life separate from her slutty one, but it was impossiblenow. Samantha wandered over and started making small talk about how nice therestaurant was, that she hadn't realised that she lived nearby and a hundredand one other trivial conversation points. She didn't seem to notice how preoccupiedthe seated woman was. Since her meal hadn't arrived yet, there wasn't anythingStephanie could do to dissuade her work colleague. She just wished that Samanthawould leave her alone. What's more, some of the people nearby had begun towatch them, drawn in by Samantha's loud voice ? they would be glaring at hersoon and of course would keep on watching her throughout the evening.
Then Samantha's husband called across to her that he was ready, and as shewas leaving, Samantha reminded Stephanie about a barbecue at her house thenext Sunday. Trapped, she could hardly decline and found herself shyly acceptingthe invitation.
Almost as soon as Samantha was out of the door, her salad arrived and sherealised that she was one step closer to the moment. She couldn't bring herselfto enjoy the food, she was too excited at the prospect of her forthcoming humiliating.She could feel her moisture in her panties and knew that her clit was hardand pushing against the tight damp material. She so wanted to slide her handdown between her legs, but she couldn't: firstly because she knew that shewouldn't be able to stop if she did and everyone would see her shame as shehad a ?When Harry met Sally? moment; and secondly because she'd been explicitlyforbidden from masturbating until she was in the ladies room.
She gulped down the last of her wine and pushed her half eaten salad awayfrom her. She felt that she could wait no longer, but she couldn't do it yet.She'd need to pay for her meal first, otherwise she'd be sitting in the restaurantwith her wet panties around her wrist for much more time than she could possiblystand.
She asked for the check as soon as she could. She felt that she was on theedge of a precipice ready to plunge down; she knew that once she took thisstep it would be one of no return. Her mind was spinning with the possibilitiesof what she was about to do. Would she be detained and handed over to the copsfor lewd behaviour? Would the waiter force her into the kitchen and fuck her?Would they all laugh at her? Would she be thrown out onto the streets, or worse,stripped and then thrown out onto the streets?
Now was the moment! She would go now and hope that the check was waiting forher on her return so that she could pay and leave immediately.
On unsteady legs she walked the long walk through the restaurant to the restrooms, ?Justmy luck that they put me a the table the furthest from them' she thought.
The small ladies' room was tastefully decorated, but she didn't noticed. Shewas almost in a trance now as she locked herself in the stall. She'd been orderedthat she'd have to remove all of her outer clothes first and only then wasshe to remove her panties; and so feeling an increasing level of excitementshe began to unbutton her blouse. She was eager now, her fingers worked quicklyat the buttons, a little too quickly perhaps for she found it difficult toco-ordinate her hands. She was shaking slightly and couldn't order her handsto do what she wanted, but eventually all the buttons were undone. She wondered, ?hadhe realised that I'd be in this state when he ordered me to do this task?'
Her skirt was much easier to remove, and soon she was standing in just hersoaking wet panties. She could feel them clinging tightly to her cunt, theair in the restroom causing the wet material to cool and adding a contrastwith her burning hot pussy.
She now had to perform the next act of her humiliation. She was to masturbatein her panties until she was so close to cumming that it would hurt to stop.She knew that this would make her already wet panties dripping wet and resultin her ultimate humiliation later. As she slid her fingers over the soakingmaterial she let out a moan. ?I hope that no-one comes in' . Thatthought drove her to even more furious rubbing as she got into her rhythm.She was so excited now that she knew that she couldn't last very long, andindeed it was only a few moments before she had to stop and just hold her handagainst herself to prevent from falling over the edge into the orgasm thatshe desperately wanted, needed.
Coming down slowly from her high, she slipped her thumbs into the waistbandof her panties and began to slide them down. She wanted to prolong the momentand feel the sensuous material slip against her skin. The soaking crotch panelstuck against her needy cunt for a few moments as the material began to dragagainst it deliciously, sending a thrill through her as it slid across herexposed clitoris. Then it was free and sliding down her legs.
The moment was almost upon her now and she placed her wet panties in her mouthas she'd been instructed to do before she was allowed to get dressed again.She quickly stepped back in her skirt, which now felt far too short to be wearingwithout panties, and slid into her blouse. Finally, when she was dressed shetook the dirty underwear out of her mouth leaving the familiar taste of herselfon her tongue and wrapped them around her left wrist, twisting and doublingthem over a couple of times so that they'd be held in place by the elastic. ?Perhapsthey'll look like a scrunchy? she murmured to herself. She realised thoughthat even twisted around her wrist they stilled looked like panties, theirlace edging and of course the dark spreading stain of her juices giving itaway.
She wondered if she could stay there all night, until the last customer hadleft; however, she knew that they'd come looking for her sooner or later ? shehadn't paid for her meal yet and they'd want to make sure she hadn't run off.
So with her juices, no longer confined within her underwear, beginning todrip down her legs, she unlocked the stall door and made her way out of therestroom. It took her a moment to get the courage to step back in the restaurantproper.
It wasn't the panties that drew the attention of the diners, it was the nervousand embarrassed way that she walked, and it was her bright red complexion ofembarrassment and humiliation that kept them looking. She was her own worstenemy at that moment, and before long almost everyone who might see her wasseeing her. She was doing her best to hide her left wrist, but in doing soshe drew the attention of everyone.
She heard a few muttered comments, but at least no-one stood up and grabbedher or even challenged her. She knew though that those nearest to her paththrough the restaurant must know what was wrapped around her wrist. ?Canthey smell my juices? Can they see how wet the material is?' She knewthat her nipples were clear signals of her aroused state, but she worried thather strong smell was clearly noticeable as well. The walk back to her tableseemed at least twice as long as it had on her way to the ladies' room. Sheknew that she was making a spectacle of herself and she knew that she lovedevery moment of it.
Back at her table, she didn't dare sit down again ? there was no doubt thateveryone would see her flip her skirt, for everyone was still watching herintensely. She began fumbling with her money, paying for her meal; and at thatmoment the waiter came over to clear the last of her dishes away. He had alarge grin on his face as he looked at her, looking her up and down and especiallyat her wrist. She felt herself blush even more deeply, more deeply than shethought possible. It was clear that he knew what she'd done.
As she rushed to pick up her things he spoke in a low voice to her, ?I loveyour wet panties. I hope to see you not wearing them again on Sunday at Samanthaand Ben's barbecue.?
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