For My Naughty, Little Slave
You’re wearing what I asked as you walk through the arrivals
gate. Pulling your luggage behind you, you look through the crowd to find me. I’m there, at the back standing tall over the Indians and Pakistanis with a black hat on, white shirt and jeans. You’re wearing a simple, flowing sundress on top but it’s underneath that I was very specific about.
Underneath you’re wearing a sexy, strapless bra, a suspender belt without stockings and a matching pair of sexy knickers.
We meet and try not to jump on each other in difference to the local culture. Taking you bags and placing them in the boot, we pass the usual pleasantries until I say,
“You ready for the trip to my place?” with a hungry gleam in my eye.
You flush and your pulse quickens. You’ve been waiting for this.
“Yes.” You reply.
“And you understand what will happen to you?”
“Yes, I am to be,” you pause and look round the parking lot for anyone in earshot, “your sex slave.”
“Good, and?” I add.
“My body shall be yours to do whatever you want whilst I am here.” And you look at me with lusty eyes. You can feel yourself becoming wet.
“What else?”
“I shall only speak when asked to and I shall always refer to you as master.” Your mind sizzles at the thought of deferring all of your control to me.
“Excellent. And you remember the safe word?”
“Yes, if I ever utter ‘Mercy’ you will slow something down or respond to a request. If I every say ‘Red’ I shall be released immediately.” You recall.
“And if you are gagged?”
“I shall go ‘Uh-oh’ like ‘no-no’ and you will release me.”
“Good, now that you understand the rules are you still willing to submit to me?” I re-affirm.
“Absolutely!” You want me to start right then and there but I lean over and open a door. It’s a rear door.
“You sit in the back for this trip. It shall be you warm-up”
“Oh, OK.” You respond.
Suddenly, a sharp smack lands on your behind as you’re entering the car.
“That’s not how you respond to me!” I gently condemn you.
“Y-yes, Master!” You retort quietly moaning through your stinging behind.
“Better. Now sit in the middle.” I say from your open door and you slide across.
I close the back door, walk around the car and enter the driver’s door. Sitting down, I lock all the doors from my control and the sound feels thrillingly ominous. Like all of your control has left you. You are now under my control. To do whatever I wish to you. You sit in the middle with your arms by your side, a foot in each foot well either side of you, your knees together and heart racing from arousal.
I adjust the rear view mirror so that I have a complete view of your body just behind me.
“Spread you knees. I don’t want them together.”
You don’t answer me but instantly reply. You’re not sure when I’m looking at you through my sunglasses as we drive out of the car park.
“Slowly undo all of the buttons on your dress.”
You take a few minutes to undo them all.
“Good, now slowly lift the skirt up to your waist.”
You’re glad the car’s windows are tinted and hard to see through from outside as you comply.
“I want your bare butt on the seat.”
You lift yourself up a little as your dress pulls up from underneath you. We are on the motorway now and the traffic is light. You feel the touch of leather on your bare ass.
“Excellent. Now, take that dress completely off and pass it here.”
Adrenalin punches in as you realise that you will be sitting in the back of the car wearing nothing but your underwear. But you start to obey. I am in control of your fate. You must do as I say and it thrills you. You lift it over your head and then pass the dress to me. I tuck it away out of your reach and you sit back in the leather seats wearing only a bra, suspender belt and knickers. You feel my eyes all over your body.
“Good, now keep those knees apart. There are a few items in my back seat pouch – I want you to take them out.”
You locate a black bag. The first thing you pull out is a purple and black ball gag with a strap and buckle.
“Put that on you.” I gently command.
Your mouth wraps around the ball and you fiddle for a few moments with the strap. Then you sit back waiting for the next command.
“Now, Take off your knickers.”
You moan quietly as you realise you must remove them. You sit up, pull your knees together and pull your knickers off. You sit back down and slowly spread your knees apart only wearing a bra, suspender belt and ball gag.
“I can see that you are wet already!”
You blush and become even wetter. Your breathing becomes more laboured.
“Pull out the next item.”
You reach in to the bag and fumble for the next item. You pull it out and it is a large dildo.
“You know what to do with that don’t you? I want it fully buried in you!”
With the gag in you can only nod in response. You lean back with your knees still spread and start playing with yourself. You feel me watching you in the mirror. Your sensations are heightened by the passing scenery outside. Slowly you push it deeper and deeper inside you until only a small amount of the end is showing. Filling you up. You moan in to your gag.
“Now, the next item.”
You have to snap yourself back from your dazed bliss when you hear me order the next command. You focus and reach in. You pull out a similar sized object but with a different shape. You look up quizzedly at me.
“You don’t know what that is do you?”
You shake your head.
“It is a butt-plug. I want you to be doubly impaled within the next few minutes!”
You stare at me and heave a couple of deep breaths as you take this in. One hand moves forward to the dildo to hold it in whilst the other moves around you and starts to position the tip of the plug where it is to go. You start to push. You feel the tip slide easily in at first, then resistance as it widens out and starts to dilate you. You pause and then rock it in and out trying to slowly work its way inside you. It feels huge, growing bigger and bigger as it slowly pushes further and further inside you. You lose sense of your surroundings and fail to see me looking intently at you whilst you impale yourself. Suddenly and finally the last of it slips in and you gasp at the feeling of relief yet internal pressure, as the two items are deep inside you. You gingerly sit back in to your original posture and after a couple more clearing, deep breaths, you look back at me. We are still on the motorway, flying past sparse traffic.
“Next you will find some leather belts attached to each other.”
You reach in and fumble around for a minute and come out with one long leather belt with a couple of shorter ones coming off at right angles. You listen to my instructions and strap the longer one around your waist under the suspender belt, then position the longer of the two belts directly behind you and the shorter one directly in front. You are then instructed to pass the longer strap between the cheeks of your ass and up between your legs. You struggle for a moment to keep the twin phalluses in place as the strap passes over their ends. Finally I order you to slide the strap through the cinch buckle of the short strap in front, which you do with a little slack for yourself. The arrangement means that the two phalluses are held deep within you by two straps of an inch wide even with the small amount of play in the strap. One passing around your waist, the other between your legs. You’re feeling a little overcome with the sensations when I speak next,
“In your carrier bag like I asked are the shoes and stockings I requested?”
You nod.
“Put them on.”
Your movements are slowed by the two phalluses held within you. Slowly you slip on one stocking and attach it to the suspender belt, then the other. Gasping though the gag you lean forward to slip your heels on. However, slowly and surely you manage to get your breath back.
“Now you should find four, leather cuffs. I want you to put one on each ankle and wrist.”
You go back to the black bag and find the cuffs. The wrist cuffs are easy, but again you are slowed when bending down for the ankle cuffs. Gingerly you sit back and through your heavy breathing wait for my next order.
“Now, there will be a collar for you in there.”
You find it and buckle it snug around your neck. It is wide with a few silver ‘d’ rings spaced around it and it feels like it will be hard to choke yourself with it. I start to pull off the motorway.
You sit back and I critique your work through the mirror.
“Excellent so far, slave. Now by the next lights, I want you with your back to me, hands behind your back and leaning against the backs of these front seats in the middle.”
You realise such movement will concentrate the sensations you feel between you legs as you manoeuvre but you have no choice. You take a deep breath through your gag and start you turn around. One leg, then the other, comes round as you kneel on the back seat. You initially hold on to your surroundings until you position yourself sitting backwards between the front seats. You lean back against them just in time as I start to brake. Your body is pushed against the seats by inertia as you thread your hands behind you. You look nervously to either side as traffic pulls up. The windows are tinted, but not enough to totally block out what was happening to you. You see tall lorries pull up either side of you and breathe a sigh of relief as you realise that they are too high to see in. You feel me grab a wrist and lift it high on your back and then a tug on the back of your collar, followed by the other wrist and a similar tug. Then you feel me unhook your bra and it falls away, exposing your breasts now too, but you’re defenceless to stop me, you just look at you rbra, then to the sides of the large lorries blocking us in. You’re nearly naked, gagged, cuffed and doubly impaled in the back seat of my travelling car heading to a long weekend of whatever I wanted to do to you. This was just the beginning, the warm-up! Holding your shoulders I say,
“Good, now sit back down.” To which my hands help guide your body back into a heaving, sweaty mess in the centre of my back seat. I motion for your legs to be spread wide apart again and you comply.
“A couple more things before the light goes green!”
I lean across and to your ankle in the foot well far from me. I produce a hidden clip by the rear door hinge and attach it to the ankle cuff. I twist behind me and similarly attach the other ankle. Now your legs are held wide apart. Unable to move and displaying the strap passing between your legs and holding in the two toys buried deep inside you. Your breasts are on show and your wrists are cuffed high behind you. Gagged, you can only listen to my commands and obey them but soon you will be too helpless to do anything for me.
I stop at the next light and you quietly thank the fact that there seems to be no other traffic currently about. I lean back towards you with a thin chain in my hand. I attach it to the front of your collar and keep the other end in my hand. I now have a leash on you as I sit back in my seat. I turn to face you but don’t leave my seat. Instead I pull on your leash. You are forced to arch your head forward and the action pushes the two phalluses around inside you. I pull your face close enough to kiss, if you were not gagged. The other hand starts to play with your breasts. Toying and playing with your nipples as I stare straight into your eyes from inches away. You feebly struggle and squirm as I play with your breasts. Your expression pleads and begs at me but we both know that you’re enjoying every moment of your surrender.
“I’m not finished with you yet, slave. I still have a couple of other surprises in store.”
Suddenly you feel one nipple being pinched hard. You look down to see a nipple clamp holding on to your right nipple as my hand moves across to your left one. You watch helplessly as I tease the nipple and it automatically responds to my touch. I open the other clamp, position it over your left nipple and release it. Your left nipple feels the constant pinch too. I lift up the adjoining chain and somehow clip it to the same spot your leash is coming from. The chain is just short so that when you breathe out you feel a tug on both nipples. You eyes roll and I bring them back to me with a tug of your leash.
“I’m still not finished with you yet!”
You stare back at me in a swamp of conflicting sensations, all driving you more and more wild. Your breathing is shuddering and perspiration is covering your nearly naked body.
“ I have one more command for you to obey.”
You look at me with pleading eyes wondering what else I could do to you right now. The hand not holding you bent forward by your leash starts to snake down your body. Heading to the strap between your spread and cuffed legs.
“Slave,” you nod, “I want you…”
My hand finds something down by your impaled pussy.
“not to…”
Suddenly my hand makes something click and the dildo vibrates in to life. You almost scream behind the gag. You feel an orgasm rising quick.
“CUM!” I bark to grab your attention.
“You understand me? You are not to climax until I allow it!”
Through your shudders and gasps you nod.
“Good, glad to see you understand.” And the hand suddenly pulls on the cinch buckle holding the strap between your legs. The small amount of slack vanishes. The vibrator and plug are pushed deeper inside you. You fight the rising climax inside you.
“Good girl.” And I gently release you back on the leash, as the lights turn green.
You hardly notice the scenery pass whilst you fight each wave of an orgasm inside if you. You try and not to take stock of your situation in case it pushes you over the edge and climax without permission right behind him. You’re only wearing high heels, stockings and a suspender belt. You’re gagged, wrists cuffed high behind your back and ankles cuffed to either side of the car. Your nipples are clamped and held to your collar that tugs on them every time you breathe out. A leash from the same collar leads forward to me to pull you over to me whenever I want. Between your legs a plug and vibrating dildo are held deep within you by a strap with is now mercilessly tight.
And you’ve been ordered not to cum.
Lights swirl and pass in a blur whilst you fight the growing need to release the orgasm inside of you. You eyes roll and you are totally immersed in your situation.
Suddenly you realise that the car has stopped. That we are in the dark underground of a basement car park somewhere. I have stopped the car and am leaning round to face you. You hope that the torment will end soon, that I allow you to cum, you’re not so sure how long you can keep this up and maybe the end of the journey signals that. I surely can’t take you like this to my apartment in a Muslim country.
“So, have you climaxed?” I casually ask.
No you wearily shake your head through fighting the waves trying to crash over you. I suddenly pull on your leash, bending you forward to me. Bringing your face right up to mine.
“Are you sure?!”
You gently nod and even though gagged you try and murmur, ‘yes master…’
“Good slave!” you wait for the words of release.
“Now, have you seen an Arbaya before?”
You shake your head trying to make sense of what is happening. I hold up a pile of black material.
“It’s what the locals use to cover their women. Even placing a thin veil over their eyes sometimes!”
Through the fog of smothering sensations and the relentless drive to stop yourself from having a now massive orgasm, you start to see what I have planned.
“I’m going to have you wear this as we head to my flat where the real fun will begin!”
You doubt that there will be anything left of you by the time you reach my pad. You see me pull out one last thing.
“Oh, and not to make it too easy – I shall blindfold you too!” And you world goes dark as it slips on.
Continuously fighting the looming orgasm, you feel me drape the loose, black material over you and arrange it in to place. Then I release your ankles and you gingerly bring them together as you prepare for the ordeal to my flat. Fighting the deep vibrations every step of the way, I slowly guide you out of the car to stand beside it. Then, you feel me tug your leash and lead you forward. You’re in public, covered with a thin layer of black material but other wise bound, blindfolded, naked and gagged with both a vibrator and a plug deep inside you and being led by a leash by your master. It takes an age to cross the car park. I tell you to step up and then you feel me hold a door open for you. The whole time you are fighting the orgasm and listening for anyone else. Anyone who may see you. They may not realise it but they would be looking at a bound, naked, helpless slave on the verge of the biggest orgasm of her life being led by her master in public to his den of devious delights.
You hear the sound of an elevator ping. You strain to hear if anyone comes out of it over the sound of your muffled moans. But nobody does. I lead you in, then we spin around. You hear the doors close in front of you. I’m directly behind you. I’m holding you hard against me by the back of your collar. Holding your body tightly upright and against me. You feel my taught trousers press against your thinly veiled butt as I press the floor button. As the lift starts up, you hear me say,
“Good little slave. You may come now.”
Instantly a muffled scream starts behind your gag. You legs buckle and your weight transfers to your collar which I hold you up with. Your body spasms causing more tugs on your nipples increasing the wave after wave of your orgasm. You mind swims as each wave of the climax causes you body to shudder. Through it you feel the lift slow. Somewhere deep inside you hope that my flat is close now.
“Quiet!” I whisper in an ear, “This is not my floor. Someone else has pressed the button!”
You instantly try and reign in the orgasm but it will not stop. You hear the floor level ping and then the doors slide open right in front of you as you fight to keep your body still. The orgasm is still rolling on. The vibrations are still deep inside you. You are still naked with a thin drape of material over you and your naked chest thrust forward. Another wave crashes over you and you’re glad I have a strong grip of your collar and am keeping you upright. You hold your breath as you hear me say,
“Sorry, going up.” In a calm voice.
“Ok.” Says a masculine voice directly and right in front of you.
Another wave and another wave crashes over you as you try to hold your breath. Having a full-blown orgasm right before a strange man with only a veil of black material covering the fact that you are a naughty little slave at her master’s mercy. Your feel fully naked before this faceless stranger, with your chest thrust out towards him, surely he must see that underneath the thin, black material your breasts are naked and your nipples are being clamped up to your collar? Surely he must hear the dildo vibrating hard inside you held in by only a strap? Maybe the plug deep inside your ass changed your posture in such a way that he can tell that it is there. You feel me holding on to you behind you. Leading you through this moment. You feel yourself surrender to my will. Another wave crashes over you and through your held breath and taught body, you allow it to flow through you as this strange man stands before you. The doors seem to stay open forever. You feel stars creeping in to your vision. Finally, a ‘ping’ and the doors close. You wait a moment and gasp heaving breaths through your nose and gagged mouth. The sudden return of oxygen causes another wave of the orgasm to pass over you. You hear,
“Well done, slave.” And then pass out.
Somewhere from a part of you that seems to be deep underwater looking up, you see me catch you. I tenderly lift you up in my arms and carry you out of the opening lift doors. Down a short corridor and I open a door into a flat. You see me lay you down gently on a bed and from far below, you hear me say,
“Warmed up yet?”
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