They had found each other online, and the conversation had been tentative at first. After awhile, though, they found that they had much in common, and the emails flew back and forth. Soon, she trusted him enough to give him her phone number, and they began talking on the phone. At first, things had been slow and they had just gotten to know the basics about each other - what they liked, disliked, and what they were looking for in a relationship. She was slow to trust, and he seemed to understand that and was willing to take things slowly. She liked that he never pushed her and was willing to take her quirks in stride.
Now, though, it was finally time to meet. They didn't live close to each other, which is why they had gotten to know each other so well virtually. Although it went against the general rules, she was flying out to meet him. She could never afford such a luxury, so he had generously offered to pay for the flight. Initially, she had resisted the idea, but she eventually gave in when he outlined how she would be able to make it up to him.
As she readied herself to step off the airplane, she took a few steadying breaths. "You've come this way, there's no turning back now," she told herself. Full of confidence, she headed down the jetway and to the baggage claim. Although this was an extended trip, she had no baggage to claim, but they had agreed that this would be the easiest place to meet in a crowded place, especially in an unfamiliar environment.
As she reached baggage claim, she looked around for him. She knew what he looked like, and she knew he would be looking for her. Suddenly, she felt hand grasping her wrist, and she gasped. She turned around, and she saw him.
"Hi," she whispered.
He stood silently and looked her up and down. "Let's go."
As he started to walk to the car, she followed him, careful to walk behind him. They quickly arrived at his car, which was parked in isolation. She walked to the front passenger-side door, waiting for him to open it. Instead, he opened the back door. "Get in, gook whore." She looked up at him in surprise.
"What? You think I was going to wait to start in you? We've talked long enough that you should have known what to expect. I don't like to repeat myself, and I sure as hell don't want to be here long enough to have someone see us. So get in, slut."
She got into the backseat, and he laughed as he kicked her down onto the seat. "You think you're going to sit like a proper person? Lie down, bitch." When she was lying down, he shoved a tight Spandex hood over her head, blacking out her world. Then she felt her wrists and ankles being tied together. Finally, a light blanket was tossed over her.
As she heard the car start, she began to wonder if she had made a huge mistake. As none of her friends or family knew that she was interested in this particular lifestyle, she hadn't been sure how to explain this trip - so she hadn't. Again, she knew it violated every safety rule in the book, but she hadn't seen any way around it. But now, blindfolded and bound in a car, not knowing where she was going, she was beginning to realise that she had potentially made the biggest mistake of her life.
She didn't have much time to ponder this, though, as he began to speaking to her.
"You remember our conversations, right, shovelhead bitch? Because I sure do. I hope you weren't lying to me, because I have big plans for you. I remember you telling me all about how you'd love to serve me, how you love fucking big cocks, and how you aren't picky about which hole I'll use. You told me you'll gladly do anything - ANYTHING - I tell you to. I sure as hell hope you weren't lying about that, because if you were... well, you'll regret that."
As they drove, she began to wonder if he memorised every conversation they'd had. He kept up his monologue for the trip, which seemed to take them over a stretch of interstate, then over a stretch of bumpy road, where they navigated several twists and turns. As the car slowed, his one-sided conversation did, as well. Her heartbeat, however, quickened. The car stopped, and a few minutes later, he pulled her out of the car. Standing was difficult as her ankles were still restrained, and she nearly fell over, but she managed to right herself.
As she stood there, she heard the deafening silence, and she thought about saying something. She wasn't gagged, but it felt wrong; she didn't want to start out displeasing Him. After several, long, agonising moments, she heard a metallic sound. "Be very still," He said. She felt the metal against her skin as He began cutting her clothes off.
