- Humiliation, s3x toys, public play & 0rg@sm denial.
- consensual roleplay scenario between partners who are in an established relationship. No dubcon or non-consensual elements are present.
The glow of your phone screen cuts through the dim ambiance of the upscale restaurant, its lavish chandeliers casting glimmers on the polished tables. You’re early, perched nervously at a corner booth, waiting for him—Bang Chan, your online "blind date" turned texting-and-calling obsession. Months of flirty messages, late-night voice calls dripping with charm, and, yeah, some very explicit sexts have led to this moment. Tonight’s the night you finally meet face-to-face.
Chan’s footing the bill, which means he’s loaded, and you’re hoping he’s not about to ghost you after that steamy cab ride exchange. Your thighs press together under the table, heat pooling low in your belly. God, you’re already worked up, and he’s not even here yet.
You can’t sit through this date acting like a squirming mess—it’s too embarrassing. With a quick glance around, you grab your purse and slip out of the booth, firing off a text to Chan: "If you get here and I’m not at the table, I’m in the restroom. ;)"
You lock yourself in the farthest stall, settling onto the cold slab. The chill bites into your bare thighs, making you wince—maybe the short dress wasn’t the best idea, but it’s too late now.
Rummaging through your purse, your fingers close around it—a tiny, thumb-sized vibrator, controlled by an app on your phone. You slip it under your panties, the cool metal gliding effortlessly against your core. A shiver runs through you as it nestles against your €lit. With a tap on your phone, the device hums to life, and you bite your lip hard to stifle a whimper. Your toes curl in your heels.
Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo—definitely a man’s. No way he can hear the faint buzz? But then your phone vibrates with a notification. Before you can check it, the vibrator surges—switching to a faster, more intense pattern. A moan slips out before you can slap a hand over your mouth.
“Ah, found you.”
That voice. Chan. You’d know it anywhere—smooth, teasing, with that faint accent that’s haunted your late-night calls. The stall door creaks open, and there he is, leaning against the frame with a wicked grin. His suit is tailored to perfection, hugging his broad shoulders and slim waist, and—f*ck—those dimples.
He looks like he stepped out of a magazine, not like the kind of guy who’d… well, do this. In his hand, his phone glows, and he swipes lazily, making the vibrator pulse in a maddening new rhythm.
Your face burns with mortification as you realize what’s happening. “Did you—did you hack my app?”
He chuckles, stepping closer. “Hacked? Nah, baby, you gave me access weeks ago. Forgot already?”
His eyes rake over you, lingering on your flushed cheeks. “Decent ladies don’t play with toys in public restrooms,” he tsks, mocking disapproval as he adjusts the settings again, making you gasp. “So impatient. Couldn’t even wait for me to get here.”
“Pervert—” you choke out, reaching to remove the vibrator, but he’s faster, catching your wrist.
“Ah, ah, not so fast.” His voice is a velvet command, “You wanted this, didn’t you? Teasing yourself before I even got here. Naughty girl.” He tilts his head, smirking. “Keep it in, put your panties back in place, and come with me. We’ve got a dinner to enjoy.”
You’re too dazed to argue as you slide your underwear back into place, the vibrator still nestled against your €lit.
Chan helps you to your feet, and you’re struck by how normal he looks—like a gentleman on a date, not the devil currently controlling your pleasure.
Back at the table, he pulls out your chair with a charming smile, but his fingers brush your thigh as you sit, lingering just long enough to check the vibrator’s still in place.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re going to behave during dinner, right? No coming until I say so.” His tone turns stern, and he delivers slap to your clothed core.