** From the desk of Kelli Kanyon as she sees it!
Â"Oh shit, could he have found a bumpier road to drive on than this?Â" She thought to herself as the Chevy meandered its way up and down the foothills in the hilly Missouri Backwoods. Although his HHR has a gentle ride suspension system, it was no match for the terrain and elevations in which the vehicle was traversing. In short it was a bumpy ride, and even more so for her. She sat, quietly, buckled in the front passenger seat, and trying to find any way possible to covertly divert the incoming shocks from the car versus pothole or other bumps. She constantly prayed for a smooth road, but to no avail. Her predicament was an understandable one though. To the passing motorist, her appearance was unlike any other. She sat with her hair pulled up, and wearing a long sleeved and comfy ankle length cotton dress, cinched with a two inch wide matching cotton belt. Light application of a conservative makeup completed the look. It was what was underneath, and away from the public eye that excited him when he looked over at her. Her ankles were locked in soft leather cuffs, and each had an Â"OÂ" ring on the inside of the ankle. The cuffs high enough and the length of the dress low enough to conceal them. A double ended clasp connector attached both ankles together, effectively hobbling her. No locks were applied or needed. She damned well knew better than to even think about touching any unlocked cuffs on her body. Up under her dress she wore a tightly fitted pair of latex panties. These panties were custom made just for her. She remembered going to the alterations shop to get her measurements taken for them. The confused seamstress wandered why all the particular measurements were needed in and around the waist, crotch and rear areas, but respected the privacy of the tall and rather attractive dark haired lady before her. She thought it best not to ask any questions, but rather simply take the detailed measurements and let this obviously embarrassed and polite lady get on her way. That was nearly two weeks ago. This pair of panties was made of several layers of thick reinforced, high grade latex, and heavily boned with numerous steel stays. Her stomach, held stiff and rigid by the tight stays, made it impossible for her to bend at the waist. This effectively helped keep her sitting bolt upright, and unable to offer much of any resistance to the bumpy road which had its way of forcing both the smoothly ribbed dildo and butt plug attachments sliding slightly within her. She wanted so badly to just bend her body forward and touch her chest to her knees to shift her weight off of her bottom and move the angle up to avoid the bumps constantly jiggling her intruders. The top of the panties ended just below her bra, and ended in a boy leg style with each of the legs ending just about at the midway point between her hips and mid thigh area. The legs were anchored further to the thigh high white stockings softly caressing her smooth and long legs. The crotch and rear area had interchangeable attachments ranging from insert able latex sheaths to plugs or vibes. The waist had a cinch type back; a lacing protector in between her skin and the laces prevented any chafing, and kept her back from marking up from the thick ribbon lacing. Over the lacing area was a flap of latex, designed to be pulled over the laces, zipped up and the zipper locked to an attached ring at the top of the waistband. This effectively deterred her from any unauthorized tampering of the laces. Her feet, however, were comfy in the very well padded and soft bottom shiny p.v.c. Mary JaneÂ's. She absolutely adored those shoes, and it was a safe bet to say they were her favorite girly shoes. The gel soles were soft and hugged the bottoms of her feet making them ohhh so comfy to wear. They were cute in design, a simple three inch chunky heel, with a little straps buckled neatly across her ankles. He opted not to lock them on today. Even he had to smile seeing how cute the black ankle strap looked over the white stockings. She looked over at him as he drove. He didnÂ't notice it as he was navigating through some light traffic on the rural gravel road. She was slightly impressed to see him occasionally pull over and take out a hand held lensatic engineer compass, and a topographical map of the local areas. She sat in awe as he manually calculated their location by using the compass to shoot and triangulate an azimuth, and plotted the coordinates onto the map. Most other guys she knew would have just plugged in a GPS, like a Garmin. He was different, a little country, a little city, and very open to the world. Something about him struck her as fascinating. Not to mention seeing his derriere bent over the hood of the car while plotting on the map sent waves of warmth through her ending up at the point of the moisture collecting at the center of her crotch. Just last evening she was the one in charge, seeing to it that he was violated and had his body helplessly invaded. She really enjoyed that scene, and looked forward to her next chance to Dom him again. But for now, bliss was hers in the form of submission and her head was awash in the moment. He paused a moment, looking over the hood of the car to the rolling foothills. He recalled years ago, receiving hip pocket orders to report to Ft. Leonard Wood MO, roughly two hours or so drive west of St Louis, just outside St. Robert, and off I-44. A young but rather experienced soldier and hardened leader, he had been serving in his third enlistment, this one with the coveted 101st Airborne Division, Just outside Clarksville. He remembered his weekend passes from Ft Leonard Wood to go for R&R in the Ozarks. He completed six weeks of Army tractor trailer truck driving certification in those Missouri foothills, before returning back to his home base at Ft. Campbell. He had often wondered if he would ever get to return to this state, maybe tour the Anheiser- Busch Brewery, or perhaps go to the top of the Gateway arch. The thought of a romantic dinner, and treating her to a horse drawn carriage ride through the city at night sounded refreshing to him. St Louis; or the Â"LoopÂ", as the locals refer to it as, was a few hours south and west of where he was. Perhaps another time he could take her down there. Realizing he had plotted a course leading back to the main thoroughfare, he snapped shut the cover to the compass, and rolled up his map replacing both in the back seat. After nearly three hours of bouncing her around, without the vibrators on, he felt her punishment was just and served. The main road back to the interstate was just about three quarters of a mile to the east. He decided to take it slow till then, and do the best he could to avoid any potholes. He also decided to turn on the vibe and plug so that the low and gentle vibrations would arouse her, and distract her mind of any potholes, bumps or other rough riding conditions. He was quite certain she would not object to that. After getting back into his seat, he turned and looked to her. Her eyes down and her hands palms down atop her thighs she sat quietly. Her pose was beautiful, in true form. Her wrists did not adorn the usual leather cuffs; instead she wore thick bracelets that complimented her dress. The symbolism was strong, and to her the bracelets may just as well have been cast iron manacles. She wore a simple decorative choker around her neck, not the heavy and padded leather collar with the d ring on the front of it. This did bother her a little; she loved the smell of that leather collar under her nose. She missed the feeling of the leather on her. The rigidness it provided was comforting in its own way to her. Without saying anything he reaches up to the dashboard, retrieves the two remote boxes and gives each one a singular click. The two intruders inside her begin a slow vibrating dance. Her reaction is instant, first a sharp breath taken in, and her closing her eyes. With her chin down and her hands flat on her thighs palms down she tries not to let the toys get to her. She realizes inside, however, that this is a fight she will most likely happily loses. Her anxiety about the plugs is interrupted by his touch. She opens her eyes to see his in front of her. He leans ever close into her, placing his left hand behind her neck and gently pulls her in for a series of kisses that would have left even a porn star exasperated and begging for more. His right hand was exploring the contours of her properly supported breast. Her breathing begins to become labored, and she feels every breath being fought for against the heavy compression of the very cinched and figure hugging p.v.c laced and locked around her tightly compressed abdomen. She feels so very helpless, and even though there are no straps holding her down other than the seat belt, she feels extremely restrained. Not being able to bend forward, or any direction for that matter, in combination with the configuration of the seatback being in the full upright position had her sitting straight upright, and her poor bottom was putting all of her body weight directly on the inflated intruder filling and now vibrating away in her rear tunnel. This feeling of being so incredibly tightly squeezed is intoxicating but somewhat new to her as of late. She succumbs to the feeling, letting it and him sweep her awash in emotional bliss. In a very low and almost inaudible tone she is only able to whisper one word, Â"pleaseÂ". He stops and looks at her. Â"DonÂ't worry, petÂ…because you took your punishment so well and without any complaints, you will be rewarded again once we get back to the roomÂ". Her eyes shifted up to meet his, mainly due to his fingers under her chin gently lifting it up to meet his face. Â"I must admit I do love the effect of the new panties, and we might have to do this again soonÂ". She instantly flashed the prettiest glowing smile upon hearing this, and he knew right away that she was smitten in this place and time. He takes a few moments to place his arms around her narrow waist, pulling her in to him and squeezing her. She nearly explodes right then as he treats her to the most sensuous kissing exploration of her face, and neck. She feels the space around her getting smaller. He notices her breathing intensifying as her shallow breaths begin increasing. He wants her to cum right here, and right into her latex clad crotch. His hand begins to rub the spot on her crotch where he estimates her clit to be, and after a moment of rubbing her sudden gasp reveals the spot that he is rubbing to be true. He pressed down a little harder and continues the rubbing, while reaching to unbutton her top few buttons of her blouse. One hand rubbing her crotch, the other removing her left breast from its part of the bra, he begins to softly run his tongue around the base of her breast. Her chest is heaving up and down now as she fights the compression, and her arousal for breaths. It all closes in on her, and she is completely left without the will to further resist. Her breathing is short and rapid. Her vision is blurred and so she closes her eyes and tilts her head back with her chin up. She feels everything all coming together to stimulate her. From the soft fit of her favorite shoes, to the tight fit of the latex clasped around her abdomen, and his touch as well, all come together to erupt the fire from within being held for the last few hours. Â"Please sirÂ", she whispers, just barely. He looks at her, Â"yes pet, you mayÂ". Both the incomplete request and his short answer were mutually understood. She felt it building up from her crotch and did not fight it off. Rather she allowed the feeling to engulf her completely as she came all over the latex intruder that was completely filling her already soaking womanhood. She shuddered so hard against the seatback that he thought she was going to come right off the seat. Her chest strained against the shoulder strap of the seat belt, and her hips bucked up against the lap belt. She moaned, and the relief upon her face spoke volumes for how she was feeling right then. He stopped, seeing she was completely spent from her body being taxed so heavily today. He got out of the car and walked around to open her door. Looking around, he realized there was no one around, and appreciated quiet back country roads. He opened her door and kneeled down to her. Reaching down to the seat he grabbed the lever to recline her seat back, and had her lying back almost flat. Relief swept over her as soon as she was no longer sitting on the plugs. He un locked the crotch access panel and gently removed the intruders, wrapping both of them into a towel for cleaning later. He replaced the crotch cover and locked it back into place. He reached back into the cargo area, retrieving a few soft pillows and a cool but comfy quilt to cover her with. With the duty of getting his petÂ's toys removed, and seeing to her comfort needs taken care of, he decides to take her back to the room for some well deserved spooning and rest. HeÂ'll order in Chinese for them later. His plans on having a hot soapy and candle light bath drawn up for her. While she is soaking comfortably, he plans on being in the bedroom, setting up the room for them tonight. Maybe one more scene for her, if she can handle it, or has the strength left. He decides to play that one by ear, but in any case he knows that he will go to sleep spooning her. As he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he looks over to the right to see the scene has taken its toll on her. She is asleep, with a smile on her face, and dreams about him on her mind. Little does he know tomorrow is a new day, and she has been up to planning a little something for him. The items ordered online all having arrived this week, and hidden from him; she plans to dominate him in her own way tomorrow. He is completely clueless, and she finds that part about him so cute too. She dreams about tomorrow, and the fun she is going to have testing his endurance and senses. The sun begins to start its descent behind him as he travels back east to the state line. He thinks itÂ's going to be a long night tonight. He may be right there, but tomorrow will be a major test of his limits, and he hasnÂ't a clue. He smiles and turns the radio on at a soft audible level as the car moves off into the horizonÂ… *** This was from
Kelli Kanyon or one of her anal slaves.
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