A fantasy inspired by the man who makes me want things I couldn't even imagine before.
Characters are over 18 and all activities are consensual.
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So happy to be flying out to see him, but stressed and exhausted she was surprised when to see him as she got off the plane.
"Why did you park and come all the way in the terminal? You always pick me up outside?" She asks after they kiss hello.
He doesn't answer, just grabs her carry-on - they head toward the parking garage.
As they pass the ladies room, "Baby, I need to stop. Okay?"
"No, you're going to hold it for me."
"Are we going straight home? Because if we have to stop somewhere I wont make it, I really have to go."
He smiles, "Once we get to the car we're going straight home, I promise."
"I guess I can wait then."
"You say that like you have a choice." There's that smile again.
If she weren't so tired and distracted she'd have known that something was up.
"Gosh, baby, how far away did you park? We've been walking forever." She feels bad for complaining when he was so sweet to pick her up at the gate, but by now she has to pee so bad she's starting to worry she won't make it home and they'll have to stop somewhere. He wouldn't risk the upholstery by her having an accident en route.
Finally she sees his car. He tosses her carry on in the trunk and she shifts from one foot to the other as she waits impatiently for him to unlock the doors.
Why isn't he unlocking the doors?
He joins her between his passengers side and car next to them.
"Take your pants off and hand them to me and squat down, you're going to go here. You can pull your panties to the side so they don't get wet if you like."
He said that last bit as if it were a generous concession.
"Please don't ask me to do this, Sir. I can't. Not here, not now."
"I'm not asking. You've been given an order fuckslut, why are your pants still on?"
Knowing someone could walk by at anytime and see? And it's not like she's even wearing a skirt that she could drop quickly, Sir holding her pants would make it obvious she did it deliberately. And there is a ladies room not 20' away.
"I'll get in trouble. Someone will call security."
"They don't arrest professional middle class women for public urination when they had an emergency and panicked. The officer would believe that if you'd seen the ladies room you'd have used it.
Besides you look so pretty when you're desperate, if someone came along they would probably not even say a word, just enjoy the show."
She pleads again. He's unmoved and says quietly, "Have you forgotten what you are? That I own you?"
She's frozen ...tears fill her eyes as her mind races...she wants to obey, she wants to please him, she's never defied him before...just the thought makes her sick. He might decide she's too much trouble if she won't obey.
She tries to convince herself to just do it, just follow orders, take the punishment for her reluctance and everything will be back to normal. She wills her hands to pull her pants down...
But she can't. Too humiliating it's a line she can't cross.
With tears streaming down her face she turns without a word and goes to the ladies room. She can feel him watching her as she walks away.
The relief is indescribable but only for a second. After she relieves herself she sits in the stall head in her hands shaking. she has no idea what happens next. How much damage did her defiance do to their relationship?
Maybe it was a test and he wanted her to refuse? So he'll be proud of her? Before the thought was formed she knew this was wishful thinking.
As she washes her hands she tries to steady her nerves, readying her arguments to defend what she did. With a deep breath she heads back to the car trying to walk with a confidence she doesn't feel...
When she gets back to car she talks too fast, tripping over her words apologizing profusely. Eyes on the road he doesn't appear to be listening and eventually she falls into a nervous silence.
"Are you finished?" He asks with a tone of voice that sends a shiver up her spine.
She nods. trying unsuccessfully to stop crying.
"You're going to pay for this when we get home. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
The remainder of the drive is silent but her internal dialogue won't shut up.
How angry is he? He isn't dropping her off alone at her place so that's good right? But what does he mean I'll pay for it? A spanking? His belt? That's how he punishes me for little things and this feels more ominous. And why is he so mad anyway? He knows I've had a shit time with work lately and am always tired and cranky when I fly, is he even taking responsibility for his lousy timing on a huge limit push? Doubt it, he thinks he's always right...and he always has been when it comes to this but tonight wasn't fair...but I should have tried harder, asked for some time...
Endless stream in her head, back and forth between contrition and resentment until she didn't even know how she really felt anymore. Except afraid.
She knows he won't hurt her, not outside of their limits. So why is she so scared?
She pulls out her phone, an attempt to self soothe I guess, he holds out his hand, "No."
She immediately hands it over, like a child who knows better than to argue.
He pulls into the sex shop he'd made her visit before. "Where is your collar?" He asks. "I'm wearing it Sir", as she touched the chain around her neck. "No, not the symbolic one, your real collar."
"In my purse, Sir." she replies as she immediately digs for it. He takes it from her and fastens it around her neck. Not gentle like the first time he did it, but it doesn't matter she's never been so relieved. Whatever happens she's still his and that's all that matters.
