A message arrives for you early in the afternoon. It contains instructions that you are to clean yourself thoroughly, and style your hair for a formal occasion. You are to remain naked once ready and to open the door upon my approach, and you may not pleasure yourself.

As evening falls, a car arrives. I come to your front door bearing a large box and a small case. Within the box is a floor length white satin gown, with a halter front that completely covers your front, but a plunging back that is scandalously low. The slit along the side is cut so high it is nearly inappropriate, but still in the bounds of good taste.

I will dress you, taking great care to never allow myself to come in contact with your bare skin, but the fit will be verified by running my fingers along every inch of the fabric covering your body.

The case will open to reveal a pair of simple earrings that will complement the gown, and a similarly matching pair of shoes.

Once you have passed my visual, and tactile, inspections, we will exit your home and enter the car. The car is spacious with the driver’s compartment sealed off, and two sets of rear seats facing each other in the back. While it could normally seat at least four people, it will be just us alone for the journey to our destination.

As we pull away, you’ll be informed that we will arrive at our destination shortly, and you are to make me cum before we arrive at our destination.

As you suck, lick, and stroke me with your hands, I stroke your face and hair gently so as to not ruin your coif or otherwise mar your appearance. As my orgasm approaches, I inform you that I’m going to cum in your mouth, but that you may not swallow until I allow you to.

Moments after you finish your work, we arrive at a theatre. We exit the vehicle and make our way up the steps and into the lobby, all the while you are holding my seed in your mouth as instructed. I introduce you to a handful of people I recognize, and you shyly nod and smile while remaining silent for fear of spilling.

As we finally approach our box, I direct your attention to the lustful leers your are attracting from many of the men we pass, and the jealous daggers their wives and escorts shoot your way.

We come to a private box. I demand you show me how obedient you have been, and you open your mouth to display your accomplishment. I smile, touch your chin, and allow you to swallow. As you exhale after, I can smell my musk lingering upon your breath.

As the lights dim, I run my hand over your lap, and into the slit of your dress. I stroke your thigh, making my way to your lips with agonizingly slow speed. I spend the entirety of the first act teasing you and doing everything I can to get you into a squirming frenzy, while constantly admonishing you to stay still lest you draw too much attention.

Soon, though, your musk begins the fill the air and now I’m the one that needs to struggle to maintain control. You, of course, would take full advantage of this and begin to tease my cock through my trousers.

At this point, neither of us would be watching the play, and it would be with some surprise that the first intermission arrives.

I would close our privacy drapes at this point, sealing off the box from view and deadening the sound from the seats below. You joke that everyone must think that we’re about to fuck, and the look in my eyes tells you that you’d be correct.

I pull you onto my lap so you’re facing away from me, and I slip my hand inside your dress, but this time I pull it up and to the side so that your bare skin now rests upon my bulge. I unzip, and guide myself into you gently.

I push you forward so that your hands grab the railing at the front of the box, and we enjoy a slow and laborious grind. I can feel your body urging to go faster, but I firmly hold your hips and keep you under control. As you settle down, I trace patterns on your bare back with my fingers and tongue as I thrust into you with deliberate, deep, and needful strokes.

All too soon, intermission comes to an end, and we put ourselves together as quickly as possible. I reopen the drapes just in time for the next act to begin.

As in the first act, we tease each other mercilessly.

For the second intermission, I close the drapes again. Only this time, I kneel in front of you and push your dress up and out of the way, giving me full access to your cunt. I begin to feast, lapping up every bit of your juice that I can, and doing my best to ensure you cum before the intermission is over. My oral assault would only let up if you begin to make too much noise, at which point I would threaten to cease my ministrations entirely.

As luck, or lust, would have it, I succeed in my mission and am able to open the drapes for the final act exposing your flushed and panting face to any in the audience that care to look at us.

During the last act, we will abstain from touching each other, instead letting our imaginations for what the rest of the evening has in store for us distract us from the performance.

As the curtain draws, I will once again close off our box. But instead of the ravaging you expect, I take the opportunity to reach under your gown and soak my fingers in as much of your fragrant wetness as I can. While I will taste some of it, I’ll keep as much of it on my hand as possible as we make our exit.

Passing through the crowd this time, I’d make efforts to shake hands with as many of the men as I could find that were staring at you earlier in the evening. I’d shake their hands, letting them have a hint of what I’ll soon be enjoying fully.