We drove for several minutes into a rather secluded part of town, until she pulled over in front of a dark, seemingly empty building. There were no signs or any indication of what it might be. The redhead reached into the back seat and pulled out a duffel bag. She opened it, and I couldn't believe what I saw -ball gags, whips, rope, and all sorts of BDSM gear!
She dug around inside the bag, and pulled out a small leather collar with a ring on the front, which she snapped around my neck. Then she pulled out a metal leash which she attached to the ring on the leash.
"For the rest of the evening, my name is Mistress Suzie, and that is what you'll refer to me as. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Suzie."
"Good slut," she said. She then placed a ball gag from her bag on me, threw the duffel bag strap onto her shoulder, and told me to get out of the car. I obeyed.
When we both got out, she still had the duffle bag, and she reached in and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She then locked my hands behind my back, and said, "I need you to go in there more turned on then you've ever been. Get on the hood of the car."
I did, to the bet of my ability. She then grabbed my panties and pulled them down till they hung around one ankle. She slowly inserted one finger into my pussy, and I rolled my eyes back at the pleasant feeling. She began to finger me faster and harder, so expertly, putting her fingers right onto my g-spot and her thumb on my clit. It was the best fingering I had ever had, and I'd had quite a few.
My moans were powerful but were muffled against the ball gag. She kept up her steady pace, getting me hotter and hotter, until I was again on the verge of orgasm. That's when she pulled out.
I tried to scream and plead for release, but the ball gag was in the way. Suzie clearly wanted to hear my agony, because she removed the ball gag. "Please, Mistress Suzie...please.....make me cum....I need it....I'll do anything.....oh god, please, please.....I need it......oh god....." My hips were bucking up and down, trying to fuck an imaginary lover. My ass was banging hard against the hood of her car.
"I told you, slave, I need you turned on when we go into the club. Now, you're as hot as you'll ever be." She re-did my panties, then pulled me off the car and forced me to my knees. She grabbed my hair and held my head over the hood, telling me to lick my juices off her hood. I obeyed. The feeling of powerlessness just made me even hornier and made my need for release even worse.
She re-did the ball gag. Then she ordered me to follow her to the building while she held my leash. I did as ordered, and when she opened the door, I was shocked at what I saw. |