ROAD TRAFFIC BONDAGE!
I knew that I was in trouble the moment I saw the three bright red brake lights come on. For the car I was following appeared to almost brand new, and was clean, giving the impression that everything, including the brakes of course, would be functioning correctly. Very much unlike the jalopy I was driving. With no M.O.T. certificate, and quite frankly it was in no condition to be able to pass the required test in order to achieve obtaining one of those. Very much including the braking system being nowhere near a fully operating state. So, even though I tried my best to steer away from said vehicle when it stopped safely, I was unable to avoid hitting it. Causing some, sure it was at very slow speed so not too much, damage to it, even if it was purely cosmetic, and the vehicle would still be completely drivable.
Well, I hear you all say, surely your insurance would cover this? It might have done if I'd actually had an insurance policy active, but even if I had it would almost certainly have been declared invalid because of the totally unroadworthy condition of the absolute heap of junk that I was driving.
The driver's door of the 'victim' vehicle opened and out stepped a woman who appeared to be in her late 30's or early 40's, roughly twice my own 22-year-old age. But, just as her car was clearly expensive, and very stylish so was the clothing that she was adorned in. A beautiful matching leather jacket and short skirt, that only just concealed whether the very sheer nylon covering her legs was in the form of stocking or tights. And the lovely blouse immediately underneath said jacket was obviously manufactured of the very finest satin. This was clearly a lady of real class and style, fully possessing the financial wherewithal to back up her expensive tastes. In other words, she was rich. Utterly unlike me, of course.
Beautiful though she was, of course I was now beholden to her to some degree. And my immediate problem was to try and prevent her calling the police. So, perhaps it was time to lay on the flattery with a trowel. "Good morning, Ma'am," I began, "I do apologise unreservedly. Such a beautiful car as well, however, its own wonderful, good looks being well and truly exceeded by those of the stylish and quite luscious lady driving it."
"That's all very well and good, young man, but it's not quite so pretty now, is it?" Pointing right at the spot where I'd collided with it, the dent and scratched paintwork. "How do you intend to pay for this? By the look of both yourself and this rust heap you're driving I'd guess that you don't have a valid insurance policy. Do you even have a driver's licence?"
Ah, yes, I did actually have one of those, but it wasn't full, only provisional. Meaning that I should have been displaying 'L' plates on both the front and rear of my vehicle, and shouldn't have been driving alone, I should have been accompanied by somebody holding a full licence, having passed the obligatory driving test. Which, of course, I wasn't.
She looked me up and down for a bit, making me rather nervous to be honest. And suddenly she made her play. "Well young man, the way I see it, you'd be in quite some serious trouble if I was to call the police out to deal with this situation, wouldn't you? So, as it's been quite a while since my considerable sexual appetite was fully fed, and you're a good-looking lad," which to be honest I was, "I'm going to offer you an alternative to a legal resolution. You will drive to wherever you normally park this pile of junk, I'll follow you as my brakes actually work, park up and join me in my car. Wherein we'll go back to mine, and you will spend the rest of this day in my bed, servicing my sexuality. Well, what's it to be?"
I mean, what do you think I was going to choose? Yes, she may well have been old enough to be my mother, but this was most definitely a 'mother I'd like to fuck,' be in no doubt about it!
"Yes Ma'am. I'll gladly give you just what you're asking for."
"Good. We'd best be on our way then."
Therefore, I climbed back into my own car, and as I started to drive away from the scene, my face formed into a rather satisfied smile. I mean, couldn't this situation that had seemed so dangerous for me have turned out any better? There I was dreading becoming embroiled in some very serious legal problems, but now? Instead, I was heading towards several hours of, well let's face it, sexual pleasure. Sure, my female companion might well be considerably older than me, maybe she wouldn't have been my first choice for a sexual liaison, but hey? She was still utterly gorgeous, despite her advanced years, and I fully anticipated a good time ahead on this day. What had seemed so disastrous initially was clearly now going to be so fantastic.
Finally, I reached home, well the 'squat' where I laid my head at night and abandoned my unroadworthy car on the patch of waste land where I normally left it, then as ordered I climbed into the passenger seat of 'Ma'am's' almost brand-new top of the range Mercedes. She waited patiently whilst I fastened my safety belt, and then all of a sudden, the situation changed completely from what I had expected and wanted.
For I had believed that the sex that 'Ma'am' had demanded as her condition of overlooking our little contretemps would be, pardon the pun here, 'driven' by me. That, once in her bed, it would be me dictating the pace and setting the agenda. Which I fully intended to thoroughly enjoy, believing that my considerable ability between the sheets would ensure a good time for all. A not entirely empty boast, by the way, I was a skilled lover, as many of my previous female companions had truthfully informed me.
But as my lips responded to her own successfully seeking them, and I closed my eyes during the very passionate kiss that then ensued, suddenly I became aware of a series of 'clicks' as 'Ma'am' enclosed my two wrists in the cold steel of a pair of solid and totally secure pair of handcuffs! I had just been taken by her, be in NO doubt of that!
Not that she'd finished just yet, you understand. For out of one of her jacket pockets she produced a short length of silk bondage tie. Feeding this though one of the links of the chain linking the two cuffs together, she firmly tied this around the lower part of the safety belt. Meaning that I was now fully captured by her, I could hardly move, with escape from her plans for me utterly impossible now.
A message that she duly confirmed, in no uncertain terms. "What? Did you really believe that you'd have things your own way? That I would be the one dancing to your tune? Oh no Sweetheart, things aren't going to work that way at all. You see, you are now the sexual property of me, Imogen Standford. Your body and your life are now mine, MINE to do with exactly what I want, how I want and for as long as I want, with you having no say in the matter whatsoever. And your situation is utterly perfect for my needs and wishes. You're of no fixed abode, and I'm more than willing to bet that car you were driving is not officially registered at all. In short you can disappear, as it were, and nobody will really notice. And even those who do, your friends for example, no doubt live their lives in the same highly illegal manner and therefore will not feel safe in reporting said disappearance to the relevant authorities. So, until I, and ONLY I, decide otherwise you are now nothing more than my personal sex toy. And boy, are we going to have sex? Kinky, VERY kinky, sex! And all of it to MY tune, not yours."
With that I suddenly lost my power of sight completely, as Imogen placed a very effective blindfold over my eyes, one of those expensive, 'proper' ones, that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate, reducing my world to complete darkness. "After all Sweetheart, I don't want you having any idea as to precisely where I'm now going to take you, do I? To where you will live the rest of your days utterly within my sexual captivity!"
The journey to wherever Imogen had chosen took about thirty minutes, time for me to fully assess this new situation in which I found myself. For, if I wasn't rich in monetary terms at all, the one thing I did pride myself in was my independence of spirit. I'd fully promised myself that I'd never be beholden to anybody, I'd never surrender myself to convention. But here I was, apparently destined to become a slave of someone else, even if my 'duties' would appear to be enjoyable, sexual slavery to a very attractive woman. You see, pleasurable as this new life seemed to be, it would involve myself be totally subservient to another human being, and that was something I just couldn't stomach. However, certainly for the present time, what could I do to prevent it? Imogen held all the aces here, I was firmly held in her bondage, with her calling all of the shots. And I knew enough about her by now, to know that she was no fool. Escaping from her plans would not be easy, obviously for now I'd simply have to endure just what she intended until she made some sort of mistake. Besides I might well enjoy her attentions.
When we did arrive at just where she wanted, Imogen was extremely careful not to offer any chance to avoid her intentions. Once we'd clearly passed into some sort of garage, I heard the door closing, guessing, correctly as it turned out, that we were now completely out of sight of the rest of the world. Just Imogen and me then. She untied my binding cuffs from the seatbelt alright, only to use a longer tie to secure them around my waist, effectively rendering my arms and hands as useless to me. Like I say, no fool.
She guided me out of the car, and the garage into the main house of her residence, and then clearly into a basement room, having descended another set of stairs. I'd just entered her dungeon, my home for as long as Imogen Standford wished to keep me as her toy. Not that I could see anything of just where she'd taken me. A state of affairs that continued, as a chloroform filled cloth was placed over my mouth and nose, meaning that I passed out into a state of complete unconsciousness.
There'd be no escape possible for me when I 'came to' a little later, for Imogen had been busy in the meantime. Firstly, I was now completely naked, having no idea just what she'd done with my clothing, deducing that I'd probably never see it again. I awoke to find myself in a kind of wet room, expensive and classy by the look of things, for I could see again now. However, if I'd been allowed the power of sight once more, there was a 'trade off' because I now couldn't move. My legs had been cuffed to rings in the floor, and as for my arms, they had been stretched upwards, to also be secured to ceiling mounted rings. I was held very effectively.
