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New StoryWe meet at a mall and get into my car and I start driving to our destination. You have no idea where we will end up. After a while you feel me squeeze your left nipple. Squeeze… pull. You cannot see because I have put a beautiful black silken blind fold over your eyes when you have arrived inside my car. You are my toy for the weekend. You will be at my mercy, not even knowing where it was we are headed. Riding next to me, to a destination unknown, my fingers gently arousing your left nipple to the point that it ached you had only the sound of my words echoing in your mind to think of. You wiggle in the seat as the arousal I give you through your left nipple cause your sex to engorge with blood, and the coffee you had the unlimited supply of all morning makes your bladder spasm with the need to relieve itself.The bumps in the road are starting to hurt. You ask if we could find a gas station. I inquire as to why and you shyly tell me you had way too much coffee throughout the morning, and had to go pee badly. I laugh softly, the idea of it amusing to me, though you don’t understand that one. All you know is you need to pee. Just a little later you feel me pull off the road, and we are driving down the bumpiest road you think you had ever been on. It is very uncomfortable. You feel me slow to a stop, and I open the door to get out. You hear me open trunk of my car, and you hear a metal clinking and soon I open your door and held my arm to guide you to stand on your feet beside the vehicle. I turn you and attach a pair of fleece lined cuffs to your wrists, then join them together over your head. You hear me clip another clip to them and release your hands. You feel the tug of the rope as you try to lower your hands. But you can’t because I have attached them to something. You shift your weight from foot to foot as you imagine how you look standing there on some roadside, somewhere with your hands tied to a something over your head. You feel me press my body to yours. You inhale sharply from the heat and feel of my nearness, the smell of me. How you love the feel of me against you, clothes or not. I brush your hair from your neck and whisper to you, “Never should there be shame in submission. If you are pleasing me you are doing nothing to be ashamed of… and you already please me more than you know… you are a good girl”. I kiss your neck just under your ear, which cause a shiver to race down your spine. Your head is swimming from my nearness already. I reach around your waist and gently let my hands rest on your tummy, before slowly moving them up to cup your breasts “Mmmmmmm yessssss” you moan, as you feel the cascade of arousal rippling through your body. Your nipples harden to tormented little pebbles of flesh in response to my touch, and your clit twitches to life causing you to momentarily forget the spasms in your bladder. “Mmmm I do love your breasts, they are so beautiful, so full. It pleases me that you wore no bra for the trip today my sweet”. I tug your blouse out of the waistband of your skirt and pull it up, exposing your breasts. You hear me moan as I pull your right tit to the side and suckle at its swollen nipple. You wither there güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri on your feet as I suck, tease and make your clit do its own torment little jig under your skirt. My lips feel so good, so right fastened to you like that, you moan softly. All too soon my lips release your nipple and I kiss my way back to your neck, both your breasts now being kneaded in my big powerful hands. My breath is coming faster, but finally I speak to you.”I fear if I left your breasts exposed they would only serve to distract me from the task at hand. I am reluctant, but we must keep them covered for now”. I growl low and deep as I give both your nipples a sharp prolonged pinch before letting go. You are left to try and catch your breath as I tugged your blouse down knotting it above your waist. Once again I speak to you, my voice now soft and deep. “Why did you a wear pantyhose today?” I ask you. I had told you to dress comfortably for the ride, and you did. Just as you open your mouth to tell me you feel me slip a gag between your lips. A soft, big bulky ball gag. “I do not care to hear any excuses from you my pet. You know how I adore playing with your pussy, and with your choice of attire you took the ease of doing that while I was driving away from me didn’t you?” You groan in answer. “Would you like to know where we are my precious slut?” You nod your head and make some garbled noise through the gag. I roughly begin jerking your pantyhose down over your hips. “We are off on a deserted dirt road just off the freeway… trees surround us here… no one around to hear you… for miles. And, I cant help but wonder why you wore these panties. These panties have been in my way all morning and now they got go!! All that I could fondle as I drove has been your nipple! What if I had wanted to get to that sweet pussy of yours? I couldn’t could I? Because you didn’t think of me or what MY needs were when you dressed for our trip this morning, did you? All that concerned you was looking good. You wanted to show off that full ass of yours didn’t you? You wanted to tease me with what I couldn’t have but make sure I could see it in its rich detail… didn’t you? The slut in you dressed this morning… not the sweet submissive woman who craves to please… didn’t she??!” You had never thought of all that. Finally, I have your pantyhose down around your ankles and you feel my hands, My big soft beautiful controlling hands grab both of your ass cheeks and squeeze them. You love the way it feels I knead for only a moment, and then started slapping your ass cheeks, one by one, every time you move I slap harder. “You are never to wear pantyhose of any kind around me. No panties, no long pants…. your legs and pussy are to always be easily accessible to me… on this I will tolerate no failure. It is a must, a requirement in your service to me, should I determine you worthy of keeping… do you under stand me?” You nod your head. Yes, you understood.I stop slapping your ass, and you hear me open the trunk of the car, and return to where you stand tied to something probably a tree with your pantyhose still around your ankles. I set something perabet güvenilir mi between your legs, and tell you to squat. You do, and you feel the cold edges of the metal bucket press against you. “Pee for me… now”. My voice is hard and cold. Suddenly, you just want to cry. You squat there just as you are told to do; your bladder spasms with its need to be relieved, but you just can’t make the flow start. You feel me gather your hair in my hand as I stand over you combing it gently, then I bend down and kiss your ear. “No shame in submission… you are a good girl… Show me how badly you need my special kind of care sweet girl… and pee for me”. Gently I kiss your neck and stand back, and waiting, and waiting.You just can’t do it. I can’t make it go. It is not that the need is not there, but the stage fright is great than the need to relieve yourself. You feel a little panic boil in your tummy, and you strain, and push, try to force it. You grunt into the gag and push causing one long anguished sound to come from you as you try to force the urine to flow, I can’t fail. The very idea of it panics you. Finally, you feel it; you hold your breath and concentrate. As I stand over you holding your hair, only the sound of my breath, and cars racing down some road far off in the distance can be heard, you hear the light trickle as it hits the bucket magnified by the tin and the silence 100 times or better. You groan as the sound stops. I can’t make it start again. I squat down behind you after I loosen the rope a little so that the circulation could return to your hands still bound over your head to the tree and move the bucket. I reach around in front of you and begin to gently massage your clit, bringing it to life. You press your bare ass back shamelessly into my groin, which support your position from behind, cradling you perfectly as you squat there. I kiss your ear and whisper “You are a good girl… mmmm so good, so sexy. Pee for your Master”. The feel of my fingers on your little button makes you move against me. How beautiful it feels. Slowly, you relax, and you began to pee. The bucket gone, no sound to distract you, you feel your bladder slowly empty with a flow uninterrupted. I praise you. And I continue to tell you what a good girl you are and how pleased I am of you. You whimper through the gag. You feel so many things inside you. My fingers continue to dance upon your clit. Your body begins to rock. Your hands held securely over your head and out of the way let their fingers flex and reaching they wrap around the rope that holds them there, holding on, holding tight. Slowly, I drew release from you. Your head falls back to rest upon my shoulder as the white-hot wash of passion ripples through you. The agonizing moans of pleasure are muffled to a soft sound by my gag between your lips, your body spasms twitching sharply against me. It feels so good, to be so nasty there in the open. The wind you can feel caressing your wet pussy, you need this man behind you. How you need me. I kiss your neck softly, and wrap my arms around your waist from behind and just hold you against me tenderly. Finally, I instruct you to stand. tipobet I keep my arms around you to steady you on your feet. “Stay here and settle your head my sweet girl… I will be right back”. Again, you hear me rustle through the things I have in my trunk, and then you hear the sound of plastic, a tarp maybe?I come back to you and reach out to caress your arms. Gently, I run both my hands all the way up to where your hands still had a death grip on the rope. I continue to caress you as I speak “It is important for you to understand that your chosen attire for the day has displeased me greatly my sweet slut. Yes, I didn’t tell you before because indeed, I enjoyed the sight of your sweet ass in those tight pantyhose but that doesn’t mean I intend for you to ever wear pantyhose ever again without first receiving explicit instruction from me to do so, and this lesson you will learn well”. Then, you feel the rush of my warm fluid pouring over your body, and you smell the unmistakable smell of urine. You begin to thrash on the end of my line. Your body turns clumsily as you spin around to face me only to feel the flow of my urine run down your belly then to your pussy. You scream through the gag and begin to cry. You turn yet again. You feel my urine racing down the crack of your ass. Any way you turn you are unable to get away from it. Your struggle is so frantic; you stumble and lose your balance, toppling over till the rope holding your hands catch your body. Hobbled by the pantyhose still around your ankles you have a hard time regaining your footing. So you hang there, until finally I am done emptying myself onto you. I reach out to guide you back to your feet where you then turn my back to me, lean against the tree cry, you feel so ashamed. Without a word you feel me pulling the wet pantyhose up your legs tugging them into place harshly. You had been hobbled by them the entire time; they had laid just under you and been wet with the flow of you piss, and mine. I must have seen the tears flow from beneath the black silken blindfold for you feel my fingers gently brush them away. Then I tenderly kiss your lips and whisper “No shame in submission. No secrets… No walls… let me see all of you little one… for that is when the real journey begins”.I take you without hesitation into my arms and hold you there fully against me as I say to you. “You are a very good girl… but even good girls must learn hard lessons sometimes. Consider this the beginning of your training for service to me and be proud, always be proud. Even in humiliation feel pride that your humiliated soul pleases me. Just like now, you standing here, tied with your beautiful breasts covered so as not to distract me from the job I knew I must perform so that you might learn the ways of my pleasure. Clad in forbidden jeans, wet from the waist down with the mingling of our fluids. The smell of you, that of a toilet, you will learn my sweet baby, and you will please me”.I gently uncuff your hands and without drying you off first, pick you up and carry you to the passenger side of the car where I gently lay you in the reclining seat covered with a plastic tarp. Slowly, you feel me tie a rope around you from your shoulders to you ankles. In only a few minutes I have fashioned you in a safe little cocoon where you would make the rest of the trip, to our destination unknown to you, gagged with my gag, and smelling of my piss, learning the lessons of the really good girls.

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