The road trip...

[Guest]

"Stop fidgeting," I hear you say to me. "Do you want me to pull this car over and punish you?"

With the ball gag in my mouth blocking sound, I have to shake my head "no".

"Very well," you say.

Once again the car is silent for many minutes. I'm starting to feel the affect of rope on my wrists as they feel like they're being rubbed raw. At least you didn't use the handcuffs this time. That metal cuts in deeper than the rope does.

I wonder where it is you, my Master, are taking me this time. Could it be the cabin again, a hotel, a run down sleazy motel, a secluded private bar? It's always hard to tell with you...

 

[Whit00EK]

I speak to you, though I am not certain why I bother. You have not been the obedient slave you have been trained to be during this trip. Noises behind the gag; thrashing in the back seat; stretching and making attempts to slip the ropes that bind you. You are far from obedient; but I shall give you the benefit of the doubt. You are rather new and your training is still in progress.

"My dear, I have a surprise for you this evening. You must have thought that I had no respect for you during our last session in that terribly sleazy hole-in-the-wall on the other side of town. I took you there to make a point. You are mine and I shall do as I see fit with you in order that you might prove your unconditional love.

"Tonight, my pet, you shall see what a Master who loves his slave can provide. You shall be treated with loving and wondrous pain. I am taking you to my own dungeon, my love."

Your head thrashes from side to side again and you scan the side of the road as we drive. Far off in the distance, to your right, you catch the outline of a castle-like building built on a hill, just outlined by the moon's light. You can feel the car turn from the main road and into a gravel drive that leads directly to that stone mansion. You have never heard me speak of this place.

I reach over the back of the seat and find a nipple, riding high above the pulled-down scoop neckline of the plain black sheath I have ordered you to wear. And I roll it and pinch it with my thumb and forefinger as I drive with the other hand. I increase my pressure until you moan behind the gag.