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What happens when they get home is anyones guess! (M-dom/F, reluc, oral, bd) *** The plane was nearly two hours late. After so very long, they were finally going to meet in real life, or “IRL” as they joked. He stood, and made his way towards the gate where the passengers would emerge from their ordeal. Just what had happened, he wasn’t sure. Something about a delay at one of the lay-over stops. The doors opened, and weary travelers emerged. Some looked dazed, others grumpy. Mostly, they looked glad to be home. She emerged at the end of the throng, as the last of the flight crew ushered everyone off with a wave and a plastic smile. “Bye-bye!” She was even lovelier than he had imagined, since the pictures they had exchanged never did her justice. They had “met” years earlier, in an internet chat room. They had teased each other, and soon found that they enjoyed their conversations. Soon, letters, telephone calls and pictures were exchanged, as well as hopes, dreams, and fantasies. And now, finally, this. It was Thursday, and she would be there with him until the following Monday. Four days of memories to make. She looked around, afraid that he wouldn’t be there. In fact, she didn’t see him until he was at her side, whispering “Boo!” in her ear. She turned, smiled, and was suddenly wrapped in his arms, their mouths eagerly searching for each other. “I can’t believe I’m finally here,” she managed to gasp after several minutes. His eyes shone with delight as he looked down at her. “Let’s get your luggage and get out of here,” he grinned. Half an hour later, they were making their way out to the far end of the parking lot. Hands were clasped as they walked in the warm Summer night, anticipating what lay ahead for them. “I see you wore what I told you to,” he nodded with approval. She was wearing a snug blouse that accentuated her full breasts, a long skirt, and open-toe sandals, but no jewelry. “Right down to the panties,” she grinned. They were plain white cotton. “And did you take care of yourself on the flight?” “About a dozen times,” she laughed. “The stewardess thought I was sick, they way I kept going to the bathroom. Right now my panties are so soaked from me masturbating, you would think I had peed on myself!” He laughed with her as they continued to the last vehicle in the row. “I thought you had a Jeep,” she smiled, watching as he opened the back door and stowed her bags. “I do,” he answered. “But I have other needs and this fits the bill, so to speak.” “I never figured you for a ‘mini-van’ type of guy,” she laughed. He shrugged his shoulders. “I know it’s not glamorous, but what the hell.” He winked. Suddenly, he turned and placed both hands on her shoulders. “Tell me why you’re here.” The question surprised her. “Why…? To be with you! I want to be here with you.” “Good,” he smiled as he opened the side door. “Get in the back and strip.” “What? People will see, and…” He cupped her chin firmly in his hand, and she couldn’t turn her face. His eyes burned into hers. “You have a choice to make. You can either be a good girl and do as I say, or we can turn around and go back inside so I can put you on the next flight home.” Tears shimmered slightly in her eyes. That was the last thing she wanted. “I’ll be a good girl,” she whispered. “I’ll be good.” “You certainly will.” She climbed in, and was slightly relieved to see that the windows were heavily tinted, so there might be some privacy for what was in store for her. He stood in the doorway of the van, watching her, his eyes glinting with delight. She slipped out of her top and bra, placing them on the seat. Then the skirt and panties came off. The sandals remained on, at his instruction. He got in, and slid the door shut. “I am thinking that after such a long flight, you might be hungry.” She needed no further instruction. She knelt on the carpeted floor and undid the top of his jeans, and slid them down. His boxers came next, and she could see him growing larger, in the dim light that filtered through the windows from the parking lot lights. Opening her mouth slightly, she placed her lips on the top of his penis, and let her tongue flick lightly across it. He sighed at the sensation, and she smiled. Taking a breath, she lowered her mouth down and formed a rigid circle with her lips around his shaft. Ever so slowly, she started moving her head up and down, allowing her tongue to swirl around him as her saliva got him wet. “That’s my good girl,” he said softly. The words were music to her ears. Emboldened, she took him further in her mouth, letting her teeth drag slightly on his flesh. Again, his groan told her she was pleasing him greatly. She started to clasp one hand around the base of his penis, when he stopped her. “No hands,” he instructed. “Just your magnificent mouth.” She nodded slightly, feeling him swell further in her mouth. Up and down, ever so slowly, varying the depths into which he slid into her mouth. Sometimes she would let him slide forward almost to the point where her lips were just at the edged of his helmet, and other times, she would take him so far into her, that she felt him at the back of her throat, ready to slide further. It was all she could do to suppress her gag reflex. A final groan told her that he was ready. She wrapped her lips around him as tightly as she could, and as she tasted the warm salty eruption come into her mouth, she swirled her tongue madly to make sure every last drop was coaxed up and out into her waiting mouth. Like the good girl that she was, she swallowed every last drop. When he was finished and managed to catch his breath, he placed a finger under her chin, and lifted her face so he could look into her sparkling eyes. “I have a little something for you,” and with that, he snapped a collar around her neck. The heart shaped tag on it bore her name. “Thank-you,” she whispered. She knew that as long as she wore it, she would be his. He shifted slightly and pulled up his jeans. “It’s a forty minute drive home, so we should get started.” She started to move, but he indicated that she was to sit in the back, behind him on the bench seat. As she did, he slipped a metal dog leash from behind the seat, between the seat and back, so that she was sitting on it. The leash was secured to the seat frame behind her. A cardboard box was opened and he removed a pair of handcuffs. He placed them on her wrists, and then snapped the clasp of the leash around the chain that held the two cuffs. She was secured to the seat, hands down, with the cool metal chain riding up between her ass-cheeks, and rubbing against her clit. “How does that feel?” he asked. “Good,” she panted. He picked up her panties, and held them to his face. He could easily detect her scent there, and yes, they were damp. He would enjoy tasting the source of that dampness later that night when they got back to his home. “Open wide,” he stated. And the panties were placed in her mouth, effectively gagging her. To make sure the panties stayed in place; he then took out a roll of duct tape, and tore off a long strip. It went across her face, followed by a second, and then a third. Her face was covered, ear to ear, from the bottom of her nose, to just under the curve of her chin. Next, he pulled out two clothespins. They were clamped around each of her nipples. He could see the areola getting darker from the pressure. To ensure the clothespins remained on for the duration of the ride, more duct tape was utilized, marking a large “X” across the front of each breast, over them. “Now don’t go anywhere,” he smiled. As if she could! He climbed to the front of the van, and started it. Suddenly, she realized in horror that when he stopped at the toll plaza to pay for his parking, she would be visible! Twisting as quickly as she could, she managed to duck down sufficiently behind his seat as they approached the tollbooth. Her wrists hurt as the metal cut slightly into them, and the chain pinched her tender clit, but she was not seen. He watched her antics in the rear-view mirror and chuckled. He paid the fee, and soon they were on the highway. Sitting back up, she watched the darkened landscape drift by. In the front of the van, he placed a Frank Sinatra CD in the stereo and began to softly sing along. The tape pulled at her skin and the pain from the clothespins was beginning to turn from a “sting” to a dull ache. She knew that when they were removed later and the blood started flowing again, they would hurt like hell. A tear trickled down her cheek, and she smiled as best she could. All in all, the weekend was off to a magnificent start. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 38