I saw her on the corner trying to flag a cab. She had her hair up in a high pony tail, a red dress that hugged her curves, came down to the middle of her thighs and had a deep V-neck with no sleeves. On her feet were red 4 inch stilettos.
"Roger, you see that lady in red on the corner?"
"Yes, sir..."
"You know what to do."
"Yes, sir."
Roger pulled my limo over to the curb in front of her. I lowered my tinted window, and with my best smile,
"Need a ride?"
She smiled back but was a little hesitant. I opened my door and slid over to let her in. But I had to smile wider before she finally thought I was probably safe enough.
"Where to Ms.?"
"Franklin and 2nd, please. Thank you."
"Roger?"
"Yes, sir." The glass divider and my window went up as we pulled out onto the street and started driving.
She looked small, sitting there on the leather seat of my limo. She glanced over at the seat opposite her to see a box that was wrapped in ribbon. She studied the box with confusion. But before she could speak or react, I reached over to her far side, and turned her over quickly, her knees landing on the limo floor, her belly pressed against the seat and her face smashed into the soft leather seat back. Within seconds I had a strap that resembled the middle seat belt around her and buckled. I pulled tight, pressing her further into the chair, her neck craned up and to the right, her knees dug into the floor, and her back arching forward, further into the chair, forcing her ass up high.
A look of horror and fear crossed her face, as she tried to reach for the buckle release. I grabbed her wrists and brought them back behind the small of her back. I had had the strap custom made, with wrist restraints made to slide along the strap. I put her wrists into the restraints, her forearms ending up parallel to each other and the floor.
She started yelling obscenities, but I just smiled at her. The limo also had leg restraints bolted to the wall under the seat, so I fastened those around her thighs, with a little more positioning, forcing her ass even higher. She started to cry, but still kept up her shouting.
I reached over to the box, and pulled out a pair of scissors. I opened and closed them a couple times to hear the sheering metal. This made her quiet down as more fear seamed to pour out of her. I slowly started cutting her dress, careful not the hurt the flesh underneath. Up and over her ass, I could see she was wearing a black lacey thong. I continued, and when reaching her arms, I lifted them up to get them and the harness over her back out of the way. After cutting enough from underneath, I put her arms down and continued cutting up her back, carefully moving her hair out of the way. She also wore a matching black lacey bra.
I finally cut the top of her dress and it just sat there revealing the middle of her back, her skin shone nicely in the dim light. I quickly cut the shoulder straps of the dress and the straps and back of her bra. I moved my focus to her thong, which I slowly pulled out of her ass, which made her whimper, and I cut that strip of cloth, leaving the waist band intact. I let the cut strip hang down between her legs revealing her ass hole and cunt to the air.
I put the scissors away and pulled out a dildo and some KY, all while looking at her luscious skin and ass. I set the dildo and KY on the seat next to her, within her field of vision, and I saw her tense up as I slowly pulled my shirt off.