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We sat for dinner, and Lorna ordered for me. I have to say I liked her being quietly in control. She wasn’t forceful or aggressive; she simply took charge and ordered murmuring things like, “You will like this, I think.” The other great thing about her taking charge was that it allowed me to bite my lips and concentrate on not screaming in orgasm. Her phone was sitting on the table next to her, gleaming black against the pristine white tablecloth, and every so often she would look at it before tapping it with her fingertip. That would adjust the level of vibration on my clit, or inside my pussy or ass.

“Would you like a glass of wine Jenny?”

I tried to open my mouth, but all that came out was a whimper, causing her to laugh softly. Turning to the waitress, she said with a smile, “I think the cat has got her tongue...we will have a bottle of the New Zealand Chardonnay.”

The young waitress was smirking as she walked away, and a sudden thought occurred to me.

“Does she know?”

“I am sure she can guess...after all, a few months ago she did a whole service while trying not to cum.” She chuckled then added, “Not that she succeeded.”

When the waitress came back with the wine, she poured some for Lorna and then stood waiting as she looked at me.

“Is the wine to your liking, madam?” she said to Lorna, then, turning to me, said, “I do hope you are enjoying your evening.”

As I went to reply, Lorna turned the toy up high, and I am sure the waitress would hear the buzzing.

She turned to Lorna and said calmly, “I think your companion is cumming.”

I couldn’t help myself and reached out, gripping the waitress's wrist, my knuckles turning white as I tried to control the urge to groan loudly. Then just as it had started, it stopped, and I sat quivering on the edge of an orgasm as I almost shook with the aftershocks assaulting my nerves.

“Eat your dinner before it gets cold,” Lorna said as she started to daintily devour the food in front of her.

I ate, trying to savour the food, but deep down I wanted the sensations to start again, yet at the same time I was terrified they would and I would embarrass myself in front of the other diners. Lorna leant forward and whispered quietly, “You will learn to cum when you are told to...and that is not yet.”

All during dinner, Lorna occasionally set the machine to gentle vibrations and thrusts, just keeping me on the edge. Once dinner was finished, all I wanted to do was get to the room, hers or mine, it didn’t matter, what I craved was the privacy to allow myself to cum, and cum hard.

“I think we will skip dessert,” Lorna said to the waitress who had returned with a knowing smirk on her face.

“Has Madam finished?” she said, looking at me and winking.

“Perhaps we will have coffee then,” Lorna said, and as the waitress went to fetch it started the vibrations started running gently through my body.

“Do you want to cum?” she asked softly.

“Please...yes, please,” I almost sobbed.

“Soon,” she said as she sipped her coffee that the waitress had served, “but only when I permit it...not before.”

I nodded in agreement, but my whole lower body was a mass of tingling nerve endings. The walk to the lift was agony yet wonderful as I tried to control my legs that were going rubbery as I walked. She switched it off as we stood in the lift, but when we were joined by a middle-aged couple, she smiled at me and moved her phone as if she was going to set the machine off. Instead, she simply wished them both a pleasant evening as we left the lift and went to her room.

Once inside, I almost leapt on her and tried to remove her clothes as I ground my aching pussy against her thigh. Even though the machine wasn’t switched on, the act of rubbing against her allowed me to orgasm, which I did loudly as I shook and trembled. Once I was finished, I clung to her and tried to kiss her as I begged her, “Please fuck me and make me cum again.”

I yelped loudly as she brought her hand down hard on my ass. “Did I not tell you I am in control?... What do you think you are doing, acting like a common slut?”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” I said, shocked and shame-faced as I stood in the middle of the room, hanging my head like a naughty child.

Her eyes were blazing, “You cum when I tell you, not when you decide you want to,” then she reached under my skirt and pulled the toy out of my holes and tossed it on the bed.

“Go to bed,” she snapped, and when I went to protest, she snarled, “I said fuck off and go and play with yourself. I had hopes for you, but it seems I was wrong.”

With tears pouring down my face, I ran to my room and threw myself on the bed, sobbing like some teenager who had been spurned by her first true love. I knew I had blown it and didn’t know what to do.