wulf
God-Emperor
A new story co-written by Nicole and myself. We wish you to enjoy.
Wulf
The glow of my computer screen stood out in the darkened room as I typed a message to answer her special request.
“Hello my slut, we've been fantasizing together for quite some time now and today I decided to give you satisfaction, and I authorize you to join me and have your dreams come true. You're going to take the plane from Paris to Chicago, and then a connecting flight to Kansas City. I'll be waiting for you there when you arrive. I will have a sign with your name on it. No need to take a lot of luggage, just the minimum so as not to attract the attention of customs. Just a minimum amount of clothing in it will do. You won’t be wearing any where your going.”
“When you arrive to meet me, and for the entire journey, you will be dressed in a tight skirt to just above the knees, and a snug fitting long sleeved sweater. One garment will be red, the other black and your choice. You will wear nothing underneath but a red garter belt, and charcoal thigh top stockings. You will have 7cm high heel shoes on, also either red or black. You may bring a light jacket in case you need it here in the States. Do not spend much money on those clothes, they will be destroyed when you reach your destination.”
I continued my instructions, “You will not need a return ticket, of course, because this truly will be a one-way trip for you.”
A week later.
I stood in the passenger receiving area in Kansas City International scanning the passengers as they exit the gangway from the plane. She appeared near the end of the line, dressed exactly as instructed, and very easy to spot. She could easily have been mistaken for a lower class hooker, as I had intended.
Then she saw the sign I held, and a faint smile appeared, then quickly faded.
“You are Nicole?” I asked.
“Yes”
“You will address me as Sir from now on”.
“Yes Sir”, she answered in a muffled voice.
“Follow me”.
We go to the luggage conveyor, and retrieve the single suitcase she brought.
“Did you clear customs in Chicago without any problems?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, there were no problems.”
“You will carry your luggage and follow me to my car. We have a lengthy road trip ahead of us”.
At the car I threw the suitcase into the trunk, then ordered her to remove her jacket and spread it out on the passenger seat before getting in. We strapped in, the engine came to life, and the last leg of her final journey began. In a short time we are on Interstate 35 across the state line into Kansas, heading in a southwest direction.
“Are you dressed underneath as I ordered?” I asked.
“Yes Sir”.
“Good. Now pull your skirt up around your waist”.
She quickly obeyed, revealing a pair of very shapely thighs clad in charcoal stockings secured with a red garter belt, and pussy completely devoid of hair that was showing signs of arousal.
“Spread your legs and keep them that way.” I ordered. “You’re wet aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir”.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I ordered her to open the center console. “You will find a narrow leather collar, a short silver chain, a pair of black handcuffs, and two chrome suspender clips. Take them all out. Now put a clip on each breast tip, then pull the sweater back down. Buckle the collar around your neck and attach the chain to it, handcuff your wrists in front of you, then clip the chain to your cuffs”.
In my peripheral vision I saw her lift the sweater and place the open the suspender clip over the nipple and waited for her reaction when she squeezed it shut and locked it.
I heard a muffled groan as the clip bit into the left breast tip, and then a louder whine as the second clip closed on the other one. I glanced over and see her grimacing in pain, and her cuffed hands trembling a little.
“Do those hurt more than you expected?” I asked.
“Y-yes Sir”, she answered with a quiver in herr voice.
“I selected those specifically for you, because they have pressure locks instead of springs. You will wear them until we reach our destination.” Then I added, “And you will not touch them.”
“Yes Sir.”
“They haven’t cut you have they?” I asked.
“No Sir”.
“I blunted those little teeth so they wouldn’t. But don’t misunderstand. I did that because I didn’t want you bleeding all over my seats. But don’t worry, you’ll be bleeding soon enough. Now pull your sweater back down.”
I heard a moan as the pressure of the tight sweater pushed the metal clips downward causing them to hurt even more. She tried to remain quiet, but every so often a little squeal and a muffled whine would come out.
A few minutes went by, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her cuffed hands slowly lower to her open thighs, and her fingers start to move in her pussy. I pretended not to notice long enough for her to work herself up until she couldn’t hold back the groans of pleasure.
“Stop”, I said, “You do not have permission to do that”
Panting from arousal she forced herself to stop. “I’m sorry Sir. Please may I masturbate… I’m so horny…. I..”
“No, you may not” I said. “You will keep your hands away from your pussy. Touch it again and you will have those nasty little clips on your cunt lips instead of your tits. Understand?”
“Y-yes Sir.”
The miles rolled by as we made our way down the Interstate, through the flat landscape that the area is noted for. It would be a boring trip for her I’m sure, were it not for the clips’ unrelenting bite, and the unsatisfied arousal that was leaving a wet stain on the jacket under her. After 3 hours we finally reached the off ramp to the state highway that leads to my home.
Nicole’s Final Fantasy
By
Nicole and Wulf
By
Nicole and Wulf
Wulf
The glow of my computer screen stood out in the darkened room as I typed a message to answer her special request.
“Hello my slut, we've been fantasizing together for quite some time now and today I decided to give you satisfaction, and I authorize you to join me and have your dreams come true. You're going to take the plane from Paris to Chicago, and then a connecting flight to Kansas City. I'll be waiting for you there when you arrive. I will have a sign with your name on it. No need to take a lot of luggage, just the minimum so as not to attract the attention of customs. Just a minimum amount of clothing in it will do. You won’t be wearing any where your going.”
“When you arrive to meet me, and for the entire journey, you will be dressed in a tight skirt to just above the knees, and a snug fitting long sleeved sweater. One garment will be red, the other black and your choice. You will wear nothing underneath but a red garter belt, and charcoal thigh top stockings. You will have 7cm high heel shoes on, also either red or black. You may bring a light jacket in case you need it here in the States. Do not spend much money on those clothes, they will be destroyed when you reach your destination.”
I continued my instructions, “You will not need a return ticket, of course, because this truly will be a one-way trip for you.”
A week later.
I stood in the passenger receiving area in Kansas City International scanning the passengers as they exit the gangway from the plane. She appeared near the end of the line, dressed exactly as instructed, and very easy to spot. She could easily have been mistaken for a lower class hooker, as I had intended.
Then she saw the sign I held, and a faint smile appeared, then quickly faded.
“You are Nicole?” I asked.
“Yes”
“You will address me as Sir from now on”.
“Yes Sir”, she answered in a muffled voice.
“Follow me”.
We go to the luggage conveyor, and retrieve the single suitcase she brought.
“Did you clear customs in Chicago without any problems?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, there were no problems.”
“You will carry your luggage and follow me to my car. We have a lengthy road trip ahead of us”.
At the car I threw the suitcase into the trunk, then ordered her to remove her jacket and spread it out on the passenger seat before getting in. We strapped in, the engine came to life, and the last leg of her final journey began. In a short time we are on Interstate 35 across the state line into Kansas, heading in a southwest direction.
“Are you dressed underneath as I ordered?” I asked.
“Yes Sir”.
“Good. Now pull your skirt up around your waist”.
She quickly obeyed, revealing a pair of very shapely thighs clad in charcoal stockings secured with a red garter belt, and pussy completely devoid of hair that was showing signs of arousal.
“Spread your legs and keep them that way.” I ordered. “You’re wet aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir”.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I ordered her to open the center console. “You will find a narrow leather collar, a short silver chain, a pair of black handcuffs, and two chrome suspender clips. Take them all out. Now put a clip on each breast tip, then pull the sweater back down. Buckle the collar around your neck and attach the chain to it, handcuff your wrists in front of you, then clip the chain to your cuffs”.
In my peripheral vision I saw her lift the sweater and place the open the suspender clip over the nipple and waited for her reaction when she squeezed it shut and locked it.
I heard a muffled groan as the clip bit into the left breast tip, and then a louder whine as the second clip closed on the other one. I glanced over and see her grimacing in pain, and her cuffed hands trembling a little.
“Do those hurt more than you expected?” I asked.
“Y-yes Sir”, she answered with a quiver in herr voice.
“I selected those specifically for you, because they have pressure locks instead of springs. You will wear them until we reach our destination.” Then I added, “And you will not touch them.”
“Yes Sir.”
“They haven’t cut you have they?” I asked.
“No Sir”.
“I blunted those little teeth so they wouldn’t. But don’t misunderstand. I did that because I didn’t want you bleeding all over my seats. But don’t worry, you’ll be bleeding soon enough. Now pull your sweater back down.”
I heard a moan as the pressure of the tight sweater pushed the metal clips downward causing them to hurt even more. She tried to remain quiet, but every so often a little squeal and a muffled whine would come out.
A few minutes went by, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her cuffed hands slowly lower to her open thighs, and her fingers start to move in her pussy. I pretended not to notice long enough for her to work herself up until she couldn’t hold back the groans of pleasure.
“Stop”, I said, “You do not have permission to do that”
Panting from arousal she forced herself to stop. “I’m sorry Sir. Please may I masturbate… I’m so horny…. I..”
“No, you may not” I said. “You will keep your hands away from your pussy. Touch it again and you will have those nasty little clips on your cunt lips instead of your tits. Understand?”
“Y-yes Sir.”
The miles rolled by as we made our way down the Interstate, through the flat landscape that the area is noted for. It would be a boring trip for her I’m sure, were it not for the clips’ unrelenting bite, and the unsatisfied arousal that was leaving a wet stain on the jacket under her. After 3 hours we finally reached the off ramp to the state highway that leads to my home.
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