Car moves smoothly in the darkness on interstate. My breasts are fully exposed: white, heavy, unapologetic. Joined by metal chain, swinging softly.
Before we left parking lot I asked John to put nipple clamps on me. He pulled the strap of my halter top over my head, and down, let my breasts loose. I watched his hands working tiny screws on the clamps, adjusting their tightness. I gasped slightly and he knew he had reached the right level. Wave of erotic sensation goes through me and sets me in a state of light arousal. Not the arousal where you just have to get fuck and cum right now. No. This is arousal that can stay with you for hours, enjoyable, full of promise and potential. There is no rush to end it, you want to enjoy that state of your mind and your body as long as possible.
It is one am on Saturday night, traffic is getting lighter. The white lights from the lamp posts break the darkness in the car, and I see John’s profile as he focuses his attention on the road ahead. It is almost like any other night when we leave club and head home, tired but fulfilled. Almost.
Today is the first time ever when I have actually enjoyed nipple clamps. In the past I used to consider them way too painful for me. I guess nobody adjusted them the right way for me before. Now, the sensation on my nipples, seems to connect directly to my pussy, keeping it moist and ready.
It is quiet in the car. We do not talk but the air feels erotic, while also comfortable. We both understand that we are moving our D/s relationship to higher level. Deeper submission. Firmer Dominance. At my impatient request. We are uncovering layer after layer of my deeply hidden secrets, and this is extremely exciting.
I feel at peace, staring into darkness outside the car. My hand is touching lightly John’s leg, just to keep the connection. He puts his hand on mine and we ride like that for a while. At one point he shifts in his seat, takes my hand and guides it into his pants. I feel his warm and semi hard penis in my hand. I cup it gently but firmly, and hold it for the rest of the drive. I don’t fool with it too much, we are after all on interstate driving at high speed.
We do not need to talk. We had great flogging session in the club, followed by incredible fucking out in the open, that put me in a special zone. By now we know that on a bad night our sex is 9.5 out of 10.
That night, that drive brought this sense of calm on me. Calm that we feel when we are in the right place, on the right path. I am truly, deeply enjoying being half naked in the car, with clamps keeping me aroused and submissive, with my hand between John’s thighs. I feel free, finally allowed to act the way I really desire, without a shame, accepting fully my sexuality.