"Carina, come in here" – she heard him call from the bedroom. She walked in, and saw him standing near the bed, which had an outfit laid out on it. Put this on he ordered. She slipped out of her jeans and sweater, and picked up the shirt. "Bra and panties off too" he ordered. She hesitated, then obeyed – stripping naked before putting on the short full skirt and button up blouse. She slipped into the heels laying on the floor and stood before him for his inspection. He reached over and tweaked her nipple before sliding his hand up her skirt to feel her wetness.
"Let's go for a ride". She obediently followed him to the garage and slipped into the passenger seat. It was a lovely day so the convertible top on the vintage mustang was already down in preparation. She loved this car. They had taken many rides in it, usually with her stroking his dick until he pulled off the road and laid her over the hood to fuck her from behind when he could no longer stand it.
They drove through the neighborhood, heading towards the interstate. As they sat as a stop light, he ordered her to put her hands behind her head and grab the bars at the base of the headrest. She heard and felt him put the handcuffs on her wrists, threaded through the headrest to keep her hands where he wanted them. They continued onto the highway, pulling into the left lane and quickly speeding up so they were racing down the highway.
He pulled up next to a semi, and slowed so his speed matched the other driver. She could see the trucker looking out his window, checking out the Mustang and the girl riding in the passenger seat. He reached over, and began unbuttoning her blouse. With the buttons undone, the blouse opened in the wind, showing her tits to the trucker and the world. She squirmed around, trying to cover herself, but with her hands bounds there was really nothing she could do to prevent it.
He kept pace with the truck, and began pinching and fondling her responsive nipples. Against her will, she felt her nipples hardening in the wind with the attention of his fingers. He pulled the chained nipple clamps out of the console and attached them to her nipples, leaving the chain dangling between. With a wave and a roar of the motor he accelerated past the truck. He waved again and the trucker gave an appreciative blast of his horn.
He listened on the CB in the car to the trucker alerting the trucks in front of him to the moving show that was about to come their way. As he pulled up next to the next semi, the driver already had the window down and was leaning out to watch them pull up. He slowed to the trucks speed, and then grabbed the chain, pulling until her breasts and nipples were stretched in front of her, her back arching as far from the seat as she could get with her hands bound to the headrest. He began surging forward a little, pulling the chain in time and then slowing the car and releasing – almost as if the car itself was pulling the chain and not him. He amused himself this was for a few miles before waving and speeding off, looking for the next truck.