Exhibition

You Face the Audience
Behind you,
I secure your wrists to the hook above

You are dressed as instructed
Black knee-length skirt (cotton/canvass?)
Thigh-high sheer black nylons
Secured by a black lacy garter belt
Under black satin g-string panties
Black lace underwire bra
Under long-sleeved ivory silk button-down blouse
Black leather dog collar (with D-ring)
Your hair tied back simply
With a black silk scarf
Your feet clad
in four-inch black leather high heels.

You moan quietly
as I insert the pink ball gag between your teeth

As I apply the leg spreader to your ankles
Your mind wanders to a
Recollection of dinner

High-end Italian restaurant
Sitting with the palms of your hands
Flat on the leather bench seat
In the very private booth
You can watch the activity in the restaurant,’
But only someone looking square-on
Could know what was happening
From the other side
We appear to be a typical
Middle-aged couple
Having a typical Friday night dinner
In a typical restaurant

They are not aware that
Inside your pussy
There is a metallic
Remote control vibrator
Or that your lacy bra is unhooked in the front
And your nipples brush against the silk of your blouse.
They also cannot see the small butt plug
That you inserted during your visit
To the powder room before being seated at the table.

Unless they are extremely observant
They do not notice that you do not say one word.
When the cute young waitress arrived,
Before she could speak I ordered our meal
You simply nodded agreement and smiled

She was hurried and so was glad
That she did not have to go through the ritual
Of offering options:
Baked potato or mashed?
Butter or sour cream?
Thousand island or bleu cheese.?
You feel relieved
That you are not required
to make these decisions.
You also feel anxious and horny

When the meal came
I fed you
Like a child
Wiping your lips with the napkin
After each tidbit
Of shellfish
or asparagus with a creamy sauce
or bits of bread slathered in butter
morsels of Potato with sour cream and chives
and spoonfuls of sweet tiramisu
It all seems a pleasant blur now
a short time ago
and yet an eternity

You came twice during dinner
Once when I reached into your blouse
And gently pinched and rolled your nipples
Later, during dessert
When the vibrator caught you off guard
(forgot it was there!)
you almost shouted,
but caught yourself and moaned softly
an angelic smile on your lips

Tonight is the first time either of us has played in public
and the first time we have played together

I stand behind you
reach around your waist
and slowly unbutton the blouse
warmth palpable through the thin silk

your breath hastens
your heart pounds
and your face reddens
as you recall
that you are being observed
by ten or fifteen strangers

they are strangely quiet
simply waiting
I open the hooks on the bra
and your ample breasts spill forth
the cool air causes your nipples to pucker
someone in the audience sighs
another coughs

you scream as I suddenly clench
your unprotected nipple
with the fingernails of thumb and forefinger
the audience responds
with polite applause
not the last time you will hear that tonight…