Wednesday, October 19, 2011


This is unreal. Here I am driving up the 405, going to the Getty. Dressed in my street slut clothes, already getting hot, because I am meeting someone who will take me, and do things to me and trip me. Another girl who has the same fetish, the same sense of fun. In the Getty for god's sake, what a place to meet. I suppose it is safe, a good place.

What am I thinking, nothing is safe, and I don't want it to be safe. If I wanted safe, I would be home with my boyfriend. I want it to be exciting. I want to feel life by living it on its edge. 

After parking, heading up to the museum on the tram, I feel out of place. Not because of who I am, but because of what I am there to do. There is a contrast between my purpose and the purpose of this place.

I sit in front of the Iris painting, as instructed. Waiting. Enjoying the art, so beautiful, sublime. Such a contrast to me and my purpose for being there. I feel like a roman at an orgy with great paintings all around me while I debauch anyone and anything. The contrast makes the anticipated pleasure (and pain) even more exciting. This girl is good… she is already playing with my mind and I have not laid eyes on her.

The tension in the air is heightened by the painting in front of me. I see it, but all I can see is the girl. I am trying to relax. Why am I tense, this is what I wanted, this is what I have been anticipating. As I begin to work my relaxation, I my vision is obscured for a moment as leather is slipped over my head and buckled around my neck. The collar went on so quickly I could not have resisted if I had wanted to. As I begin to turn, I hear the click of a lock. Not just a collar. It's locked on. The electricity surges through my body, my limbs feel like they are on fire as I turn and see her. Her hair is a dark brunette, not the blond or red I saw in the pictures. God, she is beautiful, she could be a sultry fashion model except for the little twists. The hair is just not quite the right color… the clothes are not prep but more a subtle mockery of prep. A Jewish mafia princess. The lovely charm bracelet with skulls. The playfully cruel smile as she says "caught you…" and leans down for a kiss.

The kiss actually relaxes me. It feels so natural. Her lips are wet, and full, and soft, and communicate to me that She desires me, all of me. I want Her to take me, now. "Touch my breasts" she whispers. It turns out to be more than just an invitation to cop a feel, there is a chain. She moans as I pull on it and her breath suddenly catches as the nipple clamps on each end pull off.

My mind comes back to me and I remember where we are as I hear the footsteps of the guard coming in to the room. I realize I am sitting on her hips, straddling Her. The guard stops, sees us as I get up off of Her, and we smile at her. The guard smiles back and moves on.

We sit in the tram on the way back down the hill, touching each other, drawing the surreptitious stares of other art enthusiasts. We are touching too much, too closely for public, I know that, but I can't help it. We'll be out of here in a minute. I am wearing the nipple clamps now, and they heighten the sensations under my black tank top. The top is too tight; you can see the outline of the clamps through the fabric. My slave collar and lock must be drawing attention too.

At the bottom of the hill, She hooks her finger in the D-ring of my collar and guides me to a large black SUV parked right next to mine. Fate. I've had a little time to look Her over by now, She is a goddess. The quirk in Her soul is visible in Her demeanor, the way she laughs with me, jokes, making me feel like an old girlfriend while at the same time firmly guiding me to Her SUV and placing me in the back like cargo. I am soooo looking forward to this release.

We drive a while. The nipple clamps hurt some, especially when She takes a sharp turn, She drives aggressively. I wonder where we are going, I can't really see too well, though enough. She parks and opens the back for me to get out, whacks my boots with "get your lazy ass out of there…" We are under a freeway overpass.

We are in the open. Change clothes here in the open? "Take off the clothes." The feeling of vulnerability, exposure is getting serious. Am I going to let this bitch make me get naked outdoors? I think so. Taking the top off hurts, with the clamps, but getting naked the rest of the way is a challenge too. As your lusty taunts urge me on, I strip, leaving only boots, collar and nipple clamps. What a fucking rush. I hope no one comes by, and I hope someone will. Standing naked there I am aware of every curve of my body, every area of bare skin.

She throws me a cinch corset, which I put on around my waist, turning my back for Her to tighten. I've worn these before, but this one is cruel, metal stays and pre-contoured. It strikes me that she knew my size, and I feel a pang… has she been stalking… She uses her foot in the small of my back and pulls tight. My figure goes all hourglass, and it becomes more difficult to breathe. I love these things; they make you look sexy and uncomfortable at the same time. I feel completely bound while my arms and legs are completely free.

She whips me around and looks at me with a knowing and approving smile that makes me feel even more exposed. "Show me your wrists!" I hold out my arms and the wicked looking metal cuffs go on in a snap, tight. "Sit pretty for me". The ankle cuffs go on. I am really bound now, the play is under way and won't stop, I know it. I am committed, in my own mind, I will not turn back. She kisses me and somehow with me tied and fettered in this way, it feels different. It is still sweet, but She is in charge, I want the kiss to please Her.

As the kiss breaks, She whispers to me "when you get to dominate me, you are sooo going to love to hurt me after today." This makes my blood run cold, as I know She has something evil in mind. I wonder what is coming, I can feel the anticipation of having Her under my control but know that first I will endure Her ministrations.

It's almost impossible to walk, there are only a couple of inches give with the ankle cuffs. I hobble to the SUV door, and She gives my ass a hard slap that stings to hurry me on. I can't lift my legs to get in. I feel Her swing me around by the shoulders "God I want to fuck you from my knees here and now, you are so gorgeous…" I blush and She forces my head down and lays me down on my back. A blind fold is placed over my eyes "to keep my fav spot secret."

The SUV hums as I listen, laying blindfolded. The hum of the road turns to bumps and thumps as we go off road. Shit, where is She taking me. This is scary. Anything could happen out here and I just walked in to it. Then why am I salivating and I don't even have a gag in yet? The off road means privacy, too. It will give Her more leeway, a better scene. I discipline my mind… have confidence, let go… get in to the scene.

The SUV stops, and the door opens. "Out bitch". God, I have no idea where we are, but I hear her fumbling in the bag, I smell the fresh leather and the hear the jingling of metal. "Spread your knees." I bite my lip in anticipation and lean my head back on the car. I know what is coming next and want it. The dildo slips in with an ease that demonstrates how aroused I am.

Then a little surprise. A butt plug. The familiar slip of KY as it slides in and I gasp. The leather strap goes on as expected, holding both in place. I love the feel of leather, and She tightens it, hard, to make sure nothing slips. I feel both safe and afraid at the same time… She knows what She is doing. I hope She is not going to make me walk very far in this, the leather strap is spreading my ass and pussy cheeks and it will be a bitch to move. I let Her know, "I am going to fuck you up
when it is my turn…"

She loosens my ankle chains, attaches a leash to my collar and for 20 minutes we walk. More like waddle… it isn't very far but I don't move fast with two huge dildos in me held in by straps.

The blindfold comes off and I see the abandoned railroad suspension bridge just ahead. She takes pink rope (god how appropriate and evil) and slings it over a high support on the bridge. I am sweating, in spite of the cool breeze and shaking with both fear and anticipation. I wonder if I will be able to fuck Her up as nicely as she is doing to me. She sure looks good in that non-preppie outfit...

She returns, and gives me a last (I think) long, deep kiss, and quietly says "this is it dear, take your safety call now, you won't be able to for a while…" I think I feel tears trickling down my cheeks. My answer… I reach out with my cuffed hands, grab Her by the hair, and kiss her hard, violently, deep. "Let's get to it then." ......

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