It’s your birthday. And you get a wonderfully wrapped box delivered to your office that morning.

You open it, revealing a remote control vibrator.   The note has five words: wear me at dinner tonight.

Your face heats up as you put two and two together.  I had asked you earlier in the week what your birthday plans were and you had said dinner with friends at your usual restaurant.  I had left it at that.

That night you get ready for dinner, knowing full well that somewhere in that restaurant I will be there watching you, controlling you remotely via our new toy.

The very thought sends tingles up your back and adds weight to your breathing. Suddenly you know you just have to comply….

With the device safely in place you sit across from your friends making small talk and waiting for me to make use of the toy… the wait is getting unbearable. As one of them excuses herself to go to the bathroom and the other takes a call from a babysitter you look around the room and suddenly see me sitting at the bar.  My phone in my hand. I wave.  And touch the screen on my phone.  A low soft shudder from below immediately brings little spurts of delight to the arches of your feet… I let it rest a while, watching you try and relax, staring at me with those huge eyes, masking an expression I know so well…

They return and now the game is on. I enjoy myself watching you pretend nothing is going on as I play with the intensity of the vibration.  Your legs cross and uncross under the table, ankles wrap and unwrap around each other in tortured glee.

I know you so well. And I know when you bite your bottom lip like that something is about to erupt.  So I bring it right down…. Not just yet… I want to watch your writhe secretly a bit more whilst they carry on talking, oblivious to what I am putting you through….

I turn up the dial.

Your hands grip the sides of the table. Your jaw set like stone.  Your eyes locked on mine as wave after wave of silent bliss wracks your tense body.  I watch this beautiful exorcism and yearn for it not to be across a crowded room but from underneath me with your nails digging into my back and your teeth sinking into my shoulder.

But there you are. Secretly spent. Getting the cheque.

An unexpected bonus: watching you try to walk with composure as the three of you leave for home…how does one stay so together and so elegant in a state of such rapturous carnal duress… only you.