BlackFemdomErotica
09-17-2008, 7:29 PM
Long-time member, long-time lurker...first time poster...
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
my Mistress sits comfortably --confidently-- behind the steering
wheel of Her sleek, European sports car. Her smirking, crimson lips,
conveniently, are the exact same shade red as the sports car's
glistening exterior. And the gleaming sheen of the car's supple
leather interior is only surpassed by my Mistress's own skintight
black leather pants. my pants, on the other hand, rest --ironically--
on the sports car's floorboard, wrinkled up in a puddle of khaki
that's been pushed down around my ankles.
i can't quite adequately describe the combination of feelings and
sensations i am subjected to as i sit there next to my Mistress,
naked from the waist down, with my hands cuffed behind my back and my
seatbelt holding me securely in place. my face, i'm sure, is blushing
furiously, more than likely, a nice rosy shade of pink similar to the
pastel satin panties my Mistress has also insisted i wear. With my
hands cuffed behind me and both my pants and panties lying on the
sports car's floorboard, i find myself helpless to resist the
skillful manipulation of my Mistress as She playfully strokes and
milks my rock-hard, slightly drooling penis. She seems quite pleased
with the effect Her slim, nimble fingers are having on my throbbing,
vulnerable manhood. It's hard to divert my attention away from what's
happening in my defenseless lap, but my Mistress is quite the
Adrenaline Junkie, and the way She is effortlessly weaving in and out
of heavy traffic is somewhat unnerving. She knows how nerve-wracking
it is for me, however, and this knowledge only seems to excite Her
even more.
i momentarily glance away from the all of the other cars speeding by
U/us, that my Mistress is passing in wholesale fashion, only to
notice that --for whatever reason-- my Mistress is slowly easing up
on the sports car's accelerator with the heel of Her stylish, black
leather boot that --earlier-- i had spent so much time carefully
licking to a high-gloss shine. She smiles at me suddenly, and it's a
mischievous, wicked smile. i sigh audibly at this point as the car
comes to an abrupt stop at a strategically placed red light and
notice that, behind those impossibly dark designer sunglasses She's
wearing, She is also watching me intently for some sort of reaction.
And then i realize why. W/we're parked right beside a ragged and
battered tractor trailer truck with a snickering redneck trucker
that's staring down at U/us in disbelief as my Mistress continues
masturbating me with Her gloved hand and i have to ask myself yet
again why it is that my Mistress always seems to insist on driving
with the top down on Her convertible on days like this?
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
my Mistress sits comfortably --confidently-- behind the steering
wheel of Her sleek, European sports car. Her smirking, crimson lips,
conveniently, are the exact same shade red as the sports car's
glistening exterior. And the gleaming sheen of the car's supple
leather interior is only surpassed by my Mistress's own skintight
black leather pants. my pants, on the other hand, rest --ironically--
on the sports car's floorboard, wrinkled up in a puddle of khaki
that's been pushed down around my ankles.
i can't quite adequately describe the combination of feelings and
sensations i am subjected to as i sit there next to my Mistress,
naked from the waist down, with my hands cuffed behind my back and my
seatbelt holding me securely in place. my face, i'm sure, is blushing
furiously, more than likely, a nice rosy shade of pink similar to the
pastel satin panties my Mistress has also insisted i wear. With my
hands cuffed behind me and both my pants and panties lying on the
sports car's floorboard, i find myself helpless to resist the
skillful manipulation of my Mistress as She playfully strokes and
milks my rock-hard, slightly drooling penis. She seems quite pleased
with the effect Her slim, nimble fingers are having on my throbbing,
vulnerable manhood. It's hard to divert my attention away from what's
happening in my defenseless lap, but my Mistress is quite the
Adrenaline Junkie, and the way She is effortlessly weaving in and out
of heavy traffic is somewhat unnerving. She knows how nerve-wracking
it is for me, however, and this knowledge only seems to excite Her
even more.
i momentarily glance away from the all of the other cars speeding by
U/us, that my Mistress is passing in wholesale fashion, only to
notice that --for whatever reason-- my Mistress is slowly easing up
on the sports car's accelerator with the heel of Her stylish, black
leather boot that --earlier-- i had spent so much time carefully
licking to a high-gloss shine. She smiles at me suddenly, and it's a
mischievous, wicked smile. i sigh audibly at this point as the car
comes to an abrupt stop at a strategically placed red light and
notice that, behind those impossibly dark designer sunglasses She's
wearing, She is also watching me intently for some sort of reaction.
And then i realize why. W/we're parked right beside a ragged and
battered tractor trailer truck with a snickering redneck trucker
that's staring down at U/us in disbelief as my Mistress continues
masturbating me with Her gloved hand and i have to ask myself yet
again why it is that my Mistress always seems to insist on driving
with the top down on Her convertible on days like this?