Art got dressed and got out of the truck, I followed hoping that no one would be around, he made me stand and wait while he locked the back latch on the truck before he would let me walk around front and get in, a woman had pulled up about 20 yards from us and was getting out of her car just before I was able to get in, she did a double take when she saw me, it was very embarrassing, I still had the dildo up my ass, she had to have seen it when I got in. Art already had the engine running and we drove off, as we passed her she gave me the strangest look, she must have know that something very weird was going on, but it was o.k. with me, it seemed like the more exposed I was the more turned on I got.
I resumed my position next to Art and he, told me to remove the dildo from my ass and place it in a plastic bag that he had in his duffel bag, he instructed me that once we reach our destination I was to find a bathroom and wash the dildo, it was my obligation as his slave. The sensation of the dildo now being out of my ass was almost as good as when Art first put it in, he reached over to me and began to feel all around my legs and stomach again, he took the same V grip on the head of my cock and began to rub the tip with his thumb, with in seconds the burning sensation started all over again, I quickly became short of breath and the feeling was making my nipples so hard that they hurt.
Art still had not fucked me, and as he continued to rub me, my asshole started to squeeze just like it had a half on hour before, Art turned to watch me as I squirmed from the non stop movement of his thumb, and from the look on his face I could see the great sense of power that he felt over me, by only gripping the very top of my cock in his fingers, he totally controlled all of me, and could make me do anything he desired. As he looked on with pride at the control he had over me, he asked,
You liked it when I took you in the back and made you suck my cock, ...didn't you?
Yes...I said trying to catch my breath.
You like the taste of my cum in my your mouth don't you?
Again I answered ...Yes...
When I took you in the back, you thought I was going to fuck you didn't you?
Yes ...Art...
You wanted it?... You wanted me to fuck you! ...........SAY IT!
I ...did ... I ...I wanted you to fuck my ass!
The feeling of him rubbing my cock was so intense again that I could barely breath.
But I loved it when you made me cum. I said.
I'll bet you did,... well that was my mistake, ...I just got a little carried away,.. But you can best believe it won't happen again!
Did he mean that I wasn't allowed to cum at all?... His statement confused me, even though my head was spinning from the sensation in my cock, I still was clear enough to remember him making me come the day before.
I don't under stand? I said.
Art responded.... Well I'll tell you just in case I haven't already,... as my slave you will never be allowed to cum from having your cock touched in any way, it may be rubbed or sucked or what ever else I chose, but never to the point of cuming.... You will only be allowed to have a full orgasm from having your balls squeezed, or being fucked, or possibly, if become so excited from what ever activity that you may be performing, that you just cum in the air from no physical contact at all. And that's it! ... Nothing else will be acceptable! Do you understand?
Yes Sir.....
Then art said that we were almost there, and I looked around to realize that we were in a really shitty looking warehouse district, all the buildings were old and dirty. We rounded a corner, and Art said "we're here".
That's a relief I thought because Art's thumb on the tip of my cock was really driving me crazy I could hardly catch my breath and the stream of cum was flowing again even though I wasn't having an orgasm. Art stopped rubbing me so he could back truck into the loading dock, his next words were.
Put you clothes on, grab the duffel bag and follow me, and hurry!
I got dressed and followed him in, it was a large warehouse with large racks of metal bars and stacks of sheet metal on wooden pallets, and a couple forklifts sitting around it wasn't very bright in there but you could still tell how dirty it was, and it smelled a combination of musty and metallic, there was a couple of doors and a window with a light on about 40 yards to our right. Art said "you wait here I'll be back" and he walked down and entered one of the doors.
I stood there looking around feeling kind of out place, with a full hard on still straining to break out of my pants, I again found my self fantasizing about being fucked,... my cock was throbbing and I could feel a growing wet spot in my pants. What the hell has gotten into me,... I thought, two days ago this would never have crossed my mind and now I cant stop thinking about it. I tried to thing of something else, Emily, that's right I'll think of Emily, I wonder what she's doing right now?
Emily as it turned out had been busy too. When she had entered Steve's office, he told her to shut the door behind her and come over to his desk, she nervously stood in front of his desk waiting for him to finish what he was working on, he looked up at her and abruptly said,