A first date - part 2 will be for paid members only. Enjoy part one :)

Katherine pushed open the restaurant door, her green eyes scanning the room until they landed on Mitch. He sat at a corner table, looking awkward and uncomfortable. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead under the soft light. She smirked, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

"Mitch," she called out as she approached, her hips swaying with each step. Heads turned to watch her glide across the floor. She didn't mind; she enjoyed the attention.

Mitch looked up, his eyes widening when he saw her. "Katherine," he stammered, standing awkwardly to greet her. His voice wavered as he pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you," she said, settling into the seat and crossing her legs slowly, making sure his eyes followed every movement. "How are you?"

He swallowed hard. "Good, uh, good. Nervous but excited."

"Excited, huh?" Katherine leaned in slightly, letting him catch a glimpse of her cleavage. "Why would that be?"

His face flushed red as he avoided eye contact. "Well, you know..."

"Yes, I do." Her smile was predatory as she leaned back, satisfied with his reaction.

A waiter appeared at their table, interrupting the charged moment. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'll have a glass of red wine," Katherine said without looking away from Mitch.

"And for you, sir?"

"Just water," Mitch mumbled.

The waiter nodded and disappeared.

"So," Katherine began after a pause, "you kept your promise?"

Mitch nodded quickly. "Yes."

Her smile widened. "Good boy."

He shifted in his seat, visibly uncomfortable but unable to tear his eyes away from her.

"Tell me more about yourself," she prompted.

He cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I work in IT... nothing too exciting."

She tilted her head slightly. "Oh come on, there must be something interesting about you."

"I—well—I'm really into hiking," he offered hesitantly.

"Hiking?" She raised an eyebrow. "Interesting choice for someone who spends most of their time indoors."

He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Their drinks arrived and Katherine took a sip of her wine while studying him over the rim of her glass.

"You know," she said after a moment's silence, "I like a man who can follow instructions."

His eyes met hers briefly before dropping to the table again. "I'm good at following instructions," he whispered.

She reached out and placed her hand on top of his. His hand twitched but stayed still under hers.

"I bet you are."

Katherine's smile turned wicked as she leaned in closer. "So, Mitch, was it difficult not jerking off all week?"

Mitch's face turned crimson. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "I... uh..."

Katherine giggled and squeezed his hand. "Don't be so nervous."

He took a deep breath. "Yes, it was hard. Especially because you kept sending me those messages... and those selfies."

Her fingers stroked the back of his hand as she laughed softly. "You're such a good boy."

Mitch managed a small smile, though his eyes still darted around the room nervously.

"So," Katherine continued, her tone shifting slightly, "how long have you been single? I know we've discussed this over messages, but it's always better in person."

He glanced at her before looking down at their joined hands. "About a year now," he admitted. "My last relationship ended pretty badly."

She nodded, her expression turning more serious. "What happened?"

"We were together for three years," Mitch began, his voice steadier now that he was talking about something familiar. "But she... she cheated on me with a coworker."

Katherine's grip on his hand tightened slightly. "I'm sorry to hear that."

He shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. "It took me a while to get over it, but I'm okay now."

"What about you?" Mitch asked, looking up at her with genuine curiosity.

Katherine's eyes darkened momentarily before she responded. "I've been single for about six months," she said quietly. "My ex was... controlling. It got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore."

Mitch frowned. "That sounds awful."

"It was," she agreed, her voice tinged with bitterness. Then she forced a smile and added, "But that's in the past now."

He nodded slowly, feeling a connection forming between them through their shared experiences.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," Katherine said softly.

Mitch squeezed her hand gently. "Thank you for listening."

The waiter returned with their drinks, placing the glass of red wine in front of Katherine and the water in front of Mitch. "Are you ready to order?" he asked, pulling out a small notepad.

Katherine looked at Mitch expectantly. "Ladies first," she purred.

"I'll have the coq au vin," she said, handing the menu back.

"And for you, sir?" the waiter asked.

Mitch cleared his throat. "Je prendrai le filet mignon avec des pommes de terre dauphinoises," he said, his pronunciation smooth and confident.

Katherine's eyes widened in surprise. "You speak French?"

He blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, I worked over there for a year a while ago."

"Impressive," she murmured, leaning in closer. The aroma of her perfume filled his senses, making his head spin slightly.

As soon as the waiter walked away, Katherine leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm so happy you're submissive." Her foot slid up his calf under the table, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. She leaned over the table, letting him catch a full view down her cleavage. "I want to be in control in my next relationship."

Mitch swallowed hard, feeling his cock instantly harden in his jeans from her touch and words. His cheeks burned bright red as he tried to form a coherent response.

"I—I want to be your good boy," he finally managed to whisper back, his voice shaky with desire.

Katherine's smile was triumphant as she pulled back slightly but kept her foot teasingly on his leg. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Katherine leaned in, her eyes locking onto Mitch's. "Tonight is a test," she whispered. "If you can prove yourself a good boy, not beg or ask for anything, I'll consider going out with you."

Mitch nodded, swallowing hard. His face flushed with determination and desire.

The waiter returned, carrying a small bowl of steaming soup and a plate of croutons. "Complimentary starter for you both," he announced with a smile, placing the dishes on the table.

"Thank you," Katherine said, her gaze never leaving Mitch's face.

They began eating, the tension between them thickening with every bite. Katherine slipped off her shoe under the table and slid her foot higher up Mitch's leg, lightly teasing the inside of his thigh. He nearly choked on his soup, eyes wide in surprise. She giggled softly, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"So," she began, her voice dripping with innuendo as she dipped a crouton into her soup, "I love it when I can taste something really creamy."

Mitch's hand trembled slightly as he raised his spoon to his mouth. He struggled to maintain composure.

"It's all about technique," she continued, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You have to know how to work your mouth just right to get the perfect texture."

He almost choked again but managed to swallow his soup without incident. His pulse raced as her foot inched higher.

"And patience is key," Katherine purred, leaning forward slightly. "You can't rush it. You need to take your time and savor every moment."

Mitch's breath quickened. He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Some people think it's all about speed," she said, shaking her head with a sly smile. "But really, it's about control and knowing when to be gentle and when to be firm."

Her words painted vivid images in Mitch's mind, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

"There's something so satisfying about seeing the results of your efforts," Katherine continued, her voice lowering seductively. "When you know you've done a good job and given someone exactly what they need."

Mitch's hands gripped the edge of the table as he fought to keep his composure.

"How are you enjoying your soup?" she asked innocently, her foot still teasing him mercilessly under the table.

"It's... it's delicious," he stammered, struggling to keep his voice steady.

Katherine's grin widened as she watched him squirm. "Good boy."

Her foot slid higher, toes pressing lightly against the bulge in his jeans. Mitch's breath hitched, and his eyes widened in shock and pleasure.

"Look how hard you are," she whispered with a giggle, her toes gently massaging him through the denim. "This proves you haven't jerked off all week."

"Thank you," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling with arousal.

Katherine's toes began a slow, deliberate dance over his hardness, applying just enough pressure to drive him wild without giving him any relief. She moved her foot in a gentle rhythm, the friction of her movements sending waves of pleasure through Mitch's body.

As her foot continued its teasing motion, Mitch struggled to maintain his composure. His breath came in short gasps, and he gripped the edge of the table to steady himself. The sensation was both exquisite and torturous, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge without letting him tip over.

Katherine's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched him squirm under her touch. She leaned in closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "Does that feel good, Mitch?"

"Y-yes," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

"Good," she purred. "I want you to remember this feeling."

At that moment, a cheerful voice interrupted their intimate exchange.

"Mitch! Fancy seeing you here!"

A cute blonde girl in her late twenties approached their table, her smile bright and friendly. Katherine didn't stop her teasing, but her eyes flicked up to the newcomer with mild curiosity.

"Julie," Mitch gasped, trying to sound casual despite the situation under the table. "This is... uh... Katherine."

Julie turned her attention to Katherine, her eyes widening in admiration. "Wow, you look stunning!"

Katherine's smile remained polite as she responded, "Thank you. You must be one of Mitch's coworkers?"

"Yes," Julie confirmed with a nod. "I'm Julie. We work together in IT."

"It's nice to meet you, Julie," Katherine replied smoothly. Her foot never stopped its slow torment on Mitch's cock.

Julie continued chatting cheerfully, oblivious to Mitch's predicament. "So how did you two meet?"

Katherine shot Mitch a wicked glance before answering. "We met online and hit it off right away."

"That's great!" Julie said enthusiastically. "Mitch is such a great guy."

"Yes," Katherine agreed with a sly smile. "He's been very obedient tonight."

Mitch bit his lip to stifle a groan as Katherine increased the pressure slightly with her toes.

Julie beamed at them both. "Well, I don't want to interrupt your date too much. Just wanted to say hi and tell you that you both look amazing together."

"Thank you," Katherine said warmly. "It was lovely meeting you."

Julie gave them one last smile before heading back to her own table.

As soon as Julie was out of earshot, Katherine leaned in close again, her voice dripping with mischief. "You did so well keeping it together while I teased you."

Mitch let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His entire body tingled from the combination of pleasure and restraint.

Katherine's foot continued its gentle strokes over his jeans, each movement sending jolts of electricity through him.

"I think you've earned a little reward for being such a good boy," she whispered seductively.

Mitch's eyes met hers with a mixture of gratitude and desperation.

Katherine's foot moved with more purpose now, pressing firmly against his hardness in a rhythm that mimicked the motions of an intimate act. The friction created by the fabric of his jeans only heightened the sensation.

Each stroke brought Mitch closer to the edge, his breathing growing ragged as he fought to maintain control.

Katherine's eyes never left his face as she continued her teasing dance under the table, savoring every reaction she elicited from him.

The anticipation built within Mitch until it felt like he might burst from sheer need alone.

The waiter approached their table, balancing a tray laden with their meals. "Here we are," he announced cheerfully, placing Katherine's coq au vin in front of her. He set Mitch's filet mignon with dauphinoise potatoes down with equal care.

Katherine smoothly retracted her foot, leaving Mitch teetering on the brink of orgasm. His eyes widened in a mix of relief and frustration as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Enjoy your meal," the waiter said before retreating to another table.

Katherine giggled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Take deep breaths, Mitch," she whispered. "I don't want you cumming in your pants just from a little teasing footjob."

Mitch exhaled shakily, focusing on calming his racing heart. He picked up his fork and knife with trembling hands, cutting into the tender steak before him. The rich aroma filled his senses, grounding him slightly.

"How's your filet?" Katherine asked, taking a delicate bite of her own dish.

"Delicious," Mitch replied, his voice still unsteady.

"Good." She smiled wickedly, savoring the power she held over him. "Remember, tonight is a test. I need to see if you can handle my control."

Mitch nodded, swallowing another bite of his meal. The flavors danced on his tongue, but all he could think about was Katherine and the promise of what might come if he passed her test.

Their conversation flowed more easily as they ate, the tension easing slightly but never disappearing entirely. Every glance from Katherine held an unspoken promise, keeping Mitch on edge and eager to please her.

When their plates were nearly empty, Katherine leaned back in her chair and studied Mitch with a thoughtful expression. "You did well tonight," she murmured.

His heart soared at her praise. "Thank you."

She reached across the table and took his hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Remember what I said earlier: I like a man who can follow instructions."

"I'll do anything for you," Mitch replied earnestly.

Katherine's smile widened, satisfied by his devotion. "Good boy."

She leaned in, her eyes glittering with a mix of mischief and intent. "Finish your drink, Mitch. We're going somewhere quieter for your second test."

Mitch's pulse quickened. He swallowed hard and nodded, excitement mingling with nerves. He took a sip of his water, the cool liquid doing little to calm his racing heart.

Katherine watched him with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "There's a bar nearby with just the right amount of privacy," she said, her voice smooth and commanding.

Mitch placed his glass down and stood, trying to keep his composure. "Lead the way."