The ride part one !
I was never a 24/7 lifestyler. When I was in my twenties I played with four or five doms who are in the closet and married. I was single and no attachment. I met some of the most amazing men during that time. I had one his name was sir Rob. We were friends we had met on a Yahoo chat. He was married and the in the closet, yet a very loving and supportive online Dom. We talked for hours as we explored our interest in BDSM, but also life in general.
I was going through a particularly rough patch in my life.. he said let's take a ride.
I was to wear a black mid thigh skirt, a black lace tank top, a black lace hook in front bra, a coral cardigan and no underwear.flat sandles.
I was to bring in my purse a pair of black lace underwear. I was to drive to the mall sit in my car hands in my lap, close my eyes and wait for him.
My toenails and nails were to be painted blood red My lipstick was to be a neutral brown. I was to wear copper eye shadow, brown eyeliner but no mascara. I was to be shaved clean the day before, and I was to wear Happy perfume.
I was to have a scarf on my neck tied losely on the side. In my purse I was to have 8 clothespins a wooden spoon with a handle 1/4 in diameter handle. I was to have 4 2x2 bandages and double sided tape in my hands as well.
As I prepare for Sirs ride, I relish in the details that I rarely pay attention to . I must focus and prepare exactly as he asks.. each task that I do.. I do for him. Each step I take , I know will please him. I think I hate vanilla relationships... there is so much guessing sir tells me everything I need to do to make him happy. In the chaotic world of vanilla and life everything is a choice or a guess... Here if I do what I am told I will make him happy. In real life I make decisions all the time for everyone. I am a people pleaser but I am a control freak.
I love that he tells me what I need to do to make him happy. I love that he cares enough to tell me what to do. I am a large woman I don't feel pretty, but he makes me feel pretty.. he makes me feel wanted. Each step I take I become more aroused and excited.
I drive to the mall sit in the parking lot. I place the sunglasses two by twos in my lap and I close my eyes. And I wait.
Within 15 minutes my car door opens I I hear his deep voice saying you look beautiful. He takes the sunglasses 2x2s and tape out of my hands... Says open your eyes. I look up at his deep brown eyes.. he gives me his hand I got out of the car. I look into his eyes and I almost want to burst into tears. he has the most loving look in his deep brown eyes. He is pleased with what I've done. He said follow me.. he leads me to the door of his convertible and opens the door can I get in. He closes the door walks around to his side and gets in. The top is up on the convertible.
He hands me a remote control egg vibe, and tells me to lift my one leg and insert as deep as I can in his vagina. He tells me to place two clothes pins on each side of my labia. I do so ..I am so wet ... He says taste yourself. I stick my middle finger inside of me...and bring to my lips , and insert the tip of my glistening finger in my mouth ..he directed me to take the top of my seat and recline it about 20 degrees.
I follow every instruction. I am so wet...and I am so on fire ..
He proceeds to place the two by twos in the lens of my glasses tapes them in, and places that on my face gently. He presses them up against my nose and my vision is gone except for my limited peripheral vision.
He begins to drive . He said talk to me. Tell me what is going on. This means sir and sub are done for now .. ..I am to switch to regular conversation, and I am to tell him what is going on in my life .. He drives out of the city and up to the country... I am slow to talk ..it is not coming out the way it should , my issues are troubling to me..and I am hitting a wall ..
He glanc at me and knows I am holding back, not to be bratty, but because I can't talk . I can't let go ...
The egg begins to vibrate inside of me...the clothespins are rattling....on my labia ...I look up at him...and he said it's okay punkin, you don't have to talk just yet.. ...close your eyes and ride ......... ....the vibrating egg is powerful ...it is raising my temperature ...he fluxuates the speed ...I am worming in my seat ..he Said ...no just feel it ...he turns the radio up and we drive . "Feel the bunps in the road punkin ..focus on what I am doing to your body ... feel the sensation...let everything else go . you are mine to play with ..he pulls over unties the scarf on my neck, and reties it much tighter ..I can breathe , however as I felt his hands touch my neck and tie the scarf so tight his hands Cradle my neck ..he leans over and growls in my ear ..sticks two fingers in the already tight scarf..Twists it tighter and says "...I told you to let go....you are mine now, do you understand?"
I gasp for air he untwists his finger,...I said "yes sir."
I hear him rustle for something. I hear the rip off duck tape .....He said now lean forward, and place your hands behind your back ...he ties my hands with duck tape...he said "now lean back". I lay against my arms the egg inside of me..is raging ...part your legs punkin....let me have access to my cunt... ..and he takes off ...and the music cranks ...and we drive...his hands touch me then stop and I start to lose myself in his singing ...the music and the ride...
Part two of the ride next
