Thinking about getting off an airplane, wearing clothes that are not comfy for a flight, a tank top or bandeau with fabric so thin you can see my puffy nipples sticking through clear as day. Wearing tiny jean shorts with no panties, and a pair of heels.
Ive only packed two bags, and i have them both. You put them in the backseat, making small talk about my flight, my clothes. How i’m gonna be useful to you. But when i go to sit up front you stop me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, pulling me away. You’re not angry, just a bit confused. “Animals don’t sit up front.”
You pull me to the trunk and open it, urging me inside. You close the trunk as soon as i’m in. When you get to the front seat, you call back to me: “You have five minutes to strip and put on whats back there. If i don’t hear everything working I’m going to leave you like that on the side of the road for someone else. Put your clothes over the seat when you finish.”
I assess the objects quickly. Lube, a plug, a ball gag, a blindfold, a vibe, some rope. A collar. I stsrt with the lube, slipping the plug inside after with ease. The color is comfortable, hanging at the base of my neck. The ballgag is almost too big, my jaw all the way open to accommodate it. I figure out how to tie the vibrator to me so it’ll constantly touch my clit. I manage to turn it on. I slip the blindfold over my eyes snd feel around for wherever i put my clothes and drop them where i think the seat is. I hear you say “good girl” and i’m not sure if its genuine or condescending.
The pleasure starts to build, getting me closer and closer to orgasm. Moans tumble out of my mouth. Drool is already pooling on the floor. Before i can get to orgasm, the vibe weakens. When i groan, you laugh. “By the time we’re home, you’ll be so broken for me.”
A few seconds later, the vibe turns back on.
