Getting more than I bargained for

Nothing more wasteful than a young woman bored on Saturday night

Saturday night is clubbing night and my pussy hasn’t had any action for weeks now, not from lack of trying but more from bad timing so I decide to go all out tonight. I choose low cut blouse to show off the cleavage that a lacy black push up bra can make with 36dd tits. I like the feeling of a g/string that just covers my bald pussy and the thin piece of thread that fits snugly into the crack of my butt cheeks. I love the feeling of sheer stockings on my legs and the black seams always gets the men’s attention. The 4in stiletto heels really show off my shapely calves and add a certain sway to the way I walk. All this femininity topped off with a tight skirt that shows off my nice round arse. Add some bright red lipstick and eye liner and I’m ready to find out what I can attract for a good time.
I enjoy the stares from the men and I don’t care if their partners glare because I have something they don’t, it’s called sex appeal that the men like to see. I sit the bar undecided about what I would like to drink when the bartender brings me a very pink cocktail with a cherry on the side and says complements from the gentleman over there. I turn and smile at him to see who this gentleman is. He is not the usual type of guy who buys me drinks but he does have certain smile only a confident man would have. With my curiosity aroused now I have to find out more about him. I saunter over to his table and he politely asks me if I would join him.. I don’t make any attempt to adjust my skirt when it rides up as I sit and cross my legs. We talk a lot of small talk and I’m enjoying the attention he is paying me, he is a true gentleman by not staring at my cleavage or the tops of my stockings but I know he likes what he sees. He orders a bottle of French champagne and by the time we are half way through it I feel quite relaxed and a little flirty in his company so I let my skirt ride up my legs a little more than I normally would. As we talk more I discover he travels a lot and has a driver waiting outside in a limo so he is very well off financially. By the time we have finished the champagne I feel a little light headed and keen to see his mansion which is not far away. I feel a little unsteady on my feet when I stand but he takes my arm to guide me out the door and to his limo. His driver is big dark man standing beside the car, waiting. Like a true gentleman he opens the door for me but my skirt rides all the way up my legs to my thighs as I slide into the seat revealing my bare legs above the tops of my stockings which turns my face red with embarrassing consequences. He doesn’t stare but complements me on my choice of stockings as he closes the door. He gets in the other side and when the chauffeur closes the door I notice how quiet it is inside. The driver gets in and proceeds to drive when centre partition goes up and we are alone in the middle of town. When I comment how quiet it is he tells me none can see us inside and no one can hear me if I scream. He quickly pulls my arms behind my back and I feel my elbows being pulled together with a leather strap. I try to struggle free but my head is spinning so much I can only off a token resistance which he easily overcomes. I think the driver will pull over any minute and rescue me but he is totally unaware of what is happening back here. Next my head is pulled back by my hair and a huge ball is forced into my mouth. Just when I think it’s too big he pulls my head back further and it slips in behind my teeth and now I’m silenced and helpless. As much as I move around to make it harder to be captured there is little room for me to escape and all the time my skirt is sliding further up my thighs so I my bare arse is touching on leather upholstery now. When my knees are pulled together and secured tightly with another strap I realise then that any hope of my rescue is not going to happen so I move as far away from him as I can which only to a corner of the back seat. I feel so embarrassed with my skirt up around my waist and there is nothing I can do to hide my shame. When he leans over and starts to unbutton my blouse i can only try to avoid his hands by pushing my tits into the seat. He laughs at my futile attempt to avoid the inevitable but I must not give in so easily. The mocking laugh then he tells me I’m a slut, I look like a whore at a wedding and I came out tonight looking to be fucked and he is going to fuck me whether I want him or not so stop playing hard to get or he will hurt me. Hearing the truth is terrible and he is right, I let the first man to buy a drink take me home, I did get dressed like this to excite a man and now I’m sitting in the backseat of his car with my skirt up around my waist revealing my slutty underwear. But the truth is also revealing something I’ve never felt before, my pussy is tingling and I can feel a damp spot between my legs, I can’t stop the saliva dribbling past the gag and dangling in strings from my chin onto my chest. I can’t believe my body is acting like this, my pussy never gets this wet before being touched and my mouth has never portrayed me like this. I have never been more ashamed of my behaviour because this is so wrong for a young lady to be treated like this and I’m starting to be excited by it. I have always been a slut and never admitted it.
Turn around slut and I immediately faced the window without a second thought. Normally I would have my cock in your mouth by now but I spent so much time enjoying your humiliation it’s time to get serious. Rope is wrapped around my wrists and they’re tied to my waist. The leather strap around my elbows is replaced with rope that pulls them so close together they actually touch. I’m very uncomfortable yet liking what is happening to me. The car stops in front of a huge mansion and when the driver gets out and opens the door for me he gets an uninterrupted view of me in my capture. Get out slut, I don’t want any more of your pussy juices on the seat. I slide an inch my way to the open door and I manage to get my feet out I can’t stand without my hands. My gentleman captor comes around to help by grabbing a handful of my hair and roughly dragging me out and standing me up. The chauffeur smiles as he watches the collar and leash placed around my neck but lucky for me he doesn’t see the juice leaking from my pussy and running down my thigh. I’m so humiliated to be exhibited like this and so excited at the same time. Just one more adjustment to make he says before ripping my blouse open to reveal my almost naked tits. Drool is dribbling from my mouth and both men seam to enjoy my humiliation.Thank you James, that will be all, for now. What does he mean “for now”. He takes up my leash and lead and we head for the house. Come on slut, move it but I’m doing the best I can do in my high heels and my my knees tied together to keep up with him. I can’t imagine what he is going to do to me once we’re inside but I hope it’s more of the same of what he has done to me this far. I desperately need to be fucked now.
End of pt one.