A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland
Chapter 12
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I drove home from work and checked my closet to decide what to wear to Ash’s apartment tonight. He hadn’t texted me to give me any instructions, so I decided to go with something casual. He seemed to prefer that.
I laid out my outfit. I was just taking off my shoes when someone rang my doorbell.
I pulled the door open and found a delivery guy standing there. He held out a large box. “Delivery for you, Ma’am.”
“I didn’t order anything,” I told him. “There must be some mistake.”
He turned the box around and read the address label. “Lucy Kelso, 4573 Oxford Crescent?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t order anything.”
He handed me the box. “You can check the packing slip inside and contact the sender. Sign here.”
He held out his phone. I scribbled my signature on the screen.
I didn’t have time to mess around with this. I needed to get ready to go to Ash’s apartment, but curiosity got the better of me.
I opened the box and got all my questions answered when I found another handwritten note from Ash.
Put this on. I’ll pick you up at your place tonight.
I folded back the tissue paper and lifted out a long, sleek, satin, full-length, spaghetti-strap gown.
I took a shower and slithered into the dress in front of the mirror. Wherever he planned to take me must be really nice.
I selected my nicest pair of pumps and put on the same necklace I wore to the club the night I met him.
I was just putting the finishing touches on my makeup when he came to the door.
His eyes went hard when he checked me out down to my feet and back up to my bare arms and shoulders. “You look incredible,” he murmured.
I blushed and tried not to squirm in the dress. “Thank you for this.”
He inclined his head toward the street behind him. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah!” I grabbed my clutch and he offered me his arm. “This is awfully official,” I remarked on our way down to his car.
“I thought it was time for us to do something a little different.” He opened the passenger seat for me to get in.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“First, we’re going out to dinner. Don’t worry. We won’t do anything inappropriate in public.”
He shut the door and I put on my seat belt while he walked around the car and got behind the wheel.
I waited for him to start the motor and drive off, but he turned to me instead and pulled the padded leather wrist cuffs out of his jacket pocket. “Hold out your hands.”
I stared at in him stunned disbelief while he unbuckled the cuffs and cinched them around my wrists. Was he really going to do this—in the car?
He kept shooting me hard looks while he buckled the straps extra tight—like I could actually get away from him while the car was moving.
He took the snaffle clip out of his pocket next. “Put your hands above your head.”
I raised my arms. This position left my body exposed. The dress made it ten times worse. It barely covered any of me.
That feeling of just a flimsy piece of satin separating me from him—it sent a thrill of erotic danger through my guts.
He clipped the snaffle to one of the cuffs, looped it over the safety grab handle above the passenger door, and clipped the other side of the snaffle to my other wrist.
He sat back in his seat and examined me. The clip held my wrists in the air. I couldn’t get away.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured. “That’s what I like to see. You’re completely helpless, aren’t you? Now I can do whatever I want with you.”
He ran his hand from my ribs down my hip to my thigh, but that was all.
The lustrous satin caressed me under his hand and instantly turned me on. That shimmering feeling rushed down my body and twined between my legs.
He could definitely do whatever he wanted with me, but he didn’t grope my body the way I thought he would.
He rummaged under his seat and took out a plain paper bag. I didn’t see what he needed that for until he bent over me a second time and pulled up my dress.
He scooted it all the way up to my hips. He gave me a look and I lifted my ass off the seat so he could hitch my dress all the way up to my panties.
He fiddled with something in the bag and then clipped something hard and cold to the inside of my panties. I didn’t see what it was.
He crumpled up the bag, stuffed it into his jacket pocket, turned the ignition, pulled out onto the road, and then pushed one of the control buttons on the steering wheel.
I didn’t notice anything unusual about these buttons before. Each one bore the stamp of the standard windows, defroster, and stereo volume control icons.
He pushed a button that didn’t have any icon on it—and whatever he clipped to my panties started to vibrate against my clitoris.
I moaned and writhed back on the seat, but the cuffs held me in place. I couldn’t go anywhere.
“Do you like that?” he asked. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
I whimpered in pathetic misery. “I need you….”
“You need me to do what?”
I gulped. Here we went again. So we were playing that game.
Was this what he meant when he said he was a sadist? He liked to torment me, bring me to the pitch of desperation, and listen to me beg him to finish me off.
The vibrations stayed low, rumbling, and never escalated. They spiraled me into a dizzy cloud of arousal, but they never built to a full climax.
“I need you to fuck me….” I moaned.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” I sobbed. “Please…..”
“I can’t do that while I’m driving.” God, he said it so matter-of-factly.
I tried to turn away from him, but every move made the dress slip and sparkle on my skin.
It turned me on almost as much as the vibrator. The dress didn’t have to touch my pussy or any other part of me. It encased me in this delicious feeling of succulent excitement just from sitting here on this seat.
“Do you want to cum for me?” he asked.
“Yes!” I choked. “Please….I need you so bad….”
“Do you feel me inside you right now? Do you feel me taking you and making you tremble for me?”
“Yes!” I burst out in agonized groans—and then he made it a thousand times harder when he pushed the button again.
The vibrator buzzed faster. I whined in desperation and squirmed my ass in circles on the seat.
I really needed something thick and hot inside me right now, but I couldn’t get it. I couldn’t even stick my own fingers inside me.
“You need it so bad, don’t you?” he demanded. “You need me to bend you over and smack your ass so hard while I fuck you. Don’t you? Beg me for it.”
“Yes!” I whimpered. “Please….I need you to spank me…..please take me….”
“What will you do for me if I spank you?”
“Anything!” I broke down in sobs trying in any possible way to get him to touch me. “I’ll do anything.”
“Will you kneel for me?”
“Yes!” I practically screamed. “I need you! I need to kneel for you!”
“Will you let me do whatever I want to your body?”
“Yes! You know I will!”
“Hmmm,” he murmured. “I don’t know…..”
I moaned again. My pussy ached so bad right now. He never took his eyes off the road even to look at me, much less touch me.
He pushed the button for the third time and I screamed. “Beg me to let you cum!” he ordered.
“Please!!” I screamed. “Please…..please let me cum……I need you so bad….I’ll do anything…..”
“Spread your legs wider.”
I spread my legs and gyrated on the seat, but that only made it worse. “Please….” I whimpered. “Please……”
He turned the steering wheel and pulled into a parking lot somewhere.
I broke down wailing in brutal desire when he turned in my direction, but he only switched off the vibrator and unclipped it from my panties.
“I will make you cum, but not now. Now pull yourself together so we can go inside.”
I buckled on the seat while he unclipped my wrists from the handle. Then I really did crumble moaning and convulsing while he pulled the cuffs loose and stashed them in the glove box.
He leaned all the way over and kissed me on the forehead. Man, that kiss hurt!
He got out, walked around the car, and opened the passenger door. I had to sit there writhing in agony until I collected myself enough to get out.
My dress fell down to my ankles. No one could tell from the outside that there was anything wrong with me, but I was going crazy on the inside.
He shut the passenger door behind me. I had to lean against the car to steady myself.
I would have lain my whole body against the cold steel to try to shock myself back to my senses, but that probably would only have excited me more.
I was still reeling and struggling to focus my vision when he took hold of my arm, turned me around to face him, and enveloped me in his arms.
I collapsed on his chest and put my arms around his chest. That one moment of contact grounded me enough so that, when he pulled away, I could take his hand and follow him into the restaurant.
End of Chapter 12.