As she returns she hesitates before sitting down.
“Please Sir, can I use another chair?”
She knows that she will show her pussy when sitting down on the same chair.
“Later maybe, it’ll be a bonus on the next assignment.”
She sighs deep and stands there. With a movement of my head I order her to sit down.
“Handbag control,” I say and she hands it over to me.
In the plastic bag I can see the pink panties which are obviously very wet. I get them out the handbag and lay them on the table.
“My, my look who’s a naughty girl then; you was warned not to make a mess. Well I like a coffee, what about you? Call the waitress.”

She winks with one hand and tries to get the panties of the table with the other.
“Oh you don’t want the waitress to see? That’s okay you can take them off the table for a 5 point deduction.”
“It’s okay, leave them there.”
As the waitress brings the coffee she obviously notices the panties as I slide them in her direction.
“You want me to take the ladies underwear, Sir?”

“Well it is stained, maybe you could wash it for her.”
“I will see what I can do Sir.”
“Will I get them back Sir when I leave here?”
Candy is on the edge of crying as she expresses her request.
“Of course you will dear, I could not let you walk the streets in a skirt that short and no panties. Maybe they won’t be dry by the time you leave, but then again they were not that dry to begin with.”
“No Sir they weren’t. I was very excited by all the events.”
“Glad you were my dear.”

I lift a napkin from the table and under it I show her a remote control. There is a second napkin on the table obviously hiding an oval object.
“Come and sit next to me.”
She gets up and sits next to me on a small bench behind the table. The bench is against the wall and there is a tablecloth hanging well over, so no other customers can see what’s happening on the bench.
“Get your skirt up and open your legs, I want to be able to monitor your moist fuck hole.”
“Yes Sir,” she whispers with a very hoarse voice, “I would so much like you to touch it.”
“You dirty girl, how could you have such dirty thoughts; having sex and orgasms in public places.”
“Can’t help it Sir; normally I am not like that, but your power is so overwhelming: I am melting in your hands.”

“So now it is my fault again? You haven’t learned from the last time. So this cunt could be mine, but I don’t have these dirty thoughts. Your wetness is your fault entirely; I take back 5 points again.”
“Sorry Sir, I realize that I have a lot to learn from you.”
“Yes and don’t you ever forget that, bitch.”
I can’t suppress a sadistic grin. Things are really going the way I planned it. I take out some handcuffs and secure her hands behind her back. She doesn’t seem thrilled about that idea though.
“It’s for your own good; it helps you from keeping your hands away from your filth and thus totally embarrassing yourself.”
Again I point at the remote control.
“What’s under the other napkin? she wants to know.

I lift the tip of it to show her a vibrating egg.
“Surely you don’t expect me to put that in my vagina for the next assignment.”
“First of all you don’t have a vagina, you should refer to it as a cunt. Secondly I am not even sure who it belongs to at this stage.”
“Sorry Sir, it is all yours.”
“I am done with the assignments, I have no more. Whether you have gathered sufficient points remains to be seen. Now taking such an egg in my cunt would bring you bonus points surely. It would not be my request or assignment it would only be your devious mind that requests it from you in order to make sure you would succeed.”

“Would you inform me about my current score Sir?”
The question comes after a longer period of silence. It is obvious she has been calculating in her head and is worried whether it would be sufficient.
“No I will not; I might not even at the end. I intend to tell you just the final conclusion, accept or reject. I expect you could have been there by now, if it hadn’t been for all the deductions.”
“How many bonus points could I earn if I were to insert that egg Sir? Will you at least tell me that?”
“Why be so calculating? I hate that. Just take a decision, either you want to please me or you don’t. It’s not all about the points you know.”
“Will you release my hands Sir, I want to insert it now.”

“I will give you a choice here. I will not release your hands. You can either do it sitting here, where nobody can see you’re handcuffed or what is actually happening but people will see you squirm and make strange movements. Or you can go to the bathroom and do it there, but then people might notice you are handcuffed; whatever you want dear.”
“Why do you make this so difficult for me Sir?”
She bows her head, totally ashamed and I can see tears welding in her eyes. I gently strike her hair and when she keeps on sobbing gently and I take a full hand of hair, tilt her head and whisper in her ear.
“What’s your problem dear? You want me to help with your decision or will you back out of it after all. I am sure though you don’t want to disappoint me.”
“No Sir, I will not disappoint you, but you are making this so difficult for me. It is really embarrassing and I have problems choosing the better option here. Won’t you please free my hands?”

“Well doing it here on the bench would look pretty silly and I am sure it will get you into trouble. You see the older guy, pretending to read his newspaper?”
“Yes Sir, what about him?”
“He’s staring and glaring all the time at you over the rim of his paper. If you were squirming and in promiscuous positions I am sure he will be over here to check it out. He would see your legs apart trying to stuff that in my cunt. I even might give him permission to assist you. Can you imagine his dirty old fingers touching my cunt?”
I can feel shivers running down her spine and she presses her knees together so hard that all blood disappears from the skin.
“Please Sir, you wouldn’t would you?”
“Take that option and see for yourself. I am not an evil person but it would be great entertainment for me, I would be really tempted to say the least. On the other hand look at all the people in the café; is there anyone that might know who you are?”

“No Sir they are all strangers to me.”
“So it wouldn’t be a disaster if they see you in handcuffs, right. They might talk about it and tell their friends, but they wouldn’t know your name, right.”
“Yes Sir I can see now that might be the better option. What about when it is in, will you use the remote control on me?”
“Well yes, but just to check if it is really in and I do one full round and I want you to tell me about each sensation when I change to a new number. So if you are quick with your explanation on that you wouldn’t orgasm from that.”
She stops sobbing and smiles; it’s more of a grin actually over that last remark.
“Don’t know about that Sir, I am all worked up as it is.”
“Could be young lady, but that is more my doing than the device, it is not in yet.”

“Will you put it in my hand Sir?”
She stands up and turns her back to me. I place the device in her hands and she walks off very slowly. She tries to walk in a way that only few to none people see her. Damn she’s spoiling my entertainment like that. I shout out.
“Hey candy!”
She stops and turns around. I make the come hither sign and call out again.
“You forgot to thank and kiss me before you go.”
I grin widely; I have everybody’s attention now. People are touching their neighbour with the elbow and some of them are pointing at her and start to laugh. She walks towards me as fast as her heels will carry her and kisses me swiftly.
“Thank you Sir; and I really ha … hat …. eh will never forget this.”
“Sensible girl for correcting yourself in time; now off you go.”

She walks away, fast as she can, but making sure not to trip. Her head red as a tomato, her hands clinched in fists of rage. Everybody is staring at her, people pointing at her, some laughing; the old man lowering his newspaper and shouting at her.
“Hey sweetie, been a bad girl? Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? Ha, ha.”
She is away for a long time. I imagine it will not be easy to insert with her hands secured like that. Besides she will take some time to calm down again and face the audience a second time.
I call for the waitress; give her some instructions and tell her to come back when I signal her.

After fifteen minutes she comes back; she has not waited long enough; people are still checking on the door and her coming back. She is very relieved to find her way back to the bench.
“You need some time to recover now or can we do the round right away?”
“How bad can it turn to; I had all humiliation already so just get it over with.”