A small, deserted parking lot on the outskirts of town has been the location of many mundane things. Mostly, it is used by families to park their cars, before taking their pets and over-active children in to the woods for some exercise, fresh air, or both. This warm August evening it would witness a much more bizarre and interesting event, which would be much more telling of the leisure pursuits of a completely different section of mankind.
A large dark car slowed and came full stop under a solitary yellow streetlight. It sat still like a large black beetle waiting for a decision to be made.
Its indicators flashed red and the engine switched off.
Moments later, a tall man in a charcoal grey suit stooped out of the BMW and sauntered over to the boot. He clicked at the electronic lock, and the boot door eased open. The tall man sniggered; 'Everything okay in there? Did we enjoy the ride?'
A much higher pitched voice came from the boot; 'Haha, very funny.
Oooft, is this the place? Do I get out?' The man smiled; 'Yes, let me help you. Just stand up straight'. A small figure slowly, carefully stood up in the car boot and raised itself to its full height. The tall man put his arms around the figure's waist and pressed it to his shoulder. The figure bent itself over his shoulder and was deftly lift out of the boot and set down on the grass verge. The two figures were in stark contrast. The tall man had short salt-n-pepper hair and wore a black shirt with his grey suit. From a distance he was almost a shadow in the gloom of the surrounding woods. Next to him stood a female figure semi-clad in latex. The black latex glinted under the streetlight and was a shade so black it would be noticeable in almost any surrounding.
Only her bare caramel-coloured legs gave away she was human.
The female steadied herself and drew herself to her full height. She took some deep breaths while the grey man closed the boot and locked the car.
Ross turned towards Madelyne; ' I've just checked the clock, Maddy. We're about 15 minutes early. This is absolutely fine, as we can just relax and take in some air while our friends get here.''
Ross led Madelyne over to the side of the car and leant her backside against a passenger door. He stood next to her, facing the other way, and slowly eased his hand in to her grown area. Her quim was covered by a thin panel of black latex, but it could still easily be stimulated by an amorous hand. ' You okay in there, Maddy?'.
Maddy nodded; ' Uh,Uh, Uh...Mmmh,...hmmm,...Yeah, thank you. That's always the first place you check, isn't it?' Ross guffawed a loud, short laugh and continued rubbing Maddy's pussy. He playfully wedged his hand past her labia and massaged the black material in to the slit. The latex clung to her labia and created a very pretty obsidian cameltoe. Maddy squirmed as Ross tried to get more even coverage of latex over each, now distending, labia.
Maddy groaned and groaned again when she tried to move away from her torturer. She realised full well she couldn't. She leant her backside on the car and Ross was holding her steady with either one, or both hands. Besides this, it mostly had to do with the way she was dressed. One hour ago, Ross, her dominant, had lubed her torso and eased her in to a latex long-sleeved leotard.
He had stretched a black latex hood over her small head, and carefully zipped it closed down the back. He got her to stick her arms in to a black latex straightjacket. Her arms were slowly pulled around her and strapped in place behind her. The straightjacket was closed up with a zip and four adjustable straps were pulled tight. Ross had let her adjust for a few seconds and encouraged her to struggle and release herself. He smiled a wry little smile as he watched her fighting the straightjacket, knowing the jacket would only hug her tightly and render her arms useless.
He finalised the ensemble by attaching a large posture collar to her neck, strapping it tight, putting black knee pads on her legs and lifting her feet in to black trainers and lacing them.
Maddy wondered if she would enjoy all this attention more if it was under duress. She felt entirely helpless; a piece of furniture to be moved about. The very thought voided her mind and made it a struggle to think coherent thoughts. Subspace, Ross had called it. Whatever it was, she was used to it now and quite enjoyed the feeling. She was glad for the mask, even though she knew her face and hair would be a mess underneath. She could feel the sweat pooling inside her mask and her hair clinging to her scalp. Her hair was short now.
Another one of the changes she had undergone to please her 'boss'.
Most of this was her idea and she smiled to herself for decisions well-taken.
She had contacted Ross B by e-mail four months ago in the hope for knowledgeable sadomasochistic play. Ross B was a professional dominant and his website looked legitimate and reputable. Well, as reputable as sex workers do get.
Her boyfriend, Mark, had encouraged her to write in to the dungeon, after many lengthy and sometimes painful conversations about her dreams of kinky sex. She loved Mark, but he wasn't willing or able to deliver what she wanted to experience. So Mark started googling. He found Ross B's website. They e-mailed the dungeon owner. Ross said yes. Ross and Maddy had known each other for four months now. Intimately.
'Hey, hey, hey, ...waken up'. Ross touched the slave's black-clad shoulder. 'You need to perform in a few minutes'. 'No zoning out now.' 'Do you want some water?'
Maddy shook her head to shake the grogginess away; ' Yes sorry, yes please, boss.' Maddy preferred to call Ross 'boss' or 'chief', as 'master' seemed too 'Oh, the children of the night, what sweet music they make'...cheesy.
Ross put the mouth of a bottle to her lips and lukewarm water trickled down her throat. She swallowed thankfully. Being ferried in the trunk of a car, was another one of her fantasies. Another fantasy that Ross was only happy to carry out. However, being transported in a hot trunk for thirty minutes on a hot August evening may not have been the most clever decision. She tried to move again. Sweat sploshed inside her leotard and dripped down her legs.
Ross inhaled; 'They're here. Let's get going'. Ross pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket and held it out for Maddy to see. A blindfold. Maddy took a second to register and then nodded her consent. Ross turned her round and soft leather darkness covered her eyes. 'Oww, Oww, Oww! bzzp, bzzp, bzzzp!'.
Maddy; 'Oh! that is a low blow. While I can't see! Knock it off, Dracula.'
Ross sighed; 'Sorry my dear, I know how much you hate a tazapper, but I need you to waken up.' 'You have a few gents to meet and...pleasure.'
She heard the clink of her leash being attached to her collar and a sharp pull, jerked the black sphere of her immobile head forward.'
She was lead forward. She couldn't see the ground and it wasn't always even.
She stumbled twice but recovered quickly.
She could hear and feel the crunch of the seashell path leading in to the woods. Led in to the dark woods, by the strangest of men, helpless as a babe.
Maddy bit her lip. She could be really bloody stupid sometimes.
They walked for a few minutes. She felt like she was sailing through uncharted black waters, not herself piloting her ship. As she walked the latex wedged itself deeper in to her pussy, making her ungainly walk even more awkward and humiliating.
