Today is the day of my 100th post and so I thought I’d give you all a little something special. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. To the first person to comment on this post, I will send a picture of what I consider to be my best feature. For the rest of you, enjoy…
It had been a long day at work and there was still so much to do. I’d just stopped to pick up the dry cleaning and was just about to finish my errands at the grocery store before going home to make dinner. I stared at the large black truck that had decided to park so close to my drivers door in consternation, but decided it was too beautiful an evening to let some jerk get to me. I closed my eyes and stood in the cool of the setting sun enjoying the breeze across my face for just a minute before getting back in the car for more. It was in that moment that I felt him there behind me, close and dangerous.
“Do not speak. Keep your eyes closed.”
He pulled my arms behind my back roughly and the click of the cuffs on my wrists was almost palpable. I shivered, leaning back against him. I was wearing heels and the curves of my body melded perfectly into him, my bound hands finding him already hard. He reached up, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulled hard enough to make tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“Get in the back seat, on the floor.”
He released my hair as he slid some sort of cloth bag over my head. I knelt on the floor as I was bid, a small smile playing across my lips. I wasn’t sure when he had taken my keys, but the car started and we pulled out of the lot. I wasn’t in the most comfortable position and we drove for a long time. Just as I was getting uncomfortable enough to consider saying something, I felt us turn onto a dirt road. We drove for another 5 minutes or so and stopped. I had no idea where we were or why, but I knew my Master would take care of me.
We sat for a moment, silent but for our breathing. His was steady, smooth. Mine was shallow, faster that it should be. I used the moment he gave me to steady myself, relax my breathing. His door opened and I heard him moving around outside the car. A few minutes later the door opened behind me. You may be surprised to know how difficult it is to remove yourself backwards from the floor of a car with your hands cuffed behind your back and a hood over your head. It took me a few but I managed it ending leaning against my now closed rear door. My heart was doing flip flops and I needed the support of the hard metal. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into him.
“Be very still or I will draw blood.”
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