Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t70unq/its_starting_to_become_a_regular_occurrence_now/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t70unq/its_starting_to_become_a_regular_occurrence_now/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
I don’t think I will regret it. I’ve fired you up so much I know it’s just going to make the next few hours of my life fucking awesome. The tension in my shoulders have dispersed, the thoughts and stresses of my oh-so-ordinary life have gone. I feel light. Letting out sigh I melt into the car seat, a willing passenger happy to go wherever my captor wants to take me.
You see it in me. You feel it. Reaching below my legs you release the seat to be completely reclined, my body flat, rope straining, pressure building. Then your touch, tender finger tips caressing the contours of my long, smooth legs, making their way up to knee, thigh, stopping just before you reach my bikini line.
Then, out of nowhere, my favourite accessory makes an appearance – the blindfold. Too conveniently accessible for it not to be part of your plan. We’re back on track. Gently lifting my head you secure the band behind my now ruffled hair. Like an automatic switch, removing that light, removing my sight, I start to feel everything so, so much more. Skin now on high alert. Your index finger now brushing my cheek, lips, my head nuzzles into your touch. It’s took a while for me to feel this comfortable with you, for me to be bond and blindfolded, totally under your control. It’s been worth the dedicated time and effort we’ve put into this Dom/sub alliance.
Then we take off, en route to your next destination. Each bump on the road, change of gears, heightens my sensations. Unable to see or know where we are I think to myself, are we passing a truck… a bus? Can anyone see me like this, in this vulnerable state? What if we get pulled over my the police? The idea excites me so much, my already wet pussy is starting to feel even juicer. My body must be visibly reacting, you slip your hand in below my coat. With shocked expression, you shout “Fuck!! You’re so wet!”. I instantly reply “I don’t know why you’re so surprised… I’m always fucking wet when I’m with you!” Then your hand raises, landing forcefully on my clit. I release a little squeal followed by a giggle. “I didn’t say you could talk.” I want to say sorry Sir, please forgive me Sir. But my voice leaves me, all my focus is on the lingering impact your hand has against my pussy.
Time passes. My mind a flurry with ideas. The car starts to slow down, I hear gravel below the tyres. You stop the car, get out and leave me there. Only for a minute or two, but long enough for my adrenaline levels to rise. The car door opens, you release the ropes around my ankles, wrists stay bond and remove my blindfold. The light shocks me, for a second I feel disorientated. I should be focussing on my surroundings, taking in my environment, but I don’t. I just want to look at you, read you, see how aroused you are. Features deep, dark with the slightest glimmer of playfulness. You’re beyond excited, proud with yourself for you plan.
I sneak a look around, we’re in a forest, high up the mountains, a small cabin situated just behind you, I can hear running water in the distance. I’m tempted to praise you, for our first time playing away from the comfortable of the city, you really have brought your A game – but I daren’t dare say a word. I’ve seen enough, you walk behind and refasten the blind fold. Lifting my hair from my neck, you lean into my ear and say “Today, tonight, this weekend, you’re all mine. No one is close by, you can moan, scream, yell as loud, and as much as you like. No one will hear”, then you kiss my neck, so tenderly. “I am going to devour every inch of you, make you feel things you have never felt, over and over again. But first, punishment.” My heart skips a beat.
Hands tightly grasped around my waist you start to lead me forward… not towards the cottage though, I can tell that much. I keep stumbling but you steady me each time, I like your strength, I want to keep doing it, just so I can feel you handling me. Before I can, you stop us, hand on loose end of rope you twirl me around. Undoing the rope on my wrists you free the last few buttons on my coat, letting it slip to the ground. I can hear you taking a step back, I can feel your eyes burning into my flesh, taking in every contour of my semi naked body. I get this overwhelming fear, I’m self conscious, I want so much to please you, I am desperately hoping you’re liking what you are seeing. With the crackling of the twigs below your boots I hear you coming closer again, breath now on my skin, leaning in you say “You look so fucking sexy”. Then I feel the tip of your rock hard member brush my thigh, that skin to skin contact sending my knees into a shiver, causing you to catch me once again.“Hands out in front” a gentle, firm order. The ropes are retied in a calmer, more precise way than before. You are more in control now, of yourself, of me. As each section weaves around I feel myself swaying with the motion, I’m getting into that sub headspace, that mediative state. Once secure you tell me to put my hands above my head, arms straight. Then the swish of the rope being thrown up even higher, above my head. A branch used as leverage to straighten and tense my body into your ideal position, teasingly pulling to have me on my toes. For a few seconds you go so quiet, I can barely hear you breathing.
Then, the familiar sound of whistling, the whip as it starts to build up velocity. This is what you were doing in those few minutes when we arrived, you were setting up your station. You’re moving around my body, tempo of your toy growing. Do you know where you’re going to strike first? Or are you exploring me? Assessing the best location? Closer to my skin, I struggle to tell if the leather tassels are actually touching me or if its just the whirl of the wind it is radiating. It’s warm, fuzzy, tingling, skin is alive with goosebumps. You work your way up my thighs, buttocks, back, around my torso to my tummy. Then impact… sweet, bitter, burning, sharpness across my breasts, nipples on fire. I let out a whimper. You do it again, and again, with each manoeuvre I whimper louder, eventually forming into one long pleasurable moan, cry.
My body hanging in a state of pure desperation. I want to beg, I want to ask you to stop, I want to ask you to go harder, I want to ask you to fuck me, FUCK ME HARD. My mind, my body, spinning. Then, like a sinking quiver, my body bursts into a frenzy. I no longer want anything. You have given me everything I need – punishment, pain, pleasure, release. We stay there, suspended in time. Literally, suspended.
I can feel my juices running down inside of my leg, whip lowered you approach me. I jolt at the touch of your fingers, they trace up the path of my dripping arousal to my pulsating slit. You lift your hand and place your fingertips on the rim of my lips, slowly sliding them in, you say “Taste how good that felt”. Sweet, warm, delicious.
Holding my waist, my body tight to yours, you lower the rope from the branch. My hands no longer elevated, I fall into you. You remove my blindfold, the darkness that was in your eyes is gone, replaced with a satisfied, proud glint. I can imagine how my eyes must look to you, big, bright, awake, transformed. Cupping my face in your powerful hands you pull me closer and delicately kiss me.
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