Mock Sympathy on his Pet

Author's note: slow burn, public, daddy/babygirl relationship, condescending praise and praise.

We went out with some friends for dinner there's wasn't a special occasion, but we needed to get together to go over the details of our upcoming camping trip.

We got sat at a nice square table, in the corner. It was one of those restaurants with dimmed warm lights and thick dark walls. The tables covered fully by thick white tablecloths.

We were just laughing at your friend's stupid joke when I felt your hand on my knee. It was warm, highlighting the contrast with the cold white cloth. Tingling began under every one of your digits.

We had just started eating when your hand crept up; my face snapped at you with a mouthful of ravioli. It was deranging towards 'tease', and leaving the status of 'loving' behind.

We were trying to act like everything was normal, and by "we" I mean "I"; I was trying to act like everything was normal, and trying to ignore your pinky. It was slowly caressing my slit over my panties, tracing the lace.

We, finally, decided when to come back from the camp. It was a debate that we've been having for weeks; the solution was quite easy: we were going to split and come back on different days.

We asked for the dessert menu, and me and Elise were stoked for the tiramisú. It, luckily, was a loud moment, when everyone was talking, because the whimper I just made could have given your actions away. You moved your hand, sliding your middle finger fully inside of me. Probing, slowly, like my body was just yours to do whatever you wanted with.

We and by "we" I mean "you", keep having joyful conversations; your tone totally neutral like always. It is becoming increasingly hard to contain the moans as your two fingers slide in and out of my wet hole, terribly slowly.

A rhythm of ins and outs that is making me delirious.

I turn towards you and look at you with pleading eyes... Mouthing "stop."

I'm trying to look mad, too. But I know that I'm completely at your mercy; I could safe word, but I'm aware that you do this to test my limits and I trust you.

You turn your face towards me, slowly; your composure pissing me off and making me safe at the same time.

"No, I love to see my pet all hot and bothered. Is it a little hard not to moan? Aw, poor little girl."

I wanted to respond, but you started curling your fingers, making circular motions with your wrist on my clit. The pleasure was building up and I was trying so hard not to moan out loud.

"See, pet? You're so beautiful when you shut that stupid little mouth to enjoy daddy's play. Aren't you a silly little thing trying to talk?"

You whisper in my ear, mocking my suffering.

Everyone is distracted in their heated conversations. "You bring the food, you bring the bear spray." "No wait, I bring the bear spray." "So... Guys, I actually don't have a tent..." "Oh my God." 37

"I could make you cum right here... I could."

"Please, please no." I'm begging at this point. That isn't easy to hide. I clench my thighs together, earning a disapproved look.

"Tsk tsk. That's not what horny little princesses do, is it?

I thought you were my good girl, don't you want to be daddy's well-behaved babygirl?

Open your pretty legs, honey."

I was wondering, for a second, if I really should follow his orders. I reluctantly open them, looking at him with big eyes and a very watery mouth.

"I want to be your good girl."

I blink a few times as his index fingers spreads some of my cream onto my other hole. Surely Sir would never...

Oh my.

I can see you side eyeing me in my peripheral vision. My eyes bigger than ever, staring at my empty plate. It hurts, initially. I try to muffle my little grunts.

The tip of your finger poking my hole, I'm feeling slutty and humiliated; being used like a fidget toy by you.

"Aw, here's daddy's good girl. She was just hiding behind the initial confidence, wasn't she?

You are going to do whatever daddy says. I don't want to hear anything for the rest of the night.

Aw, princess you're so red!"

Tears are swelling up in the corners of my eyes. It's not sadness, just bubbling self control. It feels too good, now.

"Daddy brought you something. You're going to be a good little slut and open your legs wider under this table.

Nobody's watching don't worry, love. It's okay, you're doing amazing."

You know I get a lot of anxiety in these social situations you put me in. However, the reassurance helps a lot because I know you have everything under control.

"Take a big breath when I tap on your thigh two times with my pinky, and then, you let out all your air for me, okay? Respond."

I nod and answer. "Yes, Sir, I understand."

I'm so surprised that nobody's catching our weird interaction, but I know you're keeping an eye on it. You wouldn't let unconsenting participants take part in such a thing.

You come back to playing with my pussy after you left it alone for a few seconds, retrieving whatever you had in your pocket. I sight as your fingers get back to work but, suddenly, I feel your two taps.

I breathe in, filling my lungs, like a good girl. As I breathe out, I feel a silicone object suddenly penetrating my wet pussy. However, I didn't have time to register it as you push it in my butt, so fast I wasn't even finished breathing out.

I have my head on your shoulder. My eyes widen on you and all I'm getting, for now, is a grin while I recover my air. You gave two strong pats on the plug, and retrieved your hand.

I didn't even notice that the desserts where here. Rudely for this type of restaurant, you grab your piece of cake with your hand, still slick, and give a big bite. Then you lick your fingers as to clean them up from the innocent dessert and my naughty juice. Cleaning the rest, on the fancy white napkin laying in your lap.

I hear your friends scolding you about your table manners. It's just a far-away noise as I focus on the new sensations.

My pussy is still pulsing, missing your fingers. My thighs squeezed together, trying to suppress the need. My asshole full, stretching around the silicone plug. Unexpectedly attached to it is a whole furry pompom.

"I missed my bunny."a