PART ONE: THE CAR RIDE
So; it starts simple. I've connected with someone online, maybe on here, we've spoken about what gets us off over the past few months, shared some jokes and stories and of course, a lot of smut. Turns out our kinks align! Now this is fantasy so there's no question that he isn't an axe murderer so I arrange to go and see him over a weekend. My friends think I'm visiting a penpal, no one knows what I'm leaving to do.
I pack a bag, not much in it, in this fantasy he'll have everything I want at his house. I shove a few comfortable changes of clothes in, a sexy dress - spaghetti straps and slinky. Think 90s sitcom dress, simple. Three pairs of bras, one comfortable and cheap - to be cut up if he desires, one sexy, laced edges and partially see through (matching panties included, of course), and one to go with my comfortable clothes. For the journey I'm wearing a simple black loose tee and some well worn jeans; a basic bra with slight hints of sexiness (scalloped edges and silky. Underwired. Matching panties.)
We've spoken about what each of us want from the weekend and have agreed on a safeword and on what neither of us have any interest in doing. He comes to pick me up from the station, the last train of the evening, of course - we hug and laugh as he helps me put my bags in the trunk. I climb in the front seat. As I settle in his hand comes to rest on my thigh and looking me in the eye he asks if I'm ready. I am, my panties were already wet from nerves and excitement and the gentle rocking of the train. He smiles and it's set; from now til Sunday night (or until either of us safeword) I'm his sub.
He strokes my thigh, pressing hard with the outer edge of this thumb and asks if I'm wearing a bra. I answer that I am. He checks quickly to see if there are any stragglers in the parking lot and when he sees it's clear he reaches under my top and lightly pinches my nipples, pulling it over the edge of my bra. He hums;
''I can't decide if I want your tits pulled up and your bra cup resting under them or if I want your bra pulled up over them entirely.''
''Why not both?'' I laugh, jokingly and still quite shy. He smiles and removes his hand from my nipple, placing the bra cup back over it before rubbing circles over the silk fabric. Suddenly he grabs at the underwired section and pull it up, over my tit so that it rests on the meat of my breast, cutting down into the fat and making my nipple and underboob bulge. He turns his attention to the other tit now, quickly removing his hand and tells me to open my mouth; as soon as I do he shoves two fingers inside, pressing on my tongue and massaging it. My eyes water and I begin to drool slightly even though his fingers aren't far back. He removes them and rubs against the fabric of the bra, using his wettened, cold nails to lightly scratch the fabric back and forth before reaching it and grabbing breast, pulling it up over the edge of the cup so it sags over the underwire. Having one side pulled high and the other low is uncomfortable and seeing the misshapen state of the bra and my boobs I feel myself get wetter. He smiles to himself and replaces my top over it, though you can easily tell what's happened to my bra through the churned up fabric.
''It's a 30 minute drive,'' he tells me; ''for the duration of the trip your legs will remain spread, your trouser button and zipper undone, feet flat on the floor with your pelvis tilted slightly upwards.'' He leans over me as I scramble to undo my trousers and pulls down the sunscreen, flipping open the mirrors lid and angling it so I have a clear view of my torso and crotch. He then reaches into the satchel in the back seat, pulling out a small cordless egg vibe. He holds it to my face and nervously I lick it, it's the right thing to do and he looks faintly pleased. He rubs it over my top, round the rucked up fabric lying underneath. The remote in his other hand slides out of view. Eventually he reaches the top of my trousers and pushes it past the open button and zipper to rest just under my clit. It's not as tight as he'd like, evidently, as he pulls my zipper up.
''Right, the use of the vibrator is at my discretion, you won't ask me to turn it on or off though the stop light system is ever at your disposal. I will listen.'' He reassures me. ''I'll be giving you commands throughout the drive and expect prompt obedience. Is that understood?''
''Yes, of course.'' I smile at him before becoming flustered, ''I mean, yes, Sir. Sorry!'' I laugh a little.
''Good slut.''
So; it starts simple. I've connected with someone online, maybe on here, we've spoken about what gets us off over the past few months, shared some jokes and stories and of course, a lot of smut. Turns out our kinks align! Now this is fantasy so there's no question that he isn't an axe murderer so I arrange to go and see him over a weekend. My friends think I'm visiting a penpal, no one knows what I'm leaving to do.
I pack a bag, not much in it, in this fantasy he'll have everything I want at his house. I shove a few comfortable changes of clothes in, a sexy dress - spaghetti straps and slinky. Think 90s sitcom dress, simple. Three pairs of bras, one comfortable and cheap - to be cut up if he desires, one sexy, laced edges and partially see through (matching panties included, of course), and one to go with my comfortable clothes. For the journey I'm wearing a simple black loose tee and some well worn jeans; a basic bra with slight hints of sexiness (scalloped edges and silky. Underwired. Matching panties.)
We've spoken about what each of us want from the weekend and have agreed on a safeword and on what neither of us have any interest in doing. He comes to pick me up from the station, the last train of the evening, of course - we hug and laugh as he helps me put my bags in the trunk. I climb in the front seat. As I settle in his hand comes to rest on my thigh and looking me in the eye he asks if I'm ready. I am, my panties were already wet from nerves and excitement and the gentle rocking of the train. He smiles and it's set; from now til Sunday night (or until either of us safeword) I'm his sub.
He strokes my thigh, pressing hard with the outer edge of this thumb and asks if I'm wearing a bra. I answer that I am. He checks quickly to see if there are any stragglers in the parking lot and when he sees it's clear he reaches under my top and lightly pinches my nipples, pulling it over the edge of my bra. He hums;
''I can't decide if I want your tits pulled up and your bra cup resting under them or if I want your bra pulled up over them entirely.''
''Why not both?'' I laugh, jokingly and still quite shy. He smiles and removes his hand from my nipple, placing the bra cup back over it before rubbing circles over the silk fabric. Suddenly he grabs at the underwired section and pull it up, over my tit so that it rests on the meat of my breast, cutting down into the fat and making my nipple and underboob bulge. He turns his attention to the other tit now, quickly removing his hand and tells me to open my mouth; as soon as I do he shoves two fingers inside, pressing on my tongue and massaging it. My eyes water and I begin to drool slightly even though his fingers aren't far back. He removes them and rubs against the fabric of the bra, using his wettened, cold nails to lightly scratch the fabric back and forth before reaching it and grabbing breast, pulling it up over the edge of the cup so it sags over the underwire. Having one side pulled high and the other low is uncomfortable and seeing the misshapen state of the bra and my boobs I feel myself get wetter. He smiles to himself and replaces my top over it, though you can easily tell what's happened to my bra through the churned up fabric.
''It's a 30 minute drive,'' he tells me; ''for the duration of the trip your legs will remain spread, your trouser button and zipper undone, feet flat on the floor with your pelvis tilted slightly upwards.'' He leans over me as I scramble to undo my trousers and pulls down the sunscreen, flipping open the mirrors lid and angling it so I have a clear view of my torso and crotch. He then reaches into the satchel in the back seat, pulling out a small cordless egg vibe. He holds it to my face and nervously I lick it, it's the right thing to do and he looks faintly pleased. He rubs it over my top, round the rucked up fabric lying underneath. The remote in his other hand slides out of view. Eventually he reaches the top of my trousers and pushes it past the open button and zipper to rest just under my clit. It's not as tight as he'd like, evidently, as he pulls my zipper up.
''Right, the use of the vibrator is at my discretion, you won't ask me to turn it on or off though the stop light system is ever at your disposal. I will listen.'' He reassures me. ''I'll be giving you commands throughout the drive and expect prompt obedience. Is that understood?''
''Yes, of course.'' I smile at him before becoming flustered, ''I mean, yes, Sir. Sorry!'' I laugh a little.
''Good slut.''
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