I walk up to the dark car, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, looking around and trying not to look suspicious, or conspicuous. It's not easy wearing a dress that barely covers my arse, and nothing underneath, with pigtails and sky high heels. The door opens and I climb in as I was told to do, he begins to drive as soon as the door is closed, and opens my legs with one hand, pinching my thighs sharply, but not very hard, his arm pushing me back against the seat. He drags a nail gently down my leg, stopping centimetres from my sex, which is slick already. I'm desperate to ask him to finger fuck me, but I know better than to speak without permission.
As we drive through the town, I realise that I am a moaning groaning whore, sitting in a car with a man old enough to be my father, at rush hour, people walking by stop to look, trying not to be obvious, and Master plunges three fingers into me at once, then pumps them in and out, his thumb hitting my clit every time, I desperately need to cum, I'm dripping wet, and afraid I'm going to make a mess of his car.
We get to a traffic light, and he stops.
"You have two options slut, either you can cum and spend the rest of the journey naked, and we'll go the long way round, or we can go the short way, you will not be allowed to cum, whatever I do to you, which is it to be?" I go for the last option, the sooner we get to the hotel room and into bed the better.
I'm not prepared for him to undo my dress and expose my breasts, then he opens the sun roof, and goes through a traffic jam between tall buildings, and all the while he's pinching and teasing my nipples, ignoring the passers by who stare, and the deep blush in my cheeks. My nipples are almost painfully hard by the time he goes back to finger fucking me, I try to pull my dress back together over my breasts, and receive a sharp slap on my slick cunt. "Did I tell you that you could put your dress back slut?"
"Sorry Master."
"You will be if you can't obey me."
My only contact before now with this man had been on the phone and the internet, but he'd told me about some of the punishments I could expect if I disobeyed, him, I already have a beating on account for failing to complete one of my tasks on time. I keep my mouth shut and my legs open after that, arms at my sides, trying to concentrate on anything other than his fingers inside me, but it's so difficult to be aware of anything else, let alone concentrate on it.
We arrive at a section of the road where signs announce road works and possible delays. I groan inwardly, that means builders, lots of sweaty men at car window level, the perfect position for anyone to stare at me, sure enough, there they are, about 20 men, mostly topless, all staring licking their lips, putting hands in front of the growing bulges in their trousers. I close my eyes, willing it to be over.
"Open your eyes and show these men how much you're enjoying yourself slut." I open my eyes, and force a smile, then as my guard was down, Master renews his pumping fingers in and out of me, abusing my clit, I shiver with the pleasure, gasping and moaning, I hear a whirring and opened my eyes just long enough to see the window going down, I don't care any more, and maybe I'm even beginning to enjoy myself, I open my eyes again, fixing them on each staring, erect man in turn, groaning louder and louder with the pleasure, and finally coming into Master's hand, falling back into the seat, panting, and cleaning the fingers that had given me so much pleasure with my mouth, tasting my pleasure, drinking my juices.
I look up and see the hotel. "Put your dress on properly." I pull it back to where it had been, tie the knot at the side, tug it down at the bottom, and step out of the car at the same time as him. We walk through the reception area, Master had already collected the key, I walk up the stairs in front of him, very conscious of his eyes all over my body. We get to the room and he opens the door, holding it for me, then closing it, pushing me up against it, and kissing me hard, biting my lip, pinning me against the wood with his body. I lift a leg, wrapping it around him, and he brings the other one up his jeans are open and he is rock hard, then, with almost no warning, he is deep inside me, all 10 inches of his hardness, and however much it may hurt, the pleasure is 100 times more intense. I gasp, loudly, speaking without permission is forbidden, but so is not acknowledging what he's doing to me, unless he tells me otherwise.
I've been doing all his tasks and everything he tells me to by phone and email up till now, and finally, after a month of that, he's inside me, biting my neck and kissing me so hard it hurts, I kiss back, every bit as hard, and he begins to pump inside me, long and hard and slow, torturing me with his slowness, I try to move my hips with him, to make him go faster, but he won't, he keeps going until I am dying of the frustration, and then pulls out of me, I gasp, suddenly I'm so empty.
"Get that dress off slut, and then kneel." I comply quickly, untying the knot at the side of the dress and letting it slip to the floor, then I drop to my knees and look longingly at the cock I know will be fucking my mouth in seconds. I don't have to wait long, he takes a step towards me, and, holding me by my hair, tells me to clean him of my juices, I don't need telling twice, I take him into my mouth as far as I can, I know he'll force himself deeper if he wants to, and suck, and caress him with my tongue, one hand stroking his balls. Then he begins to use his hold on my hair to fuck my mouth, pumping himself in and out, deeper and deeper, his balls slap against my chin as he rapes my throat, faster and faster, ignoring my struggles to escape, suddenly he holds me against him, as deep as he'll go, I can't breathe, I struggle, trying desperately to breathe, and finally, he pulls out of my mouth, and shoots his hot cum all over my face. I thank him, and lick my lips where some of his milk fell.
"Crawl to the bed, then get up into the middle, and stay on your hands and knees with your legs open." I obey quickly, finding a little trouble in getting up onto the bed, but not wanting to disobey him, I am well aware that I am in for a punishment. "You have disobeyed me twice now." He stands in front of me, I hang my head, and he lifts it again by my hair, forcing me to look into his fiery brown eyes, "Once, in failing to complete a task, and today, in coming after being told not to. For the first, you will be beaten, and you will remain silent throughout that punishment. For the second, as I am a generous Master, we will try again, you will not come until I order you to. Do you understand?" I nod, oh dear, he looks pissed off.
He walks to the side of the bed, and out of the case he takes a collar, it is red leather, with small metal spikes, he puts it in front of me, "I was going to give you this if you were good on the ride here, but as you weren't, maybe I'll let you if you can be very good and do exactly as you're told today." I focus on the collar, I desperately want to wear it, to make my status as Master's whore official, I want so much to wear the badge of his ownership, to show that I am his, and he can do exactly as he likes to me, I bite my lip in readiness for the whip.
It descends on my arse, very hard, and with no warning, I wince with the pain, but manage not to make a sound thankfully. He strokes me with the end of his whip, caressing my sides, my neck, my legs, then he begins to strap the soles of my feet, they are sensitive, and it hurts, but I know that I can't cry out, because that will only make it worse, and all I want right now, is to wear that collar. I focus on it as I almost bite through my lip, not watching to see where the whip will land next, my feet are burning with the pain, but no sound escapes me, that is, until, with absolutely no warning, Master brings the whip up hard between my legs and with scientific precision it lands straight on my clit, I gasp, I can't help it, and Master sighs behind me. "That will cost you two more strokes, the next time you make a sound it will be four more, then 8, and if you make another sound after that, I'll just stop counting and you won't be able to sit down for a month." I gulp, and focused even harder on the collar, imagining it around my neck. The pain as he brings the whip down all over my body is intense, I'm getting slick with it, I dig my nails into the duvet, trying to concentrate on anything but the exquisite pain he is inflicting on me. The strokes get harder and harder, and a tear rolls down my cheek, just as my cum is dripping down my thigh, "You're doing well slut, only 5 more to go, you will count them and thank me for each one." So saying, he brought the whip down on my cherry red arse.
