We stood in the driveway, looking at a scratch on my new car. It was about 11pm and the canopy of trees over the driveway kept out any light from the street. After a pause, He pushed me up against the back of his truck. He kissed me, pressing his body against mine. His hands roamed over my breasts and up under my shirt. He pulled my bra up over my breasts and pinched my nipples. He twisted and pinched harder, looking at my face for a reaction.
When I could not hold back any longer, I cried out quietly and closed my eyes. I didn't want to draw attention to what he was doing. As he held my nipples and continued to pinch, the sharp pain dulled to an ache and I was able to open my eyes. I looked at him calmly until he twisted harder.
Finally, he let me go and I moved to go inside the house, but he had something else in mind. He caught me by the neck and slammed me back against the truck. I stared at him, eyes wide with shock. He reached down and unzipped my jeans. I whined slightly and murmured "no" into his ear. I didn't want to be exposed.
He stood back and smiled that cruel smile that I know so well. "Pull down your pants." I paused. He snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Down. Now. Your panties too." I reluctantly pulled them down to my mid-thighs and looked around. There were no cars coming and none of the neighbors were out. But if a car came around the corner...
"All the way, Kitten," he growled and he pulled my pants all the way to my ankles. He pushed me back against the truck and felt between my legs. My pussy was wet already and he quickly brought me to orgasm with his fingers. I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder in case anyone was watching, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
He pulled away and put his hand on the back of my neck. "Come with me," he cooed, "leave your pants down." I shuffled after him, quickly realizing that he was leading me to the end of the driveway, away from shelter of the trees. He led me right to the edge of the street and stepped away from me. I looked around at him, panicked. I barely noticed when the wind started whipping up and thunder started rolling in the background.
"Daddy, please...," I trailed off. He had walked back up the driveway. I could still hear his footsteps, but I couldn't see him anymore.
"Stay where you are, Kitten," he called out from behind me. I closed my eyes and waited for him, flinching at every car engine and door-slam that I heard.
Finally, I felt his hands on my ass. He leaned down and pulled my pants back up and fastened them as lightning started to flash all around us. He pulled me close to him and breathed in my hair. "Such a good girl," he sighed as he looked down at me. I smiled at him despite myself. The lightning lit up his face. God, His eyes looked so beautiful. How did he ever find me?
We were laughing and hugging as the thunder grew louder. The wind tossed my hair and blew all around us. Quietly, rain began to fall - lightly at first then building to a driving rain. We stood there, drenched and staring into each others' eyes, smiling like two silly kids in love.
"Let's get you inside, Kitten," he said as he hugged me tight one last time. He took my hand and we ran inside, our feet splashing in puddles all the way.
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Rear Window
He led me into the back bedroom. I noticed immediately that all of the windows and shades were wide open. And that I was naked.
Anyone in the apartment building behind my building or in the adjacent parking lot would be able to see me from the bed. In the moonlight, my pale skin would glow in the darkness and every inch of me would be visible. Anyone would see what he would do to me.
"Can I close the shades?," I asked in my smallest voice. Even before he started smiling his devilish smile, I knew that the answer would be no.
"Go stand in front of the windows," he ordered. "Face the window," he clarified when I stood to the side with my back turned. "Now, touch your breasts."
I felt like such a fool as I stood there fondling my own breasts. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see if there was anyone watching me from below.
I heard him come up behind me. "Open your eyes, slut," he growled slowly. He put my palms down on the windowsill. "I want you to see everything. I want you to see whoever is watching me fuck you." He bent me at the waist and entered me from behind. He pulled back on my hair, snapping my head up so I had no choice but to look out.
He pulled out of me and turned me to him. He pinched my nipples as he stared down at me. I writhed before him and he pinched harder, twisting them until my knees buckled and I cried out.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock so everyone can see," he ordered. I sunk to my knees, self-conscious but so absorbed by him that I didn't quite care.
Anyone in the apartment building behind my building or in the adjacent parking lot would be able to see me from the bed. In the moonlight, my pale skin would glow in the darkness and every inch of me would be visible. Anyone would see what he would do to me.
"Can I close the shades?," I asked in my smallest voice. Even before he started smiling his devilish smile, I knew that the answer would be no.
"Go stand in front of the windows," he ordered. "Face the window," he clarified when I stood to the side with my back turned. "Now, touch your breasts."
I felt like such a fool as I stood there fondling my own breasts. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to see if there was anyone watching me from below.
I heard him come up behind me. "Open your eyes, slut," he growled slowly. He put my palms down on the windowsill. "I want you to see everything. I want you to see whoever is watching me fuck you." He bent me at the waist and entered me from behind. He pulled back on my hair, snapping my head up so I had no choice but to look out.
He pulled out of me and turned me to him. He pinched my nipples as he stared down at me. I writhed before him and he pinched harder, twisting them until my knees buckled and I cried out.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock so everyone can see," he ordered. I sunk to my knees, self-conscious but so absorbed by him that I didn't quite care.
Party
"Meet me inside the house in 5 minutes," He whispered in my ear as I stood by the picnic table, setting out plastic utensils for dinner. I looked at him sharply. He wasn't kidding.
"What about L.?," I whispered back. "If she finds us in her house, she'll kill me!"
"Just do it, Kitten," he said softly and smiled sweetly.
I found him sitting on the couch inside. The house was quiet except for the sound of voices out the window from the backyard. I heard my friends laughing as I went over to him.
He reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down. I looked toward the doorway quickly, sure that we would be discovered. He took my panties and tucked them into his pocket.
"Sit, Kitten," he ordered. I sat next to him and he spread my legs open with his hand. "Can you come for me?," he whispered.
I nodded slowly. I could already feel the wetness building. My clit was throbbing before he even slid his hand up my thigh to touch my pussy. When he made contact, I felt an electric jolt throughout my body. He only had to finger me for a few seconds before I was coming, gripping his fingers with my cunt.
"Please, can I come?," I gasped, almost too late. He said yes and I could finally let go. I bit back my moans. He eased his fingers out of me and slid my dress back down.
"Can I have my panties back now?," I asked quietly as I hear footfalls on the steps to the back door of the house. Someone was coming inside.
"No," he smirked. "If you're a good girl, you can have them back at the end of the day." L. came into the room and found us sitting together on the couch, the perfect picture of a happy, innocent couple ;-)
"What about L.?," I whispered back. "If she finds us in her house, she'll kill me!"
"Just do it, Kitten," he said softly and smiled sweetly.
I found him sitting on the couch inside. The house was quiet except for the sound of voices out the window from the backyard. I heard my friends laughing as I went over to him.
He reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down. I looked toward the doorway quickly, sure that we would be discovered. He took my panties and tucked them into his pocket.
"Sit, Kitten," he ordered. I sat next to him and he spread my legs open with his hand. "Can you come for me?," he whispered.
I nodded slowly. I could already feel the wetness building. My clit was throbbing before he even slid his hand up my thigh to touch my pussy. When he made contact, I felt an electric jolt throughout my body. He only had to finger me for a few seconds before I was coming, gripping his fingers with my cunt.
"Please, can I come?," I gasped, almost too late. He said yes and I could finally let go. I bit back my moans. He eased his fingers out of me and slid my dress back down.
"Can I have my panties back now?," I asked quietly as I hear footfalls on the steps to the back door of the house. Someone was coming inside.
"No," he smirked. "If you're a good girl, you can have them back at the end of the day." L. came into the room and found us sitting together on the couch, the perfect picture of a happy, innocent couple ;-)
Traffic Stop
The car in front of His car pulled through a red light and made a last-minute left turn...right in front of the police car sitting across the intersection.
"Wow, that guy has balls to do that right in front of a cop."
"I know, right?," I agreed, somewhat distractedly. I wasn't driving so I wasn't exactly paying attention.
"If I was that cop, I'd pull that guy over in a second."
"Oh my god, you'd be such a dick cop," I teased him. Seriously though, can you imagine a worse opportunity for abuse of power: a dominant with state-issued handcuffs and a weapon?
"Oh, I'd pull you over in a second," he said suggestively, leering at me out of the corner of his eye as the light turned green.
Uh-oh, I thought. He just flipped the switch. We just went from casual conversation, one in which I can sass him and there is no power-exchange, to one in which the overtones of power are evident and every word I say means something else. There is a shift inside of me, too. It used to happen without my knowledge, but now I can feel it. It is the catch in the back of my throat that makes me breathless and quiet, it is the sinking like stepping onto soft dirt and feeling it slowly collapse under my feet.
He slowed the car to a stop at the next light and turned to me. He held my face in his hand. "I'd stop you and make you get out of the car." He shook his head and smiled slowly at me. "I'd cuff you and put in the back of the car. And I think I'd have to spank you to punish you for running that light."
I stared at him, eyes wide. I squirmed at the sudden wetness in my panties.
He turned my face from side to side, considering. "You'd try to get out of it, but I'd spank you anyway. And you would look so good in those handcuffs." He released my face as the light turned green and returned his eyes to the road.
"Wow, that guy has balls to do that right in front of a cop."
"I know, right?," I agreed, somewhat distractedly. I wasn't driving so I wasn't exactly paying attention.
"If I was that cop, I'd pull that guy over in a second."
"Oh my god, you'd be such a dick cop," I teased him. Seriously though, can you imagine a worse opportunity for abuse of power: a dominant with state-issued handcuffs and a weapon?
"Oh, I'd pull you over in a second," he said suggestively, leering at me out of the corner of his eye as the light turned green.
Uh-oh, I thought. He just flipped the switch. We just went from casual conversation, one in which I can sass him and there is no power-exchange, to one in which the overtones of power are evident and every word I say means something else. There is a shift inside of me, too. It used to happen without my knowledge, but now I can feel it. It is the catch in the back of my throat that makes me breathless and quiet, it is the sinking like stepping onto soft dirt and feeling it slowly collapse under my feet.
He slowed the car to a stop at the next light and turned to me. He held my face in his hand. "I'd stop you and make you get out of the car." He shook his head and smiled slowly at me. "I'd cuff you and put in the back of the car. And I think I'd have to spank you to punish you for running that light."
I stared at him, eyes wide. I squirmed at the sudden wetness in my panties.
He turned my face from side to side, considering. "You'd try to get out of it, but I'd spank you anyway. And you would look so good in those handcuffs." He released my face as the light turned green and returned his eyes to the road.
Passenger Seat
He drove me home after a late dinner and pulled up in front of my apartment. He parked in front of a driveway because he wasn't going to come in. I had to get to sleep for an early day at work the next day. He kissed me goodnight, but I lingered. I didn't want to get out of the car and go to bed all by myself. I was still recovering from my punishment earlier in the week and was feeling a bit clingy. I knew he felt it too because he continued to hold me tight to his chest and whisper that he didn't want to let me go.
We kissed goodnight again and again, our kisses becoming longer and deeper. I nibbled on his bottom lip and he moaned softly in response. I realized that I had woken the beast. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid his hand into my panties and sighed dramatically when he discovered how wet his kisses had made me. He pulled my jeans down my hips just a few inches and put his hand back into my panties. I looked straight ahead and tried to relax into the feeling of his fingers on my pussy.
He pulled his hand out of my panties and put his fingers up to my face. I opened my mouth to suck on his fingers like he trained me to do, but instead he smeared my wetness all over my lips and cheeks. He stared deep into my eyes and wound his right hand into my hair.
"Do you want to get fucked right now?," he asked quietly. (He always asks what I want because he loves to hear how hungry I am for him. But whether he gives me what I want is a whole other story.) I nodded, wondering if he was going to take me inside or make me fuck him in the back seat of the car.
"Hmm...," he murmured and I could see the wheels turning. He was considering what to do with me. He slowly pushed my head down onto his lap, where I kissed the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his cock hard underneath the fabric. I let him push my head up and down, foolishly thinking that if I showed him how willing I was to mime the act that he wouldn't make me suck his cock right then and there.
He pulled my head up and stared at me again. I looked up at him, hopeful that he would tell me that I was a good girl and send me inside. Instead, he pushed me back against the passenger seat and roughly groped my breasts. With his right hand still holding my hair, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. He angled my head down toward it.
"Be a good girl now," he cooed as I pulled against him. I didn't want to resist him. I couldn't say no without displeasing him, but at that moment I didn't want do this with him in the car. He had already pushed me so far that week. I didn't think I could take any more.
"Kitten. Now," he said sternly. I looked around at the empty street and acquiesced. Maybe he would just make me put my mouth on it briefly. Surely, he wouldn't make me suck his cock until he came. Not in the front seat of the car. Right?
I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I strained my neck to the street to see if anyone would see me. My head was below the driver's side window, but someone walking by on the sidewalk would see me leaning over with my pants partway down. I was especially afraid of being approached by a police officer since we were illegally parked. If an officer walked up to the car, there is no doubt that I would be exposed.
As I sucked him, he pushed down on my head. "Don't look up, just look at my cock. I see you looking out. Stop that. I'll keep an eye out," he said in a voice that I didn't find reassuring. He's a boundary-pusher and I wasn't sure that he'd be as cautious as I wanted him to be.
He pushed his hips up so I could take him deeper in my mouth, but that just brought my head up to where I would be even more visible. I whimpered in fear and he just pushed my head down again. He was getting closer to coming, but I could tell that he was holding back, prolonging my discomfort. I just wanted to stop and I whined briefly about how I was uncomfortable. He ignored my plaintive noises and held my face in position, moving my head up and down his cock. He was close now. I could tell by his breathing and the way he was moaning my name. I was worried that the noise he was making would attract attention and I continued to attempt to scan the street for observers. At the last moment, he pushed my head down hard. "Take every drop of my cum. Don't miss one drop," he exclaimed as he came down my throat.
I sat up quickly, brushing the saliva from my cheek. I was shaking as I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. He pulled me against his shoulder and smoothed down my hair. "You are such a good girl. You did such a good job for me," he sighed. He was proud of me. Why didn't I feel better about that? This had been a fantasy of mine - it was supposed to be fun. But I was too worried. I had been braver in my own mind than I was in real life.
I went into the apartment alone and sat in the dark. It was late but I wasn't tired anymore. I finally fell into a fitful sleep on the couch and dreamt about Him. He had me on a leash and was leading me though a series of rooms, each room darker than the one before. The rooms were endless. He pulled me through the inky darkness. I followed him, afraid of where he was taking me. I couldn't see anything up ahead.
We kissed goodnight again and again, our kisses becoming longer and deeper. I nibbled on his bottom lip and he moaned softly in response. I realized that I had woken the beast. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. He slid his hand into my panties and sighed dramatically when he discovered how wet his kisses had made me. He pulled my jeans down my hips just a few inches and put his hand back into my panties. I looked straight ahead and tried to relax into the feeling of his fingers on my pussy.
He pulled his hand out of my panties and put his fingers up to my face. I opened my mouth to suck on his fingers like he trained me to do, but instead he smeared my wetness all over my lips and cheeks. He stared deep into my eyes and wound his right hand into my hair.
"Do you want to get fucked right now?," he asked quietly. (He always asks what I want because he loves to hear how hungry I am for him. But whether he gives me what I want is a whole other story.) I nodded, wondering if he was going to take me inside or make me fuck him in the back seat of the car.
"Hmm...," he murmured and I could see the wheels turning. He was considering what to do with me. He slowly pushed my head down onto his lap, where I kissed the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his cock hard underneath the fabric. I let him push my head up and down, foolishly thinking that if I showed him how willing I was to mime the act that he wouldn't make me suck his cock right then and there.
He pulled my head up and stared at me again. I looked up at him, hopeful that he would tell me that I was a good girl and send me inside. Instead, he pushed me back against the passenger seat and roughly groped my breasts. With his right hand still holding my hair, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. He angled my head down toward it.
"Be a good girl now," he cooed as I pulled against him. I didn't want to resist him. I couldn't say no without displeasing him, but at that moment I didn't want do this with him in the car. He had already pushed me so far that week. I didn't think I could take any more.
"Kitten. Now," he said sternly. I looked around at the empty street and acquiesced. Maybe he would just make me put my mouth on it briefly. Surely, he wouldn't make me suck his cock until he came. Not in the front seat of the car. Right?
I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I strained my neck to the street to see if anyone would see me. My head was below the driver's side window, but someone walking by on the sidewalk would see me leaning over with my pants partway down. I was especially afraid of being approached by a police officer since we were illegally parked. If an officer walked up to the car, there is no doubt that I would be exposed.
As I sucked him, he pushed down on my head. "Don't look up, just look at my cock. I see you looking out. Stop that. I'll keep an eye out," he said in a voice that I didn't find reassuring. He's a boundary-pusher and I wasn't sure that he'd be as cautious as I wanted him to be.
He pushed his hips up so I could take him deeper in my mouth, but that just brought my head up to where I would be even more visible. I whimpered in fear and he just pushed my head down again. He was getting closer to coming, but I could tell that he was holding back, prolonging my discomfort. I just wanted to stop and I whined briefly about how I was uncomfortable. He ignored my plaintive noises and held my face in position, moving my head up and down his cock. He was close now. I could tell by his breathing and the way he was moaning my name. I was worried that the noise he was making would attract attention and I continued to attempt to scan the street for observers. At the last moment, he pushed my head down hard. "Take every drop of my cum. Don't miss one drop," he exclaimed as he came down my throat.
I sat up quickly, brushing the saliva from my cheek. I was shaking as I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. He pulled me against his shoulder and smoothed down my hair. "You are such a good girl. You did such a good job for me," he sighed. He was proud of me. Why didn't I feel better about that? This had been a fantasy of mine - it was supposed to be fun. But I was too worried. I had been braver in my own mind than I was in real life.
I went into the apartment alone and sat in the dark. It was late but I wasn't tired anymore. I finally fell into a fitful sleep on the couch and dreamt about Him. He had me on a leash and was leading me though a series of rooms, each room darker than the one before. The rooms were endless. He pulled me through the inky darkness. I followed him, afraid of where he was taking me. I couldn't see anything up ahead.
Appearances
I often wonder if anyone tags me as a submissive on sight. I once read a news story on the substantial number of women with submissive proclivities, so I imagine there must be more than a handful of us walking around out in the world. But to pass me on the city street, you'd probably never guess. I look like any other 20-something professional woman. I'm a conservative dresser - I have to wear a suit to work and I dress like a college student in my free time. I never wear pleather in public. I'm not a sexpot or a vixen in my behavior; actually, I'm quite reserved and a little cold in my everyday interactions. I never wear red lipstick (again, in public). Would anyone guess that I'm a slut in private, that I love to be filled with his cock, used by him?
When I'm out with Him, we appear to be a regular couple. He is polite in public, respectful. He opens doors for me and never lets me carry my own shopping bags (which makes me swoon). He is gently protective, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me. It's obvious that we are in love as we are very affectionate, but nothing more.
At times like this, I long to be discovered. I want him to slide his hand under the back of my skirt as we wait for the bartender to bring us our drinks. I want to pull him into the bathroom stall with me and suck his cock, returning to the restaurant with the taste of him on my lips. I want us to have to leave the club because we can't wait any longer and I want him to fuck me over the hood of his car in the far corner of the deserted parking lot.
He knows that I fantasize about getting caught, that's why he tempts me with this scenario time and again. Once we leave the house, though, I feel so shy. I was once discovered by a police officer in the middle of having sex in a car with an ex-boyfriend. The officer asked if I was there of my own free will and checked my ID because he thought I was under age. It was one of the most humiliating things I have ever experienced.
Now He mines that humiliation for his own purposes. He wants me to feel it, wants it to make my cheeks burn with shame, but he also wants the humiliation to be overpowered by my desire to please him. He wants the shame to be eclipsed by my crazed lust for him. He wants to see me begging for whatever he wants to give me, even if it means I may be exposed. This is all part of his plan to break me down, to leave me defenseless to his whims. In the end, I'll be on my knees, dripping and completely submissive to whatever he wants from me, wherever and whenever he wants it.
When I'm out with Him, we appear to be a regular couple. He is polite in public, respectful. He opens doors for me and never lets me carry my own shopping bags (which makes me swoon). He is gently protective, putting his hand on the small of my back to guide me. It's obvious that we are in love as we are very affectionate, but nothing more.
At times like this, I long to be discovered. I want him to slide his hand under the back of my skirt as we wait for the bartender to bring us our drinks. I want to pull him into the bathroom stall with me and suck his cock, returning to the restaurant with the taste of him on my lips. I want us to have to leave the club because we can't wait any longer and I want him to fuck me over the hood of his car in the far corner of the deserted parking lot.
He knows that I fantasize about getting caught, that's why he tempts me with this scenario time and again. Once we leave the house, though, I feel so shy. I was once discovered by a police officer in the middle of having sex in a car with an ex-boyfriend. The officer asked if I was there of my own free will and checked my ID because he thought I was under age. It was one of the most humiliating things I have ever experienced.
Now He mines that humiliation for his own purposes. He wants me to feel it, wants it to make my cheeks burn with shame, but he also wants the humiliation to be overpowered by my desire to please him. He wants the shame to be eclipsed by my crazed lust for him. He wants to see me begging for whatever he wants to give me, even if it means I may be exposed. This is all part of his plan to break me down, to leave me defenseless to his whims. In the end, I'll be on my knees, dripping and completely submissive to whatever he wants from me, wherever and whenever he wants it.
Candy Cane
It took him two hours to discover that I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath my gray pleated skirt. "Kitten...," he moaned as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, feeling my thigh-high stockings, garter belt and shaved pussy.
We were stopped at a red light ten miles from his house and I was sitting in the passenger seat, sucking on a candy cane. Before the light could turn green, his fingers were inside me. He kept his eyes on the road and stared straight ahead as he touched me. His face was expressionless - I thought he was mad at me. I bit my lip and looked away.
As he pulled my left leg over the center console of the car and onto his lap, I realized that he wasn't mad but was focused on getting me home as quickly as possible. My skirt had fallen back above the tops of my stockings and my pussy was on display. He finger-fucked me furiously and told me to keep sucking on my candy cane. I shot nervous glances at the cars we passed along the way. He noticed and just smirked, sliding my skirt up higher.
At the house, he grabbed my arm and hustled me out of the car, whispering "you're mine now, Kitten" in my ear as we went. When we got into the house, he pushed me down onto all fours and lifted up my coat and skirt. I dropped my candy cane onto the floor as I spread my knees wider for him. He must have taken his cock out on the way into the house because he was inside me immediately, moving roughly and murmuring that I was already so wet.
He was fucking me so hard that I braced my arms flat on the floor, which incidentally let him slam into me harder. He came while I was moaning his name.
Then he made stand up in front of him and lift my skirt so he could see his cum drip out of me. He smiled sweetly as he traced the rivulets down the inside of my thighs.
We were stopped at a red light ten miles from his house and I was sitting in the passenger seat, sucking on a candy cane. Before the light could turn green, his fingers were inside me. He kept his eyes on the road and stared straight ahead as he touched me. His face was expressionless - I thought he was mad at me. I bit my lip and looked away.
As he pulled my left leg over the center console of the car and onto his lap, I realized that he wasn't mad but was focused on getting me home as quickly as possible. My skirt had fallen back above the tops of my stockings and my pussy was on display. He finger-fucked me furiously and told me to keep sucking on my candy cane. I shot nervous glances at the cars we passed along the way. He noticed and just smirked, sliding my skirt up higher.
At the house, he grabbed my arm and hustled me out of the car, whispering "you're mine now, Kitten" in my ear as we went. When we got into the house, he pushed me down onto all fours and lifted up my coat and skirt. I dropped my candy cane onto the floor as I spread my knees wider for him. He must have taken his cock out on the way into the house because he was inside me immediately, moving roughly and murmuring that I was already so wet.
He was fucking me so hard that I braced my arms flat on the floor, which incidentally let him slam into me harder. He came while I was moaning his name.
Then he made stand up in front of him and lift my skirt so he could see his cum drip out of me. He smiled sweetly as he traced the rivulets down the inside of my thighs.
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