| The Long Ride Home |
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| Written by leatherslaveforlife | |
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The Long Ride Home for Bitch Boy This is an actual excerpt from my former Mistress's diary. We had just spent a weekend together and she was intrigued how the weekend began. She left me her diary a personal memento when she moved to Florida. Aug 6, 2001 Last weekend, training with bitchboy started as usual. He drove all the way to my home in Columbus to pick me up and take me back to his home in Cleveland. It's a 135 mile round trip and I ALLWAYS am conveniently unavailable when he shows up. He's a very patient man even when i put him through his paces. This day i instructed him to kneel outside my front door after he rang the door bell three times. I made him kneel for 15 minutes before I answered. When I finally came to the door I had his collar in hand and strapped it around his neck, attached his leash and proceeded to walk him to the car. He was obedient but mortified. He didn't complain but I could tell from his body language that he was extremely reluctant to be seen by any of the neighbors. Little did he know that the only neighbors near my house were on vacation. The drive home war hysterical. It's a three hour drive including time to stop to eat and he is completely captive because he is driving and can't run or take his hands off of the wheel. His nipples are so sensitive that just the slightest touch makes him rock hard. So, nipple torture sends him to a different universe. We played a game I called "Mile Marker Nipple torture". I attached vibrating nipple clamps to his nipple rings and every time we'd pass a mile marker on the free way I would turn on his vibrating nipple clamps with my remote and watch him squirm. He was not allowed to plead, beg nothing. If we were in the middle of a conversation he had to act like nothing was happening. For about 1/2 of the trip I just sat there and laughed my ass off watching him trying to cope. Especially since he had been wearing his chastity shorts for three weeks and hadn't cum in ages. By the time we got to his place and were behind closed doors I gave him permission to beg for release. It's always amusing to see a grown man beg for simple things. He was instructed to shut up. I then had him service me orally and if he pleased me I might let him out of the corral. I will have to torture him like this more often. He pleased me for an hour and 1/2. I rolled over and went to sleep and told him I would consider if he could come when I woke up. I am such a BITCH! |
