I could hear the coarse gravel beneath the wheels of the van that carried me through the night, and I could feel we were moving along at a fair rate of speed. I had no real sense of direction or location because the back of the van had no windows to let me see where I had been or where I was going. Of course, I knew the ultimate purpose of my trip down this country road -- after all, it was the reason I had agreed to take this ride in the first place. Yet even once I arrived at my destination, I would be clueless about my actual location, and there would be no easy way for me to find my way back home. My ultimate safety and future well-being were completely up to my hosts.
I kept telling myself, "You volunteered for this, Dude." But the more I repeated the thought in my head, the greater my sense of doubt about whether I had made a prudent decision. I remembered thinking this trip would be exciting and fun -- an adventure unlike anything I'd experienced before. However, now that I was in the moment, my perspective had changed. While there was certainly a whole lot of excitement (which gradually felt more and more like fear), the fun was conspicuously absent. I was still hopeful that would change. However, those hopes really didn't matter much, because now the situation was out of my control.
As the road bumped beneath me, I rested comfortably on the padded seat in the back of the van. We'd been driving for about an hour, but I was still feeling very self-conscious about the fact that I was completely naked. Well,... almost naked. The leather collar fastened around my neck and the steel chastity cage that imprisoned my cock really didn't qualify as 'clothing.' I was thankful it was dark, which gave me some sense of privacy. Nevertheless, it was disconcerting to see the eyes of the female driver occasionally glancing back at me in the rear-view mirror. I imagined I could see a glimmer of humor and mischief in her eyes as she considered my predicament. The driver was a petite blonde, dressed smartly in a tailored men's suit. She had a commanding presence, despite her size, and had made it clear from the start she was calling the shots while I was under her supervision. Despite her display of power and control, she had been invariably polite since taking me under her care.
"Are the restraints too tight cutie pie?" I heard her say as she glanced back at me yet again.
"No," I said, as I instinctively flexed my wrists and hands. "They're comfortable. Thanks for asking. Besides, you probably guessed by now that I'm kind of partial to having my body tied up."
"Yes, I had my suspicions you might like those leather straps," she said, chuckling, "but don't enjoy yourself too much back there slugger. You need to conserve your energy for where you're headed." Her attention went back to the road.
My seat had been designed for both safety and comfort. Its shape was contoured to my body with good support and a well-placed headrest. Both my wrists and elbows were securely strapped to the arms of the seat by thick leather straps. The seat was mounted on two padded pylons extending upward from the van floor, and similar straps held my thighs and ankles snugly against each pylon. The seat bucket was shaped like a horseshoe and nicely cradled my ass, but also allowed my cock to dangle in its cage between my legs. As we continued to bounce down the country road, I was very aware of the chain that was clipped to my collar. The cool metal rubbed against the skin of my chest and ran down my body where it was clipped again to the cock cage. From the cage, its weight dangled to the floor, making a pile of links that rattled with the road. I could see the end of the chain padlocked to a metal ring. Each bump magnified the weight of the chain, giving a pleasantly arousing downward pull on my cock and balls. The entire set-up in the back of the van had been designed to constantly remind me of my subservient status and the role I anticipated I would play in upcoming events.
If anyone had bothered to ask, I would have admitted that, despite my nervousness, I was more than a little turned on. I could feel my cock straining against its metal cage, trying in futility to get hard, but very much trapped. As I looked down, I could see its head pressed tightly against the end of the cage, purple and engorged, squeezing like Play-Doh between the gaps of the cage bars. As my mind lingered on what I saw, I felt my cock swell a bit more. The slight discomfort was part of the game, and I enjoyed how it felt. I smiled to myself as I thought back to how my night had begun, and how I came to be riding, strapped, chained and naked, in the back of this van.
Claire was the person responsible for persuading me to undertake this little adventure. I'd known Claire for quite a few years through mutual acquaintances. We'd served on several committees together and often ran into one another at social functions. I'd always admired her confidence and drive, and it didn't hurt that I also found her to be quite attractive. She had been single for as long as I'd known her and always seemed to have no shortage of male suitors. While our interactions had been consistently pleasant and friendly, I'd never seriously considered pursuing anything sexual or romantic with her. I figured that someone with her qualities easily could have formed a serious relationship had she chosen to, and since she'd stayed single, I assumed she preferred to stay that way.
Then this past February I ran into her at an annual fundraiser for the local children's hospital. The big draw for the night was a special bourbon tasting for a small group of VIPs and required a sizeable donation for admission. Honestly, I think Claire was surprised to see me there, since most of the group in attendance was somewhat above my pay grade. What Claire didn't know was that I am a complete sucker for rare and unique bourbon. There was absolutely no way I was going to miss the opportunity to sample extremely upscale and expensive bourbons, especially when I could simultaneously claim it as a charitable deduction. I'm still not sure whether we discovered an actual chemistry between us or whether it was the bourbon we consumed, but before the night was over, we were both fighting a strong mutual attraction, and there was little doubt that we were going home together.
We shared her bed that night, but the encounter was nothing like what I expected. In the short distance from Claire's front door to her bedroom, she managed to remove most of my clothes and had my hands securely bound together with my necktie before I even knew what was happening. Claire left little doubt that she was in charge and that we would not be having sex -- at least not in the traditional sense of the word. Claire explained that her preferred role was to act as a Dominant and invited me to explore my submissive side. My raging hard-on made it extremely obvious to Claire that I had no problem with what she was suggesting, and I enthusiastically accepted.
Serving Claire that night changed my life. Over the next six months, we gradually spent more time together as Dominant and submissive. We got familiar with one another's little idiosyncrasies. Both of us soon recognized our extreme compatibility as Dominant and sub, and that rapidly caused a wonderful foundation of trust and security to form between us. I felt very safe and protected as Claire's sub during all the subsequent play sessions that we shared, and she seemed to greatly value my devotion to her dominance.
It was typical for her to initiate our time together, so I was not surprised last Friday when she asked me to meet her for a drink after work. We hadn't seen one another in more than two weeks, which was unusual. At the time, I didn't hesitate to accept her invitation. I was anxious to see her. If only I'd known what was in store.
As I entered our favorite bar, I saw her sitting in a corner booth, two tumblers of bourbon sitting on the table in front of her. Her eyes met mine, and we greeted one another from across the room with an exchange of genuine smiles. I reached the booth and her hand rose deliberately from her lap. I grasped it and leaned forward giving the top of her hand a delicate and deferential kiss hello.
"Great to see you, Scott. Thanks for being so punctual." I noticed a teasing tone in her voice and a look of playfulness in her eyes. She knew I was never late and that one of my greatest pet peeves was people that never seem able to show up on time for an appointment. Besides, my proper role as a sub was to never keep her waiting.
