A huge rubber ball gag lodges behind my teeth and my brain goes pleasantly static. A soft moan escapes the sides of it. "That's very sweet, babygirl, but I own this mouth and I don't need to hear it say anything else right now." His fingers deftly buckle the gag closed behind my head and I feel a padlock slip through the closure. The click as it closes should scare me, but I just feel secure and safe. "I'm gonna make some more adjustments to my property before we get on the road. Something for my nipples first. I know you need a little stimulation to keep you occupied. And as much as I love to give you pleasure..."
A yelp escapes the gag as harsh clamps bite down on his nipples, right then left. I watch the delight grow in his eyes as he plays with the chain running between them and my body reacts accordingly, writhing and swaying and making his tits bounce in place. They aren't small by any evaluation, peaking well above my soft tummy, and any movement from them quickly crosses into obscenity. "These are some of my favorite things I own," he marvels as his other hand gropes me. "Absolutely perfect. And all mine to squeeze and fuck and beat and lick and suck and bite..." A garbled groan escapes me. "I'm gonna absolutely cover these in bruises and welts and bite marks. But all that's for later, I gots to get you home first."
He's between my legs again and playing with the plug. After stretching me open yet again, he finally pulls it loose and I sigh with relief, having been stuffed full for the last twelve hours, most of which was spent squirming in my seat in the Uber, at the airport, and on the plane. To my dismay, he quickly replaces it with another, even bigger plug, and I let out a guttural groan when the thickest part slides in. "You did a good job training this little asshole for me, sweet girl, but you'll thank me for getting you better prepared when my thick cock is stretching it open in a few hours." I squirm at the thought, and because I can feel his breath on his cunt. "And this," he breathes. "I remember how this threatens to snap my cock in two. Look how tight and pretty that is. I know we have to get going, but I just have to."
My eyes fly wide open as his tongue runs the length of his soaked slit. His groan of pleasure at my sweet taste puts me right on the edge already and I start wiggling my hands aggressively in their prison to get his attention. "My little cunt thinks it wants to cum already? We definitely can't have that," he teases. "I do want to keep it nice and desperate, though. I have just the thing." A vibrator slides into his cunt and rumbles to life on what must be the lowest setting. I have to clench and grind around it to inch in the direction of the edge and tiny grunts of frustration begin to spill from me. "Do you even hear how pathetic you sound right now, sweet girl? Can you even comprehend it, or is that brain leaking out of my cunt already? It's music to my ears, that's for sure. Such pretty noises. I won't even need the radio on the way home."
The wonder on his face is breathtaking, and I squirm under his adoring gaze, partly from being observed and partly from the humiliation, no matter how lovingly delivered. "Couple more things before I get you comfy here. I know this is a lot, but we have a really long drive, and I want you to be safe and secure and not at all bored. Little pinch." I yelp despite the warning as another clamp bites down on his clit, my eyes going wide. I watch over the crest of his tits as he clips the chain attached to the clamp to the chain running between his nipples, and nearly scream as he gives the whole contraption a little yank. "I hope it's not a bumpy ride, slut. That might hurt. Guess we'll see!"
He reaches into the backpack on the floor and produces a matching set of ankle cuffs to finish securing me into a bundle on his backseat. The finishing touch is a neoprene hood, and it dawns on me why he ordered my hair to be arranged into neat braids. The only opening is where my gagged mouth peeks through, drool hanging from my bottom lip already. I squirm, testing my restraints. The baseline need for self-preservation is firing alarm bells at the idea that I'm naked, bound, gagged and blinded in the back of a man's car who I've met in person only twice. On the other hand, I've already been owned by my Master for two years, and I know this is where I'm meant to be, even if it's scary. I trust him implicitly.
"Still just as pretty for me with that face covered up, don't worry." I feel Daddy's hand caress my covered cheek, and then a barely-softened smack. I jolt, and a startled noise interrupts the symphony of my pain and pleasure. "Listen up, sweets. This is a big change. I know you want nothing more than to be good for me but sometimes your anxiety gets the better of you. You don't know what to do with that big brain of yours. So you're not going to start with a lot of freedoms, okay? You're going to be bound and gagged a lot, pretty helpless, and you're gonna need me a lot. It might seem a little scary. But you just have to remember to be good and do what I say, just the way you've been doing for two whole years. Nothing's changed, so nothing should change in your behavior with me. I need you to stay my good, respectful, obedient whore. There will be a learning curve, but I want to give you all the freedoms I know you want, so there'll be punishments, sometimes for things that seem little. But it's going to make you better for me. It's going to help break you in as fast as possible."
The phrase 'break me in' is bouncing around in my head by the time I realize that I've been rotated back onto my side, and am now being braced against the backrest and secured with all three seatbelts. Daddy pats his tit like it's a trunk door he's just loaded up, and I hear him move into the driver's seat.
"I have to go back to work in eight weeks. That's when I'd like you fully trained by, in an ideal world." The car starts moving, and the knowledge that I have no idea where I'm being taken or how we are getting there both scares me to my core and quiets my brain. No use fretting over it, really. Even if I wanted to escape at a red light, I'm too tightly bound, not to mention blind. Daddy's voice continues. "When you're fully trained you'll find you have quite a few freedoms, like those clothes we just talked about. Right now those are still my clothes. Clothes are a privilege you haven't earned yet. And if you never do, I'll still keep you forever, but you certainly can't leave the house. I dream of the day I can send you to the grocery store while I'm at work, parade you around in front of my family and friends, even marry you eventually. You'll have a car and a life, maybe some friends, hobbies. You'll be my wife, you'll have my babies. I want to breed that cunt of mine over and over again." I'm grinding hard around the vibrator, despite the tugging it creates on his clit and nipples.
"But there's a million little freedoms you need to earn back first. You can't exactly go to the grocery store naked. I need you to focus really hard on not letting that whore brain overstep, okay babygirl? I need you eager and willing and obedient so that I can reward you. Maybe by the end of the night tonight you can earn the gift of sight back. Otherwise it'll be a long night in completely unfamiliar surroundings. You want to be able to see to find the puppy pad, don't you? You need to earn back toilet privileges, too, and I'm not getting up to take you out in the night." I'm not quiet with my groan, but I can hear the smile in his voice and know that he's happy to make me unhappy as long as I comply anyway.
"I'm not used to being the only one talking in the car. Let's hear something from my whore." The vibrator in his cunt kicks itself up several notches and a surprised scream fills the air. "There it is. We're gonna be in the car for awhile, you better keep me entertained with those slutty noises or I'll need to increase the speed again. But that hood isn't coming off for another three days if you cum, and since someone appears to have shut that big mouth up, I won't be able to hear when you need permission."
Soon the only noise is my pathetic whimpering and my Master's contented sighs, and as I writhe until the chains between his nipples and clit are taut, making pained noises for his entertainment, I realize I've never been more at peace.
