I pick you up for dinner, and I have brought you a present. Inside is a white sundress with a delicate flower print, some sandals that have straps going all the way up the calves ending in bows, and a pair of white panties. You know exactly what is expected, and get dressed immediately in this outfit.

Once you are properly attired, I pull out 2 items from my pocket. The first is a simple black collar with letters embossed on it spelling out “daddy’s princess” so subtly you’d have to be very close to read it. I attach this to your neck.

The other item is a clitoral vibrator. You give a slight gasp as I lift the hem of your dress up and slip my hand inside your panties. You moan as I spend perhaps a few seconds longer than needed to secure the toy in place before I pull the panties back up and ensure everything is snugly in place.

I drive you to a nice restaurant - someplace upscale with dark booths lining the walls. The hostess gives you a look halfway between shock and envy as she is close enough to read your collar. She escorts us to my reserved booth near the back, with a full view of the rest of the room.

We slide into the curved booth from opposite ends, and end up close together in the middle. As the waiter is reciting specials, I take out my phone and place it on the table with the app open that controls your vibrator. As intended, the waiter takes notices this, but holds his composure and doesn’t react.

Until I turn it on.

The setting is low to start with, but still enough to make a faint noise and to elicit an immediate and visceral response from you. I’m so proud of you in that you do your best to hold yourself together, but you squirm a bit and let out a noise like a surprised kitten.

The waiter stumbles through his words and finishes his task, and I dismiss him with our orders.

I turn the toy off, and you give me a hungry, almost desperate look as I explain that I will only turn it on as people approach our table to serve us.

As the evening progresses, that’s exactly what I do. Each time a course is brought out, our drinks are refilled, or the waiter stops by (which he is doing with unusual frequency), I turn it on for the entire time they are at the table. At one point, the hostess checks in on us, and I make a very deliberate show of activating it this time. As she speaks I slowly increase the setting. Your reaction is to start grinding against the seats as hard as you can while your hands remain on the table and your face contorts with agonizing pleasure.

Mercifully, the hostess walks away after lingering for a few moments longer than she needed to drink in what was happening, and I bring the device back to a halt.

Before dessert comes out, in instruct you to go to the bathroom and remove your panties and the vibrator and bring them back to me. I also insist that you get your fingers as wet as possible to prove to me how excited you are.

The waiter seems dismayed that there is no noise or reaction from you when he brings dessert out, and notices that even my phone has been put away. Before he can walk away, I take one of your hands and bring it to my nose and make a show of smelling your musk.

We finish our meal and I pay the bill, leaving your dripping vibrator and panties as a tip for the waiter. We make our way out arm in arm, and I smell your fingers one last time as we pass the hostess stand.