A Weeend Away

The girl was getting nervous. Her Master had promised a full long weekend of strict bondage, submission, punishment and erotic tortures. He had promised to push her harder than he ever had before, and to make several fantasies, his and hers, come true.

He had been making a lot of threats when discussing this trip, she didn't know how serious to take any of them. But they were leaving real life behind, checking into a hotel, for three full days of play and sex. He packed the toybags himself, wouldn't let her have any idea of what was being packed for the trip.

The car was loaded up, with toys and clothes (much more of the first than the second, she noticed ruefully). He was rather brusque when he told her to get into the car, and wouldn't converse al all once they started driving. It was Saturday morning, they were free of all responsibilities, and not due home until Monday night.

Rather than get right on the parkway, he pulled into a local industrial park. Factories, warehouses, offices, no residential property at all. And because it was Saturday, the entire area was pretty close to deserted. No traffic, mostly closed, empty buildings. He drove thru the winding roads as if he knew exactly where he was going, pulled into a parking lot, and drove straight to the back before parking the car. She noticed that she could not see the main road from here, nor any other building thru the trees lining the parking lot of the empty warehouse they were parked behind.

He opened his car door, and stepped out, saying his first words to her since they got in the car. "Get out, slut."

She stepped out of the car, slowly, and stood near the door. He opened the trunk, rummaged a bit, then approached her. "Now strip slut. I want everything off of you, except the heels." She looked at him in shock. "Surely he doesn't seriously want me to get naked here, in broad daylight." She thought to herself, her eyes growing large as she looked at him. She realized how wrong she was when he swung at her ass, hard. "I said strip. Do it, NOW slut."

She obeyed, unbuttoning her blouse, removing her bra, and removing her full, long skirt. There were no panties underneath, according to his rules for the weekend. Once she was nude, save the 4 inch black patent leather heels, he approached. Gently, he placed a blindfold over her eyes. He then kissed her, deeply, as his hands stroked her breasts, then pinched the nipples, hard enough to make her wince. Silently, he placed lined leather cuffs on her wrists, then he knelt to place similar cuffs on her ankles.

He went back to the trunk, rummaged a little more, then returned to the unseeing girl. "Spread your legs for me, slut." he ordered, then she felt the gentle but insistent pressure of a dildo being pushed into her pussy. The next sensation was a butt plug, not too big, but definitely big enough that she would not be able to forget it was in her ass. He followed these two intruders with a leather chastity belt, a piece going around her waist, and another going between her legs, to lock the intruders in place, and lock anything and everything else out.

She whimpered a bit as the padlocks snapped into place, looking around the lot nervously, after all she was still nude, standing out in public. "Master, please may I put some clothes on?" she asked.

"No slut. And who gave you permission to talk? From here on, for the duration of the weekend, you only speak with permission, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir. But...." she didn't get any farther with her thought, as he slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth. "Simple gag for now bitch, but you will get more later." he promised, as he pinched a nipple, hard. He produced a collar, buckling it around her neck, then used a simple snaplink to attach her wrists to it.

Then he brought out some ropes, and looped a long one around the back of her neck, bringing both ends down between her large breasts. He proceeded to bind her large tits firmly in a rope bra, very tight around the base of each breast, making them lift and swell, and almost immediately turn a little red. He then attached clothespins, one to each nipple, so that they stood straight out in front of her. He lowered her arms after that, admonishing her not to touch her tits, or the clothespins.

She was moaning now, still worried about being seen, but more preoccupied with what he was doing. He returned to the trunk, lifted out a duffle bad, and leaned in for a few moments. He then stood, and beckoned her toward him. She walked forward cautiously, peering into the trunk, to find it empty, and heavily lined with blankets. He spoke again. "Slut, you will be making the rest of the trip back here. I will drive slowly and carefully, you will be just fine. IF I find that you have interfered with your gag, clamps, or anything else, you will be severely punished. Is that understood?"

Eyes wide and fearful, she nodded her understanding. "Good," he said. "now, let's get you in here." He helped her to get into the trunk, laying on her side, knees bent, arms behind her. He produced more snaplinks, connecting her two ankles, then her wrists. He then took out yet another piece of rope, and brought her ankles up behind her, and attached them to her wrists, in a loose hogtie position. He then lowered a blindfold over her eyes. As a last touch, she felt him press something into her hand.

"This is a walkie talkie slave. I have the other unit in the front of the car with me. If it is an emergency situation, just press the button, three times in a row, quickly. This is only for an extreme emergency slave, as I will pull over and get you out of the trunk IMMEDIATELY, no matter where we are. So, be sure that the emergency you are alerting me to is dire enough to justify you getting out of the trunk, naked and bound, no matter how much traffic is around us."

With that, he stroked her body a moment more, then gently closed the trunk. She lay there, nude, bound, gagged, blindfolded, helpless and frightened of what he had planned for her next. She felt the car start up and begin moving, but there was no way for her to keep track of the different turns he was making. She could only hope that their destination was nearby.