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Drive To The Country        The pale light of sunrise was just creeping into the room when Susan opened her eyes. For a moment she was disoriented; then, feeling Dylan's arm wrapped gently around her, she realized that she had had the most incredibly realistic dream. She wriggled back against her husband, feeling his soft even breathing against her neck, his arm instinctively tightening around her. As she snuggled, she felt his cock begin to stir against her ass, twitching and growing harder as Dylan drifted out of sleep into wakefulness. Susan reached down between her legs and touched herself, not surprised to find that she was dripping wet. Suddenly, she was aware that Dylan's breathing had changed, and as it registered in her brain she felt his hand grabbing her nipple, twisting it sharply, sending shivers of pain and arousal through her body straight to her clit, which throbbed in anticipation. "Good morning pet" he whispered in her ear as he thrust his now fully erect cock into her wet cunt, smoothly and deeply in one quick motion, causing her to gasp with the force of it. He rolled her over onto her stomach, still deep inside her, and pulled her hips high into the air. Dylan's hands remained at Susan's breasts, teasing and tormenting her nipples aslacing one hand beneath her elbow, to steady her, and the other hand stroked her hair, forcing her down into the tub. The water rushed over her back and ass, and he took the bar of soap and proceeded to wash her. "A dutiful pet needs a good cleaning you know, my sweet one" he said as he gently massaged the lather into her skin. He worked his way down her torso, moving her this way and that to reach every spot of her body. When he reached her pussy, he slipped first one, then two soapy fingers into her cunt, rotating them and withdrawing them again, allowing no time for her to respond against them. He then put the same two fingers in her tight little asshole, pushing them in deeply as she moaned with pleasure. "Ah, you do so like to be stimulated anally, don't you my little one?" "Yes Master" was all Susan said, knowing that he required no more than an acknowledgment of his question. She wiggled her ass enticingly, pushing back against his hand, the stimulation of his fingers spreading through her body, making her clit throb and her nipples tighten with anticipation of his caress. He pulled his fingers away from her, causing her to sigh with disappointment. "Stand up and rinse off now" he said. As she did so, Dylan got into the shower as well, and quickly bathed himself. This was unusual, Susan thought to herself. Most days he had her wash his back, and today he seemed in such a hurry. Getting out of the shower, Dylan reached in and took Susan by the hand, pulling her out with him. He shut off the water and wrapped a large fluffy towel around Susan. "Go wait for me in the bedroom" he told her. She looked at him with a curious expression on her face, but his stern countenance betrayed none of his thoughts or feelings. "Yes Master" she said, and went into the other room, kneeling on the rug in the position he expected to find her in: knees apart, back straight, head bowed slightly, arms at her sides. The cool breeze coming in the open window gave her a slight chill, and by the time Dylan walked in, Susan's nipples were erect. Dylan walked over to her, running his hand over her hair down to her neck, then reaching down and flicking her nipples, first gently, then with more and more force until she let out a soft grunt of pain. Upon getting the obviously desired effect, he reached over and took a pair of nipples clamps from his dresser. As he attached them to her nipples, he leaned over and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth, distracting her from the initial pain of the clamps. When they were both on, he ran his hand over her breasts, caressing them, sending shivers of pain and pleasure through her body. They were tiny clamps, with an even tinier screw that could adjust the tension, and as Susan adjusted to the level of pressure he tightened them and she moaned loudly, gasping, trying to remain composed. "You are to wear these for the rest of the day, my pet. You will not wear a bra today, so that the outline will show through your blouse, and the rubbing of the fabric against your nipples will remind you of your status. And what is your status, my little one? What purpose do you serve for me?" "To be your slave, Sir, to obey you at all times and in all manner." Susan said, shuddering slightly with the thrill of speaking it. "Come then, let's decide what else you will wear for me today" Dylan said as he opened her closet door. He took out a cream colored silk blouse that buttoned down the front, a short black skirt, and sandals. He instructed her to dress, and to wear black thigh hi's. She did not customarily wear panties, and since he did not specifically request that she do so, she put on the stockings, skirt and blouse, and sandals. She brushed her hair, put on the little bit of makeup that she wore daily, and told him she was ready. Dylan wore a black T-shirt, tightly fitting that showed off the strong muscles in his upper arms, and black jeans and sneakers. And of course, his black leather belt, which was at least 15 years old and soft as butter. She grinned at the thought of it, the sound of the belt whistling through the air just before it struck her ass; the feel of the leather cracking against her skin, the warmth of the welt rising, the heat that remained for hours afterwards. Dylan saw her smile, and smiled as well. "Raise your skirt" he told her. Susan lifted the hem of her skirt above her hips, and bent over, expecting either a spanking or paddling in this position. Instead, Dylan told her that she would also wear her gold anal beads for the day, all five fully inserted, with the pull cord with the ring attached to dangle freely between her legs, fully visible to anyone who happened to glance in that direction, due to the shortness of her skirt. He began to insert them, one at a time, very slowly, rubbing her clit while each bead pushed through her small pink hole, forcing Susan to moan with pleasure. As the last bead disappeared inside her, Dylan gave a little tug to the string, to nestle the final bead right up against her sphincter muscle, causing it to constantly shift, expanding and contracting with the pressure of the alien object it was trying unsuccessfully to expel. "Now you are ready, Pet. Lets go for a drive to the country" he said, and they left the house and walked toward the car. They walked together down the street, Dylan's arm draped protectively around Susan's waist, holding her tightly against his side. When they reached the car, Dylan unlocked the door for her, then instructed Susan to remain standing. He opened the trunk and reached into the bag they kept there, away from the prying eyes of children, withdrawing the collar, leash and wrist restraints. He walked back around the car, standing in front of Susan, shielding her from the passersby on the street. He reached between her legs and clipped the leash onto the ring of the anal beads, then handed her the lead to hold. He kissed her on the neck as he placed it in her hand, and felt the warmth rising from her, her arousal at her humiliation making her wet, making her breath come in slight forced pants, her eyes half closed from embarrassment and lust. "Extend your hands" he told her. She did as she was ordered, blushing deeply at the thought of someone catching a glimpse of what was happening, knowing that although she was mostly hidden, sandwiched as she was between Dylan and the car, all he had to do was move slightly as a car passed for her to be exposed to the public, a leash attached to something under her skirt, wrists bound. "Get in the car" Dylan whispered in her ear. "You look so deliciously helpless that I may just show you off to the world" he said with a wide grin. She made a wry face at him, and sat in her seat. Dylan fastened the leather collar around her slim neck, then took her hands and brought them around the back of the headrest, clipping the restraints together. To the casual observer, she was relaxed and comfortable. Dylan then took the lead from her hand and threaded the leash through the ring on her collar, then through those on the wrist restraints, pulling the chain just tight enough to create tension on the string for the anal beads. He returned to the trunk, coming back to the car with several links of chain and two padlocks. He wrapped two of them around her ankles, chaining her to the seat, one leg on each side, using the metal base as a built in spreader bar. Finally, he unbuttoned her blouse, attached the ends of the remaining chain to her nipple clamps, and partially buttoned her up again. The weight of the chain pulled her nipples down, but they were so erect that the silk shirt looked as if there were two little poles underneath. He ran his hand over her breasts, caressing her, moving down to feel the wetness between her legs. "Comfy, my dear?" he asked. "Yes Sir" Susan replied a bit breathlessly, barely able to keep from squirming from all the simultaneous sensations racing through her body. The beads, the clamps, the weight of the chains, the publicness of her situation all contributed to Susan's arousal. She sat and thought about her situation as Dylan got into the driver's seat and started the car. She wondered what would happen if they were in an accident. How would their kids ever understand?? She smiled to herself, knowing that this was a fantasy she had expressed to Dylan some time ago, grateful for his indulgence. She wondered where they were going.

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