It was during dinner that her date used her trigger.

Sandy didn’t know if he would dare to use it.

But she felt relief when he did so. So far the date had been so dull.

And in that split second after she recognized it, Sandy went blank. Her spoon fell to the soup with a splash.

She was still very much aware of what was happening to her, to her body, but she simply could not respond to it.

She found him cute, gave him the trigger in a text message right before they met.

Sitting across from her, he was in shock.

“Then, I can do whatever I want with you? I can order you and you will do what I say.”

Yes. Sandy’s mouth replied.

“Eat your soup.” He said.

Sandy picked up her spoon.

He smirked, “No, without the spoon.”

Sandy dropped the spoon on the floor and leaned over the table, pulling her hair to the side, she lapped delicately at the plate.

This wasn’t the first time she had been ordered to eat from a bowl. Her previous master trained her like that.

“Fuck.” He said, Jimmy, Olly, whatever his name was, Sandy didn’t really care.

A part of her found shame in it, she had done it dozen of times… But she had never done it in public. She felt so humilliated.

And so hot.

“Fuck” He said again and stood up, he looked around and decided to go for it. He crossed to the other side of the table.

“Get up.”

Sandy’s body complied.

His arm went around her waist, “Let’s go, I’m going to fuck you in the bathroom.”

On the way, he groped her, sliding his hand under the thin straps of her dress and bra; he didn’t care who saw them. He led her to the men’s room, not bothering to lock the door; he pushed her into the first stall and pulled out his cock.

Sandy stood motionless with his back to him. He positioned her and lifted her dress, pulling down her panties, he pushed himself inside her.

“Fuck, why are you so wet?” He groaned with both breath over her ear.

Sandy moaned softly every time he thrust. He didn’t even bother to wear a condom. For him, she was just an object to be used, for his relief.

But the feeling was mutual, he was an unpredictable dildo with passion.

He fucked her in the stall, making her moan louder and louder, she could feel him throb inside her.

“Fuck,” he groaned into her ear, “I’m gonna cum.”

She wasn’t on the pill. It was exhilarating.

But then he pulled his cock out of her.

“Kneel,” he ordered. “Stick out your tongue.”

Sandy knelt on the stall, sticking out her tongue, he stroked his cock in front of her, she looked up at him with empty eyes, still horny and unsatisfied.

He covered her in cum. Her face, her tits, her hair. He left a mess.

“God. Fuck,” he panted, “that was hot.”

Sandy couldn’t believe this was over. Deep inside she sighed, feeling dissatisfied and slightly angry.

“Come on, get up,” he demanded.

Sandy reached to her face, to clean herself.

“No, leave it.” He held her hand away from her face and helped her up.

“I’m going to call my cousin, he is going to love you, get back to the table and finish your soup, after you are done he will pick us up.”

Sandy felt her heart beating fast.

The night was not over, and maybe this dildo was a bit too much for her.

But maybe it was exactly what she wanted.