Michelle was ready. She was standing at the door waiting for Jeff to come and open it for
her, since she couldn’t do it herself. A storm of butterflies raced through her stomach
as she stood there, helpless, wondering where he was going to take her.
As per her instructions, Michelle had packed a few items to wear to go home in. In a
small bag she had brought a pair of black, tight-fitting jeans and a bright red t-shirt
with a dragon emblazoned on it. She had also packed a pair of running shoes; much more
comfortable than her heels she came in as well as a pair of panties and a few personal
items.
Jeff had dressed Michelle in her own jeans and shoes. After undoing her rope hobble,
Jeff brought in a pair of black latex panties that sported not only their own vibrator,
but also a forest of nubs the rubbed against her puss every time she moved, sending a
shower of pleasure gushing through her. He had pulled them on her himself, making sure
that the gel vibe was fully inside her. Currently the vibe was off and that was a good
thing because Jeff had ordered her not to cum until he told her she could. Jeff had
pulled on her jeans as well as her shoes and retied her hobble.
The red t-shirt, however, was still in her bag. After taking one look at it, he had
decided that it was much too tight for what he had in mind. Instead, he took out of his
closet an UCLA sweat shirt, the kind that had a hood and pockets in the front. After
attaching a pair of chained nipple clamps to her stiffened nipples, he pulled the shirt
over her head with her arms still bound behind her back to the rope harness. The
bulkiness of the garment hid the fact she was bound. He filled the long sleeves with a
few rags and stuck the ends of them in the pockets, thus helping the illusion he was
trying to create. The black leather collar still encircled her throat and the leather gag
still filled her mouth. He pulled the hood over her head to help hide her face.
Michelle was ready.
Jeff appeared beside her with the coat she was wearing when she came over in the other
night draped over his forearm.
“Ready,” he asked, grabbing the end of her leash.
Michelle ‘ummmmph’ed her reluctance.
Jeff opened the door and gave Michelle’s leash a tug. The early afternoon sun was warm
and she could hear the sounds of lawnmowers and birds creating a quiet urban symphony.
The hobble let Michelle take small steps and she hurried to keep up with Jeff. She did
not want anyone to see her like this, especially with Jeff pulling her leash. She was so
focused on keeping up and not tripping that she was surprised when they reached the curb
and her car.
“Got your keys?” Jeff asked her.
“Nnuhhh,” she shook her head. Her keys were in her coat pocket.
“Are they with your purse inside?”
Again, Michelle shook her head and tried to tell him through her gag.
“I better go back and get them. I will be right back.”
The oriental girl was petrified as he left her standing by her car door. She bowed her
head and hoped none of the neighbors would notice her hobbles and leash. The butterflies
in her stomach now had turned into wasps as she held her breath, waiting.
The fear of being discovered also fueled the smoldering desires inside of her. The latex
panties were doing their job, massaging her slit with its tendrils and causing whorls of
pleasure rushing through her.
Finally, Jeff appeared at her side again.
“I found them in your coat,” he said holding them up for her inspection, “Why didn’t you
tell me they were there?”
Michelle gave him an exasperated moan as he unlocked her door and helped her into the
passenger-side seat. Getting in was difficult because of the hobbles, but Michelle sat
herself down first then swung her legs inside. Once in, Jeff adjusted and fastened her
seatbelt and got in on his side.
“Okay, since it has been my place for the past few days, I thought we might try yours,”
Jeff said as he started her car and eased it away from the curb, “I hope you don’t mind.
Not that it matters much.”
It wasn’t as if Michelle hadn’t had guys up in her apartment before, but this was a bit
different. He was in control, not her. Really, she had little say in the matter. The
gag made sure of that. No, all she could do is settle in her seat and have more
nightmares of being seen like this in her own building.
Jeff fished something out of his pocket; a remote. At a stop sign, he turned and smiled
at her as he turned it on.
“Remember, no cumming until I give you permission.”
The vibrator started to pulse within her, sending a fresh wave of bliss through her. The
buzz throbbed off and on, causing her to writhe in her seat. The safety belt kept her
well pinned, however, and with the way she was tied, she could do little but enjoy the
feeling.
“I hope you’re not enjoying yourself too much,” Jeff said, “People might be watching.”
Jeff switched the vibrator on full.
Michelle moaned into her gag as her small, slender body arched against the belt. She
opened her eyes a second to see if anyone was watching. The hood cloaked most of her
face, thankfully. They were driving down one of the main streets now and the traffic was
a bit on the busy side. She closed her eyes and moaned again as another wave of fiery
bliss washed through her.
The thought of being discovered added to her fires in a way Michelle hadn’t dreamed of.
Each time they stopped at a light or slowed for a turn, the mixture of dread and desire
made her pleasure soar that much more. She could feel her climax starting to swell inside
her ...
“We’re here,” Jeff said in a sing-song manner.
Michelle opened her eyes and saw that they were in the far corner of her apartment
buildings parking lot. It would be an eternity before they would get to the front door
hobbled the way she was, an eternity that she would be on the apartment building’s
security cameras. It was one of the reasons she had chosen to live here. Now Michelle
was wishing that the security here wasn’t quite so attentive.
Jeff leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her sweatshirt hood back.
“Do you want to cum, slave?” Jeff asked her, looking into her dark, almond-shaped eyes.
Michelle nodded. The purring vibrator inside her was quickly elevating the orgasmic
storm inside her. The bound girl didn’t know how much longer she could hold off cumming.
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