Here I am Again...A Weekend of Surprises
Part 3
Author: 'ITieKrista'
Posted By: 'TiemeupJay'
Disclaimer: You must be over 18 years of age to view this story. It
contains adult material.
I was alive with anticipation as we backed out of the driveway and drove
away from the house. I wasn't all that happy about the ball-gag, but the
hand-cuffs, shackles and the seat-belt almost seemed to embrace me. Rich
looked over at me putting his free hand on my leather covered breast.
stroking, the are he knew my nipple was hiding,
with his thumb. "Having a good time," he asked. "Oh, I see you don't
feel like talking," as I made a mewing sound and stared into his eyes.
His hand now dropped to my leg, and he rested it on my thigh, feeling the
smoothness of my silk stocking. I felt a little self-conscience, wearing
the ball-gag for all the world to see. I know that no one could see in
through the dark tinted glass, but it was a strange feeling none the less.
I almost wished that he had blindfolded me. I felt his hand lazily slide
my leather mini-skirt up to gain access to my crotch. That ever
aggressive thumb started to rub up and down against the smooth material of
my panties. I squirmed around in the seat and mewed into the gag again.
When we were about half way to the club Rich looked over at me and said,
"Want that off Love?" I looked deep as I could into his eyes, and then
tried to smile around the rubber gag, if that is possible. After a moment
I nodded my head and gave him a wink. "Look down," he said. I obeyed,
looking into my lap. I felt his hand under my hair, unloosening the
buckle. After he had loosened it about 5 notches, he rebuckled the strap.
He then reached up and popped the ball out of my mouth and let it hand
around my neck. "That should add a little color to your outfit tonight,"
he stated, "it matched your lipstick and nails nicely". "I don't think
I'll be wearing this anywhere outside this vehicle," I stated firmly,
raising my voice as the sentence came out of my mouth. "It will show the
masses what an utterly kinky girl you are," he laughed. "Any more arguing
and it goes back in your mouth anyway". "It's up to you," he stated,
"which way do you want to wear it?" "This will do just fine," I pouted,
hoping that he was joking. "You are not really going to take me inside
like this," I asked? "Would I do a thing like that," he replied. "Don't
worry about a thing". He took his hand from my warmth, which was actually
a relief, because I was getting incredibly horny, and placing it behind
me. I thought that he was going to grab my butt, but instead he took my
left handcuffed hand in his and interlaced our fingers. "You worry too
much," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. I squeezed back, and tried to
lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek, but the seat-belt stopped me.
He leaned over the rest of the way, so I could finish the act. I felt
secure again. About half a mile from the club Rich pulled over to the
side of the road. I watched in awe, as he pulled the collar and leash out
of his pocket, buckling the collar around my neck and clipping the leash
to it. "You said that you weren't taking me inside the club like this," I
whined. "This isn't a bondage club"> Though we both knew that we had
seen stranger things than this at Club Disaster. "I didn't say that at
all," he replied. "I merely told you not to worry about a thing". "I'm
not going in there looking like your own personal harem slave," I said.
"Isn't that what you are," he chided. "That is for our personal privacy,
not for the masses," I said, mocking what he has said earlier. I knew
what was coming up next, but there was nothing that I could do. Rich
grabbed me as I tried to move away, but how far can you go, while tied up
in sportscar? He put a strong hand on my back pushing me down, bending me
in half. My breasts were crushed into my legs. I just simply gave up and
opened my mouth wide, hoping that he was bluffing. He replaced the ball
in my mouth, checking the tightness with me, and buckled the straps under
my hair at the base of my neck. After he let me up he took my purse from
me, taking my lipstick out. "Look at me," he commanded in a stern voice.
As I did he took the lipstick and fixed my lips around the ball. "That
looks better," he smirked, as he replaced the lipstick in my purse and
pulled out into traffic. The next thing I knew we had reached the club
and were waiting in line for the valet parking. "No," I squeaked into my
gag, trying to get loose. I reached my handcuffed hands around and
released the latch on my seat-belt. As the belt sprang away from my body
Rich gave me a look as if to say "Are you crazy?" or "You are still
handcuffed, shackled and gagged, where do you think you are going?" He
pulled the leash tight as if to reinforce the look. I settled back down
into my seat. I wanted to argue with him and tell him that this wasn't
what I wanted, but all I could do was to look into his eyes pleadingly.
The gag had taken away my only weapon of defense, my tongue. When we got
two cars away from the valets, I started thrashing around again and making
as much noise as I could behind the gag. I no longer thought that he was
kidding. A cloak of fear and embarrassment has settled over me. He
pulled up , seeming to ignore me. I was being so loud behind the gag that
I thought the valets could probably already hear me. The valet reached
for the door handle and at the last second Rich hit the power lock switch,
flashed his head lights, ad drove to the rear of the parking lot. I
settled back into the seat, all the energy drained from me. He looked
over at me, with a peculiar little smile on his face. "You really didn't
want to go in there like that did you," he asked? I shook my head
violently. "Maybe we can reach a compromise," he said slyly. This time I
nodded my head. "Well," he said, "I suppose we could lose the gag, but
only after we have reached an agreement". I nodded my head again. "And
maybe the ankle shackles," he said, "but we keep the handcuffs and leash.
Is that a deal," he asked? I nodded my head vigorously and then put it in
his lap so that he could remove the gag. I couldn't believe it. I had
just agreed to let him take me into a club on a leash with my hands cuffed
behind my back. He gently removed the gag, being careful not to mess up
my hair. "Why are you doing this," I asked? "Only because I love you,"
he replied coyly, as he pulled me close and held me kissing me deeply. We
locked in this embrace for a bit and then asked me if I was ready. "Yeah,
I guess," I replied, with no enthusiasm. He came around to my side of the
car and opened the door. He bent down and took the ankle shackles off.
He kissed me tenderly on my forehead and said, "Trust me Baby, it won't be
that bad". Maybe it won't I though, after all, we had seen weirder things
than this before, I just hadn't been part of it! Rich pulled on the leash
to guide me out of the car. I stood up and straightened my leather skirt
with my handcuffed hands. I looked around the parking lot. Seeing that
it was late in the evening, I was relieved to see no one in the lot. Rich
pulled hard on the leash, leaving a good clip, making us look more like a
man walking his dog then a couple on a date. He stopped and let me catch
up to him. "That wasn't very nice," I said, "Remember I'm wearing high
heels". "Your right," he said, "I should probably take it off," and with
that he removed the leash. I pictured the collar that he had put on me.
I realized that it did match my outfit, it would just look like a choker.
He then put the leash in his pocket, put his arm around me and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. As we started walking towards the club I thought this
may not be as bad as I though. As we got closer to the building, Rich
stopped me, turned me towards him and kissed me deeply on the lips. I
closed my eyes, and our tongues played tag for what seemed for minutes.
He broke the kiss and said, "Thank you for your trust," as I felt him
unlocking the handcuffs. Suddenly I was a jumble of feelings. I felt
guilty, did he mean in the car? How could I have ever thought that he
would do something to embarrass like that, or did he mean now? I had
almost willingly let him take me in handcuffed. I looked into his eyes, a
little ashamed, and I realized that it didn't matter as I saw his eyes
smiling back at me. I loved him, and he loved me. All the games we
played aside that was all that mattered. "Let's go inside and have some
fun," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek. We had a great time at the
club. I was secure in who I was. We saw some old friends, and I even got
Rich to dance with me for awhile. He usually isn't much of a dancer. I
felt good about myself. I knew he was mine, eventhough I saw the way the
other ladies looked at him. Dressed as I was, I got a few looks of my
own. It probably didn't help that I had had maybe a few too many drinks
and I had started to flirt. Rich didn't seem to mind. We had always been
secure in each other. We closed the place down. I was feeling a little
too good, and Rich had to help me to the car. When we got to the car, I
playfully turned around and put my hands behind my back, and said to him,
"I am ready to go, you may handcuff me now Sir". He just turned me around
and gave me a peck on the lips, as he opened my car door. "Please," I
whined. "maybe later Honey," he said. With that I started to tickle him
under his arms and around his rib cage. A little bit surprised he said,
"Okay my dear, if you wish," catching both my wrists in one strong hand
and handcuffed my hands in front of me, before he put me in the car, and
put my seat-belt on me and closed my door. Before he could get around to
his side of the car to get in, I had locked the ankle shackles onto my
feet. He got in and put his Seattle on. When he saw that I had gotten
the ankle shackles off of the floor, he just smiles and said, "I don't
know what I'm going to do with you kid". As he left the parking lot and
started for our house, he said, "Want the gag too?" But by that time I
was already sound asleep with a big smile on my ace. When we arrived
home I woke up to hear the garage door going down. Rich helped me into
the house and I flopped down on the sofa, still trying to wake up. I saw
a bag in his hand and realized that he had stopped for food on the way
home, while I was sleeping. I ate the burger greedily, but I really
wasn't feeling that drunk anymore. It's amazing what an hour of sleep can
do sometimes. "Want me to take those off," he asked. I looked
embarrassed, realizing that I had been stuffing the burger into my mouth,
not even realizing that I was still handcuffed. "What I really want is to
make love to you," I said seductively. "Well, I have some ideas about
that," he said, removing the handcuffs from my wrists. "How about my
ankles," I asked? "Wouldn't want you running away," he replied with a
wink. He took my hand and led me upstairs. At the top of the stairs he
told me to wait. He came back after a minute and took me into the
bedroom. The room was awash in candle light. He had lit twenty-five or
thirty of them and set them all over the bedroom. He sat me on the edge
of the bed and knelt at my feet. His hands caressed the inside of my
thighs, massaging all the way down to my ankles. "If I take these off,"
he joked, grabbing the chain connecting my ankles, "you're not going to
run away are you?" "Just into your arms," I replied, with a wink. "So, I
can trust you to behave," he asked. "I wouldn't go quite that far," I
teased. He knelt there for a bit, caressing my legs, rubbing my ankles
and massaging my feet. The candlelight was intoxicating, the mood was
romantic, and as usual, I was horny as hell!
To be continued...
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