Clarice and share a long, deep tender kiss.
"Well, come on, . You heard what your mistress said."
You quickly compose yourself and try to neaten up. Then, you turn to look at who smiles nastily at you as you head out the door.
Clarice leads you quickly through the office and out to the parking garage.
She drives a large, black Volvo and remotely unlocks it as the two of you approach.
She drives you the few blocks to a nearby hardware store where she jots down a quick list and sends you in to shop.
You step into the shop and purchase the items on the list: rope, some chain, some eye screws, garden bamboo stakes and some other bits and pieces.
You step back out to find Clarice talking quietly into her mobile phone. She finishes the call--obviously to --and hangs up as you arrive.
She takes your bag from you, rifles through it quickly, then hops into the back seat of the car.
You slide in to the passenger seat and she gets quickly to work.
"Undo your trousers." She orders.
You quickly undo your belt and unzip your pants. She pulls your pants and boxers down to about mid-thigh, letting your hard cock spring upright, forming a makeshift tent under the bottom of your dress shirt.
She ties your wrists to the brackets underneath your seat which immobilises your arms and keeps them at your sides, pulled slightly behind you. Next, she wraps a rope around your chest, running under your arm pits which goes completely around the seat and your body, holding you firmly pressed into the seat. To finish, she gets back into the front seat, leans over and ties your ankles to the front part of the seat bracket.
You're absolutely pinned to the seat, helpless to move more than to wiggle a bit left or right.
She buckles your seat belt, "It wouldn't do to be pulled over by the police in your state." She laughs.
"Thanks," you say, dryly.
Clarice seems to take the long way to 's house. She drives you around for at least 20 minutes before even looking like she's heading for 's house.
It's strange. Even though you're tied up, no one looking at you from the road can see your bonds. To them, you must look perfectly normal. Like a guy driving around with his sexy young, brunette girlfriend.
Clarice largely ignores you during the drive.
But, at each stoplight, she reaches over and teases your cock or balls with her long fingernails. Sometimes dragging them gently over your sensitive skin. Other times, gently pinching your ball sack or digging her nails into the head of your cock. Just enough attention to keep you fully erect and excited.
"Are you hungry?"
"No...why? I thought we were going to 's place?"
"We're making a stop first. Think about it."
She drives around the corner and pulls into the drive through of the McBurger restaurant.
"Want anything?"
"No, I'm grand, thanks."
Clarice reaches over into your pants and removes your wallet. She rifles through it, pulling out a tenner.
"It's on you," she laughs, dropping your wallet onto the floorboad.
McBurger has a two window system. One to order and pay for your food and one to pick up your order.
There are two cars ahead of you in line, so it is stop and start for a few minutes, moving slowly around the building, before you get to the first window.
"Lucky you. Looks like we have a pretty young one to take our order."
The car in front of you is giving in its order and you can just make out a pony-tailed girl of about 18 in the drive through window.
You realise that even though the girl will be on Clarice's side of the car, she will have a clear view of you, if she chooses to look.
Clarice reaches over, pulling your pants up a bit and pushing your shirt down so that your erect cock and balls are surrounded by clothes.
"We don't want to be too obvious, do we?"
"Thanks."
It's your turn. Clarice pulls the car forward to the window.
"Hello, can I take your order?"
"Yeah, a large soda, chocolate milkshake and a large fries."
"Will that be all?"
"I think so."
Clarice passes in your tenner and, when the girl hands back her change she points at you.
"What do you think?"
The girl is a bit confused. She actually hadn't noticed your predicament until now.
"Uh...he's out there...isn't he?"
"He's my slave. Look, he's tied up and everything. I can just play with him as much as I want." She reaches over, grabbing your cock in her hand and pulling it side to side to emphasise her point.
The girl giggles.
"That looks like fun. I wish I was off so I could have a better look."
"Well...," Clarice looks at her nametag, "Joanne, I may have to get in touch with you sometime. He just loves to meet new people."
"Sorry to cut this short, but there's a line...go ahead and drive forward." Then, speaking into her headset, "Siobhan, have a good look at the passenger in the next car."
Clarice drives to the next window where three McBurger girls and a guy are waiting with her order. They all cram together in the window, pointing and laughing at your predicament.
Clarice really plays to the group. She pulls your trousers down and hikes up your shirt, really exposing your cock to their view.
"Nice cock, sir!"
"Guess we know who wears the trousers in this relationship!"
"Does he do parties?"
The car behind you begins to honk its horn, so the lead McBurger girl passes the order to Clarice and laughs loudly as you drive off. |