The Road Trip [FM] [long]

I apologize right away, this story is long. It is based entirely on true events though, and is just one part of a wild 2 days. Feel free to comment any suggestions or requests for part 2 :)

We had been planning this trip for months, I was finally off work and walking to meet him at the restaurant. I was tingling with nervous anticipation as the realisation of just what I was about to do washed over me again. I didn’t even know what he looked like. Only the sound of his voice and the countless details of his darkest desires that he had shared with me. I inhaled a shaky breath on my stress cigarette. Things in my world weren’t going so great, but the thought of escaping reality with W for a little while made me relax ever so slightly. I had a million thoughts rushing around my head which is probably how I arrived outside of the restaurant, looking up at the window almost as I walked by. That’s when I saw him.

Of course I couldn’t tell for sure it was him, I had nothing to go on after all and the restaurant was filling up with the dinner rush, but when I looked up and locked eyes with his steely gaze, I just knew it was him. I froze realizing my cigarette was still in hand, shit I was hoping to hide that dirty habit. I quickly put it out and hurried inside. The hostess was busy serving another table, so I made my way straight to his table, my most confident smile in place. W was handsome. That’s the first thing I thought when I recovered from the initial shock of his icy grey eyes. He looks to be in his late 30s, full head of dark hair, professionally slicked back. He wore a white collared shirt under a navy blazer with dark blue jeans and loafers. Business casual sexy. He motioned for me to sit and smiled as I got myself settled. I told him it was so nice to finally meet him, to put a face to the voice and all the conversation. W smiled again, agreeing and adding, “though I have to admit it’s a little odd. I feel like I already know you. I’ve been so looking forward to this. I can’t believe I’m finally here, You’re finally here.”

W had had a busy day prior to my arrival. He had flown into the city that morning and gone straight to meet with clients. Having finished those, he wandered around town looking for a pharmacy and a sex store. W had a shopping list he needed to check off. Next stop was the UPS store. W being the clever man he is had his electric drill and some other tools and toys shipped from his home. With his list almost complete (there was still one more stop to be made) he made his way to the restaurant. Enjoying a beer while I finished my day at work.

Which lead me to that moment. Watching him grip his beer and bring it to his lips, I couldn’t help but picture that same grip on my throat and those lips on my neck. I think he noticed my flush because suddenly he started steering the conversation to naughtier subjects. He asked me again about my bdsm experience level, my pain threshold and how I was feeling about what we had planned. I shifted in my seat as the waitress came over to take our orders, completely unaware of the conversation she was interrupting. I hadn’t had a chance to even look at the menu but I was eager to have her leave and I wanted to hurry this whole dinner along. We had a schedule to keep.

Our orders placed, the waitress left us once again. W looked at me expectantly. I began to explain how I was introduced to bdsm, my first dominant partner and how I had branched out since then. He was impressed with the details I shared and how I was able to articulate what I enjoyed about each experience. I reminded him that my pain threshold is surprisingly high. Citing the praise of Mistress Kendal, a dom who had been in the business over 40 years and who had taken a shining to me several months ago. Giggling and leaning forward as not to be overheard I added, “as for our plans, I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been looking at those pictures you sent me. I can’t wait to be one of those girls. Hanging there so vulnerable, struggling with every movement…” Neither of us was breathing at the moment, caught up in the fantasy that was about to become reality. I think I read his mind when I looked up and said, “you know I really wouldn’t mind eating in the car if you want to get going.”

“Are you sure? I hate to rush this but Google maps says we have a 4 hour drive and we still have that other stop to make… Would you mind if we took the food to go?”

I sort of laughed at him as I reassured him I was fine with the change of plans. I knew he felt bad rushing our first proper introduction but my practically won out. It was a long drive and we would be doing in the dark, with the risk of weather slowing us down. W got up to ask our server to package our food up to go. She was just about to bring it out to us so we were out the door and walking across the street to his rental SUV within minutes. He drove me back to work where we loaded my things from my car into his and picked up my dog. We were finally on our way out of the city.

The conversation as we drove down the highway was surprisingly easy. We already had a certain familiarity and report with one another. It was nice. Any nervousness or anxiety I had before was now replaced with excitement. “Welcome to Abbotsford” the sign read along the highway. I looked over at W who was smirking to himself. I knew he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and we were about to kick it up a few notches.

W pulled off the highway and into the home depot parking lot. We walked inside, me trailing slightly behind W, following his lead, watching his every move. He was going through his mental check list of everything we needed. I followed him down each aisle and dutifully held a shopping basket as he tossed his necessary tools in. Each time he added something to the basket he would watch my expression, trying to gauge what was going through my mind. As we walked up and down the aisles of home depot, he would whisper softly what role each piece would play. “Brackets to create your cross” “deck screws to keep the base secure” “duct tape to keep You secure” I was a hot mess of arousal before we made it to the lumber aisle. There he scanned the aisle in search of fence posts. Cedar. Not too heavy, but solid enough to support my weight. He scanned the aisles to ensure we were alone then told me to carry one of the posts to the cart across my shoulders. The feeling of the wood against my shoulders sent a thrill through me. I couldn’t wait to experience being properly tied to it.

Next some boards to create a base, or so W explained as he piled 4 more boards on a cart. In retrospect we must have looked pretty out of place. Him being an older guy in his business casual next to me, a young, tall and slender twenty something in skinny jeans and a wool sweater. We didn’t look out of place next to each other, but we certainly looked out of place for the local Home Depot at 8pm on a Tuesday night.

Maybe that’s why the only store associate still on duty took a keen interest in our “building project”. “Fuck”, I thought, “W isn’t going to like this.” Sure enough when i looked up at him, I could see the strain around his temples, thinly veiling his frustration. The store employee was not as perceptive unfortunately. He kept rattling off guesses of what we were building. “Let me guess!! Hmmm….. repairing a fence? Building a bed frame? No! A table?!” Watching the frustration mount on W’s face with each of this foolish man’s guesses was enough to make me want to laugh out loud. I caught W’s eye who now noticed I was barely containing my laughter. He handed me the car keys and said, “maybe you should take Lucky for a quick walk. I’ll meet you at the car in a few minutes.”

Grateful for the escape, I silently took the keys from him. Careful to brush my fingers against his hand, the first real time we had touched. I think he could feel the jolt of electricity as much as I could, because rather than letting my hand slip away, he wrapped his own firmly around my wrist and squeezed for a moment before releasing me. Just a prelude of how he would exercise his control over me, how he already was in so many ways.

After loading up the SUV with all our supplies, we hit the highway again. It would be late by the time we made it to Kelowna, but W didn’t have any meetings until the following afternoon. We had all evening and the following morning to play. W had all sorts of plans for me and I couldn’t wait.

As we drove along, W handed me his phone and pulled up some bdsm erotica stories for me to read. As my eyes began scanning the screen he calmly said, “read them out loud”. After reading a couple of short stories and making a stop for gas, W reached over and began running his hand up the inside of my shirt. Instantly it seemed he was teasing my nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Suddenly he withdrew his hand, “take off your clothes. You may keep your panties on. And put those new stockings I got for you on too.”

I began stripping out of my clothes without hesitation even though I was sitting in the front seat of an SUV driving down a major highway. I was now almost naked sitting in the front seat. Topless with only my panties and thigh high stockings on. W turned up the heat in the car, bless him. Or maybe not. Before he adjusted the heat, my nipples had been fully erect in the chilly car, something that didn’t go unnoticed by either of us. He waited until I was warm and comfortable again before handing me a pair of rather severe nipple clamps. I understood his game now. He wanted to watch and I was going to make a meal of it. I slowly started pinching and twisting my nipples. Making them pucker as I slowly attached the clamps. Letting out a moan with each. There was a heavy chain connecting the clamps, W reached over and quickly tugged on it. Making my nipples sear with pain, but I suppressed it, only letting a soft sigh escape my lips. W watched with pride, “you weren’t kidding, You’re tough. We are going to have so much fun together.”

W then told me to look up a very long and detailed fetish erotica story on my phone and read it to him. I began reading and was getting into this story more than I was expecting to. So much so I was no longer noticing when we passed trucks along the highway, their headlights fully illuminating my topless form in the front seat, now adorned in nipple clamps. Seeing how bold I was becoming, W told me to turn and face him, to put my feet on his lap as he drove. I continued reading looking up to see W pull something from his coat pocket. He told me to keep reading and not stop unless he said to. Next thing I realize, W is pushing his fingers inside my wet pussy, swirling them around to see just how ready I am. Just as I was getting into the rhythm he was setting, W withdrew his fingers and replaced them with a vibrator. It wasn’t turned on but it’s weight had me buzzing with anticipation.

When I regained my original composure and returned my attention to the task at hand, reading W this story, he began his assault. This vibrator was app controlled, and W happened to have his phone out as he drove along. With my attention fully engaged in the story, W began testing the different settings. A low vibrate to start, a little faster now, faster again. My breath is catching, I can feel an orgasm building… Suddenly the delicious feeling stops, I’m left wanting. I begun reading again with more gusto this time, the vibrator starts up again, this time an alternating pattern of vibration, it feels nice. I can feel W’s cock getting harder through his jeans. I rub my stocking foot against his zipper and the vibration pace increases. I love this game.

For 3 hours we drove through the night like that. Me reading and trying to keep my composure as W  played with vibrator in my pussy and the clamps on my nipples. Every time I came close to coming, he would stop and pull me back from the edge. By the time we arrived in Kelowna it was very late and I was exhausted from being kept on my toes sexually for so long. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed with W and fall asleep in his arms. I knew I would need my rest and strength for what laid ahead the next day. But when we pulled into our airbnb, I quickly learned W had other plans than letting me sleep that night. Oh yes, the road trip was just the beginning of a crazy midweek getaway.. and a lot more fun to be had with W.

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