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A submissives journey - Erotic Writings - The Ride Home

The Ride Home




Warning: This work may contain passages of an explicit sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under 18.

 

 

Emily waited as the guard pulled the heavy wooden door to the main lobby closed and turned the key.

"Friday night at last," Emily sighed, confiding as she reached to test the door. "I sure dread that long drive home in traffic."

"Looks like you might have some company tonight," the guard commented, and tilted his head out toward the parking lot.

Emily looked across the nearly vacant lot to her car. Leaning against the trunk was a tall, well built man in his mid forties. With his hands resting comfortably in his pockets, and crossed feet bracing him against the car, the broad smile on his handsome face sent an excited shiver through her.

"See you Monday," Emily called to the guard as she hurried off.

"Hi," Emily greeted, smiling radiantly.

"Hello Emily," he replied, lightly kissing her cheek. "I thought we could ride home together. Would you like that?"

"Yes Sir," Emily bubbled, fishing the keys from the bottom of her purse. Taking the keys from her, he unlocked the driver side and opened the door.

"I want you to drive tonight," he said, smiling as he held the door. "I have a few things I want to do. You don’t mind, do you?"

"No Sir, I don’t mind," Emily happily agreed, slipping in behind the wheel. As soon as he was seated on the passenger side, Emily started the car.

"Emily," he spoke calmly, "before we leave I want you to do something for me."

"Sure," Emily answered, her smile fading slightly as she turned to find him watching her. "What?"

"First, remove your bra and attach these to your nipples," he said, and handed her a pair of non adjustable, rubber tipped nipple clamps joined by a twelve inch silver chain.

"Master!" Emily gasped. "I can’t do that here!"

"Excuse me, I don’t think I heard you correctly," he questioned, fondly caressing the silver chain between his fingers.

Emily sat staring at the nipple clamps dangling at the ends of the chain. She remembered the startling bite as the clips latch on to her nipples, and clenched the muscles in her pussy. How could she do this, right here in broad daylight, she thought and switched off the ignition.

He gave her a minute to think, then with a finger under her chin, lifted her head until their eyes met.

"Remove your bra and attach the clips," he repeated with quiet emphasis. "For me, okay."

Emily’s hazel eyes were fixed on her Masters as she whispered, "Yes Master," and reached under her blouse to unfastened her bra. Discreetly sliding the straps down each of her slender arms she gave an easy tug, then quickly slipped her bra into her purse. Emily’s trusting gaze returned to her Master’s face, as she lifted the chain from his fingers. Quickly her eyes swept the parking lot, then she raised her blouse exposing her left breast. Looking down at herself, she saw that her nipple was already erect, and seemed to be waiting for her to complete her Master’s request. Pinching the ends of the clamp together with her finger and thumb she positioned her sensitive nipple between the rubber tips, and let go.

"Mmmmmffff," Emily whimpered softly, biting her lower lip against the pain.

It took a few seconds for the muscles in her butt to relax and her toes to uncurl, but they finally did. Again she lifted her blouse, this time to expose her right breast. As she positioned the nipple between the rubber tips, her Master’s warm hand slipped under the hair at the base of her neck. Emily released the ends of the clamp onto her nipple, and her Master’s mouth covered hers, effectively muffling her erotic moan.

Releasing his embrace, Emily sagged back in her seat.

"Emily," he said, his deep voice arousing her senses.

"Yes, Master."

"Remove your panties."

With the nipple clips attached, Emily compliantly removed her panties and placed them in her purse along with her bra. Settling back in the seat, Emily again started the car.

"Emily, my pet, push your skirt up in the back. I want your bare bottom on the seat," her Master instructed with a smile.

Emily wiggled and scooted around until the back of her skirt was up, but the front was smoothed neatly over her lap. Pleased with herself for doing everything her Master wanted, Emily wiggled her bottom one more time, then moved the gear shift into drive.

"Now, you are to masturbate while you drive home," her Master pleasantly concluded.

Emily threw the car into park, "What!" she yelped, twisting herself around to face her Master. "No!" she blurted out, "No, I won’t!"

Un-amused by her outburst, Emily’s Master waited patiently for her to finish.

"Master, what if a truck pulls up beside me? What if we get stuck in a traffic jam?" she fussed, with perfect logic. "Anyway, I wanted to stop at the drive thru and pick up dinner."

Having heard enough he interrupted her rambling excuses. "Are you quite through fussing, young lady?"

Emily’s eyes were still full of fire as she wrinkled her nose, and gave a disgruntled huff. Then with another aggravated hiss, she grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and stared out the windshield.

Nonchalantly, her Master reached over and unbuttoned the third button of Emily’s blouse. He then slipped his finger through the opening, and hooked the chain of the nipple clamps. Emily’s eyes widened as he pulled gently on the chain, turning her to face him.

"You are to place your fingers in your pussy, then I will draw your seatbelt over your lap and fasten it; pinning your wrist under the belt. That way I will be sure your fingers stay where they belong until we arrive at the house."

"Yes Master," Emily sighed, again wrinkling her nose at him like a little girl.

Her Master had quickly learned what that little sighing whimper and wrinkled nose meant and smiled inwardly. Emily was aroused by the idea, but needed his insistence. She didn’t like having to give in, and was testing him, in her own way, to be sure he meant what he said. He also knew, at times, she needed the reassurance that he would follow through with discipline if she disobeyed.

"Turn around and begin stroking your clit," her Master instructed firmly.

Emily shifted around briefly in the seat, then slid her right hand between her thighs, extending her middle finger into the warm, wet folds of her sex.

Her Master reached across her chest and pulled the seatbelt over and down, drawing it tight against her hips. After the buckle locked, his hand roamed upward to snag the silver chain resting on Emily’s breast.

Emily watched as her Master’s fingers took up the slack in the chain between the clips. With a quick, but gently tug on the chain, Emily’s eyes leaped to meet her Master’s, and his warm lips pressed against hers.

"Home, my pet," he whispered, and settled back in the passenger seat to enjoy an entertaining ride through town.