Inadvertently, my skirt slides up and reveals a glimpse of my stockings and the hooks of my garter belt. Just as I am about to pull it down, you tell me to stop. I am surprised, because this was only a friendly evening out. And yet I still feel compelled to do as you say.
“Lift your skirt up, so I can properly see your stockings.”
I obey without thinking. You stand there for a moment, looking at my lingerie. Then without a word you close the door, go around the car and get in the driver’s seat. You turn your head towards my lap.
“Take your panties off.”
Your voice is calm but disagreeing doesn’t even register as an option in my mind.
“Now put them in your mouth.”
I turn to look at you, my breath stopping for a second. Your blue eyes meet mine. Of course I will follow your orders, you command me just with a look. I make my panties into a ball and put them in my mouth.
“Spread your legs, I want to see your cunt.”
I do as instructed, pushing my legs apart and my hips forward and upward, so you can have a better view of my pussy. You lean over to inspect me, but you don’t touch me. I am looking straight ahead, breathing in raspy breaths. You can see the uneven movement of my chest.
“Are you wet already, slut? Show me how wet you are.”
I slide my hand between my legs, feeling the moisture. I insert a finger inside me, closing my eyes with pleasure as I do so, and then pull it out. It’s glistening.
“Good girl!”, you say approvingly.
You reach out across me and I startle slightly, blushing as you laugh at my reaction – suddenly you are the hunter and I am the prey, completely at your mercy. You take something out of the glove compartment. I keep looking straight ahead, my wet fingers resting on my thigh, and I can’t see what you’ve taken out.
“I want you to come for me, slut. Here and now.”
I turn to look at you again, my eyes widening a bit. The car is parked on a busy street, people passing by. Anyone can notice. And you know that. You enjoy seeing the embarrassment on my face. I look at your hands and I know exactly what you are holding – a clit stimulator. The kind of toy that makes me come in mere minutes.
I take it slowly. I look around, hoping no one will witness what’s about to happen. I lift my right leg on the dashboard, so I can reach more easily. You lean closer in order to enjoy the view. I put the stimulator on my clit, waiting for you to turn it on. The vibrations bring instant pleasure. I lay back, close my eyes and start moving it slowly around and over my clit, tiny moans escaping from my throat.
“Do you want to come?”
I nod my head, not opening my eyes.
“I said, do you want to come, slut!”
You turn off the toy. Your voice is harsh and fearsome. I open my eyes, straightening up and feeling like a little girl about to be told off in the headmaster’s office. I try to say “Yes, Sir”, but the panties in my mouth make me sound inarticulate. You take them out. I lick my lips, inhale and try again.
“Yes, Sir. Please allow me to come.”
These are the first words I’ve uttered since we got in the car. My voice is quiet, pleading, my demeanor completely different from just a few minutes ago. I’m your sub again.
“That’s better”, you say with a smile and you stuff the panties back in my mouth.
“You have my permission to come.”
You turn on the toy again.
I lean back and begin enjoying the vibrations again. I know you are watching me and that turns me on even more. My breath quickens and my moaning becomes louder. My hips are moving on their own and I can feel my orgasm building. It takes me no more than a minute until a wave of warmth washes over me. I arch my back and my hips shake uncontrollably; my moans are muffled by the underwear in my mouth. I ride the orgasm, reveling in it until it slowly passes and I finally come to my senses.
I open my eyes and turn my head to see you looking at me. Not at my pussy but in my eyes. Yours are unreadable and intense.
“Thank you for the orgasm, Sir”, I say without thinking, out of habit.
You say nothing for long moments, just sitting there, watching me. I wait, not knowing what’s to come. Finally you speak.
“You are welcome. Now put your panties in your purse. You are not to wear any panties this evening.”
Then you turn on the ignition and switch into gear. I realize you haven’t touched me a single time and yet I still came for you. I look out the window, feeling exhilarated and sad at the same time. While you no longer wish to my Dominant, it would seem I am still your sub.