Training Samantha

I had just finished putting on my ruby red lipstick when I heard a knock at my apartment door. I grabbed my heels and put them on as I headed to answer the door. Drew was standing there in a button down top and jeans that hugged his body in all the right places. He gave me a hug and quick peck on the cheek before escorting me out to his car.

“So what’s the big surprise?” I asked as we rode to the restaurant.

“If I told you what it was, it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore,” he said, squeezing my thigh right below where my dress ended.

He pulled the car into the parking lot of The Crown, one of the nicest restaurants that didn’t cost an arm and leg. The host led us to one of the back tables that was set for two and had a candle as the centerpiece.

We ordered our food and the waitress poured us two glasses of Pinot Nior before Drew reached across the table and took my hands in his.

“Baby, we’ve been dating for awhile now and there is something I want to say,” Drew said, squeezing my hands.

My heart began racing. If this was a proposal, I was nowhere near ready to accept. But as my thoughts flew around in my head, he got a gleam in his eye that told me it wasn’t something that serious.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and come back with your panties in your hand. You’ll give them to me after you sit down,” he said with authority in his voice that I had never heard before.

My heart began pounding even faster as I stood up silently and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the restaurant. I locked myself in one of the stalls and lifted up my dress and slowly stripped off my black lace thong and held it in my hand, a sensation of pleasure pulsing through my pussy as I walked out of the bathroom with my panties hidden away in my fist.

I sat back down at the table and reached my hand under the table, searching for his.

He didn’t say anything, only put both of his hands in front of him on the table.

I pulled my clenched fist from under the table, heart beating out of my chest as I slowly moved my hand above the table towards his. He made no move to take them from me, just sat there with his palms up, a grin on his face. I put my fist in his hand and unclenched, letting the black lace fall into his hand.

I brought my hand back to me, cheeks burning red as he failed to close his hand around the fabric, letting them rest in his hand for anybody to see. I saw our waitress walking across the room with our food.

“Our waitress is coming,” I told him, hoping he would take that as a hint to put away my lingerie.

He looked me in the eyes as he set the delicate lace next to the candle in the middle of the table. The waitress was almost to our table now and I reached my hand out to take them back before she saw. I had them in my hand when Drew grasped my wrist harshly, causing me to instinctively unclench my fist. I was mortified as I saw them flutter to the ground and land right in front of the waitress who was now at our table.

She served us our food, but gave me a strange look, indicating that she had seen my panties on the ground.

“I’m sorry, miss. My girlfriend is a little clumsy. Samantha, pick them up,” he said, speaking to her first and then to me.

I froze, looking at him with pleading eyes, asking him not to make me embarrass myself even further. His hand clenched around my leg under the table, squeezing it hard as he kept his gaze on me.

I leaned over, picking the black lace up from the floor as my face burned with humiliation. The waitress hurriedly left our food and retreated back to the kitchen.

“Don’t disobey me like that again,” Drew said firmly.

“What… where did this come from?” I stuttered.

“Put them back on the table,” he said, ignoring my question.

This time I did as I was told quickly.

We ate silently and quickly, my eyes scanning everyone that passed our table, wondering if they saw my panties lying on the table. A couple passed by our table, the man’s eyes drifting to our table and then to me, a smirk crossing his face.

“Can I take them back please,” I begged him.

“No, you’re not allowed to wear any panties. When we leave, they stay here,” he told me, sipping the rest of his wine.

“You’ve never done anything like this before,” I said to him, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Well, when I borrowed your laptop last week, I came across some information. You should really clear your web history. Now I know,” he said, making my heart stop cold.

I didn’t ever think that he would look at my browser history. I had never told him that I watched porn. Let alone the type of porn I watched.
I wanted to be angry that he invaded my privacy, but I felt the burning pleasure taking over my body and I began to feel wetness between my legs.

“Let’s go,” he said, standing up, placing his hand on the small of my back and guiding me out of the restaurant and to the car.

He helped me into the passenger seat and climbed into the driver’s side. He reached into the back seat before turning on the car and grabbed something. He had a scarf in his hands which he brought up to my face, tying it around my head so that I couldn’t see anything. Then I felt something close around my left wrist and click into place. He pulled my other wrist towards the one entrapped and secured it around that one as well.

He had handcuffed my wrists together in my lap. I was helpless to him. I couldn’t see and my hands were restrained. I heard him turn the car on and felt us start to move down the road.