I knelt in the corner of her room and watched her move about. Her movements were always graceful and purposeful.
I had been by her side for three months. Her business was booming and I helped with her books. I spent my working hours behind a computer and my lunchtime, on most occasions, under her desk between her beautiful legs.
Despite this, time together had been at a premium, and we decided to do something about it. We spent long hours planning a holiday, and the big day had finally arrived.
"Nearly packed, sweetie," said Alice.
I was not packing. Alice had told me it wouldn't be necessary. She told me to wait in the corner, and so that is what I did.
Our public games had come to an end, and for the most part we played in private now. Occasionally, Tim, Harold, or Robyn would drop in to have a bit of fun with me. We were one big, happy family.
Unfortunately, like most families at one time or another, tragedy had struck us. Harold had been recently diagnosed with cancer. His health was deteriorating, and it had hung over our holiday.
"Go," he had said. "I wouldn't want to stop this little slut from getting what she deserves."
His voice had been surprisingly playful as he watched me, tied to a Sybian and being forced to orgasm over and over.
Finally, Alice stopped moving and locked up the bags.
"I love camping, Caz." She used my nickname. "The wide, open spaces, the clear blue skies, and most of all the privacy."
At the word 'privacy' she looked at me and winked. She helped me up.
"Come on. Let's get you ready."
She slowly unbuttoned my top while I watched her. Her touch always sent waves of shock through my body. She slid the blouse down my arms, exposing my bare breasts. I no longer wore underwear.
She stroked her fingers over my nipples a few times. They hardened at her touch. She then placed her mouth around one and sucked it softly. I could have jumped her then and there, but I had learned some control.
Finally, she unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor.
"Now let's go down to the car," she said, taking my arm.
The trip in the lift no longer worried me. I knew by now that most of the people in the apartment block had been to at least one of Alice's parties. There wasn't a single one of them who didn't know me better than my gynaecologist.
We got to the car and Alice opened the boot of the big sedan.
"In you get. Belly down." She gestured me to get inside.
I climbed in and lay face down. I had to bend my legs at the knee to fit in. Alice tied my wrists together, then my ankles. She pulled the two knots together and fastened them, holding me in a strict hogtie. She then rolled me on my side and placed a ball gag in my mouth. A strap around the back of my head held it in place.
"Now, little one." She looked into my eyes. "I hope you're not too comfortable."
She attached clamps to each of my nipples. As each one bit into my sensitive skin, I gave a little scream. She slid an egg vibrator inside my already wet sex, and switched it on low.
"See you soon," she said, and closed the boot.
The clamps on my nipples dug in. The vibrator in my sex was driving me wild. I felt every bump in the road, and I wanted to touch myself so badly.
In the darkness, I thought about that first weekend; the torment I had been put through; the denial of orgasm for so long; the moment when I had finally been allowed my release.
I knew Alice better now. I knew that she could deny me for as long as she wanted and I could do nothing about it. I also knew that she could give me pleasure that would send me to places beyond this world.
The car stopped moving. The engine died and there was silence, punctuated only by the tick of cooling metal. The suspension creaked as Alice got out.
The boot opened and sunlight shone in. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the silhouette slowly became Alice. I smiled as much as the gag would allow.
"Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slut," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
She untied my hands and feet and helped me out of the boot. There was no one around. The car was parked on the side of a dirt track. She took me by the arm and led me to the front of the car. I felt the rough ground on my naked feet and grimaced slightly.
"That's the look I prefer," said Alice.
She laid me on the bonnet, face down and facing the front. The paintwork was hot from the engine underneath. She spread my legs and tied each ankle to one of the rear view mirrors. Another rope went around my waist and looped between my legs so that it rubbed against my crotch. Alice tied a rope between the waist loop and the back of my gag. When she pulled it tight, my head was forced up and back so that I now stared down the track.
Lastly, she took my arms and tied each wrist to opposite ends of the bumper. I was spread-eagled on the hood of the car like some grotesque ornament.
My breasts were pressed against the warm hood, causing the nipple clamps to dig in more. The vibe still hummed away in my sex.
"I always wanted a Rolls Royce, with that flying chick on the hood," she said, looking down at me with a smile, "but you look so much cuter."
The sun shone down on my bare back. She started the engine and set off. She didn't drive too quickly, but it felt fast enough to me. The world came at me like I was on a rollercoaster. I was thrown about, pulling on my tied limbs, and the vibrations from the engine did funny things to my body. It was getting dark when we got there.
Alice pulled up and started to unpack, leaving me tied to the car. I watched as she put up the tent. She had done it before, I could tell, by the speed with which she did it.
She cooked her dinner. The smell from the barbecue was tantalising. She came over to me, removed my gag and kissed me passionately. I could taste the food on her, and felt my stomach rumble. She gave me a glass of water and replaced my gag.
"You snored pretty bad last night, angel. I don't want you waking up any animals."
