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I shifted in my seat anxiously. My master was driving me somewhere. He had packed a bag for us so I didn't have to prepare anything. After he led me to the car earlier, he had me put on a blindfold. I trusted him, but loss of control was something I was working on with him
After some time, he told me to put my heels up on the seat and spread my legs. He reached down and started to tickle my clit over my panties. It was such a light touch, slowly agonizing. He knew what he was doing, he wanted me swollen and in need. The only treatment was his touch. His fingers, his tongue, and his big cock inside me. But he wouldn't give me that, not until my desperate clit was at attention.
I wanted it so badly. I could feel myself throbbing, my heat on fire. It throbbed with my heartbeat as its guide. He started circling around my clit as it pulsed. He would give it a light tap, or a gentle pinch before teasing around my entrance. I squeaked or moaned with every touch, just briefly while the ghostly like touch faded away. I started gushing at this point, my clit hard as a rock and everything he desired.
He pulled over for a moment. He took my blindfold off and the sun blinded me for a moment. We were in the middle of nowhere. After my eyes adjusted, I went to look into his eyes to convey how much I needed him inside me. Instead, I saw him grinning and holding some scissors out. He grabbed the delicate fabric of my panties and carefully snipped it right above my pussy. When he let go, it fell down and you could only see my mini hard on peeking out. He moved the edges around my clit and then got out his bag. He reached in and grabbed some ointment.
I was paralyzed, what if I moved and he stopped? He clearly wants to tease me, and this wouldn't be my first denial. I sat there and soaked in my pleasure, and in my need I melted. He gently put some ointment on my clit and spread it around. He pulled back my hood and it started to grow again, stroking my tiny cock until it was glistening. Every fold was covered in this clit stimulating ointment, I could feel the chill and it made me feel like my clit might burst. I just needed someone to stroke it, to caress me and keep me warm. Then he stopped.
He gave me a kiss on my cheek, and put the car into drive. He may have stopped putting his fingers on my clit, but I could still feel his touch on me. His fingers reached down and covered my asshole, teasing it ever so gently while I could feel his absence on my pussy. He slowly pushed forward, sinking the tip of his finger into my asshole and swirling it around the entrance of my hole. My clit was an ice cube, I could feel every light gust of air from the fans on it. It tingled and felt like it stuck out like an erection, the excitement from my asshole directly connected to my clit, making the pressure and need even larger. It was huge. He withdrew his finger from my ass, then reached down and fiddled with my hard clit, putting shockwaves through my body while he strummed on my most sensitive part.
"Please baby"I whispered. "Please what?" He taunted back to me.
"Please my master, please let me cum."
"Not yet, that's not what this journey is about. Hold it."
"Yes sir" I responded, even though I wasn't sure I could take it. As we drove people went by us, usually the man driving while glancing at my wide open pussy. My clit pulsed every time they looked at me. I didn't want them, but it felt good to have them truly see me. I craved seeing them across the room while they took out their cocks and played with themselves. While they saw my pussy out in the open, exposed just for their pleasure. I want to see them stroke their big cocks for me, showing me their pre cum and walking towards me. I would want them cum all over me, and I fantasized about that while I watched my clit responding to all the attention, with no relief in sight.
When we got there we had a nice dinner after setting up our tent. While we ate he had put down a towel for me to sit on, so I sat there while the fuzz lightly tickled my clit and my cum dampened it. He noticed I was wiggling too much so he suggested we go to sleep. He had me laying on him all night, told me not to budge while my naked pussy straddled his thigh. I leaked onto him all night, after he whispered in my ear that he had something in store for me tomorrow. I couldn't move and ruin it, but god it was hard. I could feel my clit bulging into his leg, and I just wanted to stimulate it. I just wanted to cum. I slowly drifted off while dreaming of Masters cum and my own denial, those were my true dreams, wants and needs.
When I woke up Master told me I needed to be cleaned, because I'd be getting dirty again soon. He licked me all over, being gentle with sensitive areas so I wouldn't cum. Then he brought me outside, where he had clearly been up earlier setting up. There was a comfortable seat, covered with towels and pillows, a back rest and seemingly some straps in front to lock in your legs spread apart. He brought me over and placed me down, my ass rubbing on a nice velvet pillow. He strapped me in, and I was getting increasingly more nervous. I wanted this, I reminded myself. I want this.
After that things got more serious, and after clamping my lips to the side, he got a contraption of a glass box and put it over my pussy. It was shaped to fit my body, with rubber along the edges to create a seal. There was a smaller hole along the top. I could feel the clamps pulling me apart, exposing me for everyone to see. He went to get something more out of his bag, it was a small container. He wouldn't let me see what it was, and put the blindfold back on. I heard him doing something on the box after that, and then I felt something weird on my skin, on my pussy. I felt a tingle along my pussy lips, around my hole and my clit. I started to feel increasingly itchy, and then he took off the blindfold. He had poured mosquitoes into the box, and they were feasting on my blood engorged pussy. They loved my clit especially, biting it all over while they sucked out the blood. After a while, I had bumps all over me. I felt like my pussy was on fire, it itched so much it hurt. Master raised the box from me, and the bugs flew out. He had to swipe away some of the remaining stragglers, and then he scooped me up and carried me into our tent.
