It had been another good weekend, although it felt very short to her. But then, it always did. No matter how much they crammed into a few days, the adrenaline of it kept her going until she got home and crashed.
This time they met in a southeastern coastal city where Spring had already sprung, staying in a hotel converted from an antebellum townhouse. He had flown in; she had driven -- her trip enlivened by the instructions he'd given her to wear a short skirt and her anal plug, and to stop and edge for him once every hour while she was enroute. Preferably at a truck stop.
She'd managed to find two. Walking through the parking lot in her short, clingy skirt and heels had been...interesting. Wearing that plug made her walk differently, she knew. Somehow her hips rolled more, was more inviting. She could feel eyes on her. It didn't take her long at those stops to edge.
As always, having an orgasm was strictly forbidden without permission. And although she'd texted him pics and begged for that permission, she would have been surprised if he'd granted it.
She thought about their dynamic during the drive. She'd grown used to his control. She nestled into it like a kitten in a blanket. It felt like a safe base from which to make those explorations into the world of dominance and submission. A starting point. And look how far she'd already come, she thought with a kind of amazement.
There had been no hiccups this month, no punishments needed for straying from his rules. Which isn't to say that he didn't push her boundaries. Wearing her plug to work, edging herself in public places, doing her housework while wearing nipple clamps, going shopping with a cock gag in her mouth hidden by a mask...it had all been an exhilarating ride that was only enhanced when she had to tell him about it afterwards, answering his humiliating questions at length, affirming what a little slut she was. His slut. Something that aroused her with desperate ferocity.
Those tasks he'd given her had a basis in the list she'd prepared for him when they were last together. But so far, he had only played around the outline of the things she had included on it. She'd had a sense that was about to change.
And she was right. As soon as she'd arrived and undressed for his inspection, he'd put her in her cuffs and the heavy collar he kept for her. Those tokens that somehow quieted the random noise and questions in her mind. He told her that she'd be spending a lot of time on her knees, serving him, over the weekend. Pulling her against him, he growled in her ear. "How wet does that make you, my needy little whore?"
She gave him an impish look, something she never would have done a few months ago. Sliding her eyes down, she replied demurely, "You know I'm dripping, Sir. You already checked."
That earned her a rough pinch on each nipple. He held onto them, and the steadily increasing pressure of his fingers made her move forward involuntarily. She took advantage of her proximity by rubbing herself shamelessly against his cock until he swore lightly under his breath, released her nipples, then roughly kissed her, bruising her soft lips.
He made good on his promise almost immediately. She found herself on her knees, his hard cock thrust down her throat. She felt the thrill of his possession when he pulled out and came on her face, ordering her to leave it there. Marking her as his. She must have moaned her delight, because when she opened her eyes, he was looking at her with that slight grin that didn't quite match the intensity in his eyes. "Someone's a little horny," he said. "Did you enjoy following your instructions? Edging for me in truck stops like the slut you are?"
She nodded, sinking into that feeling of submissiveness he was so good at teasing out of her. Especially when she was on her knees in front of him with his come dripping down her face and onto her chest. "Yes, Sir. Your slut enjoyed it."
"Good girl. And I enjoyed your begging and the photos of your desperate, dripping pussy." He paused for a moment, threading one hand through her hair and tugging on it. Then he said, "You're still wearing your plug, I see. Are you hoping I'll fuck you long and hard there, use you like the toy you are?"
She blushed; she couldn't help it. Waves of arousal shot through her with every word he said. "Please, Sir...," she said, knowing it was too soon to start begging but unable to stop herself. "Please. I'm so...desperate. I haven't come since...since Sunday, Sir."
He chuckled. "Tell me, little one. Tell me just how desperate you are. Tell me how you twist and turn in bed at night when you're edging yourself, dripping on your sheets, grinding your needy pussy on your pillow. How you have to stop, panting, before you take it too far. Because you're an obedient little slut. Aren't you?"
She whimpered slightly and nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm your obedient little slut."
"If you're that close all the time, maybe I should deny you permission even to touch."
At her desperate moan, he chuckled again, then he studied her for a moment. As if making a decision, he nodded and reached down to loop his finger through the ring on her collar, forcing her to hands and knees as she followed closely beside him. He guided her toward the small loveseat in the window alcove of the room. Drawing aside the sheer curtain that afforded the room some privacy, he sat down, tugging her in front of him then releasing his hold on her.
She trembled slightly; she had a good idea where this was headed. It was an item from the list she'd written out for him: to be made to play with herself at a window where others could see her while he watched and directed her. He noted her dawning understanding with pleasure. Her reactions, when doing something like this -- something she wanted but found too humiliating to admit it -- were one of the things he enjoyed most about her. He loved watching her slip from embarrassment into sheer mindless arousal.
Her eyes were on his, pleading silently, as he said, "You were just begging me to let you touch yourself, pet. I've decided to grant your request. Now crawl up close to the window and face it. Closer. I want you almost touching the glass. Then lift up on your knees, as tall as you can." He waited while she positioned herself.
"That's it," he said. "You may edge for me. Rub yourself. Open those pussy lips and tease your needy clit. If anyone should look up, make sure they can see what a little whore you are -- unable to keep your hands off yourself."
She made a little sound of acknowledgement, her eyes darting quickly out the window and down. Just one glance, then she closed her eyes, not wanting to see more. Hoping no one would notice the slut in the window. She put her hands between her legs and spread herself wide, feeling her pussy twitch and become wetter even before she started to play with herself.