Breaking Bernadette
Copyright© 2026 by JDlit71
Chapter 3: Dinner & Dessert
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Dinner & Dessert - Some things are private...until they aren't. With a photographic memory and a body made for using, Bernadette found herself between a rock and a hard place, which was exactly where she wanted to be...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough White Male White Female Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Suddenly the new phone buzzed. She quickly picked it up and read the text.
“Meet Mr. Phillips at The Stable House Restaurant on Main St next to the alley at 9:30. He won’t be expecting you so make a good first impression. HINT: He loves titties that could pop out at any moment. NO bra or panties. Remember, YOU were late? Enjoy dinner and dessert”
Bernadette looked at the clock beside her bed. It was 8:58 pm. She had forgotten to set an alarm. She quickly rummaged through her closet for a suitable “first impression” outfit. She decided on a white crop top, which hung a couple of inches below her boobs, and a black miniskirt with white 3” heels. She wore her red hair down and some medium sized pearls. She was so glad that she had shaved already. Her pussy tingled underneath the short skirt without panties. She didn’t have time for anything else. She grabbed her clutch purse and glanced in the mirror and was stunned. While she loved to dress up in different styles of clothes, it had been years since she had dressed up to go out and she had never even attempted to look this hot or slutty. She quickly locked the door and drove to the restaurant.
She knew the restaurant from several years before when Brian, her boyfriend at the time, had taken her there for a second date. It served exceptional food and the atmosphere was elegant without being stuffy. Her outfit would definitely stand out, especially without a bra. She had to keep reminding herself that she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She was being coerced into this submissive role. No matter how embarrassed or wet she got, it was simply out of her control, at least for the time being.
She parked her car in the lot behind the restaurant and walked through the alley to the front entrance. There was a couple in the alley engaged in a romantic fever as the man had the woman pressed against the wall and was kissing her neck as she moaned. They stopped and attempted to straighten up when they heard Bernadette’s heels clicking as she walked through the alley. She smiled at them as she passed and took note that the man smiled and licked his lips while the woman simply stared at her coldly.
She was met by the hostess in the front and asked if she wanted a table for one.
“I’m meeting Mr. Phillips, but he isn’t expecting me.” Bernadette said as she smiled.
“Whom should I say is joining him?” the hostess asked.
Her name tag said “Janelle” and Bernadette almost used that for her own name just to see the reaction from the hostess.
“Bernadette. Tell him it’s Bernadette. He’ll know,” she said smiling.
Janelle turned and walked directly to the table in the corner where an older gentleman was seated, alone. Bernadette followed her and waited until Janelle announced her arrival.
“Excuse me, Mr. Phillips? There’s a Miss Bernadette here–”
“Hello Mr. Phillips,” Bernadette interrupted as she quickly lifted her crop top and revealed her tits to him before Janelle could turn around. “I’m Bernadette, may I join you? We have so much to talk about.”
Mr. Phillips looked at Bernadette and smiled before he stood up and pulled out the chair to his left at the table.
“Why of course my dear. Please, have a seat,” Phillips said, waiting for Bernadette to be seated.
Janelle turned and left as Bernadette smiled at her. She was obviously unnerved by Bernadette interrupting her, but she had other customers waiting.
Bernadette turned her attention to Mr. Phillips. He was probably in his late fifties, balding, slim and tall with a mustache and graying hair. He dressed nice and smelled of expensive cologne.
“So, you didn’t want to wait for a table? What is it that we need to discuss, Miss Bernadette? I’m all ears,” Phillips said as he tried to keep from licking his lips.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure. I was actually hoping you would–”
“Mr. Phillips? This was just dropped off for you at the hostess stand? The gentleman said that you would know what to do with them?” It was Janelle interrupting in a questioning tone.
“Really?” Phillips asked as he reached for the large manilla envelope.
Janelle smiled, mocking Bernadette, and returned to her stand.
“Well, this is a night full of surprises isn’t it, Miss Bernadette?” he said as he opened the envelope and pulled out some sheets of paper.
He read the first page, then looked at Bernadette perplexed. Then he looked at the others and began to turn red as he licked his lips and scanned them closely, one by one. Finally he held them to his chest and smiled.
“Let’s order dinner, shall we?” Phillips said smiling. “I’m starving.”
“Is it something you need to address or is it important?” Bernadette asked, very concerned.
“No, not at the moment. It can wait. What would you like to eat? I hear Oysters Rockefeller is their speciality,” Phillips offered as he placed the folder and the papers face down.
“OK. I’ve never had them, but ok,” Bernadette replied.
The waiter came and took their order. Phillips ordered for both of them which consisted of two glasses of chardonnay and two orders of Oysters Rockefeller. Janelle returned.
“Um, Miss Bernadette? This was left at the front hostess stand with your name on it,” she said, handing Bernadette an envelope.
“Why thank you Miss Janelle,” Bernadette replied in a snarky tone.
Janelle returned to her hostess stand and Mr. Phillips snickered, “You make quite an impression Miss Bernadette.”
“Every chance I get, Mr. Phillips,” she said as she opened the envelope and took out the note and read it. She nearly fainted.
“Ask Daddy if he wants you to suck his dick in the alley right now. NOW. RIGHT NOW and call him DADDY. Then do whatever he tells you afterwards.”
She reread the note twice to make absolutely certain she wasn’t missing something. She wasn’t. It was about to get interesting.
“Are you alright, Miss Bernadette?” Phillips asked, sounding concerned as he saw her face turn ghost white.
“Yes Daddy, I’m fine. Would you like for me to suck your dick in the alley right now?” Bernadette asked nervously.
Phillips’ mouth dropped. He was clearly stunned. He reached for the papers and glanced at them one by one again then waved for the waiter.
“We’d like those oysters to go please,” he told the waiter before he even reached the table.