I saw the envelope, white and sealed, he dropped into the top of my prada bag. No-one would have noticed in the noisy Kensington High St Wine bar, Kensington place. If they had it was just a thing. Of course I knew what it meant, my nipples hardened, I felt the warm extension, as before no-one knew except me.

I had worn the black dress that hangs of my breasts and the curve of my arse, two touch points, finishing just above the knee, no vpl, my blond hair was up and booties finished the look. Two glasses of white wine had been consumed enough to begin the wine buzz. M had been very coy about this afternoon, I trust him ,but he had a different look today, like his brain was fizzing. Maybe he had a deal on, who knew. But today my man was going to dominate me for a few hours. I had like a 24 hour horny period, even hubby got a ride last night and the obligatory 2 minute bj, till he ahhhh and came over my arse, he liked from behind, that he felt was a kink, heels and my arse pointing up and the opportunity to pull me apart, he rolled over several minutes later and feel into a post orgasm sleep, probably thinking lucky Tuesday. M lent in, take this you know what to do, we will leave when you return, I looked down as he dropped something weighty in a silk bag, tied at the top, it was cold in my hand through the material. Ok, with a smile and said we have begun ? Yes. I took a mouthful of wine, stood up, bag over shoulder and went to go, Bring me your panties when you come back with the small smile on his face.

I walked to the bathroom, I heard the booties on the floor as I walked, of course I was curious about the object, mainly because of the coldness radiating through the bag. Four of six stalls empty, one touching make up, a smile to each and I enter the last stall.... Door closed. I stepped out of my panties, sat down, looked in the bag as my pee exited. I lifted the envelope, no need to look inside, but I like the buzz of being brought to be fuck each other. Finished peeing and wiped. I reached into my bag again to take out the cold heavy silk bag. Was this my first action? I undid the draw string, inside was not what I expected. There was a big metallic silver butt plug, complete with green jewel plus the smallest tube of lube. The cheek, he had frozen the plug, hence the radiating coldness an act of submission, an act of control, transfer of power? I stood up, flushed and drooped the lid, put my right leg up as I hitched my dress up, I can feel excitement as my mind fizzes. This butt plug will certainly slam closed once i get past the bulbous head. I drop lube onto the plug and my fingers and smear, my puckered arse hole and the plug. I exhale as the cold metal tip touches me. This is not up for debate, I have to insert or no fun. I want to be dominated, I want to explore the submission. If I return with no plug inside, no words but just M leaving and that will be it for at least a month. Fuck him! Probably my last dominant thought as I transition to submission. Leg up I pull my arse wide, I press and turn and feel the stretch plus the cold slipping into my warm arse, I can also sense and anticipate the wetness growing in my pussy as my head has raced with thoughts of anticipation. I rotate and push the plug in, god this is wide, a gay boys dream, I pause rotate counter clockwise, exhale and literally push on. It was that moment when you think no more, nothing wider, when you feel the arse begin to relax, you did it, a little more push, but damn this is cold. I know M likes detail, this time he has thought about the size and cold up my arse, with no panties and walk down the hill to Kensington to the hotel room I expect he has booked. This will be horny and novel.... I like but not to tell M. This choice to submit will be sexually exciting, I feel it. I unlock, check my look in the long mirror as I wash my hands. I stand legs spread wider than usual, I know that this is right inside me I feel it! The coldness is interesting, but the size, God I wonder what a 500m walk will be like, pussy juice down my leg, M will smell me!! Or I smile and chuckle as the lipstick appears for application, just lick the insides of my thigh as a starter, never known a man to adore pussy juice like M!

Hmm I turn and see the three steps up to the door, has he thought this through I wonder as I take the steps and feel sexier with each moment. I walk back, M rises and I smile, I reach out my hand, he returns with his and I drop my panties with almost a wipe into his hand. Feel good he asks, my god he is the limit some days, yes feel good. Very good, I can feel the plug, I now wonder how submissive M will make me... God I am so ready.