At 9:07, you entered the bar dressed as I had told you. You are simply dressed in a blouse, pleated skirt that falls just above the knee, lace top thigh-high stockings, heels, and panties. You were seven minutes late and you will pay for it later. Finding a seat at the bar, with your back to the door you order a drink. Looking around the room, you quickly eye the men there, trying to decide if I am there. Not wanting to appear too bold, you quickly abandon the search and sit quietly sipping your drink. Before you know it a half an hour has slipped away and you wonder if you’ve been stood up.
“Meet me outside in 2 minutes,” you hear someone say behind you. Without turning around you nod your head. Exactly two minutes later you go outside into the parking lot.
“Come here,” I call to you from the shadows at the far end of the lot. Gathering your courage with a deep breath, you walk right up to me. Grabbing your arm, I turn you around quickly so that you are facing the hood of a car and I am behind you. Pushing you against the car, my hand presses on your upper back, forcing you to bend over the car’s hood as your skirt rides higher on your ass. My hand finds your stocking covered thigh and ever so slowly slides upwards under your skirt to your panty-covered pussy. Removing my hand from your back, I use my fingers to pull your damp panties to the side, exposing your already slick, pouty pussy lips. My fingers easily spread your lips as my other hand pushes a small oval object into your pussy. I move your panties back to recover your pussy before smoothing your skirt and having you stand. I tell you that you are now to go back inside, have another drink and that you will then dance while I watch.
Without looking back, you head straight back into the bar. A few moments later I enter the bar and am pleased to see that you have ordered a drink and found a spot on the dance floor. I watch as you move your body to the music. As the songs go on you dance yourself into a wild frenzy, taking the opportunity to cool down and enjoy your drink during the slow dances. Then, it takes a second or two but you realize what that small oval I had placed inside of you is. The vibrating bullet awakens as I switch on the remote control. No one around you can feel it or hear it. No one needs to. The speed is controlled by the remote that I have in my hand. You begin to understand that the more uninhibited you are the longer I let the egg vibrate. Between the drinks and the bullet, your head and your body continue to buzz.
Just as things are heating up, I walk to you and simply say, “Let’s go,” as I click off the bullet. Outside, I open the passenger door of my car and you climb inside. I lean across you and fasten your seatbelt before taking your hands and placing your palms high on the inside of your thighs at the top of your stockings. I tell you that you are not to move your hands or your fingers for any reason. I remind you that you are not to speak unless I directly ask you a question and that under no circumstances are you to scream. I ask if you understand and you simply nod your head. I climb into the driver seat and begin to pull on my leather driving gloves. Once on, I take my leather covered hand and slide the back of my fingers down your soft cheek and across your lips, I hear your breath catch in your throat as I click the bullet back on again.
It seems like it takes far too long to finally arrive at the room that I’ve prepared for us but we finally do arrive. As soon as we enter the room, the fun finally begins. I have you remove your blouse and your skirt before having you kneel at the foot of the bed. I then secure your hands into fur lined leather cuffs, attach them together and secure them to the top of the bed so that you are stretched over the top of the bed. In front of your face I place a rubber ball with leather straps attached to it as I tell you that you will have to wear this gag if I hear the slightest sound from you. Leaving it for you to look at, I remind you that you had agreed to be completely obedient to me but somehow you managed to show up seven minutes late and you were now to be punished for your tardiness.
It starts with the feel of the feather. I slowly drag the most exquisite feeling female ostrich feather over your back. The feeling is like nothing else as the soft, fine plume tickles your skin and begins to bring the blood to the surface of your skin. I ever so slowly drag the plume over every inch of your naked flesh from your wrists to your thighs. After several minutes, it’s time to change to a flogger. I start with my rabbit fur flogger. The thin strips of leopard rabbit fur excite your skin as the fur is dragged over your skin before being teasingly slapped along your back and thighs. Your skin feels so electrified as the blood continues to the surface of your skin.
Your anticipation heightens as I begin to work the deerskin flogger over your back and your thighs as the bullet inside continues to hum when I switch it on every so often. The deer leather straps drag across your naked back. The straps of my flogger caress your back, your arms, and your sides teasing you. Then those same teasing straps crash against your panty clad ass again and again. Eventually, I pull your panties into the crack of your ass, exposing your cheeks and putting just a tiny bit of pressure on your womanhood. Even at a full swing the softer than cashmere flogger is just a tease, a taste of what is to… cum. Accidentally, on purpose, the tips of the flogger occasionally find their way between your legs and just kiss your swollen covered lips sending shockwaves through your body.
Then just as one of those accidental strikes land between your legs you finally feel it. You finally feel what you have been so carefully prepared for. You finally feel the sting of my real leather flogger on your now sensitized skin. The shock of the intensity change causes you to gasp and I immediately stop to fit the gag into your mouth. Once secured, I proceed to work the serious flogger over your body. I alternate between soft smacks were the sides of several straps hit you at one time and much harder ones where just the tips contact your skin. At times I pause to caress the newly stung flesh with my leather-covered palms and on occasion, my gloved hand lands with a sting on your reddening ass cheeks.
