Always in All Ways

It was close to midnight. They were well out of the city by now. The concert was over, the goodbyes said and the CD had just finished playing on the stereo. Master had trained her mind to go to Him in her quiet time and as the conversation and music stopped her eyes closed and to Him she went.

Deeper into the trance state she went recalling feelings of the many times she had surrendered to Him in the past. Deeper still she went seeking Him, yearning to become more and more sexually open and submissive.

She smiled softly as she thought of the many more opportunities she might have to bring pleasure to Him in all ways.

She thought about the conversations they'd had lately and decided that it must be the way He speaks sometimes that takes her away to Him so quickly. She remembered that last night He'd said He could take her under with just one word and she believes that He can and will do just that.

There was no reason to figure out how and why and so she just accepted. Always grateful she sent blessings of her gratitude to Him.

She'd noticed a slight difference in her responses lately. As she meditated she felt the pleasure in her pussy and nipples. She felt the pressure pushing slightly on her arms and chest. The new responses of orgasmic tension building might give her the orgasms that she hopes to freely give Him upon His command. She's encouraged. She smiled. She must be. His pussy pulses in erotic response.

“Time to help me stay awake.” The voice interrupted her trance.

“Are you getting drowsy? Do you feel like you’re sleepy?”

“Take off your pants.”

She smiled and laughed softly. “You want me to what? I can unzip them a little.”

“No. Off. All the way.”

The words “My slut” were unspoken.... those were Master’s words for her and she could imagine his voice saying “My wanton slut”. Her clit pulsed one, two, three times.

“OK”. Her breathing quickened. She could see the lights of a big rig ahead of them and headlights in the distance behind. This was going to be fun.... wondered how far he’d go and how far she’d submit. She unbuttoned and unzipped and worked the bluejeans out from underneath the seatbelt and worked them down to the floor.

“I’m in my panties now.”

He reached over and caressed the inside of her thigh and calf and brushed his fingers along the gusset of the panties. “Panties off. I want you to feel your ass on the leather.”

It seemed safe enough. No cars or trucks were nearby so she slid the panties off to pool upon the jeans that were already at her ankles.

She felt the power of Master’s voice so deeply imprinted in her mind as she imagined Him encouraging her with “good girl, My good girl.”

She moaned as his fingers continued to caress. She turned her body so that his touches would graze her slit, so he could feel how wet she’d become and so that the excitement inside of her cunt would grow. He laughed at her attempts. “You aren’t going to touch me, are you,” she said.

“No. Not yet.”

“You are so evil.”

Her jacket was open already so he easily pushed her top and bra up above her breasts to expose nipples already puckered and hard. He pulled the right nipple and twisted it before moving to the left. Her hands replaced his as he stroked her belly. His hand felt the pool of denim around her ankles and he said “Off. All the way.”

“All the way off??”

“Take them off. Pants and shoes, off.”

She could see that they’d caught up to the semi ahead of them and she couldn’t tell if he was going to stay behind or pass it by. A car passed them to the left. And then another. She was beyond caring who saw what was going on in their car and she pushed her pants off the rest of the way.

“There you go. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“mmmmm yesss. I think you love it when I am so naughty.”

He patted the dash. “Put your foot here.”

Before long both feet were on the dash, the seat was reclined and her pussy was spread open. So wanton, so slutty, so useable. His fingers were alternately fucking her deeply and rubbing her clit. Her hips moved back and forth meeting his thrusts. He passed a truck. Then another.

His bag lay on the floor of the car behind her seat. She heard him unzip it and root through it looking for something and a few seconds later heard a click, then buzzing and felt the vibrator fucking her pussy.

“Oh my god, oh my god that feels so good.”

He did not respond. She imagined Master encouraging His girl with “good girl” and “My slut”.... every “good girl” doubling her pleasure and making Him proud.

He handed the vibe to her. It was coated with her juices and she tasted herself on it after offering him the first licks.

She lay back in the reclined seat, tits and pussy exposed, wet vibe in her hand. She knew that he wanted her to orgasm. Again, Master’s voice as clear to her as though He was there with her saying “just let it come, My girl. Come for Me” she came for her Master, crying out as the pleasure rolled and rolled through her, her sex scent filling the car and wetness running down the leather seat.

After she’d composed herself and dressed she closed her eyes once again and went to that place that Master prepared for her. That place she carries with her always and where He is always and prepared to tell Him the story.