“First let me check if it is actually in.”
I start the device and I can here it humming and buzzing, not very loud though but clear enough.
“Hmm can’t hear it. Move to the edge of the bench so that my pussy is on the wooden part.”
She obeys and the buzzing resonates on the wood and is now audible for most of the customers. Again people are turning their heads and Candy’s head turning all red again.
“See how popular you are getting, just by being in my presence?”
“Yes Sir, but you promised me not to keep it on for a long time; please I am getting horny as it is.”
She starts squirming again and already her breathing gets heavier. I switch to position one and ask her to describe it. It’s nothing special just one equal vibration. I change to position two and ask again.
“It starts quite moderate and easy and then slowly increases until it stops at the max and starts all over again; it’s more effective this one.”

She smiles and I get to three.
“Wow this is morse code; there are three short vibrations followed by three longer ones.”
“What about position four? Remember I also want to know which one turns you on most.”
“This is a nice sensation the intensity goes up and down really fast on this one, these are more like waves. I couldn’t take that one for a very long time.”
I switch to five and I can hear this one it’s just buzzing with an interval. I count the series and I think it’s a series of nine.
“Just buzzing with an interval this one Sir, it’s a long series of seven I believe Sir.”
“Count again, I am sure seven is not correct.”
I make her count 5 times and she sticks to her first answer. I must have miscounted I am sure but I am not willing to admit my mistake.

“A stupid girl, you can’t even count right for it is nine.”
“Sorry Sir, if you say so it must be nine.”
“Two more to go; how about this one?”
“Oh this one is hot Sir and hard to describe. It’s a series again but this time starts with a short one and each next one is a bit longer and a bit stronger. Like number four I couldn’t take this one very long.”
“Okay now for the final one.”
“Number seven is actually a bit disappointing Sir. It’s just one long vibration starting at the max and slightly decreasing.”
I give her an extra shot of her favourite positions and I can hear her really breathing very heavily as well as a light moaning.
“Please Sir, you promised.”

I switch it off completely and put the remote on the table again and signal to the waitress. She comes to the table with her sweetest voice as if she was addressing a small child.
“Sorry Sir but I think the little girl would like to have a straw to finish her coffee, as she has no current use of her hands.”
She puts the straw in Candy’s coffee and walks away grinning from ear to ear. Candy looks up to me expecting protection and I strike her hair and kiss her.
“Fuck the waitress must have taken the remote, it is gone.”
“Please Sir, you promised me not to use it again.”
It’s obvious the device is turned on again.
“Sorry not my fault, the waitress took the remote.” 

The waitress stands behind the bar, one hand in her apron where it seems that the remote is, smiling and waving with the other hand to candy. The device switches position every ten seconds or so.
“Please Sir go and ……. oh fuck ….. oh shit ……. tell her to turn it off.”
“What? You expect me to go there and embarrass myself, ask her yourself.”
“I can’t walk anymore with this thing buzzing in my pussy …. I mean sorry, your cunt. It might fall out and I would be dripping all over the place. Oh my God she switched again to the waves. Please Sir, I cannot take this much longer. Stop that bitch.”
“Watch your tongue young lady; you can’t just call her a bitch. She’s a nice girl; I even told her that she could come over one day and play with you for a bit. It seems that she couldn’t wait that long.”
“Oh fuck, this is too much, she’s now changed to the other favourite. Please Sir I am gonna explode any minute now.”

“Don’t you dare to cum without permission slut. Beg for it properly or you will be sorry.”
“Well you better give me permission then for I can’t hold it much longer.”
“You call that begging? I am gonna teach you with a bullwhip if you don’t beg properly.”
“Oh please Sir not the bullwhip. I do as you tell me, but it is hard to hold. Sir, may I please, please cum. I beg you Sir, with all my heart.”
I take the keys to free her hands.
“Okay you can come but try to limit the mess by holding your hands in front of my juicy snatch.”
She cannot help to make noise but tries to suppress it as much as possible. She wants to hold one hand before her mouth but I order her to keep them both between her legs. I grab her knees and pull her legs further apart as much as possible. She hisses more than she shouts but sometimes there are some audible high tones as she cannot control herself.

“Oh fuck Sir, thank you Sir for allowing this slut to cum. I am so close; I can feel the juices pumping in my body. Damn it, I think I am going to squirt. Oh fuck, this slut is going to cum, oh shit, aaaahhhhhrrrrrgggg.”
This last cry has even alarmed the customers in the very other corner of the café. Both the manager and the waitress are grinning behind the bar. The old man has lowered his newspaper and is licking his lips. I can even see a big bulge in his trousers.
He’s having the time of his life just like me. I wait for a couple of minutes for Candy to collect herself a bit. She has fallen over resting her head against my body and one arm on my lap.
“Is it turned off now?”
She nods her head: “Yes Sir it is off now.”
“You better go over there now and ask it back now before she starts all over again.”
Candy startles; that’s the last thing she wants.

She gets up but falls back on the bench at the first attempt; she is totally exhausted. At the second attempt she needs to hold the table and to stabilize before she can start walking. Well ‘walking’ might not even be the correct term.
When she is about ten yards away from me I shout her name loudly.
“Candy.”
She stops and turns; I raise my arm and between thumb and index fingers is a small rope and from it dangles the remote control. It had been in my pocket all the time. I have a huge grin; I am so pleased with my idea.
She gets back to the table and falls on the bench. She is way too tired, to protest or even comment on the fact I had the device all along. Then I tell her that she has passed all her test and she even would have passed on clothes and looks alone.

She just lies there on the bench in a pool of her own cum, her little tartan skirt completely drenched in the filth; smiling from ear to ear after taking the news, just being one totally happy slut.
I leave her there for 30 minutes, mostly ignoring her sometimes striking her hair. Other customers stop by and ask if she’s alright.
“Believe me she’s alright; she never has been happier in her entire life,” I say.
And she; she just lies there as if there is nobody else in the room. Then I tell her to get up and go home.

“The coffeedate is over dear; I expect you for duties and first physical inspection tomorrow at 5 at my place.”
“Yes Sir I’ll be there. I just would like my panties back before I go.”
I sign the waitress and she comes back with the panties dripping wet. She cleans the stain on the bench with it and freshens up Candy’s face with them.
“Does the young lady needs these for her way home?”
Candy doesn’t seem to matter that they are cold and wet she puts them on and kisses the waitress. Then she bends over to kiss me and to thank me. The waitress smacks Candy’s ass; the sound is great on the wet panties.
She really looks a complete mess.
“Oh dear don’t forget to pay before you leave. You were the one that invited me, remember.”

 

She pays the bill as if it’s the normal thing to do and leaves a generous tip. She walks off, still a bit unstable as if she had a bit too much alcohol.
As she closes the door I order another coffee and a Dom Bénedictine.
I can’t remember the last time coffee tasted so good, so sweet, even without sugar.
Well, candy has left.

Starmaster/March 2009